Greatwater Lake Unmendable Heart

Oh, so it was like that. Yet another intriguing characteristic for Miyako--a man who took charge. So often she had found herself the one who had to spur things on, and it just got exhausting after a while, being the dominant individual constantly.

"Yes, sir," she chuckled, her mouth quirking in a wry smile. She lowered herself down, down, so that Howl was looming above her, shadowing the afternoon sun from her view. Her chin lifted, her neck bared and accepting his kisses and caresses.

Part of her felt incredibly wary in this situation, but the other part recognized that this vulnerability was what made it so intoxicating, so delicious. Her eyes narrowed to slits, keeping the dark male in her vision yet surrending herself to the feelings that would come shortly.

"This is just a fuck, right?" she asked softly, looking up at him. "Nothing serious?"