[ In the dark, it could be even easier to give in — with only the shadows to keep their secret, who would ever know that she's finally let him in? It's far from the first time she's been close enough to touch him, but there's always been a certain remove in it, a distance she's erected for her own good and perhaps a little for his too. It's certainly not even the first time he's kissed her with the promise of more flirted behind it, but they've never been in a position like this one, with him standing in her room, and none present at all to bear witness to her weighing the possibility of opening more to him than just that door.
She doesn't want to be his absolution — the forgiveness or reprieve he might be seeking for himself wrapped up in her arms, but perhaps this can serve as enough of a diversion for them both to keep the greater pain at bay, at least for a little while.
The way in which he deepens that kiss swallows up her softer moan — one she lets herself release into the shadows of the room, and now she's not even sure which are a natural product of the power outage and which could very well be his entwining around them, as much a part of this as their actual bodies are. It isn't the first time she's thought about what it might feel like if she allowed her power to touch his, to intermingle on a level far beyond what could be achieved on a physical plane, if she pushed her chaos into him deeper than their skin could ever reach. ]
Only this.
[ She says it hushed, but almost urging too, as she finds his mouth with hers again, an easy return when he isn't retreating that far from her to begin with — and after a beat, deepens it too, makes it harder and hungrier, and pushes herself into the flex of his fingers across her back, giving him tacit permission to start removing what she'd previously attempted to put on. ]
slaps a nsfw warning on this just in case
She doesn't want to be his absolution — the forgiveness or reprieve he might be seeking for himself wrapped up in her arms, but perhaps this can serve as enough of a diversion for them both to keep the greater pain at bay, at least for a little while.
The way in which he deepens that kiss swallows up her softer moan — one she lets herself release into the shadows of the room, and now she's not even sure which are a natural product of the power outage and which could very well be his entwining around them, as much a part of this as their actual bodies are. It isn't the first time she's thought about what it might feel like if she allowed her power to touch his, to intermingle on a level far beyond what could be achieved on a physical plane, if she pushed her chaos into him deeper than their skin could ever reach. ]
Only this.
[ She says it hushed, but almost urging too, as she finds his mouth with hers again, an easy return when he isn't retreating that far from her to begin with — and after a beat, deepens it too, makes it harder and hungrier, and pushes herself into the flex of his fingers across her back, giving him tacit permission to start removing what she'd previously attempted to put on. ]