Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”But I don’t like to lie,” she says with a slight purr, rather enjoying their new position. ”Remember rule number two?” Lying rarely does anyone any good. Skirting the truth? Well, sometimes that was useful, but lying usually caused more trouble than it was worth. There was much better trouble to be getting into.
She would be lying too if she wasn’t pleased by the look that crosses his face at the sight of her. Though she doesn’t have to say it aloud, because the sly curve of her lips speaks volumes. His hands reach up to skim her breasts, and if he continues, he’ll find all manner of small scars along her body. Mostly from training with her brothers, for they almost always used steel. Some from hunting, some simply from being stupid. And of course, the very obvious tusk wound on her chest, which would never be a beautiful thing, but it was a part of her all the same.
She arches, a cat beneath his nails, as they rake down her back. His hands slip into her pants, and she doesn’t stop him, though he removes them soon enough and tangles them into her hair again. She sinks low against him, the kiss growing more intense, her hips moving a little more. Still a tease, but certainly a fun one.
She would be lying too if she wasn’t pleased by the look that crosses his face at the sight of her. Though she doesn’t have to say it aloud, because the sly curve of her lips speaks volumes. His hands reach up to skim her breasts, and if he continues, he’ll find all manner of small scars along her body. Mostly from training with her brothers, for they almost always used steel. Some from hunting, some simply from being stupid. And of course, the very obvious tusk wound on her chest, which would never be a beautiful thing, but it was a part of her all the same.
She arches, a cat beneath his nails, as they rake down her back. His hands slip into her pants, and she doesn’t stop him, though he removes them soon enough and tangles them into her hair again. She sinks low against him, the kiss growing more intense, her hips moving a little more. Still a tease, but certainly a fun one.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
