no one really knows what the ocean hides
but you and I, bird, we’re gonna find out
Pteron freezes much like a deer. There is a hesitance halting him, an uncertainty clouding his eyes as they level on her. Even when her lips fleetingly caress the skin of his shoulder, there is a palpable tension that nearly deters her from pressing closer. It creates a conscious wall in her thoughts, a battle between her amusement and Pteron’s comfort. Mother never acts like this when father leans against her, nibbling the outline of her jaw. Their voraciousness and strength pours from every fiber of their beings and they feed each other an indescribable passion that Reia assumes to be natural and common.
Yet Pteron doesn’t reciprocate in such a manner.
A blink of her eyes, a flutter of her heart before it sinks beneath the crashing waves of her confidence.
His rejection is terse as it builds between them. The gravity of it sinks her gut. She hesitates. For a suspended moment, there is only the sound of their breaths and a soft breeze tickling the tree branches. Reia’s eyes fall as she gathers herself and pieces together the discomfort of denial. It’s the first time she has experienced it. As it processes, a low hum vibrates through her. ”But—“ she cuts herself off because she is suddenly unsure whether she wants to know the reasons why except for the single one he offered. Grabbing onto it, unable to release and give up this closeness, Reia’s eyes flicker back up to Pteron’s. A coy smile hooks and lifts the corners of her mouth while her head tilts like a curious bird. ”But he doesn’t need to know. I won’t tell him if you won’t,” the heat of their breaths mingle in an intimate tango. There is no space to edge closer with their noses nearly touching.
So, she smugly lifts a brow, her pretty face illuminated by the crackling fire, and whispers, ”Do it,” with a voice as warm as the desire coursing through her veins.
and I'll be next to you when the lights go out
@[Pteron]