Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
The weight of his admission - of his own guilt - is nearly crushing, clinging so heavily that if he’d had need of breath he might not have been able to catch it. So much so that he is entirely unprepared for how swiftly she might forgive. How easily she might be willing to set aside their checkered past, to try all of this over again.
He blinks when she crushes herself against his chest, her skin so warm and vibrantly alive against his. Everything he’d dreamed of nearly every night since they had first met. Her voice had wrapped so softly, gently, around his name that he is not entirely sure he had heard it right. Even though he suddenly never wants to hear it spoken any other way.
He is still beneath her touch at first, almost disbelieving, but he has never had any hope against her. He is only a man, after all. The way her lips brush across his cheek, the soft whisper of her breathy voice on his skin, is irresistable. And her words are everything he’d imagined and never believed she would say.
Even if her admission about their night together had not been enough all on it’s own, the way she gives herself so freely, entirely without prompting, would have convinced him wholly. It’s foolish perhaps, to give oneself over to something so swiftly, so without thought, especially in the wake of everything they had just learned of each other. But then, Ether had never claimed not to be fool.
For her, he would be. Over and over again if he must.
Just like that, she wakes the primitive beast within his soul, the one he had always kept so well tamed. Until today. This time though, it is not righteous fury the stirs it, but an animalistic possessiveness. His eyes glow fiercely in the darkness of his features, his body pressing impossibly close to hers, lips brushing her skin as he scrapes his teeth from neck to shoulder. His teeth pinch, surprisingly gentle despite the abrupt ferocity of his demeanor. Everything in him demands he mark her as his, but even in this his tender regard wins out.
“Say it again,” he breathes, his voice almost harsh against her skin. He doesn’t know why, but he needs to hear her say it again. To say it a thousand times, until the whole world knows.
ether