03-13-2017, 02:19 PM
Stillwater
God, she was so eager, so responsive to his touch. Every kiss ignited her and he could practically taste the warmth of that perfect drug rushing through her. His mouth watered. And her kisses, so hungry in her own way, claiming and seeking every part of him. She explored his shoulder, his back, his ribs, and his head tilted back with a low hum to weave through those perfect little breathy whimpers she pressed into his skin. She was intoxicating, even before really tasting her.
And when they stood there so still and quiet, when he was perhaps man and only man, she bled her love into him with another sweet murmur of his name. She knew he liked to hear it spoken so softly; she must have for how often she did it. It settled into him like one of her quiet stars, tucked beneath his coat in a soft glow as though she could chase away the merciless being hidden there. But it wasn't afraid of the dark where it could prey in stealth, wasn't afraid of the light that could illuminate its ferocious appearance and strike fear into her heart. It did fear, but not those things.
Then he altered his skin, pressed the secretions through his pores where they touched and stitched her to him, and jerked them both into deeper water where he sank below the surface. Her eyes went wide and he released her, watched her kick back up for a gasp of air. That was all she was able to steal before he dragged her back down, before his mouth settled and locked with hers in a kiss that lacked the fevered and urgent need as they'd had moments before. This time, deep and meaningful. This time sweet.
She moaned into it, a train of bubbles escaping to caress her face, and only made him sink into it more, coaxed him deeper into that secret kiss beneath his water. He wasn't sure how much time had passed as they fed from each other, content to do it til they couldn't breathe, when she finally pulled away. His eyes were dark with desire as they slowly opened, as he watched her try to focus through the fog of water and study his smooth changes.
You're beautiful, she said, and lured a sad sort of smile to his lips, and an emptiness in his eyes. His chest pulsed with an inward choke of a laugh, silent and bitter. Beautiful. Perhaps he was that, here in this perfectly sculpted body meant to appeal to both sexes in equal and exponential measure, but she would not think such things if she knew. He was a monster, malevolent and vicious, coy and stealthy. His eyes swam briefly into the clouded gray, as if the mention had called it forth, but it swirled and settled again to the dark blue just as she claimed her own kiss.
He welcomed it, was glad to sink back into this warm affection between a man and woman and pretend he was something so irritatingly simple. His lips spread readily for her, aware and knowing she could not hold her breath as he could, giving her the air from his lungs as she stole it with purpose in a deep kiss. When she broke away again, she sank lower to touch her feet to the bottom.
For a moment, she only stood there and took it all in, and he stared from where he was, watched her softly glowing like he may never see it again. Then she reached for him as if she could take his hand and pull him to her, and he allowed it, went willingly with a weightless glide through the depths and back into her embrace. It was only then that she realized she was a beautiful beacon buried in his loch, a star trapped in this night of a different world. But it didn't hold her attention long, and she was soon lighting new kisses to his face.
His eyes were half-closed as he savored it, as her lips wandered over the contours of his face and down his neck and further still. Each touch against the silk of his skin was like a sweet breath to a flame, gradually coaxing it higher and hotter and slowly sending his pulse into a raging current again. She was so good at this, too good at making him forget what he was, that he was not just a man enjoying the pleasures of a woman but a creature with an insatiable hunger. A guttural exhale pushed from his throat, sending bubbles of air from between parted lips like waving banners of surrender.
Her air supply finally failed her, and her soft and urgent kisses left him aching for more as she kicked to the surface. He still needed breath too, could only hold it much longer than her untrained lungs could, and so he surfaced more slowly, dark eyes locked on her in a marginally safer sort of hunger. She gasped for air as he shifted closer, as he lined his shoulder and hip with hers and clutched her tight again with his impossible glue. He didn't have to, she would go on her own, he knew, but he wanted to hold her, and he walked them to the shore as he kept her distracted with more kisses of lips and tongue at her beautiful face and neck, over her eyes and brow and along her cheek.
He lay her down, half in and half out of the water as he settled gently on top of her, pinned her with his weight as he nuzzled into the graceful arch of her throat. Luster.. A sad sort of murmur filled with regret and, perhaps, apologies. The deep desire for her was still there thick in his voice, in his heavy heartbeat, still evident in the gleam in his eyes when he pulled back to look at her. He knew he needed to stop this, couldn't follow through where this was going, and on her first night back, no less. She didn't deserve to feel used as he knew she would have come morning, didn't deserve to feel as though he had waited for her return only to bed her as quick as he could.
Couldn't risk other things, too.
I need to stop, or I will do things we might regret later. Like stealing her perfect purity in hungry delight as he steals her life along with it. Both at once. The very best way. A desperately needing rumble echoed in his throat at the thought of it and he closed his eyes to it, shielded her once again from the ready gray that so badly wanted to enthrall her into letting him sink into her -in different ways, both at once. God, stop thinking about it. He frowned and gave himself a tight shake of his head before opening his eyes to her, once again dark and ...mostly safe. But it didn't stop his heart from racing.
