💋
neck kisses.
cinuscasus.
...Perhaps he was foolish for not seeing the inevitability of this moment. The mood between them had been… tense as of late. In the earlier stages of their ‘partnership’ he had attributed this to the fact she’d forced his hand. It was only natural to feel something for someone who sought to coerce your cooperation—the simmering in his blood, the occasional irritation at her presence. It was perfectly natural. This was a different sort of burning, however, and it was more than familiar to him. The unexpected factor was that such feelings of desire were being inspired by her. The press of her body so near to his prompted the urge to raise his hands to her waist, to grip curved hips and keep her in place as traitorous lips marked a path of fire along his skin. Flames. They had always burned between them, hadn’t they? Threatening and bold, much like their ambitions: to coax, to impassion, to turn everything before them to DUST. A mutual disdain as they marked the path of their destinies. This was nothing new, Adam thought. They’d been using one another from the very start. But he could not tell himself that one dalliance would not hurt. If they approached this… issue it was near certain that they would both be burned. The faunus breathed out the smallest of sighs, let his right hand move from where he’d perched it in order to skim the back of her dress, brush gloved digits across the triangle of exposed flesh. Maybe it was already too late to turn back. If that were the case—fine.It would not be the first time Adam Taurus had walked through fire to gain something he wanted.
