She breathed softly, deeply, lashes fluttering low as she studied the way her shadow started to stretch forward to meet his own. Still being tucked in his wing, the slender press of her hips sliding delicately, intimately, across his in the nudging manner of a hot feline whom shies coyly from its master's demanding touch. She felt the sibilant hiss of frigid air kiss and smooth across her temple as she watched the the pallet of colors changing into something an artist could be proud to call a masterpiece; felt the bold touch of his face nuzzling her dainty swan like neck, stroking a lover's soft incentive with the fleeting bewitch of incentives. Even his words seemed to awaken ever nerve in her little body which felt like lead, too heavy to make any sudden moves now. With a feminine shudder her mind was pulled from running from him, to the idea that she had nowhere else to be, but here.
" I guess" Her voice spilled over her tongue in a longing murmer, full of uncertainty and a bit of defeat. Her soft, broken whisper trembled an anxious desire, the curve of her lips shivering breathily as a harsh, cold breeze rippled thru them, biting her skin in its feverish caress " a sanctuary? And peace? And what would you desire back?" Though she didn't necessarily wish to be a pretty little bird that was caught and niched up in his cage like a pretty little prize, there was a sense of submission that rose from her center as she nibbled along the ridge of his ear. Vianne figured that there was plenty of time for her to scheme and run away. There was only two things that could clip her proverbial wings... other that needed her...and her own fear of the unknown. Phaedrus had no idea what he had gotten himself into. There would be times when she would press his buttons while moments she would be determined to satisfy his every whim.
" I guess" Her voice spilled over her tongue in a longing murmer, full of uncertainty and a bit of defeat. Her soft, broken whisper trembled an anxious desire, the curve of her lips shivering breathily as a harsh, cold breeze rippled thru them, biting her skin in its feverish caress " a sanctuary? And peace? And what would you desire back?" Though she didn't necessarily wish to be a pretty little bird that was caught and niched up in his cage like a pretty little prize, there was a sense of submission that rose from her center as she nibbled along the ridge of his ear. Vianne figured that there was plenty of time for her to scheme and run away. There was only two things that could clip her proverbial wings... other that needed her...and her own fear of the unknown. Phaedrus had no idea what he had gotten himself into. There would be times when she would press his buttons while moments she would be determined to satisfy his every whim.