Acheron could feel it the second she stepped inside, a tangible want permeating through the air as she shut the door behind her and set her bag down. It tingled through her like a current of electricity, and she clicked the door locked, sealing it for herself and you alone.
She crouched to unzip her boots, sliding them off and pressing her socked feet into the floor of your home. Her ears caught the press of your footsteps as the floorboards creaked in your approach, and she was ever more eager to be rid of her shoes that bound her to the entrance before your arrival.
"Hi, Love," she greeted with a wan smile, feathery at the sight of you as she straightened up.
You hadn't changed from what you woke up in. An old sleep shirt of hers that draped over your form and curtailed just past the top of your thighs. She wondered if you're wearing panties, fingers itching to peel them off herself.
You sauntered over to her, one foot in front of the other, and her stomach curled in a less than pure reverie. You were an image she was certain she would never get used to—especially not in your most domestic of forms. She refrained from yanking you directly against her, instead welcoming your amble into her arms.
"Hi," you echoed, just as curt. "I missed you."
Your words were direct, a short mince that Acheron recognized as a peculiarity you had picked up from her. It endeared her greatly, and she connected her arms around you as you reciprocated the same up around her neck.
She grinned against your lips as they pressed against hers, not a sliver of space left between you. The kiss lingered, setting her heart into a gallop and her hands down a path from your waist to your thighs before slipping upwards underneath your shirt.
She hummed a sound against you, one that dipped and scooped the same way her hands groped upwards against your ass. Acheron pulled back only to nip at your bottom lip; lidded eyes cracked open just to watch it snap back into place.
"You're needy," she mumbled against your mouth, not at all in complaint. An astute observation and a reflection of herself all the same.
"Yeah," you whispered back, shameless as your breaths mingled, and goosebumps raised along Acheron's skin in a call and response. "I want you. Need you bad."
If Acheron held a vista of her being the collected one between the two of you, it slipped through her fingers the second you spoke, unable to be recovered. It sent a shiver down her spine to know what you want, to know that she could give it to you however you wanted it.
It pulled a breathy moan from her as easily as she slid her hands further down your thighs and hauled you up in a carry, desperate and blindsided.
"Yeah?" She breathed in antiphony, trekking the path to your room without parting her eyes from yours. Desire throbbed ripe within her, guiding her footsteps past the doorframe and to the edge of your bed. She wondered if you could feel it through her.
She laid you down gently despite the tremor in her hands and the fire in her eyes that disclosed an unrelenting hunger within. You squirmed lightly in anticipation, and Acheron, hovered over you, took your movements in like a hawk.
"You can have me, baby," she nodded frantically, eyes peering into yours as if she couldn't devote herself more clearly. "I'll give you it all. All of me, okay?"
She affirmed it like it was the only thing she knew to be true. Then she crashed her lips against yours, a less than gentle indulgence that you clung to, and you knew you were in for a long night.
