⌠ « • ─ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ

                                            HE  HEARS  HER  APPROACHING  LONG  BEFORE  her  touch  graces  his  shoulders.  or  rather,  he  hears  the   s i l e n c e   that  accompanies  her.  the  heads  turned  to  gaze  after  the  blonde,  jealous  glances  bringing  conversations  to  a  slow  halt.  the  sound  of  delicate  footsteps  without  the  corresponding  beat  of  a  HEART.  lips  closed  /  he  smiles.   ‘   dinner,  hmm.  your  treat  or  mine  ?   ’

                                       SKIN  CRAWLS  AT  THE  PROXIMITY  /  she’d  so  been  enjoying  reading  the  same  news  stories  for  the  hundredth  day  in  a  row.   ‘   not  for  lack  of   t r y i n g .   ’   it’s  a  half  conscious  mind  that  has  her  leaning  away,  grasping  for  the  relative  tranquility  he’s  shattered  simply  by  drawing  breath.   ‘   not  hungry.   ’    the  growl  in  her  stomach  betrays  her  words.

                                 AMBER  OPTICS  HAVEN’T  SPENT  MUCH  TIME  trained  on  the  scrolls  in  front  of  him,  an  onyx  feathered  quill  d a n g l i n g  idly  from  the  tips  of  his  fingers.  his  work  has  been  long  since  completed  ;  he’s  not  the  one  with  the  perfectionist  streak  that  seems  to  infect  his  companion.  it’s  only  fair  he  be  permitted  to  turn  his  sights  on  the  fresh  meat  in  the  corner  tossing  giggles  &  glances  their  way.   ‘   easy  as  pie,   ’   supple  lips  tip  up  at  the  corner.   ‘   can’t  blame  me  /  those  birds  look  good  enough  to  eat.  fancy  a  taste  ?   ’

     ‘ can you just ─ stop trying to dance like uma thurman for half a second. i’m trying to have a serious conversation here. ’

     she stood out like a sore thumb in that apartment. her clothes weren’t horrible; they weren’t next season gucci like the apartment screamed but they weren’t quite so bad as last season walmart either. the female had never found fashion very important. she knew how to dress nice but she usually didn’t care too much about it. when she had been a part of zaiden’s world he had showered her with gifts of expensive clothes and jewelry and even wanted to buy her a car at one point. he’d done it all without making her feel like some charity case; though the extravagance had made her uncomfortable to be sure. ‘ it’s an acquired taste, ’ she admits, over the years she’s gone from liking shitty watered down domestics to craving the heavy flavors of a good stout. ‘ shake it baby, shake it, ’ she gives her torso a bit of a playful twist and it occurs to her for a second that the words could be taken for inappropriate but it’s too late to take them back now; time manipulation isn’t one of her gifts ─ yet.

     patience isn’t one of his chief virtues in the moment; his fingers are pushing her jeans over the curve of her hips taking her panties with them. head tossed back as she works on his belt, stone is the image of need. he’s so desperate to feel something, anything, that he can’t even wait for all of their clothes to be shed before he’s gripping under her thighs lifting her easily and walking her so her back is pressed into the rough concrete of the wall. he doesn’t have time to tease or play games, instead getting straight down to business and running his digits along her slit before rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb.