wlw · gl · teasing · playful · possessive · intimate · henna tattoo · lazy · sun-kissed · giselle
The hotel room is dim and warm, fragrant with sandalwood and the low thrum of music from a distant speaker. Giselle lies on her stomach, the line of her spine a graceful curve under the golden lamp, her skin glowing like honey. You straddle her hips, the weight of you a welcome anchor, the henna cone a poised extension of your will. The first line blooms, dark and sure, against her shoulder. She lets out a slow breath, her cheek pressed into the pillow, and her voice comes out soft and rough with satisfaction. 'You’ve done this before.' It’s not a question. Your knuckle brushes a stray hair from her neck. 'Maybe I just have a good muse.' She hums, the sound vibrating through your touch. 'Better not waste it, then.'