they are alone
and they are stumbling
backward
her back hitting the wall
as she holds his face in her hands

lingering kisses
and bruised lips and clicking of teeth
they are harsh and they are soft
he trails his open,
wanting mouth over the sleek column of her neck
and laughs when she pulls him by the hair to get closer
closer closer closer

they are warm
and they are pecking kisses
to the other person's cheek
to their necks

his mouth is hot on her collarbone
and she is trailing
soft-as-spring lips
over the tips of his ears

dear son of wind
dear heir of fire
you are chaoses
unto each other

-i-

she is bone and flesh and muscle and blood
breathing
breathing
alive beneath his touch

she is burning up
magma in her veins
and she tastes like running water
like the wind in the trees
and for all the fact that they are killers -
-do you remember
a knife in someone's sleep
spilling crimson on white bedsheets.
do you remember that emptiness of war
and all the pain we were trying to bury?-

they have a home now
in the friction
the muscle memory of wrapping themselves around each other

-i-

his arms are strong
rippled with scars that fade into her scars
mass havocs of silver, knotted
and they are fumbling
half in love
and still half heart-broken

her hands are tangled in his hair
pulling and pulling
straining and on the edge of ripping
as he pushes his hips into hers

her legs lock up around his waist
kisses him softly
even as her breath comes in shudders

for sinners like them, this is holy

-i-

they rest
and she knows it
she knows he loves her

their bodies are gleaming in the flickers of firelight
and they are coils of gold and silver
wrapped around each other like lifelines
he sucks the air from her lungs
and pulls away
lifting her long legs over his shoulders
kisses her pale, scarred belly
the inside of her thighs
and savors her intake of breath

-i-

a carousel of broken mirrors;
a horror house.
they will be spinning around each other unto oblivion

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AN: because for some reason I love this two idiots together. This wasn't supposed to happen. Frick.