Larksong Grotto Lululemon [M]

She followed, walking with discomfort and a newfound greed-- for she was always so patient when it came to others wants. Hers would always wait. But now, something boiled within her that demanded attention-- desire, someone else might call it. He turns to her, and her eyes glint in the pale light of the den. He pressed his lips to her neck, and then further and further. She didn't understand, but it helps, and so she does not argue. Her only words are short and breathless, confusion and desire laced between them. They are mere mutters, and are probably not heard. 

In a brief, naive, and selfish attempt to soothe her heat, she turns to him, pressing her nose to his own neck. She doesn't really know what to do with it there, but if his touch heals than why should she not be closer? It makes sense to her. So she stands beside him with her head nuzzled against his neck, soaking in the strange feeling.