[ When she smiles at him like that he knows he's doomed. It's not so unlike gazing into the sun for she is brilliance molded into the shape of a god, stitched together with magic, promise and hope. Without even trying she pulls parts of him back to her time and time again. And although he ultimately knows his fate for it has been written long before this, this reunion is not a fate he will rail against. He will walk towards the sun with all of his sadness and desire and allow her to burn it all up without any fear for what could possibly come next.
For this is a being who understands what it means to hunger. Who has never judged him for it or pitied him for the state he often finds himself in time and time again. Rather she fills his cup, encourages him, urges him to feed on her. He is not worthy of that attention or the clear affection she has for him that radiates out from her. But he will prove himself worthy of it. He will earn the right to bask in her warmth or be burned if that's what she so chooses.
At the offer of both his eyes flare like a glowing star and as she takes a step back he rises to meet her, pulled along by her gravity. The bed will halt her progress but he wraps his arms around her before she goes too far, one to support her head and neck, the other to guide her gently to the bed so that her legs hang off the side. His lips hang suspended above hers for a moment, ghosting the shape of them with warm breath that creates small sparks to dance in that space between. This is his form of teasing, a small one, but one nonetheless that he offers before he makes his way south leaving similar sparks in his wake while never effectively touching her skin with his mouth.
He's on his knees once again because it seems fitting to make his case on his knees, between her thighs. It's here that his lips begin to work the sensitive skin with his teeth, his lips, his tongue. Once again his hand reaches for hers, fingers threading together like the lifeline that she is as his need for her stirs. Cassian presses a languid kiss that will leave its mark before murmuring - ]
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For this is a being who understands what it means to hunger. Who has never judged him for it or pitied him for the state he often finds himself in time and time again. Rather she fills his cup, encourages him, urges him to feed on her. He is not worthy of that attention or the clear affection she has for him that radiates out from her. But he will prove himself worthy of it. He will earn the right to bask in her warmth or be burned if that's what she so chooses.
At the offer of both his eyes flare like a glowing star and as she takes a step back he rises to meet her, pulled along by her gravity. The bed will halt her progress but he wraps his arms around her before she goes too far, one to support her head and neck, the other to guide her gently to the bed so that her legs hang off the side. His lips hang suspended above hers for a moment, ghosting the shape of them with warm breath that creates small sparks to dance in that space between. This is his form of teasing, a small one, but one nonetheless that he offers before he makes his way south leaving similar sparks in his wake while never effectively touching her skin with his mouth.
He's on his knees once again because it seems fitting to make his case on his knees, between her thighs. It's here that his lips begin to work the sensitive skin with his teeth, his lips, his tongue. Once again his hand reaches for hers, fingers threading together like the lifeline that she is as his need for her stirs. Cassian presses a languid kiss that will leave its mark before murmuring - ]
Is this more of what you had in mind?