[ Lune's cursing and arching beneath him, already starting to come undone, and he's glad, so glad, he can do this for her. For her, and a little for himself. It's a far, far better way to expend their energy than arguing or getting fruitlessly lost in the meadows that wind every which way around them. With every kiss and every caress, he reminds them both that they're still alive.
He can feel her heart pounding as he kisses over her chest, before he lifts just enough to settle back on his knees and reach trembling, impatient fingers for the fastening of her trousers, his fingers winding with hers as they both try to loosen the damn things. And then they are loose, and he's got his fingers curled into the waistband to drag them down over her hips, along the beautiful long lines of her legs, and off her body completely, and then there'sā nothing between his eyes and her bared skin, and for a moment all he can do is stare.
She's gorgeous, creamy and perfect in the moonlight, and he can feel the ache in his own groin as he looks at her, before he's leaning back down again, running his right hand up her leg, fingers curving around her thigh as he presses his mouth to the rise of her hip, following the angled line down below her belly until he's settling himself between her legs, arms beneath her thighs, coaxing them apart with one warm hand and one cool metal one, scattering kisses over the soft skin of her inner thigh. ]
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Date: 2025-05-28 09:50 pm (UTC)He can feel her heart pounding as he kisses over her chest, before he lifts just enough to settle back on his knees and reach trembling, impatient fingers for the fastening of her trousers, his fingers winding with hers as they both try to loosen the damn things. And then they are loose, and he's got his fingers curled into the waistband to drag them down over her hips, along the beautiful long lines of her legs, and off her body completely, and then there'sā nothing between his eyes and her bared skin, and for a moment all he can do is stare.
She's gorgeous, creamy and perfect in the moonlight, and he can feel the ache in his own groin as he looks at her, before he's leaning back down again, running his right hand up her leg, fingers curving around her thigh as he presses his mouth to the rise of her hip, following the angled line down below her belly until he's settling himself between her legs, arms beneath her thighs, coaxing them apart with one warm hand and one cool metal one, scattering kisses over the soft skin of her inner thigh. ]