08-01-2016, 06:32 PM
Warmth radiates from every point of contact, gentle and lovely and tingling beneath my skin. His lips linger on my cheek, and I lean into the touch, smiling and brushing mine against his in turn. There’s more to his touch than there was before, or maybe...maybe it’s just that there’s more to mine. He was always just Tiernan before, just a very dear friend, and then the father of my youngest daughter’s best friend. The time we spent together was innocent, and so shrouded in grief toward the end. Now?
I probably shouldn’t be surprised by the way that warmth slowly kindles into heat as his lips touch my neck, but my next breath is a little unsteady, a little shaky as I inhale and press into him, coming out a soft, surprised little “oh” that turns into a breathy sigh as it leaves my lungs. I pull back just enough to look at him, to search his eyes, needing to know if he feels it too.
It’s not that I haven’t touched anyone since Nocturnal, but...but not in this shape, not in this body. I think I half-believed that part of my natural shape was dead, left behind in the afterlife with her forever. But my skin craves contact with his, and his lips leave trails of sparks in their wake, heat building as he stirs part of me I’d thought was far beyond waking. “Tiernan?”
I hesitate just a moment, part afraid I’ll hurt him somehow, part concerned it’s just me, that I’ll overstep and drive away someone who has been my friend for a very long time, distant or no these last years. I don’t have many friends left to lose, and the thought of messing things up with him has me holding back just a little too much. But there’s something in his eyes too, and in the way he touches me today. Something that makes me just a little bit brave.
So I touch my lips to his neck, letting them linger against his skin, dragging up to trace the edge of his jaw. And just in case that isn’t clear enough, I press a longer kiss to the corner of his lips. “Right now I don’t need anything,” I murmur against his skin, not entirely sure it’s true. “But I can think of a few things I want. If you like.”
What the hell am I doing? Tiernan is one of my oldest and best friends, and he probably doesn’t want--I just basically threw myself at him, and...ugh, what am I doing? Just a little bit mortified, I pull back, looking away, my face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I...um, please feel free to pretend that didn’t happen.” Unless...I can’t help but steal a suddenly shy, questioning glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
I probably shouldn’t be surprised by the way that warmth slowly kindles into heat as his lips touch my neck, but my next breath is a little unsteady, a little shaky as I inhale and press into him, coming out a soft, surprised little “oh” that turns into a breathy sigh as it leaves my lungs. I pull back just enough to look at him, to search his eyes, needing to know if he feels it too.
It’s not that I haven’t touched anyone since Nocturnal, but...but not in this shape, not in this body. I think I half-believed that part of my natural shape was dead, left behind in the afterlife with her forever. But my skin craves contact with his, and his lips leave trails of sparks in their wake, heat building as he stirs part of me I’d thought was far beyond waking. “Tiernan?”
I hesitate just a moment, part afraid I’ll hurt him somehow, part concerned it’s just me, that I’ll overstep and drive away someone who has been my friend for a very long time, distant or no these last years. I don’t have many friends left to lose, and the thought of messing things up with him has me holding back just a little too much. But there’s something in his eyes too, and in the way he touches me today. Something that makes me just a little bit brave.
So I touch my lips to his neck, letting them linger against his skin, dragging up to trace the edge of his jaw. And just in case that isn’t clear enough, I press a longer kiss to the corner of his lips. “Right now I don’t need anything,” I murmur against his skin, not entirely sure it’s true. “But I can think of a few things I want. If you like.”
What the hell am I doing? Tiernan is one of my oldest and best friends, and he probably doesn’t want--I just basically threw myself at him, and...ugh, what am I doing? Just a little bit mortified, I pull back, looking away, my face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I...um, please feel free to pretend that didn’t happen.” Unless...I can’t help but steal a suddenly shy, questioning glance at him out of the corner of my eye.