( thankfully she'd been given a room closer to the entry, hidden away from the others scattered about the home as fittingly grand as magnus. if anything, it offered them some semblance of privacy, a veil between the others that could easily fracture, what with a shadowhunter and a warlock none too far. it sends a tug of heat beneath her navel, the idea of having to keep themselves quiet enough that they won't be detected—not that the rest of the bunch were entirely innocent, but on the off chance those sounds might be recognized.
when she catches sight of him in the hall, first as a shadow and then characteristically with no more than a pair of sweats, she doesn't hide the way hues wander, how it leaves teeth chewing at the lower pillow of her lip in anticipation. they could both readily be described as bold when it came to this sort of thing, but she can't help but to revel in how different his approach is, now. how many times he's made his way to her before, absent of that hunger.
he brushes in close to her, places those hands at her hips and there's nothing stopping the way exhale slips from her lips without her consent, how pulse thunders deafeningly beneath her chest.
she reaches out to ravel him in closer, yet, so their fronts ghost together, that maddening spell between them—how much she had to learn of this side of him—all too gratifying to break just yet. she's every bit intending to draw it out until one of them breaks, to test the waters until she can't. she hums, a velvety sound, eyes ticking down to that notorious smirk of his. nails give a bite after scoring to his lower back, digging in just enough for him to be aware of their presence. )
no subject
when she catches sight of him in the hall, first as a shadow and then characteristically with no more than a pair of sweats, she doesn't hide the way hues wander, how it leaves teeth chewing at the lower pillow of her lip in anticipation. they could both readily be described as bold when it came to this sort of thing, but she can't help but to revel in how different his approach is, now. how many times he's made his way to her before, absent of that hunger.
he brushes in close to her, places those hands at her hips and there's nothing stopping the way exhale slips from her lips without her consent, how pulse thunders deafeningly beneath her chest.
she reaches out to ravel him in closer, yet, so their fronts ghost together, that maddening spell between them—how much she had to learn of this side of him—all too gratifying to break just yet. she's every bit intending to draw it out until one of them breaks, to test the waters until she can't. she hums, a velvety sound, eyes ticking down to that notorious smirk of his. nails give a bite after scoring to his lower back, digging in just enough for him to be aware of their presence. )
Can't sleep?
( it's a tut, taunting. )