The Nightingale
She/her
Twenty four
November 11
Slateport
Heterosexual
Assistant
executive
Defiance in her flesh, her blood, her bones; written on her soul
Stay [hh]
POSTED ON Jul 10, 2019 8:04:32 GMT
[attr="class","isratalk"] This time they waste no time on subtle challenges, building the tension between them until it breaks. There is only a mutual acceptance of what has become of them in their touch and a want reciprocated in lack of distance in between. Somehow they have stepped towards something else, something Isra will later decide to call comfort, at least on her part. A feeling she rarely finds in other's but she finds it here in the feeling of him beneath her palms and his lips on her's as she wraps around him. It's invigorating. That's the feeling that brightens her eyes and makes the porcelain mask fall apart, that makes her match him in want and hunger. The mere tiptoeing in is enough to bring the practiced expressions to life with emotions she keeps behind a wall, reserved for days that never come. She knows he will not disappoint and it makes it easier to let go of whatever reservations might have been hanging in the back of her mind. Regardless of where they butt heads, this is something they see eye to eye on, and Isra will relish it until he stops her because she won't deny herself something she enjoys so thoroughly. For better or worse. There's a breath of distance between for just a moment, long enough to tease "I'm surprised you even made it in the door."FERNANDO SILPH[newclass=.isratalk b]color: #9ed480;[/newclass]
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