[P] forgive a lovely woman's lies

[Antiope]

my roots run deep into the hollow

The two women could be all that is left in the world and Antiope would not mind it. This carnal, wanton wave rising inside her is not something she has felt in too long. She delights in the way their skin feels pressed against each other—wet, and warm, and full of this searing electricity.

There is nothing else in the world but this, but the rain on the cobblestone under their hooves and the way she can feel Bexley’s heart where their chests are pressed so intimately together. Hers is a full and content purr, a hum of ecstasy. There is no denying the lioness inside her bones.

And when Bexley runs her lips along every stripe on Antiope’s neck her skin burns and burns with it. The feel of the other woman’s teeth against her throat is something wicked, and she opens herself to it; pressing closer to her as if in a dance. There is no space left between them for anything else. No room left between them for the memories of green eyes.

Bexley speaks, and her voice ignites every nerve in Antiope to fire. Her sapphire eyes are dark with something other, something hungry, and there are unspoken words on her tongue, as she presses further into the shadows with a beckoning glance. I am Everything, they promise, all those untold things.

"Speaking."

∞ | @Bexley fin c;