Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”Never have I ever?” she says with a slight raise of her eyebrow because I give up on timelines right now...what are those?. She’d punch him for it, but it’s really hard to punch someone who is playing nicely with your breasts. ”Threatening to take my scones away. I mean….” Now she is teasing a bit, though she does sober as she speaks again. ”It’s not my secret to give you.”
His hand dips below the waistband of her pants, finding one cheek. She has a cute butt, though relatively small, as is the rest of her. Still, the muscles there are clear enough, even if the size would not suggest as much. ”Is that really what you want? Flattery I don’t mean? Do I not flatter you enough?” Her voice is teasing, a little lower now, though maybe the point is valid all the same.
His body meets hers again, his hand trailing against her back. She arches into the touch slightly, though stays pressed close to him. She sucks on his lower lip, nibbling at it for a moment before her lips begin to wander down his neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark in return for the bite to her tattoo.
His hand dips below the waistband of her pants, finding one cheek. She has a cute butt, though relatively small, as is the rest of her. Still, the muscles there are clear enough, even if the size would not suggest as much. ”Is that really what you want? Flattery I don’t mean? Do I not flatter you enough?” Her voice is teasing, a little lower now, though maybe the point is valid all the same.
His body meets hers again, his hand trailing against her back. She arches into the touch slightly, though stays pressed close to him. She sucks on his lower lip, nibbling at it for a moment before her lips begin to wander down his neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark in return for the bite to her tattoo.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
