FOX
"Oh?" Fox tilts his head, a smile on his lips and the words under the bed? on the tip of his tongue before Kiada is suddenly pressing away from the door and stalking across the distance between them. Hitching in a breath just as her body melts against his own, the hunter is at least wise enough to know when to let instinct take over, and as their lips meet and his feet carry him backwards, thank fuck he's got good instincts.
With hands that are simultaneously greedy and gentle, Fox curls fingers around her hips and lets them twist through her dark tresses, a quiet moan thrumming up in his chest as his calves hit the side of the bed. Both wanting to keep her close - to keep her body against his own and to keep the taste of her on his lips - and wanting to sink down onto the bed, the latter does win out eventually, though with reluctance.
Huffing out a breath and sitting before her, she's like some fae beauty hovering above him, and to say that Fox is already flustered and wound up from something that barely counts as making out is kind of embarrassing if he thinks about it too hard.
With hands that are simultaneously greedy and gentle, Fox curls fingers around her hips and lets them twist through her dark tresses, a quiet moan thrumming up in his chest as his calves hit the side of the bed. Both wanting to keep her close - to keep her body against his own and to keep the taste of her on his lips - and wanting to sink down onto the bed, the latter does win out eventually, though with reluctance.
Huffing out a breath and sitting before her, she's like some fae beauty hovering above him, and to say that Fox is already flustered and wound up from something that barely counts as making out is kind of embarrassing if he thinks about it too hard.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
