( there's a chatter of teeth to add to the symphony of frigid breaths, bones groaning beneath the heavy blanket of rain that's now left along their skin, soaked through the tendrils of her hair and hanging upon each of their layers, refusing to let go. digits don't cooperate as swiftly as they otherwise would, though when she finally secures key within the lock and opens that front door, they're immediately greeted with the comfort of both warmth and stillness.
a cut from the breeze outdoors, a shelter from the rain; now, inside, they're met with themselves. ) Tu y yo ambos. ( a breath of syllables that rush past her lips, clicking locks into place once more behind them, a dramatic hush taking over the rhythmic storm outdoors.
it's still there, like a hum in reminder. right now she's distracted enough by the cold that's settled into her flesh, the slow of her pulse that demands she slip into something warmer before any escalation of prior conversation could continue. no, they've never truly had a night together that wasn't spent with tripping breaths and sweeps of pleasure, but does she believe they're capable of it? of course.
gym bag is set within the kitchen's sink, no use in flooding out the counter, slipping out of shoes as a flushed breath escapes her, cheeks ridden in a blush that's more from the cold, tinging even at the button of her nose. ) If there's anything you need, my brother's left behind a few things. ( a nod toward his own duffel that's over his shoulder. shirts, a pair of sweats, should those within his bag have gotten just as much attention from the rain water as they had. ) I, ah—
( a pause, chewing at the corner of her lip, the briefest moment of recognition as to the current between them halting her in her tracks. thoughts are shaken away, tucking hair behind her ear before she makes to head toward her bedroom. ) Towels are in the spare bathroom, just up here. ( indication of a door none too far from her room, pausing with a glance back over her shoulder, just before slipping through the privacy of parted double doors. )
no subject
a cut from the breeze outdoors, a shelter from the rain; now, inside, they're met with themselves. ) Tu y yo ambos. ( a breath of syllables that rush past her lips, clicking locks into place once more behind them, a dramatic hush taking over the rhythmic storm outdoors.
it's still there, like a hum in reminder. right now she's distracted enough by the cold that's settled into her flesh, the slow of her pulse that demands she slip into something warmer before any escalation of prior conversation could continue. no, they've never truly had a night together that wasn't spent with tripping breaths and sweeps of pleasure, but does she believe they're capable of it? of course.
gym bag is set within the kitchen's sink, no use in flooding out the counter, slipping out of shoes as a flushed breath escapes her, cheeks ridden in a blush that's more from the cold, tinging even at the button of her nose. ) If there's anything you need, my brother's left behind a few things. ( a nod toward his own duffel that's over his shoulder. shirts, a pair of sweats, should those within his bag have gotten just as much attention from the rain water as they had. ) I, ah—
( a pause, chewing at the corner of her lip, the briefest moment of recognition as to the current between them halting her in her tracks. thoughts are shaken away, tucking hair behind her ear before she makes to head toward her bedroom. ) Towels are in the spare bathroom, just up here. ( indication of a door none too far from her room, pausing with a glance back over her shoulder, just before slipping through the privacy of parted double doors. )
Make yourself comfortable.