Frost
Tension stretched out between the two of you, so thin and vibrant, pulsating. Flashes of hot, irregular, tugging at you on your mouth, on your hands. She was like this, ever bright, dancing in fragile volatility. Gods, you couldn’t turn your gaze away. No, not now. Not with sharp crystals trailing down your skin, not with a heartbeat wanting to burst out and reach for her.
Even with jewels embeded deep in you, which always felt so right, it was hard to find something to hold onto. Ambivalence in this intimacy, her distance more so a threat than physical. Want and desire coated tight with yearning she had not yet gotten to bare to your love. You saw it behind translucent windows. You saw it in her eyes at the peak of her satisfaction, a glimmer, a light refracting on every side of the diamonds she paraded on.
Quick to come into motion when your affection was placed at her throne, quick to shush your words with a facade and a challenge. The hope that you would stay, for her, just for her, and be unshaken in her intensity. The hope that you could make that decision and help her trust in it.