The craving is met with more, more of his touch as the hand cups her face. It’s not enough. It’s then she realizes the craving is insatiable. It would never be enough. He turns the question back to her. He wants her to cave, admit to the desire she tries to hide. Even from the beginning there was never any hiding from him. Matias always knew how to draw the truth out of her. Now is no different. She could pull away, lie, and send him off. That’s what she should do, but the gentle caress and the feeling of his breath on her lips muffles whatever restraints remain. Her answer comes as a breathless whisper, “Yes.”

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]yes.

her answer escapes as a whisper, warm breath rolling against his lips that slowly shape into a grin. it feels good to hear — amazing to hear, but it's not enough to satisfy his craving. he wants more, needs more, and right now, she's everything to him. she always has been.

his hand tilts her head up and he kisses her, hungry in the way his body moves forward to press against hers.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

It feels good to admit, at least for now. He breaks through her walls with a kiss she returns. Her grip abandons the glass of whiskey on the counter in favor of something she craves more. Her hands find him, one curls around the back of his neck while the other grabs to pull him closer, helping to eliminate whatever space is left between them as they settle into each other. It’s still not enough. She demands more in the way she deepens the kiss, pushing onto the tips of her toes to creep even closer.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]more.

he relishes in her taste, in the way she deepens the kiss. a hand moves low, reaching behind her thigh before tugging her up, expecting her to wrap her legs around his waist. he takes a step to the kitchen counter, using it to support their weight before he finally breaks from the kiss, breathless.

but still hungry.

more.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

He gives her more with gentle tug upwards. She complies in a fluid motion, wrapping both legs around his waist. She trusts him completely and doesn’t bother to wrap her arms around him in support. Instead, her hands move towards his face to firmly settle against his cheeks. He excites her, igniting a fire long since snuffed out by the necessity to separate herself from feeling anything other than just physical pleasure. It’s more than just his familiar taste that make her heart race.

When he breaks away, she doesn’t let him go far. She too is breathless. Eva doesn’t say a word, just lets a few shaky breaths fill the space between them. She doesn’t need to say anything, neither does he. She can feel the hunger radiating off him and taste the desire on his lips. More. She wants it too. Her hands fall to his shirt as she leans in to reconnect their lips. She tugs at fabric, making her intentions to remove it clear.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he feels the tug of fabric and brings his hands down to comply. he breaks away from the kiss for mere moments, fabric soon falling to the ground, discarded and lost to the moment. their lips reconnect, not wanting to waste even a second.

the few buttons left of her flannel are quickly unbuttoned and he tugs, too, making his intentions clear. his hands find bare skin, grazing as they start roaming. he indulges in her warmth, in how smooth her skin feels under his touch.

he's longed for her for too long.

he plants kisses along her neck as he begins to trail down.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

In turn, her hands roam him, gliding over the hardened body of a soldier with a tenderness she’s reserved just for him. The hands leave only to allow her shoulders to roll back and the flannel to fall onto the counter. She moves closer, gravitating towards his warmth and the desire to feel his skin against hers. She allows him to roam and indulge. The way his rough hands course over her body is electrifying. He’ll find smooth skin interrupted by scars both familiar and foreign to him.

Each press of his lips against her skin solidifies her desires to indulge in him and keep whatever fire this is rising inside her blazing. Despite the heat, goosebumps rise across her flesh. A soft moan escapes and her fingers curl, digging into flesh in approval.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]his lips brush over scars, some familiar, some foreign, but he takes his time, showing a side of him rarely anyone ever gets to see. his hands fall to her shorts, fingers sliding between fabric and skin before tugging down. he moves with it, lowering to a knee before doting more kisses against the inside of her thigh.

he pauses, teasing in the way he peers up at her before he continues.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

He takes his time, she’s patient. It gives her time to savor the sensation. He removes barriers, not just fabric. She gives herself permission to go beyond her normal defenses and really feel. Her fingertips move flawlessly over him as he dips down, eventually curling into his messy hair. She shudders as he moves closer, sparing a glance down to meet his tease with a playful grin. He is hungry.

She loses herself in him, his touch, his lips, the heat of his breath. It all drives her wild, pushing her to the edge of something familiar but there’s also something different about it with him. It’s still not enough, she craves more, “Matias,” his name leaves her lips effortlessly.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]it's still not enough.

both hands glide up her thighs as he stands, shifting her weight back. he's careful enough not to hurt her but rough enough to show his hunger. his desire. with her back against the counter, he continues, tongue flicking, pleasing.

more.

"eva."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

More.

She gasps, the way her fingers curl into his hair emphasizes her satisfaction. Still, it’s not enough. She’s insatiable. The need for him burns so bright it’s blinding, overwhelming. She gives in as he utters her name.

Eva demands more in the way she pulls him up to her and reaches forward towards his waist to remove the last barrier between them. She wants him, all of him, to fill the void that nothing and no one has been able to. It gives him a glimpse of the vulnerability she guards above all else. In a way, it’s thrilling.

Her eyes seek his, searching for something. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for, maybe it’s just him. In her eyes he’ll find consent, desire, and fiery passion he may recognize as her heart threatens to beat right out of her chest.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]his eyes find hers and he recognizes. he understands. in his eyes she'll find the same content, desire, and fiery passion they've both come to have for each other. this feels natural, right, and in a way, overdue, because he's known for a while now that this longing he feels can only be fulfilled with her.

so he'll stay for as long as she wants him to because there's nowhere else he'd rather be, and no one else he'd rather be with.

more.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

She finds a similar fire in his eyes, a mirrored desire. She feels an overwhelming sense of comfort in it that masks any doubts. After a steady breath she moves forward, leaning in to kiss him again with unbridled passion while hands work to remove the last of his clothes. She moves to the edge, taking control. Her hands grasp, guide, and she surrenders to him.

She wants more, but the Proboards TOS won’t let her have it.

A part of her is dominating, she’s used to being in control, but with him there’s a tenderness she can’t deny. There are times when she willingly surrenders control and lets herself be consumed by him and his presence. He fills the void with something that lingers even long after it’s all over.

MATIAS SILPH