03-12-2017, 12:23 PM
Ruan
She gasped when he knocked her down, her emerald eyes meeting his. In surprise, maybe? He stared back blankly, waiting to see if she'd want this bit of warmth he offered with a faint touch of his nose to her cheek. But it wasn't warmth she wanted, it was heat, so much heat. From a freezing cold to suddenly searing hot, he was burned. She reached and dragged him down on top of her, bathed him in her body and scent, and he snarled, jerking away.
She followed with urgent kisses, trailing little bites down his body. Each one had the burn of a wasp, stinging into his sensitive skin as his fur raised on end. She was loving and wanting love, but it was too quick, too soon, and he wasn't ready. He didn't want this, even with her intoxicating scent surrounding him, suffocating the air in her desire for him. Even though he still loved her so deeply, ached for what they once had. This was different. It wasn't right, wasn't the same. It was hurried and empty, just physical. Neither of them wanted that.
Her teeth clipped at his ear, her mouth drawing down and along his jawline. The touch stole his breath in a sharp inhale, kicked his heart a little faster and shrank his pupils, but still he side-stepped out of her grasp, his shoulder twitching. Put all your pain on me. I can take it all. I need this as badly as you do.
No. He shook his head, brows folded in a tight frown as he kept a short breadth of space between them, walled up his heart. Distant. Safe. We don't need this. This isn't love. He remained where he was, watching her, his pulse swift and unsteady though he stood so still. Like a wild animal, he was wary, piercing eyes trained on her and ready to dodge another too-fast approach. He realized dimly what it meant; the trust was gone. She cut him deeply, and though she was trying to heal it in her way, she was burning him with alcohol when he needed a warm, soothing rag.
He needed gentle. He needed understanding.
He needed time to feel safe again.
She followed with urgent kisses, trailing little bites down his body. Each one had the burn of a wasp, stinging into his sensitive skin as his fur raised on end. She was loving and wanting love, but it was too quick, too soon, and he wasn't ready. He didn't want this, even with her intoxicating scent surrounding him, suffocating the air in her desire for him. Even though he still loved her so deeply, ached for what they once had. This was different. It wasn't right, wasn't the same. It was hurried and empty, just physical. Neither of them wanted that.
Her teeth clipped at his ear, her mouth drawing down and along his jawline. The touch stole his breath in a sharp inhale, kicked his heart a little faster and shrank his pupils, but still he side-stepped out of her grasp, his shoulder twitching. Put all your pain on me. I can take it all. I need this as badly as you do.
No. He shook his head, brows folded in a tight frown as he kept a short breadth of space between them, walled up his heart. Distant. Safe. We don't need this. This isn't love. He remained where he was, watching her, his pulse swift and unsteady though he stood so still. Like a wild animal, he was wary, piercing eyes trained on her and ready to dodge another too-fast approach. He realized dimly what it meant; the trust was gone. She cut him deeply, and though she was trying to heal it in her way, she was burning him with alcohol when he needed a warm, soothing rag.
He needed gentle. He needed understanding.
He needed time to feel safe again.
