It's becoming much more difficult to avoid the little things he would call his lover when he was so deeply into it. Dear heart. Love. Lover. I love your body, your heart, your soul -- But the L-word here, between them, has been quietly tucked to the side, placed inside a pantry, perhaps to be forgotten or found some time later.
Still, he knows it's there. Waiting under a dim light, a pile of other things between them.
He kisses down over her belly, pressing her down, still, firmly. Jaskier has heard such urgent requests before, and has given into them without pause. But now, his mouth returns to her first, pressing her closer to the edge, then glancing up at her face from between her legs.
"Say it this time. Exactly what you want me to do."
The vines grow tighter; not like a warning, but more like an urgency.
no subject
It's becoming much more difficult to avoid the little things he would call his lover when he was so deeply into it. Dear heart. Love. Lover. I love your body, your heart, your soul -- But the L-word here, between them, has been quietly tucked to the side, placed inside a pantry, perhaps to be forgotten or found some time later.
Still, he knows it's there. Waiting under a dim light, a pile of other things between them.
He kisses down over her belly, pressing her down, still, firmly. Jaskier has heard such urgent requests before, and has given into them without pause. But now, his mouth returns to her first, pressing her closer to the edge, then glancing up at her face from between her legs.
"Say it this time. Exactly what you want me to do."
The vines grow tighter; not like a warning, but more like an urgency.