Re: Third Class ; Dining
Her fingers tangled thoughtlessly in his hair as he kissed a path down to her shoulders, and her cheeks burned hot as she thought of his mouth elsewhere, beneath gauzy fabric, though it was from desire rather than shame. She knew Heaven wouldn't approve but she was no longer an angel, and this was what humans did, wasn't it? Pleasure was yet another piece to add to her fractured life, and now that she had it, that she was experiencing it for herself, she couldn't ever imagine going back to feeling nothing at all. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, but it wasn't enough to muffle her sounds, murmurs and whimpers that let him know she liked what was doing and not to stop.
A shiver ran down her spine when he called her beautiful, but it was a delicious thrill, nothing fearful at all. No one had ever referred to her as such, and it made her feel worthy. "Really?" It was a breathless whisper, the question, and his mouth on her earlobe was unexpected enough to surprise her into laughter. "I like you," she told him shyly, after a moment, pulling back enough to look at him as she said the words.