[ She is an absolute natural disaster. It came with the territory, really, of being so much more than just a woman. She's also every particle of an ocean, every inch of growth in a forest, every decaying pile of bones, every quake in the earth, every breeze-- She's a very good choice for a host, in her way. She already knew how to hold many things in her mind, but... she was a force of nature; not a careful creature of logic the way the Nest really needed her to be. Her strengths were her weaknesses; her strengths were what made her dangerous to the hosts around her who did not have her immensity. She had warned him, that while this could assuredly be fun, it wouldn't necessarily be easy on him.
Not that he's struggling to keep up with her, retaining his composure beyond the sweat on his brow. She'd love to him really rumpled and absolutely fucking put out one day. Her grin is sharp, mean-spirited, at the thought, and she doesn't bother to hide it. How could she, at this point. Cruel little daydreams, but she's relented her struggle and settled comfortably across his lap, her sigh of breath a lot sweeter; liquid and warm.
She hadn't intended to get quite so comfortable. These kind of things were usually a lot more desperate but the smell of lavender and mint makes her breathing slower, eyes heavy lidded and content like she's complacent with a lover she's known a long time. Not that she ever stuck with any lover for long at all, that was a vulnerable business that might lead to something like an actual relationship--
An unwelcome thought, that one, and she shivers, huffs a breath and buries her face in his hair, more demanding than before. That's exactly the kind of shit he should be distracting her from. ]
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Not that he's struggling to keep up with her, retaining his composure beyond the sweat on his brow. She'd love to him really rumpled and absolutely fucking put out one day. Her grin is sharp, mean-spirited, at the thought, and she doesn't bother to hide it. How could she, at this point. Cruel little daydreams, but she's relented her struggle and settled comfortably across his lap, her sigh of breath a lot sweeter; liquid and warm.
She hadn't intended to get quite so comfortable. These kind of things were usually a lot more desperate but the smell of lavender and mint makes her breathing slower, eyes heavy lidded and content like she's complacent with a lover she's known a long time. Not that she ever stuck with any lover for long at all, that was a vulnerable business that might lead to something like an actual relationship--
An unwelcome thought, that one, and she shivers, huffs a breath and buries her face in his hair, more demanding than before. That's exactly the kind of shit he should be distracting her from. ]