[ Luna hadn't realized, at least until right now, that Nyx was having similar thoughts and feelings to her own. That he, too, felt the attraction that they clearly had towards one another. That her own wasn't just one sided. He doesn't strike her as the type to be so impulsive, either... on the battlefield yes, but not when it comes to these matters. Nyx really is the whole package and more; he's kind, protective, caring, respectful, handsome. Even now, even in the heat of the moment there's a feeling of being safe with him, as if despite the fact they are currently up against a wall in the middle of the living room, in his presence they are the only two in this world and they are safe.
His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2019-10-30 07:56 pm (UTC)His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]