BIRDS FLY FROM THEIR TREES, their shadows making shapes on the still - waters of the lake that marks the center of their limitless home. VERNAL, VIBRANT, VITALITY SURROUNDS THEM, makes its bed on the wet bank, drinks from the earth’s cisterns —- just as they do, just as they love to do, together [ IF THIS COULD LAST AN ETERNITY, HOW COULD THEY EVER WANT FOR ANYTHING ? ]
hair sticks to skin, the blood - crimson muted to the color of crushed berries in its wetness —- but it is the only thing muted here, WHERE HEARTS CANNOT DECIDE TO THUNDER AS QUICKLY AS HORSE’S HOOVES OR TO THRUM AS GENTLY AS HARP STRINGS. they have found themselves in the between, where love blossoms, where passion digs its heels into the ground & makes its home. natalia wonders thinks that not even the earth & the moon in their eternal dance to face one another could grasp what it means for her to love the one below her now. HER LUNGS SWELL WITH THE THOUGHT, & she exhales at the sight of her lover.
❝ THERE ARE SUNS HERE. ❞ she knows these eyes so well, yet she finds herself tracing her fingertips along violetta’s fluttering eyelids with such awe it is like she is seeing the sky for the very first time, SWALLOWING HER WONDER WHOLE. her fingers move along the hills of her face, spreading across the valley of her cheek, hooking at the cliff of her jaw, strumming the length of her collarbone like string. ❝ my love, my beauty, ❞ she begins this with a poetess’ grace, as if the string of possessive endearments does not crumble into greed as her mouth descends on violetta’s. ❝ mine, mine, ❞ ( ALL MINE, EVERY INCH - YOU MUST KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TO ME, WHAT MY HEART WOULD DO WITHOUT YOU. ) she speaks what she can against her lips, marvels at the warmth of her breath, relishes every bit of skin that yearns to touch against her own. her toes dig into the wet earth, lapped by the edge of water, as one hand curls into the dark hair that spreads across the ground, & the other snakes along violetta’s body —- even the mere thought of it clouds her mind, the mere thought of her devours ever memory —- settling between the softness of her thighs. natalia watches the way her mouth parts with such captivation her sight becomes dizzy with it, imagining the way her teeth would bite into the softest of fruits, & then imagining herself there instead. ( WHAT A BLESSING IT WOULD BE, MY DARKEST SUN, TO GIVE MYSELF TO YOU EVEN MORE THAN I HAVE. )
❝ VIOLETTA - ❞ she consumes the length of her neck now with hungry kisses, savoring the saccharine flesh more than even the sweetest honey. when she feels the muscle there beneath her skin harden & soften with bliss, arching with a bow’s elegance. ❝ VIOLETTA - ❞ she whispers the name against her mouth, drinking every gasp & endearment her lover gives in return as she settles back against the bank, as natalia herself settles down against violetta’s body. ❝ what have you done to me, мое солнце ? what have i done to you ? MAY WE NEVER STOP. ❞
HOW DEEPLY HER SKIN FLUSHES, the heat of desire permeating every pore so feverishly that even the cool water that swells & sighs at her feet is but a pitiable salve. violetta has long since designated this as one of natalia's specialties: to take the pulp of her yearning between her fingers & make something real out of the metaphor.
whatever suns may have found themselves strung in her eyes, they become wan, stuttering things when she thinks of the sun that is her lover. every inch of her that is claimed by natalia's mouth feels as if it has been touched by pure light. it is as if she is being pursued by errant sunbeam after errant sunbeam & with every caress she is drawn further into the holiest type of madness.
violetta catches her kisses between exhales, shuddered gasps unfurling from her lips & into natalia's mouth & she feels the way she drinks it up like wine of the old gods -- like the finest nectar of a flower coaxed by the most tender of hands. [ YOURS, YOURS, SHE WHISPERS, BECAUSE WHO COULD DENY IT? ] she summons her lover's name with the reverence of a prayer & her moon-body, the gentle crescent of it, bends into natalia's body as if distance is a detriment. BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM -- IT IS. soft flesh against soft flesh, a sigh for a sigh; there are few things in which they do not do in tandem. when the tautness of her body relaxes, when there is nothing more to be conveyed in the language of trembling breath & unbound whimpers, violetta sinks into the earth’s bed beneath them, gathering natalia into her arms.
❛ if we are ever to stop, i will surely die. ❜ shivering intermittently, her hand comes to press lightly against natalia's back. deft fingers trace the topography of her body, drawing lazy shapes down the rich flesh of her back, along the smoothest of curves & halting just at the peak of the back of her thigh.
❛ DO YOU RECALL HOW WE FIRST MET? ❜ violetta asks, bending her head to speak into the sodden velvet of natalia's hair. something wistful within her stirs & she cannot help the way her smile bleeds into her voice. her hand moves again to split between the apex of her thighs, suggesting further movement yet never delivering. ❛ no one had ever gotten that far without help. YOU WERE DIFFERENT. you were alone, equipped with nothing save for your wit & your skill. it gave me great excitement to see the particular trap that you had fallen prey to, if only because i knew you would be able to get out of that one, too. ❜
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