He ignored her question. Ignored, too, her amendment to his command, a grin spreading despite himself. He did note to be more polite the next time, though. It wasn't something he was used to out here; practically breathing hard work and labor. Not exactly the most social way of life. And he did tend to keep to himself, his secluded home a testament to that.
When they stopped, he was mesmerized by her soft eyes as she looked around, studied this place that he slept. That was what a home was, wasn't it? Where he slept when he was finally given the freedom to. The solid darkness within called to him, and he realized how tired he was even after being healed. Or maybe because of it. As though without the aches and pains his body could now demand rest loud enough for him to hear it. She was drained too, the magic had pulled the brightness from her eyes and weighed her feet, her graceful shoulders slumping just the slightest bit.
"It's lovely. But it must get very lonely out here."
He'd forgotten how calming her voice was, how smooth and warm. His head tilted a little as he studied her, reflecting on what she'd said. Lonely. No, he supposed he hadn't known what lonely was until he left her. Now the emptiness was blinding, the cool air too chilling on his bare side. He was all-too aware of the gaping lack against his skin, in his life. Things he knew he'd just have to accept and move on. But those were burdens for tomorrow and the days -weeks, months- after. Tonight, he could pretend there was no tomorrow.
He didn't respond, but his eyes softened as he finally ripped apart that unseen wall he'd put between them and crossed to her purposefully. He held her gaze close, and echoed a fragment of their time together, tentatively placing his forehead to hers. A quiet sigh passed through a faint smile, remembering such wonderful details of that day, his eyes closing and tension further melting. He'd forgotten how much he needed this. Needed her.
I missed this. Their closeness, the sight of her, the feel of her. All of it.
He moved carefully forward, dark mouth passing over her neck experimentally, seeing if she would again accept his tender attention. You're tired, he whispered into her rich, mahogany skin. Stay a while with me? Even he could hear the underlying plea in it. How badly he wanted to cradle her in that darkness of his den. More than anything, he hoped she'd let him, as he backed away slowly. He just needed more, that was all.
Just a little more.
Please, stay, he amended softly.
When they stopped, he was mesmerized by her soft eyes as she looked around, studied this place that he slept. That was what a home was, wasn't it? Where he slept when he was finally given the freedom to. The solid darkness within called to him, and he realized how tired he was even after being healed. Or maybe because of it. As though without the aches and pains his body could now demand rest loud enough for him to hear it. She was drained too, the magic had pulled the brightness from her eyes and weighed her feet, her graceful shoulders slumping just the slightest bit.
"It's lovely. But it must get very lonely out here."
He'd forgotten how calming her voice was, how smooth and warm. His head tilted a little as he studied her, reflecting on what she'd said. Lonely. No, he supposed he hadn't known what lonely was until he left her. Now the emptiness was blinding, the cool air too chilling on his bare side. He was all-too aware of the gaping lack against his skin, in his life. Things he knew he'd just have to accept and move on. But those were burdens for tomorrow and the days -weeks, months- after. Tonight, he could pretend there was no tomorrow.
He didn't respond, but his eyes softened as he finally ripped apart that unseen wall he'd put between them and crossed to her purposefully. He held her gaze close, and echoed a fragment of their time together, tentatively placing his forehead to hers. A quiet sigh passed through a faint smile, remembering such wonderful details of that day, his eyes closing and tension further melting. He'd forgotten how much he needed this. Needed her.
I missed this. Their closeness, the sight of her, the feel of her. All of it.
He moved carefully forward, dark mouth passing over her neck experimentally, seeing if she would again accept his tender attention. You're tired, he whispered into her rich, mahogany skin. Stay a while with me? Even he could hear the underlying plea in it. How badly he wanted to cradle her in that darkness of his den. More than anything, he hoped she'd let him, as he backed away slowly. He just needed more, that was all.
Just a little more.
Please, stay, he amended softly.
