#idk what this is ... this got away from me in any case JSFJSDJF

[mindsmade]

@vulpesse / unprompted: kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses —

No time for overthinking — there rarely is when she's around. Ahri has a way of sucking all the air out of the room ( in a pleasant way, somehow ), short-circuiting his brain and rewiring the pathways his thoughts usually walk. It doesn't change that the moment she leaves, he'll sink back into his contemplation and doubt, but she offers him a reprieve where there used to be none.

But that isn't the reason he leans into her kiss as eagerly as he does. In fact, his innate uncertainty would still find a way to claim the overtone and keep him from doing so if his reciprocation was only contingent on that. Instead, his overworked self-consciousness takes a very distant back seat to the unbridled affection he nurtures for her, and it's that which drives him straight into her arms.

It's never just that, though, is it? Affection? There's an undercurrent of desire driving it onwards, always, now compelling him to snake his hands towards her outer thighs to lift her into his arms.

He's missed her, and he'll miss her again as he breaks from her for air.

❛  Was beginnin' to fear you wouldn't show.  ❜ Up comes one hand – assuming her legs secure around his middle – to brush back a strand of her hair. The apple of her cheek is but another turn of the wrist away, and so he directs his thumb there no sooner, sweeping the peachy skin just below her eye. It's all too easy then to get lost in those eyes like molten gold; like the tint of the sky well outside NC's borders as the sunset encroached upon the sandy hills of the no-man's land, stretching for miles and miles between one city and the next. It feels like ...

Home — a pipe dream to think she'd ever want to facilitate such a space within herself just for him, but ... an enticing pipe dream nonetheless; one that invites him to explore past the reaches of his how narrow the realm of possibilities is in his head yet again. So he expands his mind without the usual, instant judgement towards himself for just a moment, seeking to touch upon where it meets hers and cultivate what might grow there.

He could get lost in her entirety before realising it that way, well beyond the point where he ends and she starts. There's not a corner of her mind he doesn't want to know, nor a single cell in her body he doesn't want to touch and affect somehow.

He never could pace himself when it came to his feelings. First they overwhelm, and then they rule over him — not the other way around.

V decides to let them do so as always, steering his mouth back to hers to initiate a searing kiss to rival the intensity of hers. His longing for her ( and her alone ) stokes the flame he continues to harbour for her, extending its will through his arms as they coil snugly around her middle. ❛  — Stay the night ... please.  ❜