straddling his lap, fingers cradle his face as her mouth descends on his own. she starts off slow, like fire beginning to spark. lucy doesn't need a reason to seek his affections. he gives without thought, so why shouldn't she? it's warmth in her chest, an elation even she can't hope to hide even if she wanted to. maybe it's about enjoying the life she took with both hands and knowing no matter what, he'd be right within reach, always encouraging, always just there whether to heckle her or otherwise. she leans into him, fingers sliding into his hair as she coaxes his mouth open beneath hers, wanting a deeper taste. mm, setting aside some time to make her champion a little breathless? lucy rather likes this type of spoiling.
A knockout punch swings with each action taken. The careful molding of her comet, the sparks, the immovable infrastructure, that a flowing coronet that allows that halo to emit and it all arrives the instant the Outer Ring's royal finds peace upon an ever defined throne. Anything that fell into missions, gang briefings or anything of the sort melts the instant blinding scarlet finds the treasure now set in her grasp. Fresh wisps of steam drifts from his lips, a promising 'warning' as she'd allow her fingers to fall through a forest of dark jade. The small comforts is a novelty for a body that endures, the peaceful exhale escaping as Luciana Montefio eclipses the entire world away.
She'd find his passion, the grit, the gentle edges, all exuded from a particular intensity burning within his eyes.
It was a devious habit, befitting for the barb wired soul that tore from the city's crown and stomped it prominently in the dust.
His own fingers weren't far behind, smoothing upon her midsection, drawing carefully devoted arches upon her back before a firm grasp ensured she felt that squeeze of his anchoring. Lighter needed it the instant she'd find herself applying a dash of her sweetness upon his world, a kiss that strikes true, reverberating higher paces through the heart and igniting the natural flame within his blood. Reality finds itself burning away by the second, the cinders their shooting stars as he'd press firm into her lips, kissing deeper, forsaking a gentler note for the certainty that all of this is real.
She has him. He has her. It was a truth that always made the Champion bask as he felt the acceleration of her vigor. A hot lash of tongue makes a slow gasp escape, only for an appreciation moan to be brokered the instant her hot tongue lanced betwen his lips, offering up the rawness of his flavor as the prize, smoked spice. It was a dizzying sensation when he's left on the backfoot, and as a higher spike of excitement, the instincts within knew that Lucy was more than aware.
Any chance to catch up would be brushed away, for he wanted to drown in these experiences, the bliss that catalyzes his weariness into fresh strength. The prominent way selfishness is etched into her language, the nature of a conqueror finding a loving outlet that he loves to indulge within. It led Lighter's own tongue working into that battle, offering those hot lashes of tongue upon her's, enacting shivers and that same eagerness that prompted his grasp to seat her firmer upon his hips.
In the midst of it all, Luciana would be the channeled prayer. ..It was a slow lesson, he welcomes that fact, the praise forged through her actions is unforgettable as he decides to let go.
