Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

where was he going? her gemstone gaze tracked his movement, and the pit in her belly seemed to yawn within her, becoming a bottomless thing—and a star seemed to burn within its very center, a star that blazed like the sun, burned like the sun—seeing where his gaze lingered,
her own breathing was uneven by the time his gaze returned to her, 
why wait? what were these patient words she herself had spoken next to the solar system he had only just begun to create within her? Toula knew what it was she wanted to do, knew it could be as simple as shifting her leg only just so, in invitation—in confirmation!
it was too difficult to speak. to think. her body was prepared to betray the former wisdom of her mind, which felt now such a trivial thing… we’ll behave—would she? could she? 
she steadied herself against the stone, allowing the coolness of it to be something of an anchor. but all she could remember was it’s gentle bite as Rashepses—
she cleared her throat, and stepped alongside him. her blonde tail curled ‘round his own, and she looked up at him to say, alright. but the Hebsut awaits to attend me, to prepare for the ceremony—so we cannot be too long, this for herself, a reminder spoken with a tinkling laugh—yes, she must behave too! still, she relished in this stolen moment between them both. what have you to show me, my love? curious, now, her attention was temporarily diverted!