01-21-2017, 09:48 PM
He watched her come with a sad resolve in her beautiful russet eyes that struck him with a complament of pain inside him. He didn't want things this way, but he was in a completely different world with her. Where he would simply take what he wanted before, now he deferred to her wants instead, put them above his own. He couldn't remember ever doing that. He was wading into uncharted waters, lost save for his north star he couldn't turn away from. He needed her, and his darkness would one day turn her away forever.
Her wings blanketed them again and it was beginning to feel like home beneath them. How would he ever sleep without her after this? Their bodies pressed together as though they always should. These would be such beautiful and painful memories when she was gone again. Covered in more blood and lesions from another hard day, they would put a smile to his face and an ache in his heart. They would pull his mind from the outward pain, give him a wonderful dream to sink into. He needed her. And he couldn't have her.
Her soft lips met his skin again and he melted into it, settling closer to her, pressing further into her. He would never get enough of her.
"I want you," she said so quietly. His pulse spiked for her. His heart leapt for her. She settled into him more, the weariness of her drain of magic finally overcoming her. Because she had healed him. Had he known it would fatigue her so completely, he would have kept the pain. Perhaps. Although it kept her here with him for a while longer. But she wouldn't have let him. She would exhaust her self to collapse before she let him hurt that way, gaping wounds festering in the salted breeze. She would have done it for anyone.
She drifted so peacefully as sleep slowly came for her. Another flare of heat burned in him as her whisper sank in. I am yours. His possessive nature answered easily, Mine, and kissed just behind her jaw where the flesh was so soft. Then he carefully bit down, because she was his. His tongue pressed against her, savoring her, and he moaned softly. If only he was still thick and handsome has he had once been. Maybe then she would want him too. In every way.
He shouldn't have told her where to find him. She shouldn't have come. She would have to leave in the morning, and never look for him again. Tonight was all he had, so he held her. He watched her sleep. He memorized every perfect line, every sensation of her skin on his. He nuzzled her gently, he kissed her lightly. He would keep the taste of her forever. He finally stilled, and let her sleep, watched over her in unanswered longing. Eventually, he lay his head next to hers and closed his eyes, but still he couldn't sleep. Wouldn't sleep. Focused on her breath, the feel of her steady heartbeat.
He remained that way until she woke again.
Her wings blanketed them again and it was beginning to feel like home beneath them. How would he ever sleep without her after this? Their bodies pressed together as though they always should. These would be such beautiful and painful memories when she was gone again. Covered in more blood and lesions from another hard day, they would put a smile to his face and an ache in his heart. They would pull his mind from the outward pain, give him a wonderful dream to sink into. He needed her. And he couldn't have her.
Her soft lips met his skin again and he melted into it, settling closer to her, pressing further into her. He would never get enough of her.
"I want you," she said so quietly. His pulse spiked for her. His heart leapt for her. She settled into him more, the weariness of her drain of magic finally overcoming her. Because she had healed him. Had he known it would fatigue her so completely, he would have kept the pain. Perhaps. Although it kept her here with him for a while longer. But she wouldn't have let him. She would exhaust her self to collapse before she let him hurt that way, gaping wounds festering in the salted breeze. She would have done it for anyone.
She drifted so peacefully as sleep slowly came for her. Another flare of heat burned in him as her whisper sank in. I am yours. His possessive nature answered easily, Mine, and kissed just behind her jaw where the flesh was so soft. Then he carefully bit down, because she was his. His tongue pressed against her, savoring her, and he moaned softly. If only he was still thick and handsome has he had once been. Maybe then she would want him too. In every way.
He shouldn't have told her where to find him. She shouldn't have come. She would have to leave in the morning, and never look for him again. Tonight was all he had, so he held her. He watched her sleep. He memorized every perfect line, every sensation of her skin on his. He nuzzled her gently, he kissed her lightly. He would keep the taste of her forever. He finally stilled, and let her sleep, watched over her in unanswered longing. Eventually, he lay his head next to hers and closed his eyes, but still he couldn't sleep. Wouldn't sleep. Focused on her breath, the feel of her steady heartbeat.
He remained that way until she woke again.
