memento mori; memento vitae

Any other time and Ashley probably would have rolled her eyes at that smirk of his. At the easy way he moved closer. This wasn’t foreign to him. He knew probably more about the female body then SHE did. Ashley knew she was painfully inexperienced compared to him, but a larger part of her right then and there simply didn’t care. She didn’t. She couldn’t, because it had been so long. So damn long, and a part of her always longed for something more, but never knew quite how to get it. She always kept quiet about these things, because Ashley was the sensible one. The GOOD one. But right now… Kit was pushing her to be a little bit more bad.

Her breath catches once again as he pulls her legs up, which easily circle around his waist, her eyes staying on his the entire time. He’s pressing down on her throat, just slightly, and Ashley’s eyes flicker closed again, a warmth flushing over her. He’s needling her, but she’s giving in anyways, because he knows just how and what to do this. “I want…” Ashley reopens her eyes, her legs giving his waist a slight squeeze. A heat is churning within her even more now, coiling deep within her. “I want you to KISS me. And have a whole lot less clothing on.” It’s breathed out, quickly, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Her hands drop from his around her neck, going to drape around his own neck now, and pull him in closer, close, closer. None of it is close enough. Her own eyes dart to his lips. They’re there, and waiting, and Ashley is feeling the slightest bit impatient. “Please.” She lets out, like an exhale, or more so, like a beg.

            she was bending under his commands - tentative though they may have been   ( currently )  -   he could feel it.   feel the warmth rising on her flesh ( and in his own ) was something that she couldn’t fabricate.   and so when her eye closed once more his lips began brushing her skin, peppering the underside of her jaw with soft kisses that were barely there; non-verbally C O A X I N G   the words out of her.   “what do you want?” he repeated softly, almost cockily, at her pause and the squeeze of her legs around his waist   ( his hips rolled forward in response, grinding his growing arousal against her. )          and it worked.   she breathed out her request ;  her BEG.   and kit leaned in to her pull with a whisper of; “GOOD GIRL,”

“It’s just you. You’re not going to kill me.” Ashley said, wavering slightly. “Right?” Or so she hoped, anyways. She let out a breathless noise at his next words, a blush taking over her features. Even though it was definitely something she shouldn’t blush over. His teeth on her neck? “Lucky me.” Ash agreed quietly, fingers soft and pliant against his own rougher, calloused ones. His hands just felt… Interesting, to her. As Kit moved closer, Ashley’s eyes closed briefly. This was the closest anybody had been to her, without meaning to kill her, in… Months. Maybe even years. “Don’t stop.” The words came out of her mouth before she could even stop herself. Her eyes reopened, meeting his. A heat was pulsating deep within her now. A want. “Stay.” The word came out like a whisper, or a plead, her hand gently pushing his closer, and slightly tighter on her neck.

         there was a time when this wasn’t so foreign to him - he always had a knack for making women want him.  usually through a combination of alcohol and drugs and a wild night out - but those women, he had wanted them as much as they had wanted him.   it was an easy dance - not that it mattered much really. the fleeting encounters never really allowed him the luxury of exploring the rougher side of himself... it was more something he could let slip once he’d slept with someone a few times, but that rarely ever happened.   stalk, kill, get laid and get the FUCK out of the town for a few months. ghosting women didn’t really make them like you.   ( elena was living proof of that one. )       so his surprise and a twisted form of elation crossed his face quite OBVIOUSLY.    a hesitation and then a SMIRK pushed across his face without prompting.     “stay?”

              TEETH BITE INTO A PLUMP LIP, ❛ i didn’t take you for the ass-kicking type—seems a little MESSY and impulsive, don’t you think? ❜ a mischievous and playful smirk falters as nazlie licks the very same lip at the sight of kit; long ( and surprisingly well groomed ) fingernails brush against the cool blade of a hunting knife before a small chuckle follows and she tucks it away safely, ❛ but i like messy. impulsive, too. ❜

            FIRE MEET GASOLINE: nazlie is a rogue sun that spits stars, kit is brave enough to love the taste of copper and salt—to risk BURNING under the nazlie. KUAFU AND THE SUN—kit chases nazlie, but the story ends differently: kit captures nazlie, always against a wall. kit is no myth—SURE, he looks like the statue of a grecian god… but the strong hand tight around her neck is a pull into reality: kit is real, and kit is not afraid of nazlie. OH, NO, kit is not afraid of the edges that scratch—not afraid of the bloodied hands, the shrapnel of a heart, the one foot out of the door. kit presses them all right AGAINST THE WALL; he holds and keeps them together with a hand at the throat. ❛ mm… ❜ the long nails traipse across any bit of warm, bare skin nazlie can blindly reach for before burrowing deeply into the small of his back—a sharp GASP, biting at kit’s lips without trying to pry him away despite the increasing pressure. instead, nazlie pushes him further into herself. 

               she and he could have been cut from the very same cloth.  the kind of cloth that’s been used to bandage raw & TORN UP wounds, to stop bullet holes and cover eyes for sensory deprivation not safety.    nothing about the two of them was safe, nor smooth, nor uncomplicated or innocent ; they were death & destruction.  but they both knew that. they kissed like that - they touched like that - like they were both DARING each other to run but both to drunk on the chaos to do it.    he hissed against her lips as her nails drug their favourite lines into his flesh - but he liked it, just as much as she liked when he bit back.

