#alfrodulls

yee

with a graceful fluidity, his hands sought for her, fingers intertwining like constellations aligning in the night sky. his breath synchronized with hers, anticipation hung heavy in the air, and finally their lips met. their lips, soft and yielding, met in a dance that whispered of both vulnerability and power.

kisses. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the feel of his digits filling the gaps between her own brought a sense of comfort and longing all in one. his fingers were dainty and fragile compared to her own, so much that THE TRAILBLAZER almost feared bruising such delicate hand if she wasn't careful. hers had always been calloused and rough, hands of a warrior and a FIGHTER. yet, when their hands intertwined like this, she couldn't resist curling her own fingers over his protectively, preciously, like she was handling the most IMPORTANT TREASURE someone like her could lay a hand on.

                gaze fell, golden hues turned to a half-lidded as the distance between them shortened. even a split second felt too long over the feel of his breath mingling with hers. eden almost felt her own breath caught in her lungs, heart ramming against its ribcage as though demanding to be let out. or was it simply calling for its owner who was coming in such close proximity ?

                she could get herself lost in those blue eyes of his. like the sky, like the depth of the ocean, pulled deeper, sink downwards, drowning in them.

                even the sound of his NAME didn't make it past her gaping lips before the distance between them was gone. was it her who surrendered into it, letting him devour her completely, or was it her who was the one taking in his taste until there was nothing left ? she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter at the moment. gloved digits curled tighter around his hand, instinctively pulling him CLOSER in yearn. not enough, not enough.

                the kiss was so soft, the taste of his lips and tongue addicting, almost intoxicating. if she could get lost in his eyes, then she could get drunk on his taste. his lips tender and pure, yet thick and heavy in its own hunger that matched her own growing need. sweet, sweet, sweet. like honey, like fine wine. one drop is hardly enough, one kiss is hardly enough.

                it felt like eternity until their lips parted, until they pulled away from each other in search for air. gold met celeste and their breathings were uneven, their hearts matching in rhythm. she refused to let go of their connected hands, head tilting as her nose brushed close to his, barely touching, breath warm. insatiable.

                one more.

                this time, she was the one who closed the distance between them.

@alfrodulls

Zarina Sokolova is a woman of selfish, hedonistic urges and the coldest of hearts to all but certain chosen ones. The polar night's moon will always look over others with her unflinching gaze, watching over the others and place them on the chessboard for her own amusement. She never doubts that Fionnbarr plays the same game whenever he wants. Perhaps, that's why she finds his closeness quite... alluring, but in a way of feeding her own ego.

Today's weapon is a dress, her beauty magnified by the choker adoring her neck and a dress that so comfortable fits her. There is nothing covering her shoulders, exposing them the light. During such moments she uses just a tiny bit of her perfume, adoring herself with the scent of a winter forest and a tingle scent of a white lily, not strong enough to smell too sweet. She doesn't enjoy strong smells, oh no, she doesn't.

However, what she enjoys is the closeness. Finn's warmth seeps into her very being and she finds herself smiling appreciatively at how they act around her. How beautiful he is, how powerful he is but he still remains by her side and acts with such unique tenderness. Her pride swells and she lets him do as he pleases, adoring each and every touch. Physical intimacy is always welcome from him, she noted prior, letting the other know he can have a bite of her whenever he pleases as long as it can be returned in some others way... or a similar way. Being treasured, being wanted, being cradled, being seen, being jealous of, being desirable... It all stems to attention and she loves this kind of attention. It's saccharine sweet, a poison and a ambrosia at the same time.

"Don't leave marks today, Finn," she chastises him gently, lifting her hand up to let her fingers dive into his blonde hair and play with it just a bit. Zarina says 'today' for a reason, but such reason is left up in the air without any explanation and only judgement of Finn themselves and others who might've heard... if they did. Previously, so many looked, so many wanted, so many wanted to do exactly what Finn just did but with more passion, more vigor, more aggression. This pale skin akin to a blank canvas, so many wanted to leave a mark on it - a kiss, a hickey, a bite mark. All to stake a claim, but the one next to her? Oh, they were chaste and they were careful. How can she not reward them for being so tender with her? They deserve it wholly, don't they? "I'll give you more if you ask for it."

