Astrid lets out a startled laugh, genuinely surprised, pressed up against the tree and caught between him and it—
“I thought,” she says between kisses, against Talin’s ear, “you’d go for the tent,”
which would have been warmer and more comfortable and marginally more civilised, but it turns out that this lack of civility is exactly what makes desire ratchet through her, a sudden low and aching throb between her legs, the concept of being so rushed and hurried you don’t even want to get comfortable first. They’ve opened a door; she wants to barrel right through it.
The bark rasps against the back of her long-sleeved shirt and she hitches her knees around Talin’s hips to hold herself up. It’s been a while since she fucked outdoors, and it turns out that she misses it: breathing fresh bitter cold air, the sound of the natural world around them, the tree rippling slightly above them; the impact knocked a little bit of snow loose and it landed on Talin’s dark hair, his shoulder. She sweeps it solicitously off his jacket, and then reaches between them to fumble for the laces of his trousers even as she doesn’t let the kiss break, distracted, delighted, chasing his mouth with her own.
nsfw here on out,
“I thought,” she says between kisses, against Talin’s ear, “you’d go for the tent,”
which would have been warmer and more comfortable and marginally more civilised, but it turns out that this lack of civility is exactly what makes desire ratchet through her, a sudden low and aching throb between her legs, the concept of being so rushed and hurried you don’t even want to get comfortable first. They’ve opened a door; she wants to barrel right through it.
The bark rasps against the back of her long-sleeved shirt and she hitches her knees around Talin’s hips to hold herself up. It’s been a while since she fucked outdoors, and it turns out that she misses it: breathing fresh bitter cold air, the sound of the natural world around them, the tree rippling slightly above them; the impact knocked a little bit of snow loose and it landed on Talin’s dark hair, his shoulder. She sweeps it solicitously off his jacket, and then reaches between them to fumble for the laces of his trousers even as she doesn’t let the kiss break, distracted, delighted, chasing his mouth with her own.