– no end.
@mixneptune
sweat still clung to her skin in the aftermath. the air was heavy with the scent of it. they had been feral just moments ago and now, no longer, they remain still and quiet next to each other. her legs are still drawn open, she realises, and she closes them tiredly, bringing her thighs together, but not before putting her hand there. the stickiness of her sin makes her shudder.
“christ, you’ve definitely gotten better, haven’t you?” the same hand slides itself from between her own and moves instead to the woman’s, settling on her side first, then supporting herself with her arm so she could look over her. she does nothing with that hand. she doesn’t move any more than she has already. this isn’t the first time, to be true, and it won’t be the last, so there isn’t any harm in lingering for just a moment longer. this is the face of the past, and one that she’s dreamed of seeing dead. this...is a slightly better trade-off, so she’ll savour it as much as she can. “is that it? is that all you can do? i’m sure you can go for more, can’t you, old lady?”