[As soon as his lips find her neck, she's lost the battle, and her body and heart have won that long war that they have been fighting all night. She hums her approval, leaning into his hand and letting her head fall back further to stretch out the span of her throat, that sequined collar be damned.
If he searches, he will find what he is looking for.
His words sink deep, burrowing into every empty place in her heart—every crevice of her soul that had yet to be filled before him. It soothes her like water soothes the pain. It washes away an ache that she has held onto for so long, and though she knows it is only temporary and that the waves will inevitably bring it back, can she not just take advantage of this respite?]
... And what about after all this is through?
[After they are done "doing what they want"?
She asks, as if any of that matters in the moment, as her voice is nearly gone on the sighs that spill past her lips on the winds.]
no subject
If he searches, he will find what he is looking for.
His words sink deep, burrowing into every empty place in her heart—every crevice of her soul that had yet to be filled before him. It soothes her like water soothes the pain. It washes away an ache that she has held onto for so long, and though she knows it is only temporary and that the waves will inevitably bring it back, can she not just take advantage of this respite?]
... And what about after all this is through?
[After they are done "doing what they want"?
She asks, as if any of that matters in the moment, as her voice is nearly gone on the sighs that spill past her lips on the winds.]