08-02-2016, 10:43 PM
All of my doubt vanishes beneath the weight of his touch, the heat and the hunger in his rich voice. Mmm, that voice, I don’t know if it’s his accent or his words, or the depth of want in his tone, but oh it makes my eyelids heavy, my heart pound, my breath come faster. His teeth draw a soft moan out of me, coaxing it from my throat as I melt into him. I don’t have any words left, just the fire that flares back to life in my blood as he speaks, as he touches me. But there’s no need for words anymore.
Not even after, lying curled up next to him, my lips tracing the line of his shoulder, the salt of his skin on my tongue. If this moment could stretch out forever, I think I’d be pretty damn happy with that. Tangled up in my lover’s touch, nestled close, resting in the aftermath of an unexpected inferno. I didn’t see this coming, though looking back I wonder how I could have been so blind. Ah, but I only ever had eyes for Nocturnal while she was alive, and I was still drowning in the depths of my grief the last time I saw Tiernan.
I’m not drowning anymore.
Even now, I can’t get close enough, as much of my body touching his as possible. A soft little smile plays at the corners of my lips as I press a kiss to the hollow where his neck meets his shoulder. And I meet his gaze, humor and affection in mine as I finally speak. “Well then.” My smile widens and I press my lips to his neck. “That was…” Mmm. Surprising. Wonderfully, delightfully surprising.
And I feel...I don’t know, just...just good, happy in a way I haven’t felt in a very long time. A way that isn’t tangled up or complicated or weighed down at the edges by grief or sadness or strife. Warm and sweet and languid and lovely, utterly relaxed, just good. “...much better than pretending, yeah. Good call.” One more kiss, just one maybe. To the corner of his mouth, quiet and slow and soft. Oh, and a touch there, a gentle brush of my nose against his cheek.
Then a happy little sigh, as I curl into him a little more, settling against him and smiling. Damn glad I stayed behind today, that’s for sure. My chest vibrates with silent laughter and I brush my lips against his shoulder as I rest my head there. Fine, so I lied, one more kiss.
Not even after, lying curled up next to him, my lips tracing the line of his shoulder, the salt of his skin on my tongue. If this moment could stretch out forever, I think I’d be pretty damn happy with that. Tangled up in my lover’s touch, nestled close, resting in the aftermath of an unexpected inferno. I didn’t see this coming, though looking back I wonder how I could have been so blind. Ah, but I only ever had eyes for Nocturnal while she was alive, and I was still drowning in the depths of my grief the last time I saw Tiernan.
I’m not drowning anymore.
Even now, I can’t get close enough, as much of my body touching his as possible. A soft little smile plays at the corners of my lips as I press a kiss to the hollow where his neck meets his shoulder. And I meet his gaze, humor and affection in mine as I finally speak. “Well then.” My smile widens and I press my lips to his neck. “That was…” Mmm. Surprising. Wonderfully, delightfully surprising.
And I feel...I don’t know, just...just good, happy in a way I haven’t felt in a very long time. A way that isn’t tangled up or complicated or weighed down at the edges by grief or sadness or strife. Warm and sweet and languid and lovely, utterly relaxed, just good. “...much better than pretending, yeah. Good call.” One more kiss, just one maybe. To the corner of his mouth, quiet and slow and soft. Oh, and a touch there, a gentle brush of my nose against his cheek.
Then a happy little sigh, as I curl into him a little more, settling against him and smiling. Damn glad I stayed behind today, that’s for sure. My chest vibrates with silent laughter and I brush my lips against his shoulder as I rest my head there. Fine, so I lied, one more kiss.