Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She just shrugs slightly. ”Doesn’t make it not an asshole move. Or do I have to teach you how to be fun at parties?” She does recall him saying he wasn’t much for parties, and though she didn’t blame him for staying away, if he was going to participate...Still, she finds she doesn’t necessarily mind the idea of dealing with a few less than stellar social skills. Maybe she doesn’t mind because it’s really hard to mind right about now.
She hums into his skin slightly as he groans, his head thrown back. ”You,” she says, her voice smoky, a low purr. ”I like you.” She kisses his neck, working her way down his chest slightly till he shifts, and she lets him take a turn. ”Even the shitty parts. I like those too.”
His tongue finds her nipples, and she closes her eyes, sighing in pleasure with her head tipped back slightly. His other hand goes to work on her pants, and after a moment she sits up and rolls to the side slightly so she can push her pants down, kicking them to the floor. She stays on the side of him, tossing a leg over his waist, and running her fingers lightly along his side.
She hums into his skin slightly as he groans, his head thrown back. ”You,” she says, her voice smoky, a low purr. ”I like you.” She kisses his neck, working her way down his chest slightly till he shifts, and she lets him take a turn. ”Even the shitty parts. I like those too.”
His tongue finds her nipples, and she closes her eyes, sighing in pleasure with her head tipped back slightly. His other hand goes to work on her pants, and after a moment she sits up and rolls to the side slightly so she can push her pants down, kicking them to the floor. She stays on the side of him, tossing a leg over his waist, and running her fingers lightly along his side.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
