With the fire at her back, Aleifr cannot enjoy the view of her with the same clarity. The dancing light of the fire casts her in a stark silhouette, the lines of her body visible, but little else beyond what was illuminated by the light that wrapped around her form.
Meager as it was, it was more than enough. He looked at her as though she was something to eat -- a look that lost none of its intensity as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees, looking at him as though every desire she'd ever had were mapped onto him in this moment.
He loved it. He basked in it like the warmth of the fire as he felt her hands ghost down the centre line of his torso.
"You can." He replies, lifting a hand to caress her cheek. "Along with whatever other stories you'd want to know."
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Date: 2025-11-18 05:44 am (UTC)Meager as it was, it was more than enough. He looked at her as though she was something to eat -- a look that lost none of its intensity as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees, looking at him as though every desire she'd ever had were mapped onto him in this moment.
He loved it. He basked in it like the warmth of the fire as he felt her hands ghost down the centre line of his torso.
"You can." He replies, lifting a hand to caress her cheek. "Along with whatever other stories you'd want to know."