[ She hadn't intended to imbue the moment with anything more than her gratitude. And yet...the kiss does strike her as it does him: strangely charged in a way she hadn't anticipated. Maybe it's a natural consequence of having the scar and its associated emotions in her mind, she thinks. Because this kiss does feel much more intimate than the one earlier, when it'd merely been the gateway to lead them down a path of the purely carnal. Of...fun, and distraction. But even when that contact breaks, he closes the distance again, and it's still there.
A little alarm sounds in the back of her mind: one that only increases in strength when his hand cups her face and he closes the distance to bring their foreheads together.
Merde. It's dangerous territory for two people who might one or both be dead tomorrow. It's...too reminiscent of sweet little moments that she'd last experienced with a man she'd married, then buried (though she hadn't really been able to do that, had she - )
Sciel is rapidly realizing she needs to readjust the tone of their picnic when he does it for her, slipping away and down, down. She releases a breath she'd unconscionably been holding, expression evening out again to something much more relaxed. Her hand follows his head as it goes, threading into his hair in anticipation of the anchor she knows she'll need when he -
Ah. There are immediate waves of pleasure at the trail of his tongue, the encouraging abrasion of his beard, the contact at her clit, which pulses immediately in response. Sciel doesn't bother to mask the sound that escapes her at all of this, head swimming with a desperate need that has her grip tightening at his head, nails biting in his skin elsewhere. ]
Fuck. Verso - [ She bites down hard on her lower lip, but nothing can ground her in the face of the full-body chill that has her light as air. ] Mm, you feel-...amazing.
[ Maybe they don't need to continue with the Expedition, her overcome body posits. They can just stay here forever and lose themselves in each other's bodies the way a good fight or glass of wine just can't manage. It's a perfectly reasonable thought. ]
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A little alarm sounds in the back of her mind: one that only increases in strength when his hand cups her face and he closes the distance to bring their foreheads together.
Merde. It's dangerous territory for two people who might one or both be dead tomorrow. It's...too reminiscent of sweet little moments that she'd last experienced with a man she'd married, then buried (though she hadn't really been able to do that, had she - )
Sciel is rapidly realizing she needs to readjust the tone of their picnic when he does it for her, slipping away and down, down. She releases a breath she'd unconscionably been holding, expression evening out again to something much more relaxed. Her hand follows his head as it goes, threading into his hair in anticipation of the anchor she knows she'll need when he -
Ah. There are immediate waves of pleasure at the trail of his tongue, the encouraging abrasion of his beard, the contact at her clit, which pulses immediately in response. Sciel doesn't bother to mask the sound that escapes her at all of this, head swimming with a desperate need that has her grip tightening at his head, nails biting in his skin elsewhere. ]
Fuck. Verso - [ She bites down hard on her lower lip, but nothing can ground her in the face of the full-body chill that has her light as air. ] Mm, you feel-...amazing.
[ Maybe they don't need to continue with the Expedition, her overcome body posits. They can just stay here forever and lose themselves in each other's bodies the way a good fight or glass of wine just can't manage. It's a perfectly reasonable thought. ]