Ashley was beaming still, especially as he complimented her. “I told you i’d get-” She was cut off, by him lunging at her again, and suddenly she was pressed up against the tree trunk, her breath catching in her throat as Kit’s hands went to her neck, another one tugging at her hair and making her look up at him. His figure, as always, had the advantage. For a moment, Ashley struggled, tense, trying to push him off. But it was to no avail. She sagged, DEFEATED. As she did so, however, she became aware of just how close he was, with his breath on her neck, and fingers carded through her hair. Ashley let out a small noise, one hand shooting up to pull his hand from her neck, but something within her paused. Instead of yanking his hand off, Ashley felt her own fingers brush against his, her eyes flickering along his own. She felt her breath CATCH, fingers brushing, almost enlacing against his own around her neck. “Now what?” Ashley let out finally, voice softer. Adrenaline still pumped throughout her, but it was something else now. Something almost nonsensical. 

Ashley threw him a look, wondering how he could always be so ready to quip back. She was still not really good at disarming, if she was being honest. And Kit still was stronger then her, he knew how to have a mean grip on things. She let out a small huff of a laugh again, which was swallowed by a cry of surprise as he suddenly l u n g e d  at her. Ashley took the step back, to distance herself from him, her breathing coming out hot and fast and she scrambled to remember what to do next. Hands up. Defend yourself. Keep yourself out of range so you don’t get bitten or scratched. As she took another few steps back, she felt her back hit against the trunk of a tree. For a moment, she panicked, before pressing her back against it and lifting her legs up to kick at his chest, staggering him backwards. Ashley couldn’t help being slightly impressed at her own movement, and stopped, mid-fight. “Did you SEE that? That was awesome!” She felt a flush of adrenaline go through her, her guard falling down briefly. 

“Very lucky. What counts as a special occasion?” Ashley was already getting back into her fighter stance, rolling her shoulders back in challenge. She could do this. She was determined not to be too flustered by Kit’s words, because they were made to fluster her. “No promises.” She said, lightly, because even she knew not to kick a guy in the balls, unless it was a desperate circumstance. She nodded, narrowing her eyes at him, and swallowing. “Okay. Stab in BRAIN. I can do this.” Ashley nodded, putting her fists up to cover her face, bouncing slightly on the spot. “And-  disarm.” She mused to herself, going over everything Kit had taught her quickly, nerves starting to get the best of her already.

She couldn’t help letting out a small laugh at that, her face going the slightest bit redder. “I’m sure a lot of guys will be happy to hear that.” She mused, gladly taking his hand and allowing him to pull her up to her feet. Ashley dusted herself off, still slightly shaky. At his half question, Ashley opened her mouth, indignantly, as she crossed her arms over her chest, debating what to say briefly. Finally, Ashley merely shrugged. “I can still kick you there. Learning or not.” She was furiously red, but she levelled her eyes to Kit’s anyways, “And no, i DON’T. Not that it hasn’t been a while. But end-of-world or not… I don’t do anything half-assed.” It was true- Ashley had been the kind of girl that had studied everything. Including sex education. 

           “luckily i don’t often suck guys off; only special occasions,” kit chuckled with a quirked eyebrow as he passed over the bottle of water,  “and if you could not kick me in the balls that would be ace actually, i’m pretty fond of them.”   he couldn’t help but chuckle once more at the fact that her face had turned quite red.      “i like a girl who doesn’t half-ass the important things in life, like oral sex or killing walkers.    either way is fine.”

“Well seeing as you’ve been the only one instructing me, i believe the leader of that apparent dickhead academy is yourself.” Ashley pointed out, lying on her back, wincing slightly in pain. “I get it- okay? I’m trying. Can’t you at least give me props for that?”

               ❛ GOOD TO KNOW,  ❜ an acerbic and calm response to the threats of death; nazlie is unflinching as vacant eyes survey the ( house ) home that she is ( unwelcome ) seeking refuge in. fingers tap lightly against the trusted hunting knife before she hums,  ❛ try locking the door next time, CHAMP — it’s a decent home invasion prevention method.  ❜

              the siren PALES as nazlie is drawn towards the voice trailing down the stairs; it is much more enticing,  exciting. you’d think nazlie would have played with e n o u g h danger over a lurching four months, but it seems that SOME THINGS DON’T CHANGE. ❛ i would PREFER it if you choked me before enjoying your vore kink, but i’ll take anything.  ❜

       “walkers can’t use LOCKS, babe,” he comments back dryly — though there’s a smirk on his face as he flicks the safety back ON and slips the gun in the back of his pants as he looks down the flight of stairs at the woman “and i can kick the ass of anyone who comes in here uninvited,” he gives her a pointed look.