AmaLIa
shield of safrin
As the last strains of pleasure die away Amalia leans into Deimos' neck, basking in his touch. She is content to stay where she is for as long as she can; no part of her longs to reinvite the world outside this hallowed embrace. If she could be here forever she would stay, safe and captured and free of the fear that that looms above their daily life, the strain of failure and loss.
The hands on her back elicit a pur, her kisses trailing languidly over his collar and shoulder until she slips down, just a little, just enough to press her cheek against his chest and hear the beating of his heart. It isn't until the water, clean and warm, washes over her body that Amalia finally draws away, looking down on her lover with warm flushed cheeks and eyes hooded by pleased exhaustion.
The hands on her back elicit a pur, her kisses trailing languidly over his collar and shoulder until she slips down, just a little, just enough to press her cheek against his chest and hear the beating of his heart. It isn't until the water, clean and warm, washes over her body that Amalia finally draws away, looking down on her lover with warm flushed cheeks and eyes hooded by pleased exhaustion.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
