06-28-2021, 02:34 PM
Desire
Something inside of her warms at his smile, an affection that is rare for her. Her personal relationships were sparse and she had forgotten what it was like to enjoy someone else’s company, aside from Thomas and their children, of course. She is careful to keep such emotions from showing on her face, though, preferring to keep up this nonchalant charade her and Draco had adopted. It was easier for both of them to simply continue as though neither cared much about the other—it wasn’t as though it was anything especially deep, but it was still more than either wished to acknowledge.
The smile that she gives him is a poised one, carefully crafted and accompanied by a silver laugh. “Of course you did,” she purrs, swinging her hip tauntingly into his touch where his horns press against her skin. She turns, boldly closing the distance between them until her galaxy curves have fit themselves into the muscled stature of him, sighing dramatically. “Oh stop, it’s not that bad,” she says, draping her head across his back to survey the dry, red canyons and the sparse vegetation. “Well. Maybe it is. But it’s better than that island covered in ice. What’s it called again? Popsicle something.”
She stares out in thought for a moment, before lifting her head away from him to stand parallel again, though her shoulder remains pressed against his. “So, what’s new with you, bestie? Where’s your sister?” She doesn’t bother to hide the teasing laugh, punctuating the taunt with her teeth just lightly pinching his neck.
The smile that she gives him is a poised one, carefully crafted and accompanied by a silver laugh. “Of course you did,” she purrs, swinging her hip tauntingly into his touch where his horns press against her skin. She turns, boldly closing the distance between them until her galaxy curves have fit themselves into the muscled stature of him, sighing dramatically. “Oh stop, it’s not that bad,” she says, draping her head across his back to survey the dry, red canyons and the sparse vegetation. “Well. Maybe it is. But it’s better than that island covered in ice. What’s it called again? Popsicle something.”
She stares out in thought for a moment, before lifting her head away from him to stand parallel again, though her shoulder remains pressed against his. “So, what’s new with you, bestie? Where’s your sister?” She doesn’t bother to hide the teasing laugh, punctuating the taunt with her teeth just lightly pinching his neck.
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@draco