[Those kisses to her wrist are dangerous, as if his lips were made of lightning themselves, they ignite every nerve under her touch-starved skin. The leather of his gloves has been cumbersome, but his lips are so warm and so soft that she is so sure he is leaving burning his marks into her in the wake of every strike.
She tenses first, but then yields with a bend of her wrist, exposing the sensitive flesh, her pulse as it beats to try to keep in pace with the frantic rhythm her heart has set.
Benedikta understands him loud and clear. She understands this language. It was one that they often spoke in silence to one another when she would seek refuge in his arms or following the return from a long trip. Or simply... when they had wanted each other.
She knows what he wants, and when she doesn't pull away, he should know, too.
It still won't stop her from asking as she tips her head back, trying not to let that growing bliss eclipse reason.]
... What are we doing, Cidolfus?
[What is this all for? When they both know how this will end when morning comes? When the music stops and the night is done, they will go their separate ways as they tend to do... separated until fate decides it wants to toy with them again, and thus, draw them together for a time.
Weave them together until it all becomes too much again.]
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She tenses first, but then yields with a bend of her wrist, exposing the sensitive flesh, her pulse as it beats to try to keep in pace with the frantic rhythm her heart has set.
Benedikta understands him loud and clear. She understands this language. It was one that they often spoke in silence to one another when she would seek refuge in his arms or following the return from a long trip. Or simply... when they had wanted each other.
She knows what he wants, and when she doesn't pull away, he should know, too.
It still won't stop her from asking as she tips her head back, trying not to let that growing bliss eclipse reason.]
... What are we doing, Cidolfus?
[What is this all for? When they both know how this will end when morning comes? When the music stops and the night is done, they will go their separate ways as they tend to do... separated until fate decides it wants to toy with them again, and thus, draw them together for a time.
Weave them together until it all becomes too much again.]