[ Lune gets the last of her buttons undone while Gustave disposes of his own shirt, tipping her head back with a low sigh to give his mouth room to caress along her throat, the sensation of soft and rough as his beard scratches at her skin sending shivers down her spine. She no longer feels the cold, even when she manages to finally shrug off her own shirt to leave herself as bare-chested as he is; now everything is warm, heat building beneath her skin.
Where every movement was only a moment ago cast in such urgency, now time seems to slow to a crawl as Gustave removes her glove, careful and deliberate; Lune's still for a moment and simply watches, mesmerized, her breaths shortening slightly with every soft kiss he trails up her bare arm once he's done.
The flickering firelight catches and glints on the golden patterns of her pictos etched straight into the skin of her left arm and shoulder, her expedition sash still wrapped about her bicep as she brings her hand to cradle Gustave's face gently, wordlessly guiding him up from the slope of her shoulder to meet her eyes. There's heat and yearning in them, but also something softerโ a shared understanding. Her free hand finds his bare chest, sliding reverently over skin and muscle. ]
Gustave. [ She leans in slowly and presses her lips to his in a soft kiss, then another and anotherโ the hand on his chest strokes up, over his shoulder and ends up wrapping loosely around his neck, pressing herself closer until their bare fronts brush and meld intimately. ]
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Date: 2025-05-23 02:34 pm (UTC)Where every movement was only a moment ago cast in such urgency, now time seems to slow to a crawl as Gustave removes her glove, careful and deliberate; Lune's still for a moment and simply watches, mesmerized, her breaths shortening slightly with every soft kiss he trails up her bare arm once he's done.
The flickering firelight catches and glints on the golden patterns of her pictos etched straight into the skin of her left arm and shoulder, her expedition sash still wrapped about her bicep as she brings her hand to cradle Gustave's face gently, wordlessly guiding him up from the slope of her shoulder to meet her eyes. There's heat and yearning in them, but also something softerโ a shared understanding. Her free hand finds his bare chest, sliding reverently over skin and muscle. ]
Gustave. [ She leans in slowly and presses her lips to his in a soft kiss, then another and anotherโ the hand on his chest strokes up, over his shoulder and ends up wrapping loosely around his neck, pressing herself closer until their bare fronts brush and meld intimately. ]