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"There's something in the way you lay Enough to make the dead switch graves You take your leave You taste like new flesh Say my name again My hands are not worthy"
Jericho - Sleep Token (This band's music is actually just represents Jimin wanting Aera hahaha)
Spice - O - Meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🤞🏻 uh it started with 2 peppers and went up to I'm not counting all that. Do with that information what you will 😭😭
Aera 🥀
Salt and a sea spray licked at the edges of her hair, playing a cool melody across her skin. Waves of sapphire danced in her vision, the world upside down as she neared her peak.
This is glorious.
Jimin worked his mouth along her chest as he moved within her, kissing away all their fears with his lips. Neither were prepared for what they would find at the castle, at home but their shared flesh created a haven.
Aera cursed herself for not relenting sooner. Not for fighting with the man for years, she enjoyed that. Just for not suggesting they make it up to each other in this manner.
The man had her bent over the bow of the ship, her head nearly hitting the wood while the man grew more and more relentless.
"Aera." He has growled into her skin, for the hundredth, maybe thousandth time. "If he would have hurt you I-"
His words hovered above her skin. She was unable to answer, her words hiccuping as he fucked her into oblivion. Like every sound she could not make, and every meeting between them would erase what he had been so afraid of.
"I'm here." Is all she could gasp out between thrusts, her body tightening around him.
She lifted her body, just enough to see his face. Through the lust, she could see true desperation in his eyes.
"You left me before."
Aera wished she could have smacked herself. Again he had that uncanny ability to fuck up her skills in shutting the hell up. The man's movements altogether stopped, and she let out a whine of frustration.
His dark eyes flashed, his tanned chest laboring. The white of his hair spun like gold in the dwindling sun, his full lips swollen. He stayed hard inside of her, but his fingers gripped into the bones of her hip, holding him back from moving.
Suddenly, they were voyaging to the past. Standing above a cliff, only unspoken words and harsh, night air between them.
Life had been easier then, when the world was always dark. It had been easier for them to hide.
