𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 form fog on the windows even in the late chill of the evening . a fire crackles in the living room where in one corner lay a pile of clothes tossed almost haphazardly to the wayside . passion fuels their blood , her front upon the hardwood floor and simple area rug lay beneath them . they are left nothing more than a bout of heavy breaths and content sighs as sweat beads across their bodies . she’s bare under his touch , comfortably resting on her stomach with hair tied up in a messy ponytail skin sweet as his lips grace from the crook of her neck down to her shoulder . in truth , he’s prepared for yet another round but it’s softness between them that cures the exhaustion , steadied hands exploring warm skin that is slick from the burning embers not far from them ---- and the rush of prior endurance .
a content hum seems to slip from her , the feeling of fingers through his hair , a curious smile drawn upon features as in the wake of his lips trailing downward just far enough where flesh tore apart , battle wounds that felt as if they’d been delivered EONS AGO . there’s a moment to linger , lips hovering over so called ruined flesh until gently they press against it . ❛ you saved my life that day ----- ❜ a quiet musing , a free hand roaming across her bare back , ❛ i thought i was going to lose you ❜ another kiss , tender and warm , finds itself lingering over the scar - now healed as he remembers well that day , ❛ and to be honest --- i don’t know what i would have done ❜