#TO HARVEST. REAP WHAT YOU SOW. ITS URS IM URS

[recitedemise]

Gosh, and what helluva gardener that this wizard proves to be. Between them, a most rousing moment--heady, intoxicating, almost, like a potent wine--goes on and stretches for the length of eternity. Perhaps she is a growth, something foreign and sprouting in the bed of his roses; yet, he'd fancied her, hadn't he?, nurturing her silly as she dug her roots. She came barreling and flowering, crowding whole his head like a blossoming chaplet, and now she's claimed his thoughts. Is sprouting in his mind. He lays awake at night, every idle musing humming long her name. Lords, he has grown this eagerly, that much is true, but the seasons of yearning are fast burning at his wick. He eyes her, skin flushing, and longs to reap.

This, he muses for the umpteenth time, is but harvesting devotion. They're now, as far as he's concerned, at the autumn of surrender. Gale's never been afraid, laying himself down like a lamb at altar, and will she cradle him, he wonders? Or snap him to drain? It hardly really matters, his words catching thickly at the bob of his throat. So long as she takes him there where her heart lays still and mum, he'll burrow himself eagerly and he'll tangle her gardens. Just as she's done, he'll take root.

Again, again, again. A gasp. I am yours.

And as she crowds in closer, he thinks she knows this. Gale--swallows. He eyes her, and the air between them waltzes, threading as if lightning through the web of his bones. Her hand reaches for his own, and reverently, the cold press of her lips travel his veins like river. It's unsightly, surely, the blistering evidence of his ardent desire. However, though poorly does he hide it, so helpless to color so madly his chest, what's a mortal to do with labor of his breathing? And more damning yet, the thunder of his pulse? He's read down to filth, half-smothering his gasp as she pricks at his thumb. But when she moans out loud, his flavor traveling thickly--oh, gods above, how loudly Gale keens. It sounds like hunger, like desperate need. "I," he manages, vying miserably for casual. "I propose another idea. Unsurprisingly, I'm not that eager to cast you out there half indisposed. No. You will leave here tonight most properly satisfied," he breathes, "and you will have as much as you're both willing and able to. Lay my worries to rest. Leave here full with me."

Her nails find his scalp as he full body shivers.

Gale listens raptly. Hungrily. Her fangs sink in again. He doesn't yet know, however, which is more to blame for this ravaging feeling in the twist of his belly. Is it the trickling of his wooziness? The howling empty in his half-hazed thoughts? Or is it the press of her body, flush and close and so notably warmer? Gale doesn't know, hands settling along the shelves of her jutting hips. All of her kisses and all of her promises so thick and reverent... The lines are blurring, mingling together like the bleeding of paint. The bed's the altar, and this too-thin tent is now a church at night, and all the pews are empty save for this section they've laid claim to--just Serana. Just Gale. And who knows who's the god? "Were that you only knew what it is you asked for," he starts, half-gasping as she pulls away, "you may have considered your words more carefully. You're--entirely too generous. It would hardly be fair. What I would ask of you, what I have dreamt from you... It's entirely too much to burden you with." He's almost shaking. "I might've resolved to shoulder it alone." It isn't fair. It can't be fair. No, she's already ruining him. He leans in, the tickle of his beard scratching up the soft of her now-blushed cheek. His nose bumps against hers, the smell of oud and thunder and magic so strong, and how he longs to reach over and push down upon her spine. Feel how much I want you. Slot in flush and close. Let his every heartbeat cave your ribs--thundering and hammering like the pulse of lightning. "Admittedly, I'm not sure how to answer your question. There...have been nights, several, where I've felt this very same feeling in considerable intensity." He laugh laughs, almost mad with it. It hardly required much to send him toppling-- "It took only your name, and I was lost."

his words wash over her. the decadent taste of him still coating her tongue. as she listens ( tries to ) the connection between the two of them takes hold of her. his desire becomes hers. threads from her core and snakes it's way through the weaving of her vessels and ─── WAIT. there's something else isn't there ?? something she'd been looking for. wanting desperately. something, anything as concrete proof beyond the pearlescent gem at her collarbone or the occasional grazing of their fingertips ── the yearning. and not that of the soft and effervescent kind. the kind brought about by the nature of vampiric feeding. a byproduct to help ease live meals and make them less messy. no this wasn't that. it wasn't fleeting. it had roots. like hers. ones grown deep into his very soul.

AGAIN. it comes through the fog of their entanglement clearer than everything else he says. ( . . .go at it again. . . ) it takes her out of it , brings her back to the surface for air. ( . . .if you'll at all have me again. . . ) and when her eyes re-focus on to him it's as if everything becomes clear. AGAIN , CONSIDER ME EAGER FOR YOU.

he's coming to you , chest pried open so that you can reach between his ribs and feast from his heart however it pleases you. devour him.

their fingers still twined together , serana lifts them to her lips. " eager. . . " she murmurs thickly through their shared desire , removing her own hand , his palm is next to receive a tender kiss. his racing pulse draws her down to the thin , supple skin of his wrist. too long her eyes would linger on these veins , hungry to taste. " not much more , though. . . you should be at full strength if we're going to help halsin tomorrow with thaniel. " with a gentle nick from the sharp nail on her thumb , he can watch as serana's mouth encloses around the crimson that beads and wells. watch her eyes roll back and close as she indulges in him once more per request. much to her delight , the pining only strengthens as she takes more from him. twists with hers in a dance that builds her confidence that , yes , their want was the same.

someone just had to be brave enough to make the move.

serana lifts from his wrist and presses to the wound to staunch the bleeding , he's stained her red. hands reach , taking a moment to trace where his hairline met the features of his face ( where she's been lost so many times ) before they tuck beneath his chin and with the momentum of their shared yearning , serana leads gale towards her. " you're a flavor of tempests. a sharp sting like i'm standing in a field before lightning strikes. like stars are dancing on my skin. i'd taste you every day if you'd let me. " before finally , FINALLY , she risks closing the gap , the millimeters , she'd left between them with a delicate kiss. don't break him. he's been cracked enough already. " i'd remind you of how beautiful you are. " again. he'd asked. " how deserving you are. " AGAIN. she'd bestow. " i'd rip into the planes of coldharbour if it could heal that orb , if it could take away your sorrow , and let me keep you. " confession after confession , peppering him with kisses between them , she's drowning in their mass. he , full of desire to worship. she , fashioned his angel , needing someone to share communion with. if he is surrendering in soft prayer , she is too. her hands are warmer as they cup his face. yes. he did that. " does your yearning feel doubled now that i've tasted you ?? it's because you're feeling mine as well. my longing , my desire . . . all for you. " we are the same. we covet the same. " you could have everything you want from me. you could have that desire and yearning. you just have to ask me for it. "