Let's go home, he murmured with a kiss.
Their home.
And when they stood there so still and quiet, when he was perhaps man and only man, she bled her love into him with another sweet murmur of his name. She knew he liked to hear it spoken so softly; she must have for how often she did it. It settled into him like one of her quiet stars, tucked beneath his coat in a soft glow as though she could chase away the merciless being hidden there. But it wasn't afraid of the dark where it could prey in stealth, wasn't afraid of the light that could illuminate its ferocious appearance and strike fear into her heart. It did fear, but not those things.
Then he altered his skin, pressed the secretions through his pores where they touched and stitched her to him, and jerked them both into deeper water where he sank below the surface. Her eyes went wide and he released her, watched her kick back up for a gasp of air. That was all she was able to steal before he dragged her back down, before his mouth settled and locked with hers in a kiss that lacked the fevered and urgent need as they'd had moments before. This time, deep and meaningful. This time sweet.
She moaned into it, a train of bubbles escaping to caress her face, and only made him sink into it more, coaxed him deeper into that secret kiss beneath his water. He wasn't sure how much time had passed as they fed from each other, content to do it til they couldn't breathe, when she finally pulled away. His eyes were dark with desire as they slowly opened, as he watched her try to focus through the fog of water and study his smooth changes.
You're beautiful, she said, and lured a sad sort of smile to his lips, and an emptiness in his eyes. His chest pulsed with an inward choke of a laugh, silent and bitter. Beautiful. Perhaps he was that, here in this perfectly sculpted body meant to appeal to both sexes in equal and exponential measure, but she would not think such things if she knew. He was a monster, malevolent and vicious, coy and stealthy. His eyes swam briefly into the clouded gray, as if the mention had called it forth, but it swirled and settled again to the dark blue just as she claimed her own kiss.
He welcomed it, was glad to sink back into this warm affection between a man and woman and pretend he was something so irritatingly simple. His lips spread readily for her, aware and knowing she could not hold her breath as he could, giving her the air from his lungs as she stole it with purpose in a deep kiss. When she broke away again, she sank lower to touch her feet to the bottom.
For a moment, she only stood there and took it all in, and he stared from where he was, watched her softly glowing like he may never see it again. Then she reached for him as if she could take his hand and pull him to her, and he allowed it, went willingly with a weightless glide through the depths and back into her embrace. It was only then that she realized she was a beautiful beacon buried in his loch, a star trapped in this night of a different world. But it didn't hold her attention long, and she was soon lighting new kisses to his face.
His eyes were half-closed as he savored it, as her lips wandered over the contours of his face and down his neck and further still. Each touch against the silk of his skin was like a sweet breath to a flame, gradually coaxing it higher and hotter and slowly sending his pulse into a raging current again. She was so good at this, too good at making him forget what he was, that he was not just a man enjoying the pleasures of a woman but a creature with an insatiable hunger. A guttural exhale pushed from his throat, sending bubbles of air from between parted lips like waving banners of surrender.
Her air supply finally failed her, and her soft and urgent kisses left him aching for more as she kicked to the surface. He still needed breath too, could only hold it much longer than her untrained lungs could, and so he surfaced more slowly, dark eyes locked on her in a marginally safer sort of hunger. She gasped for air as he shifted closer, as he lined his shoulder and hip with hers and clutched her tight again with his impossible glue. He didn't have to, she would go on her own, he knew, but he wanted to hold her, and he walked them to the shore as he kept her distracted with more kisses of lips and tongue at her beautiful face and neck, over her eyes and brow and along her cheek.
He lay her down, half in and half out of the water as he settled gently on top of her, pinned her with his weight as he nuzzled into the graceful arch of her throat. Luster.. A sad sort of murmur filled with regret and, perhaps, apologies. The deep desire for her was still there thick in his voice, in his heavy heartbeat, still evident in the gleam in his eyes when he pulled back to look at her. He knew he needed to stop this, couldn't follow through where this was going, and on her first night back, no less. She didn't deserve to feel used as he knew she would have come morning, didn't deserve to feel as though he had waited for her return only to bed her as quick as he could.
Couldn't risk other things, too.
I need to stop, or I will do things we might regret later. Like stealing her perfect purity in hungry delight as he steals her life along with it. Both at once. The very best way. A desperately needing rumble echoed in his throat at the thought of it and he closed his eyes to it, shielded her once again from the ready gray that so badly wanted to enthrall her into letting him sink into her -in different ways, both at once. God, stop thinking about it. He frowned and gave himself a tight shake of his head before opening his eyes to her, once again dark and ...mostly safe. But it didn't stop his heart from racing.
Let's go home, he murmured with a kiss.
Their home.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it