Occhi azzurri, Capelli rossi

Occhi azzurri, Capelli rossi

by Delilah

When her hands, soft and firm, are entwined in his paws of long digits and rough palms, she always remembers the gentleness in them- him; the brushes of coarseness along the curves of her thighs, the fingers to her hair. Lips touching gingerly over the arches of her neck, her own to the scratchiness of jawbone. His heat seeping into her muscles, her touch to the chill surface of his skin, cold from rain, crisp on contact just like his eyes- which she can only try to warm with the earthen heat of her own. Fire and water make steam.