#haildiosa

                                   - closed starter for @haildiosa -

It was like her body moved of its own will, brain still caught in the moments before and the tragedy that was playing on loop. Was this some kind of glitch in the fucking Matrix? Two quick half steps and an outreached hand to swing the woman around to face her. “What in the           ??“ That was H E R face.

            ( no contesta el telephono ) which shouldn’t REALLY be an issue. the familiar ( ringing ) sound that comes from the device in his hands still seems so very  UNFAMILIAR to him at times. he’s not IMPATIENT --- no carlos madrigal is many things, but he is a ( very ) patient man.  so he waits. no need to dial again. his arms cross as he hangs up the phone, eyes trailing upwards and focusing on the figure IN FRONT of him --- or rather her figure. LA DIOSA ( por la qual el se moriria ) --- “ DIOSA. ” the word is a whisper a ( sliver ) of a thought, as the phone slips into his pocket, “ I thought you said they’d be reachable whenever you asked --- that ALL you had to do, was dar les a simple PHONE-CALL. I’m so... disappointed. ” the word is DRAGGED from his lips with a mock sense of reluctance ( though he has to admit ) --- he is partially telling the truth. he is disappointed.

Lazy mornings had always been something he had favored. Though, he hadn’tbeen expecting to reach out and feel the soft, smooth skin of her warm bodybeside him as he stretched out. Eyes stayed half lidded as calloused fingertips traced down her clothed shoulders, towards the base of her neck, beforeending at the slight perk of her nipples between the thin cotton of the t-shirtthat bathed her skin. Lips curl upwards at their corners, mischief taking it’stoll on tired features as eyelids flutter open, hazelnut gaze locking with herown before leaning in, lips crashing against hers, tongue snaking out toask  permission granted inside before the tango began and soon, fingertipscontinued their memorization as they cascaded downwards, taking in eachcurve of her body that the shirt so lazily gave way to under soft points ofpressure until he reached her hips, mind expecting the familiar lace fabric thatlays there, instead, he’s greeted with nothing but the smoothness her bodygrants him. There’s a soft chuckle released into her mouth as their kiss onlycontinues and he moves, hand slipping between flawless legs, index andmiddle finger moving to slip inside her clit, tracing just past her folds beforereturning to play with her bud.