Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Despite the wave of exhaustion that sweeps across him, his body prickles with heat. The stirring of excitement still rolling in his belly as he touches her, nibbling lightly at the base of her nape. Tongue tasting and probing, unable to keep his wandering hands off her svelte figure. He is a man in a haze, foggy and unclear but blissfully happy, wrapped in the warmth of their postcoital embrace. Her moans still fill his head and he has half a mind to take her again, wants to feel her beneath him, but his body protests. His eyelid half closed, sleepiness fighting against his brain and body’s desires. As her words linger, he can’t help but grin into her mane. ”I know.” He finishes, beyond pleased with himself that he had obviously done things right.
Sweat drips off the curves of his ravaged body, he is sticky and humid but he doesn’t care. For once the heat melting his insides doesn’t bother him. It was worth it for this. Her kiss finds his jaw and he presses his lips to hers once more. Nothing... Nothing was better than this. Gently he pulls her down with him, folding her against his bony side and entangling himself with her as if they had been doing this forever. As if this hadn't been the first. His neck stretches as his teeth graze lightly along her backside, soothing movements to lull them further into this comforting safe space. Although he longs to fall into the blackness that awaits him with welcoming arms (how long has his tired mind been waiting for this?), he forces himself to stay awake a bit longer. ”If I hadn’t found you…” He murmurs softly, lips brushing gentle kisses along the length of her supple neck before resuming the scratching of her back.
”Ellyse…”. Stifling a yawn, scratching fading into nuzzles as light as butterfly kisses. ”Whatever happens after tonight…I just…” But whatever had been nagging at the back of his mind, whatever he had meant to say, is lost. For sleep has finally overwhelmed him and with his skull nestled against her feathers he falls into the darkness. Not once does he wake, not once do his old friends (the terrors of night) visit him. He sleeps a dreamless sleep and it’s almost as blissful as entwining himself with her.
Ledger