Have I ever disappointed you when I did show up? [She might have played at being coy, but the way she leans closer, the way her breath stutters, all of it points to her wanting him, to wanting whatever this odd mess between them was.
Honestly, half of her being "coy" was simply to keep herself in check, to stop her from shoving him back until they found something solid to lean on. Stopping herself from being pulled completely under by the undeniable need she had to be close to him in moments like this. It was too much.
It was never enough.
She doesn't even get to answer or tease him about his "patience" (which he had, but rarely when a conversation started off by telling her where he was for a booty call), instead he leans in and kisses her and she kisses him back easily, parting her lips.
Her hands slid further up his back, tracing his muscles and spine as much with her nails as her powers now, barely containing the flare caused by him pulling her closer.
Morgana's eyes as almost solid golden light as she watches him through half closed eyes, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.
She shouldn't want him this much, shouldn't like the way that he makes her powers flare and spark, how he tugs at her in ways that have nothing to do with the metal in her clothes or the piercings or his powers at all. There were better ways, better company to keep.
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Honestly, half of her being "coy" was simply to keep herself in check, to stop her from shoving him back until they found something solid to lean on. Stopping herself from being pulled completely under by the undeniable need she had to be close to him in moments like this. It was too much.
It was never enough.
She doesn't even get to answer or tease him about his "patience" (which he had, but rarely when a conversation started off by telling her where he was for a booty call), instead he leans in and kisses her and she kisses him back easily, parting her lips.
Her hands slid further up his back, tracing his muscles and spine as much with her nails as her powers now, barely containing the flare caused by him pulling her closer.
Morgana's eyes as almost solid golden light as she watches him through half closed eyes, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.
She shouldn't want him this much, shouldn't like the way that he makes her powers flare and spark, how he tugs at her in ways that have nothing to do with the metal in her clothes or the piercings or his powers at all. There were better ways, better company to keep.
Yet she liked his company.]