Firefly Glen [m] oh i was sure

an intoxicating temptress; peregrine was lit entirely aflame as he cast his strong limbs around her hips, pressed his chest to her back. he'd almost forgotten what this was like, this dance. he let her lead him to where she wanted him, following her commands with the vigor of a firecracker, the power of a lightning strike.
and it felt as if he'd been waiting his whole life for this.

***

he sprawls out at her side as his breath heaves deep in his chest, tender limbs splayed out across the bed of moss beneath them. she looks at him and he melts all over again, though all she is greeted with is a lazy grin and half-hooded eyes. cool yellow flushes across his face as little lightning bugs begin their dance.
he says nothing else; there was nothing to say unless she wished it from him. for now, he will enjoy this pleasant dizziness until the inevitable swirl of regret comes for him yet again.