unecrth: gaea lysimchia
whereas on another day ( or at another moment ) the mention of someone else might have sent her into a cold fury, this time gaea hums, raking her nails down his chest. he’s been captured before. her fingers have run over the scars left behind from those times, replaced with her touch and violence. he’ll never experience it again. perhaps the funny thing is that they both know she’s not joking. she would happily leave him in her bed, tied up, there to be used by her. every time he leaves to go somewhere, do something, she worries about him not coming back. it’s not so much a lack of trust in him but others. he’s beautiful, in his slacks and sweaters, in his skirts and blouses. she’d kill for him, has, and she’s aware there are people just as unhinged as she is. so maybe she’s not the first to have him at mercy, to fuck him. she does intend to be the only mother to emil’s children. ❝ you’d like that, ❞ she states with all the confidence of someone who knows what she’s talking about. who knows him. he can see where his eyes are focusing on her bouncing breasts and she grins, hands on either side of his head as she leans forward, skin oh so close. ❝ i think you’d hate it eventually. ❞
sometimes he feels like a bird with clipped wings. and some might look at this and think he’s gone from one cage to another, but he knows the truth. her loves has healed him. made him grow new feathers and now he can fly where he wants to. and the only place he wants to be is here, home with her, dreaming of their future and drowning in pleasure together. emil lets out a quiet groan in response to her words. he would let her keep him captive for as long as she desires, but she knows him too well. she knows he likes to touch her, likes to feel as much of her as he can. perhaps being bound for too long would frustrate him but… “ i could never truly hate anything that pleases you. ” chin lifts a little towards her, eyes flickering between her gaze and her lips. “ but maybe you’d have to let one hand free, ” emil ventures with a small smile “ not letting me touch you for so long would be like starving. ” it doesn’t feel like an exaggeration. she’s his life line and there is nothing he loves more than exploring her skin.