You're so cold
but you feel alive
He looked so content. So at peace. It was not an expression she was used to seeing on him, and Maea found that it was quite her favorite so far. Possibly with the exception of that hungry, burning lust that - but no, best not to dwell on it. Or she'd get too heated again.
"Everything," she admitted, her smile a little lopsided. "But... tell me about something good? Things that make you happy." Like he seemed to be now. Oh, if only...
Pale fingers kept stroking his face. Tracing the cheekbone up to the ear, up over the brow ridge and down along the line of his nose. Committing every line, every wrinke and dip to memory. Had there ever been a time when she'd overlooked him, so unfamiliar with his presence that her gaze passed him by? It seemed impossible now.
"Everything," she admitted, her smile a little lopsided. "But... tell me about something good? Things that make you happy." Like he seemed to be now. Oh, if only...
Pale fingers kept stroking his face. Tracing the cheekbone up to the ear, up over the brow ridge and down along the line of his nose. Committing every line, every wrinke and dip to memory. Had there ever been a time when she'd overlooked him, so unfamiliar with his presence that her gaze passed him by? It seemed impossible now.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
