His hands roam as he waits for an answer, tracing the last glowing markings that still radiate from her spine. They’re a barometer, he has found, a wonderful metric by which he can gauge her anger. They have dimmed, and remain static despite his demand for obedience.
The delight he feels at her words - I want you - feels equally diminished by the glow's absense, and the Curse growls his frustration even as she repeats the words, even as his blood thrills at her rougher touch, at the way she holds him still with her fingers tangled in his hair.
He still wants more.
When she rises over him it is almost enough, and when he sinks into the welcoming heat of her body it is closer still. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, and does not quiet the low expletives of pleasure as his hands rise to explore her belly, her breasts, and then lower once more.
But he still wants more.
“Show me.” He tells her. Gale makes no move to proceed farther, though he does shift beneath her, teasing and slow as he looks up at her from where his head now rests on the grass. She is dark against the black sky, and her orange eyes are bright both with lust and confusion. He does not mind the latter, he finds.
He likes it even, because it means she is not certain. Not certain, but proceeding anyway, brave as she ever is. And then he smiles, because he has finally realized exactly what it is that he wants.
He wants her to love him, and he wants her to hate herself for it.
Tonight though, he will settle for sex. When they’ve returned victorious to Hyaline in the morning, he will start to plan for more.
@[Mazikeen]
The delight he feels at her words - I want you - feels equally diminished by the glow's absense, and the Curse growls his frustration even as she repeats the words, even as his blood thrills at her rougher touch, at the way she holds him still with her fingers tangled in his hair.
He still wants more.
When she rises over him it is almost enough, and when he sinks into the welcoming heat of her body it is closer still. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, and does not quiet the low expletives of pleasure as his hands rise to explore her belly, her breasts, and then lower once more.
But he still wants more.
“Show me.” He tells her. Gale makes no move to proceed farther, though he does shift beneath her, teasing and slow as he looks up at her from where his head now rests on the grass. She is dark against the black sky, and her orange eyes are bright both with lust and confusion. He does not mind the latter, he finds.
He likes it even, because it means she is not certain. Not certain, but proceeding anyway, brave as she ever is. And then he smiles, because he has finally realized exactly what it is that he wants.
He wants her to love him, and he wants her to hate herself for it.
Tonight though, he will settle for sex. When they’ve returned victorious to Hyaline in the morning, he will start to plan for more.
@[Mazikeen]