( she tastes as he remembers. better for her absence, the pleasure like a bolt of lightning through him, her soft, open mouth a tease against the way they bend and press and pull to be nearer, to be seamless. he nearly whimpers, nearly groans; he leans in to chase her lips as she pulls away, his breath a dragging gasp.
his heart is pounding and pounding harder still as his eyes open slowly to see her smile and bare her skin.
it's the joy in her grin that electrifies him. that brings him to life. that reflects his own elation, so stark and bittersweet, mingling with the low of devastation crowding his heart. he takes it. he embraces it. he rushes forward, pushing her to the edge of the bed. his hands grasp the waist of her skirt and he tears it in half.
he grabs behind her thighs and lifts her up, coaxing her legs around him, as they've been dozens of times before. his eyes are full of heat, of wickedness, of love and promise as his palms slide up from her thighs to her back. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
his heart is pounding and pounding harder still as his eyes open slowly to see her smile and bare her skin.
it's the joy in her grin that electrifies him. that brings him to life. that reflects his own elation, so stark and bittersweet, mingling with the low of devastation crowding his heart. he takes it. he embraces it. he rushes forward, pushing her to the edge of the bed. his hands grasp the waist of her skirt and he tears it in half.
he grabs behind her thighs and lifts her up, coaxing her legs around him, as they've been dozens of times before. his eyes are full of heat, of wickedness, of love and promise as his palms slide up from her thighs to her back. )