Enver wasn’t sure where to start. He could barely hear her, register her, over the sound of his own heart battering at his ribcage – almost as though it longed to fly free, go barrelling out of his chest and into her hands. To have her hold him, all of him, again.
He’d asked her to meet him, privately. Rather nefarious, really, considering the late hour he’d additionally specified. The confines of her armour no longer clad her figure, pretty, cosy camp clothing clinging to her curves – cinching at the dip of her waist, hugging at the swell of her hips, thighs.. ass. Enver has to physically shake himself from his ever wandering imagination – eyes drifting back to hers, her face. Her perfect, perfect face.
She blinks at him, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, head tilting. “Are you alright?” Her voice, he could practically feel himself hardening within the insufferable fabric of his underwear. She continues, “I think you drifted away for a moment there, Enver.”
Oh. Oh, now she certainly has his full attention. “You– nobody has called me that for a long time, angel.”
She shrugs, “I know I don’t remember.. us, in our entirety. But there are some things that feel right, unforgettable, when I speak them.”
An opportunity. He seizes it, stepping closer – nearer. He can smell her, that perfect lick of iron, intermingling with her flowery perfume, and medicinal soap. Intoxicating.
“What else feels right?” He dares to ask, though he can hear the shudder within his own words. Her eyes grow half-lidded, heavy, with an apparent lust. Yet, she does not speak.
Enver’s voice lowers, it’s breathy and his breath lingers with heady wine - alcohol bodes well for confidence - “Can I touch you, angel?”
She nods, eyes fluttering long before his touch graces her skin. Adorable.
His grip is tense, upon her jaw, as he hungrily, sloppily kisses her – open-mouthed, tongues dancing, and saliva making its journey down her chin. She tastes of cherry wine, as she always had.
“Oh, how I missed you, little one.” Enver purrs, against her lips, before pressing a kiss.
There’s a sultry, breath of a giggle that passes her lips, then. “Show me how much.”