#then comes loquatius fucking seelie who cannot keep his hands off of her

[beedreamscape]

Thinking of the first embrace Loquatius gave Laerryn, not even hug, embrace. That first burst of closeness, of desire after the drought of affection that started after she 'lost' Evandrin to Zerxus, but then even before that the physicality of their friendship was something else entirely.

I'm talking about those early days of "i'm yet to name what this is, and yet, under my breath, I call it love" when Loquatius trained himself to keep it private enough as not to be labelled as a relationship by others but not so much that the sexual tension could be denied.

This... this is hunger turned into motion, arms tight around her ribs, over her shoulder, chest to chest, pulling and pulling and still not close enough, the scent the shape the textures growing familiar, the memory of pleasures past, lips seconds from crashing, her grappling with the overwhelming knowledge of being wanted in a myriad of ways, shamelessly publicly, the freedom of wanting accepting welcoming being wanted.

They can't do it in front of people who know them because it'd take half a second to see through it --- Loquatius doesn't hug like this and Laerryn doesn't hug at all.