Topic: The Fates of Fortune
A dark laughter and a grip that pushed her back against the wall is what she had elicited from him at first. The vile manifestation of her anger rolled in her stomach with it, making her wince and tighten in his hold.
You pushed him to do this, don’t deny it Cay, you pushed and now he will take…
But the voice died as he leaned in toward her, whispering softly to her even as his hand released her wrist and moved to a caress down her body. She shuddered and tried to hear the words that he spoke to her, but concentrating on them was nearly impossible. The voice in her head was screaming too loudly, the blood rushed through her skull as her heart pounded in her chest, and his eyes stared down into her very soul saying more than his words ever could.
Stop him Cay… won’t you stop him? You could. Don’t pretend that you are some weakling, we all know better than that. If this is not what you want then stop him… the voice with the elven accent taunted her, and for once she recognized it as her own voice.
Or is that why you pushed him? You wanted him to do this, because you were too scared to make the first move yourself. Because under it all you are a coward. Too afraid that in the end you’ll just be hurt again… best to be hurt in the beginning, isn’t that right?
Bits of what Nyx was saying filtered through to her.
“I am not the human that you tell yourself that you want, either, am I?”
Is that what I want? Is that what I really want?
She stared into his eyes as he pulled her closer to him and up off her feet. They apologized for causing her any pain, they spoke of the torment she had put him through while he had watched her in the shadows, they begged her to accept him, to complete him and in doing so to complete herself.
“Your blood and mine be damned… elven… human… all of it! I am nothing, Cay… but I am yours…”
The voices stopped they no longer needed to continue, and even if they had tried they would have been cut off by the feel of his lips pressed harshly against hers. He held her tightly against him. Layers of clothing could not hide the heat that sparked through his body, nor the rushed beat of his heart so close to her own.
The first moments of it she stayed stiff in his arms, feeling the passion and the demands that the kiss made of her. It was too familiar at first, the demands that came with such an act, but as he continued it softened some and while still demanding the demands were not what she was used to. He was not asking her to degrade herself for his pleasure, nor was he trying to make her into something she was not, to fill some gap that she never could. He demanded only that she be honest with herself and with him, that she take his broken soul into her embrace; and slowly she did.
Sparks of warmth from his body began melting into her own, relaxing the muscles to a point that she felt herself begin to slip in his arms for a moment. He retightened his grip on her, holding her even more firmly against him, but the act was almost not needed as her own arms rose to curl around his neck. Breath by breath she returns the kiss with more feeling, taking what he offers and ever so slowly offering something back in return.
To belong… that is all I ever wanted… her mind whispers as she pulls him closer. Fingers press into his shoulders; lips caress his own as she becomes the one to demand. The more she demands the more she realizes it is simply not enough. Her fingers roam over his back and up his collar seeking his skin, running through his hair. If he is hers she suddenly wants him, all of him.
Several minutes of time that no longer registers with either of them transpire in this mutual bliss until finally she pulls her lips back with a gasp. Her eyes stay closed as she sinks back down toward the floor, but keeps her body pressed against his. One hand drifts with her, stopping at his heart where her head has settled.
Trembling she whispers, “Amin delotha lle…”
With a breath, though, her fingers find their way inside his jacket and the thin shirt under it, to the scarred skin below, pressing her palm over his heart as she turns her head and buries it against him. “Nan’ amin caelaya’lle…” she mutters against the dark shadows.
Posted on 2010-02-06 at 22:06:15.
Edited on 2018-11-20 at 13:02:16 by Eol Fefalas