Moonspear [M] It's all your fault, you called me beautiful

It builds up fast with each consecutive motion playing off the one before it. She's enthralled, wild-eyed, and alive with her heart racing and teeth not far from her neck. She knows deep in her gut that a culmination is approaching and while she does hear his words, his best response for right now is a sneering flash of teeth and low, growling-moan. She's wasting no effort on words, not when she's so consumed.

Amekaze greets the sweet release openly, panting as she comes down from her own high. She is his, he is hers, and all this -- from their electrifying breaths to the mountainside spread below and above -- is theirs. When he slumps over her, she steadies herself anew and glances fondly over her shoulder. She's still catching her breath and it takes a bit of time during which they remain tethered anyway. Ignoring her new tenderness is a little difficult at first (and all the more reason not to move yet), but she is satisfied, and basking in the bliss of their scents intertwined in this way.

:')