She cannot keep her face turned away. Brigade’s touch drifts down her face and she is following it almost before he nudges her chin and turns her face back. There is a painful delicacy in the way he kisses her neck and Kensa closes her eyes to hold in how right it feels. Had she expected it wouldn’t? No she hadn’t expected anything at all and now that Brigade’s lips are pressing to her skin once again the heat spreads through her veins without hesitation.
Roughened words and teeth against her skin. I wanted to see you too. Shifting herself nearer, Kensa presses her muzzle his neck and exhales the breath she’d been holding, breathes him in again slowly as though it could calm the tumbling in her chest. Instead it makes her ache, and she presses her lips to the sweat dampened side of his neck, nipping lightly between that kiss and another. “...and now, do you want to sleep?” Her whisper rolls against his skin, warm where his sweat has made the skin cool. She shouldn’t ask, not that silly question or any other but he is getting in the way of her thoughts.
To a point anyway.
Kensa feels herself slipping, drifting off on heady desire but she and Brigade burn too hot for it to be this simple. As if to drown out the confused noise in her head she presses her face into his neck, a frustrated, strangled sound catching in her throat. “Brigade.” She doesn’t know how to do this. She knows that she loves him even if she should never have allowed herself to, that she fell and it was wrong even if now there is nothing left to keep them from one another.
@[brigade] here are weird words