Her voice lowers a notch, a sultry note to add more meaning behind her words. It may be taken as an invitation or it may be taken as something else. A tease, perhaps, but her meaning will be left up for interpretation. The way her golden gaze shows mischief and playfulness will remain, but she is daring. Always was and always is and always will be. Daring, bold, and wanting. Who wouldn't wish to be wanted by Fionnbarr? The beauty, the power, the intelligence...

And if Sokolova were honest, it'd be wonderful if Finn will never forget her touch, her voice, her eyes, and her presence. If she is able to leave a mark in his mind, it's all the legacy she needs. Ah, how she wants to be seen as the forbidden fruit - so desirable and so rewarding yet so dangerous. No, right now, it's a chaste kiss on her shoulder and a path to walk.

[ @alfrodulls , starter call. accepting. ]

Amethyst eyes fixate on the sky, watching as grey clouds move in - it was July, and rain was to be expected, especially in the heat. However, it was not the sky nor the symphony of cicadas that drew her attention, but rather him. Her ears perk up and her neck straightens as she watches him approach, leaning forward with interest. His perseverance is odd.

as they broke apart for air, his lips moved towards her neck where he left a soft trail of kisses leading up to the pulse point beneath her earlobe—before capturing the skin between his teeth playfully to leave his mark in a place she can hide with her hair or leave it for everyone to see. “i know, baby, i know,” he cooed to ease her from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as his pace got rougher with his insatiable desire for her and her pleasure. his breathing came out in ragged gasps as their bodies swayed together in sync with every gentle nudge and caress—his hands explored every curve and hollow of her body while his mouth ravaged hers again in a demanding kiss.

“goddess, i can't get enough of you,” he murmured against her lips before pulling away once more to look into those captivating aureate eyes, “tell me what you want, tell me how you like it better.”

@alfrodulls

Pleasure drives her insane, swirling in her mind like a never-ending whirlpool. It's rare when she can let go so well, so earnestly, and without any concern about what will happen next. It's maddening in the best way, she's obsessed with such pleasure but also because it was Fionnbarr who was giving it to her. Endlessly, hungrily, similarly obsessively. Each kiss to swallow her sound, each touch to consume her, it was maddening in the best way possible from the way his eyes gleamed to the way his hot touch felt burning against her skin. Even now, even despite how hot the room had gotten from their passionate love making, the scent of sex fills the room just as vividly as the sounds of skin meeting skin, muffled moans, and the creak of the bed.

@alfrodulls

He's surprisingly affectionate, far clingier than she expected him to be, but this closeness is allowed, appreciated, and encouraged. Sokolova hears her heartbeat, feels his breathing, senses their closeness. The growing warmth between their bodies settles her mind at ease, making the woman hum in appreciation as Finn made himself comfortable on top of her. He might be heavy to others, but not to her.

On this large bed where they've been simply laying down and talking about their plans (so mundane, so normal, so strangely comforting), it feels natural he'll lay on top of her. Somehow, but it does feel natural. Zarina knows how soft her chest is, thanking the genes from her mother all over again while letting her fingers play with long blonde hair, eyes closing to enjoy the moment of peacefulness and quietness. They are safe, for now. But does Finn feel comfortable while laying on top of her, who is colder to the touch than he is? It seems that he is with how he nuzzles into her chest, bringing out another chuckle from the silver haired woman.

She notices how he acts around her, still with a distance and secrets, but she does not mind it one bit. They all have secrets and wishes they do not want to share with those who they keep close, out of fear or out of personal preference. For now, she'll indulge having this warm presence by her side, devoted to this time in the present. She knows her time will become stagnant starting now, there will be no changes in her appearance when it comes to age. Her other's been eternally stuck in the age she is now, watching her children grow and her husband age. But maybe... if it means spending more time with Fionnbarr, she doesn't mind having her clocks stop ticking. As long as he has her, as long as he wants to stay by winter's side.