Lion Head Mesa [sc] root & gut

she had missed this.
inji was a firecracker, a tempest, sparking feverishly beneath him and crying out with sharp, broken moans and sighs. his name felt as if if had lost all meaning and was only a jumble of letters and sounds.
by the time they soared beyond the ever sought after peak, the fellahin girl was a royal mess; half-dried spit clung to one side of her mouth, fur tousled in a way that made her look as if she were a bat out of hell. panting, heaving, she rolls to meet the eyes of her betrothed with wobbly limbs that collapse onto his side.
holy shit, she is breathless as she laughs, dissolving into little giggles as he covers her in kisses. oh, gods, i feel like a mess.