Tag: Helicoptering Bits x 1

First time had been disorienting in her waking, feeling the press of lips to the back of her neck in a morning-light wake up and the strangeness of having someone at her back when before she had been met with a chill reminder of an empty side of the bed. It caused breath to hitch, soon intimately aroused in a wash of warm breath was the mumbled greeting that tickled the little hairs at the nape, drawing her back into an embrace that had banished all prior nervous doubts.

The second, however, left Kirabel with the slowly forming acceptance of one who could certainly get used to this - to him.

Only the faintest hues of pale violet peaked picturesque in waning anticipation of the coming sun. A hazy twilight hush that cast about the room...