#xia

Tags: Fluff, Suggestive?, skin to SKIN bb

A hug, thats exactly what you need. A hug thats so tight your bones ache, skin to skin, the heat radiating off of someone else’s body directly onto yours.

So touch starved. So cold. So needy. Insatiable.

And he, he’s just lying there. Sleeping, in his worn out shirt, chest rising, falling. Hands on his chest. Brows furrowed with worries beyond your imagination.

And here you were, hand reached out to him. Your finger tips tracing lines on the veins on his biceps, craving his warmth.

“C-caleb?”, your voice a hesitant whisper, just loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for him to wake.

The beds weight shifted as he stirred, “hmm?”,

Still not convinced he was fully awake you didn’t push it, just stared.

With your silence he moved his head to face yours, locking eyes with yours. He could see the tension on your face, brows dipped reaching for each other, your lips pressed in a thin line, “what wrong pips?” his husky voice easing the strain on your facial muscles.

There was a small moment of silence as your eyes looked away for a second only to find their way back to his gaze.

Unsure of how he would respond but wanting it so badly, you didn’t let your anxiety get in the way, “Caleb. can I,.. can i hug you?”, his eyebrows raised for a second, a split moment of surprise before a warm expression met his face, lips contorting into a smirk, “A hug? You don’t have to ask for a hug pips, c’mere” his hand waving you over to him, so you made your way on all fours, before crumbling into his arms, “Are youu okay?” worry carried in his voice, “yea.” “I’m okay”, “just cold”

And somehow, this embrace wasn’t enough, your heart still felt heavy, cold, your greed wanting more. So your hands found their way under his shirt, palms feeling his abs, you could feel him tense up, his chest rising faster as he laid on his back, and still it wasnt enough.

You want to crawl into his skin, to fuse your veins, to breathe his air, never enough, no matter how tight you hug him, how hard you pull him in, it just isn’t enough.

Desperation fills your entire being, it grips your heart, it makes you gasp for air, and before he can even get the words “are you alright” out of his mouth you’re already sitting on him, pulling your shirt off over your head, his eyes darting all around your body, not knowing where to land.

So badly, so desperately, you need his warmth, its not want its need. “Pips?”, “What? what are you-” his words cut off by your hands pawing at his shirt, trying to tug it over his head, fabric caught under his weight. He doesn’t know what you’re aiming for or what exactly it is that you want, but he goes along with your unspoken demands, sitting up and letting you yank it over his arms and head.

The moment his bare chest is exposed you push him back down, hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. His sharp breaths reverberate around the room, brows furrowed while his sunset eyes look deeply into yours, he looks unsure but doesn’t speak, letting out a soft gasp as you pull your bra off over your arms.

Now he really didn’t know where to look taking a quick glance at your chest before meeting your eyes again, his blinks growing faster, luckily you didn’t give him more time to relax or to process what he thought was about to happen, before you crashed onto him.

Skin to skin.

The heat from his body coursing into yours making that pit in your heart ease. You could feel the air he tried so desperately to control beneath you making his chest rise and fall in shaky movements. His arms hovering above your bare skin still unsure of what was happening and whether or not he could touch you.

“Pips?”, “mm” you grumbled in response. “What, what are you doing?” a question that almost made you laugh given how worried and out of breath he sounded, “I need your warmth. All of it” your hands grasping him tightly trying to dig themselves under him, “oh.”

Finally, yet hesitantly, his hands settled on your back, you could feel them shaking as he slowly trailed them up and down your spine, as if taking in the fact that you were both topless with you pressed onto him.

After minutes of the soft caressing his hands ultimately found their resting places, one on your lower spine and one between your shoulder blades, his big arms pulling you harder onto him as if he wanted so badly what you did, to be one.

“Thank you Caleb.”

“Always.”

Been drawing how Debbie and friends loosely view one another. Stars are for self perception. Other part here.

Like any good Xian, Sorakhii has a taste for profit and no scruples to get in the way of obtaining it. She is the boss of Kirox Aulu ("Red Claw"), a shadowy syndicate focused on the poaching and trafficking of exotic Rahi. Although she herself doesn't much care for Rahi, she understands that there are collectors and enthusiasts who would pay handsomely for Muaka fangs or Kane-Ra horns.

Being both a Vortixx and the leader of a lucrative criminal enterprise, it should come as no surprise that Sorakhii is a harsh boss to work for. She does not tolerate failure, and would prefer her underlings to die rather than fail. While she may prefer to let others do her dirty work, she is not afraid to venture out into the field to show her worthless henchmen how to do their jobs.

let's dance in the dirt!

xia and malik are not only naomi's roomates, but also work with her at the tattoo parlor, krackin' skulls. they all go to the club (usually caribbean and alt clubs) together!