It was becoming increasingly difficult to part, yet the better part of her resisted as if there was no need. Her thoughts of consequence were far and in between, lost in the muddled hues of pale grey and soft white. At a better time, she might have considered her actions as an outsider peering in, but her mind was deeply enthralled in the moment, succumbing to both warmth and the strange comfort derived by so intimate a touch. It was not all like what she shared with her lead; their little game bringing her glee then falling away when she felt her actions too juvenile. But this… this was different in all sense. Her heart did not hammer with the excitement of a game, but the slow, rhythmic stirring, churning the heated blood through veins fully opened. Her body felt heavy, near lulled by his touch. The breath on her nape that sent a chill along her spine. The fine weave of pale grey into wild curls of soft gold…
…marred only by the soft patter of cold against her nose.
Eyes unintentionally closed snapped open as the sobering droplets began to fall. Each drop, a needle permeating the thick flesh, made worse by the warmer state of the victim body. They began slowly, more a note for attention as they fell quietly on the rocks, then grew with intensity as the full width of the hovering cluster of clouds drifted overhead. |