[font=Arial, serif]The Criss Cross of scars had long healed over, some had affected the underlying muscle, allowing tension to build. Magic had always been her last resort, but nothing compared to a pair of hands working it free. Especially his. Equal parts soft and firm, applying the perfect pressure to knead out the endured stress but awakening something else entirely. Leaf groaned, her head shaking lightly,[color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif] “No… I’m going to call dibs on this treatment.”[/font][/color] The idea of anyone else enjoying this embered into life an anxiousness she hadn’t experienced before. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]It was like her insides were melting, mind falling into a haze, but his words weren’t missed. Even as he tried to hide, ignore what he’d said so easily, Leaf’s mind latched onto it. Hands playing with the bubbles stilled with the flush across her skin deepening. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“...You should’ve maybe punched Mikael sooner then…”[/font][/color] the protective bastard, he just couldn’t let shit go. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Skin tingled as his hands rested, paused over each shoulder, offering more elsewhere if she wished. Falling would be easy, her guard almost completely down, if not for the niggling light of sobriety cutting through. Wetting her lips, Aoife took one of his hands in hers. Her head turned to the side, eyes finding one of the hands which had massaged and caressed away some of the ache. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Yes, but…”[/font][/color] lips pecked against knuckles, her body leaned back some, [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“I don’t think… you can quite reach from there.” [/font][/color][/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Tracing her neck with his hand she repeated a path he had scouted previously. But only after reaching the threshold of their travels, Leaf’s path crossed over the dip in her collarbone, pausing above the space between her breasts. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“...unless that’s too much for for you,”[/font][/color] was she maybe egging him on, perhaps, but she would always allow the opportunity for retreat.
[/font]
[font=Arial, serif]It was like her insides were melting, mind falling into a haze, but his words weren’t missed. Even as he tried to hide, ignore what he’d said so easily, Leaf’s mind latched onto it. Hands playing with the bubbles stilled with the flush across her skin deepening. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“...You should’ve maybe punched Mikael sooner then…”[/font][/color] the protective bastard, he just couldn’t let shit go. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Skin tingled as his hands rested, paused over each shoulder, offering more elsewhere if she wished. Falling would be easy, her guard almost completely down, if not for the niggling light of sobriety cutting through. Wetting her lips, Aoife took one of his hands in hers. Her head turned to the side, eyes finding one of the hands which had massaged and caressed away some of the ache. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Yes, but…”[/font][/color] lips pecked against knuckles, her body leaned back some, [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“I don’t think… you can quite reach from there.” [/font][/color][/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Tracing her neck with his hand she repeated a path he had scouted previously. But only after reaching the threshold of their travels, Leaf’s path crossed over the dip in her collarbone, pausing above the space between her breasts. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“...unless that’s too much for for you,”[/font][/color] was she maybe egging him on, perhaps, but she would always allow the opportunity for retreat.
[/font]
04-13-2023, 01:59 PM
