Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
Nearly every piece of him aches with his need and want. Thoughts have trouble forming, words refusing to find his tongue beyond the desperate ache in her name as he whispers it. But somehow she still knows, reading him like an open book. In a way, he is, his heart and soul entirely bared before her. Vulnerable and pleading.
Show me, she says, and his entire body nearly trembles with relief. Yes, he thinks, but the acquiescence never makes it past his lips. Instead his knees grip the sleek sides of her ribcage more tightly, his lips pressing more firmly against her skin. He moves then, first slowly, testing, teasing, tempting. But as ancient instinct overcomes him, he moves faster, more aggressively, losing himself entirely in the rhythm, in the way she moves against him, matching him so easily.
Until the inevitable conclusion. He presses harder against her, gripping tighter, as a wave of immense pleasure washes over him. Until he can hold on no longer and loses himself in the wash desire and fulfillment, a low sound rumbling through his chest and throat.
He collapses against her, his skin faintly damp, muscles limp and lax as he traces his lips almost absently along her spine, soothing the flesh where his teeth had pressed perhaps a bit too firmly against her tender skin. He has never felt so incredible, and for a moment he wonders if it is always like this. If he had been missing such an incredible part of life simply because of his ignorance. After a moment, he slips off of her before pressing against her hip, his dark nose buried against her soft skin, inhaling their combined scents.
His. She is his.
“Briseis,” he whispers again, enjoying the way her name sounds on his tongue. It’s odd to think that not so long ago they had been strangers. Still, somehow, they had forged a connection, had become something more. Had become something he never wants to give up.
But one day is not the promise of a lifetime. And he could never (would never) force her into such a thing. For now, he would take the time she gave him. He would wait until she chose him again. And again. Slipping forward, he presses a kiss to her shoulder, her cheek. Drawing her against him, he closes his eyes, content to hold her. To revel in their shared passion.
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Some time later, he leaves her on Nerine’s shore, to seek out the daughter she had wished to see when she’d first asked him to bring her here. He would return though. And soon. Because she is his, whether she knows it yet or not.
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