( She feels like there should have been more alcohol involved. But maybe, in its own way, the rush of seeing each other in this new city is its own sort of intoxication. Enough to bypass the twinges of guilt that appear all too frequently - the ones saying that she shouldn't be imagining skin against skin, drinking and enjoying the kind of life she lost the rights to years ago, not when her own selfishness was to blame for the reason she ended up in Eudio, and now Cadelle, anyway.
Kate inhales sharply, fingertips sliding their way up Will's torso, coming to a light, near-delicate stop at his chest. It'd be easier if there were alcohol involved, where there's a convenient, bottle-shaped excuse for the loss of control and the way her heartbeat jitters, all too light in her chest. But what's done is done, and the thought of taking back the last seconds doesn't even cross her mind. Everything that's been in the air since they met, that invisible weight lying heavy just behind each word and glance, finally feels as though it has a name. Feels tangible when Kate's thighs squeeze around his just a little as she leans forward, hands gliding from chest to neck and jawline when her lips catch Will's in a firm kiss, one ignoring pangs of guilt and all previous uncertainty. Drunk on the mood and the oft-forgotten warmth of another's skin, the velvet caress of lips; sensations all too frequently forgotten in thoughtless, tequila-fueled trysts, ones that set nerves alight down the length of her spine.
Perhaps she doesn't deserve this, but it beckons to her like the call of winding paths and sunrises on the rooftops, impossible to resist. )
it's so warm and cozy here
Kate inhales sharply, fingertips sliding their way up Will's torso, coming to a light, near-delicate stop at his chest. It'd be easier if there were alcohol involved, where there's a convenient, bottle-shaped excuse for the loss of control and the way her heartbeat jitters, all too light in her chest. But what's done is done, and the thought of taking back the last seconds doesn't even cross her mind. Everything that's been in the air since they met, that invisible weight lying heavy just behind each word and glance, finally feels as though it has a name. Feels tangible when Kate's thighs squeeze around his just a little as she leans forward, hands gliding from chest to neck and jawline when her lips catch Will's in a firm kiss, one ignoring pangs of guilt and all previous uncertainty. Drunk on the mood and the oft-forgotten warmth of another's skin, the velvet caress of lips; sensations all too frequently forgotten in thoughtless, tequila-fueled trysts, ones that set nerves alight down the length of her spine.
Perhaps she doesn't deserve this, but it beckons to her like the call of winding paths and sunrises on the rooftops, impossible to resist. )