When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The...
unedited, per ushe. Definitely might be some name switchups- ignore them, I'll fix them as i come across them. Sorry I didnt have this out yesterday! I hope y'all like!
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Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The lights were off in the bathroom and the door was locked. Mahogany was sitting on the toilet, eyes shut, trying to block out the mere sound of him, and using all of her power to keep her mouth shut.
She looked like the "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" monkey figurines that her Nee Nee kept in the living room.
"Mo, come on, let me in!"
With her telekinesis, Mahogany was holding her main bedroom door closed. She knew he could see the glimmer of her essence around the doorway.
Physically, she wasn't as strong as him, but when it came to her gifts, she was way stronger than him. All he had was rage, physical strength, and the gift of intimidation, but none of that could make her hold on the door loose at all.
He continued to bang on the door. She was sure that he didn't know that he was actually banging on the door.
"Chaos, please!"
"Orion, I can't!"
"Why? What the fuck did I do to you, huh?"
She didn't answer that. She couldn't answer that.
Everything had been fine up until about ten minutes ago.
They'd woken up- well Orion had woken Mo up with a kiss and his cool fingers against her skin. She must have been whimpering and crying in her sleep because her nose was running-ew. She'd shoved him away, ran into the bathroom, and brushed her teeth the second that she'd opened her eyes. When she came out the bathroom, he was laying in the same spot, hands tucked behind his head, curly hair wild from her hands being in it throughout the night, and those pools of sky blue that were his eyes were focused on her. He wasn't smiling, but that was nothing new. She knew that he was content.
After climbing back into the bed, he leaned over her again, and when he pressed his lips to hers, and that little breathless sigh left her, his lips turned up into a smile before he was distracted by her once more. Once her mouth opened, and she sucked on his tongue, the groan that fell from his mouth unlocked the feral beings within them. He was fully on top of her now, giving her almost all of his weight, and she loved it. It was like sleeping in his bed all over again.
His hands were so big. He was so big. His dominant hand cupped her neck in that age-old show of possession, and Mo could swear on the Moon that he felt it. His grip tightened just a little bit, send an arrow of lust straight down to between her legs, and she had to pull away to gasp. He knew he wasn't hurting her.
