Hades and Persephone | Voidia
piaememoriae :
Lydia had come back to this story time after time it had lost its posttraumatic effect — it no longer sent a chill settling over her, and she was able to speak about it without trying to erase the memory of the harsh luminescent lacrosse field lights and her bloodstained dress. She had found peace with it, and she found herself distracted by the brush of lips and pearly whites along her sensitive skin. “Are you trying to make me blush on purpose?” She teased, feeling a pink glow spread across her cheeks and rolling her eyes — though she felt an unmistakable spark, making her want more. It still felt wrong — a betrayal to her essence, to her pack — and she may have had no choice, but after last night any emotional fortification had crumbled and vanished. She could find his presence indulgent, and there was no benefit in fearing the effect that stirred within her at his touch with her intimate palisade swept away. Her petite digits idly curled around his, a hint of a smile playing at lilac petals. “I hope they have that pretty pair of Dolce & Gabbana heels I’ve been wanting…”
“Oh so do I, they’re fancy right? I would love to spoil you” He muses and looks at their intertwined hands. His mind raced to where he would like to put her hand, put he pulled himself back... for some reason. It troubled him momentarily but he realized he should probably say something given the length of time he had lustfully looked at their hands. “How on earth are you this soft?” He asks, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a sweep. She looked up at her from under Dusky hues, a deep mix of amber and yet somehow also black He lifted her hand to tentatively place a kiss on the back of it.
Once they had melted away from the moment of their post-slumber lust, V moved to gather his things and get changed. He slipped on a different shirt in the same room as her, but hesitated when it came to changing his pants. For some reason he felt like he should hide himself, yet never once had he given a shit about being naked in front anyone. “Do you mind?” He asks playfully, motioning a swirl with his finger; suggesting she should be the one to turn around and preserve his modesty.
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