03-04-2017, 04:27 PM
Stillwater
He pressed her slowly backwards, so gradually into exactly where he wanted her. The water licking against her ankles stayed her, and she hesitated with a tilt to her chin. He paused too, watching intently as she breathed deeply, soaking in the feel of his lake against her skin as though it brought her pleasure. His eyes sharpened, trained on every barest flicker in her muscles, in her stance, in her expression. His heart light and still.
She craved the water.
Not as much as he. Never as much as he.
But it was there in her airy breath, in her widened eyes when they opened again.
But something shifted in her, steeled against him as she grazed her eyes over him like a predator. His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, almost changed but held to their dark blue. He was immediately on alert, guarded and watchful. She smiled, draping her wings into the water and flicking a splash at him before settling them at her sides. The water kissed him, drizzled over his black coat without even a hint at flinching at the sudden movement.
Then her eyes were following it, trailing it as smooth droplets glided sweetly down his sculpted limbs. Her attention snagged on the chain at his wrist, his magical tether to this land disguised as delicate, fine jewelry fit for a king. Fit for the king she'd made him when the genie snapped it around him like a shackle with a smile on wickedly beautiful lips and a laugh in her sea-green eyes.
He showed no signs of being bothered, no hint at the heaviness settling in his chest or the bitterness on his tongue. He had forgiven Djinni in his own way, to some extent. He would begrudge this prison against her, but he'd made the best of it. He'd made the best of her, too, though unexpected as it was. He felt his lips curve and match that smirk on Charlemagne's mouth. Would his delicious master dislike her pet to take another? That was curious, but he didn't think he cared enough to find out. This one was so very pretty, though, so very delectable. But if he took her, it would be entirely for himself. Surely, she could be heated and warmed beneath his expert touch, drawn in by the unnatural attraction of his beast and suckled on so sweetly.
His mouth watered and he smiled slowly as she spoke, threw her questions at him. His breathing slowed, and he stepped purposefully to her, without urging her further into the water this time. Keeping her where she was if that was more comfortable. She would go to the water with him, she said, if he gave his name, not realizing she didn't have a choice if he took it from her. She'd go willingly if he answered all these questions that felt so dangerously prying and put him on alert. His eyes fell to her nose, her lips, and he brushed his mouth gently above the curve of her velvety nostrils, his gaze lifting again to meet hers intently.
I am Stillwater, he offered quietly, a touch of amusement in the warmth of a bourbon voice, smooth and flowing and hot. Because he was anything but still water in that moment; fluid and slow but moving ever closer, his body heat seeking hers. To her other questions, digging for information about his attractive little bracelet, he chuckled softly, swept parted lips across her cheekbone, the slope of her jaw, the side of her tender throat. You don't like it? he asked softly, hot breath fanning against her skin, I find it rather fetching, myself.
And he did, of course. He hated what it stood for, his freedom stolen, his loyal servitude, but Djinni always had such good taste. And it did look damn good.
He placed a kiss there, just below her jaw, so lightly. Just the one. Then smiled against the delicate gold of her, tempted to graze his teeth along her but holding back. For now.
Any more questions? he whispered.
She craved the water.
Not as much as he. Never as much as he.
But it was there in her airy breath, in her widened eyes when they opened again.
But something shifted in her, steeled against him as she grazed her eyes over him like a predator. His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, almost changed but held to their dark blue. He was immediately on alert, guarded and watchful. She smiled, draping her wings into the water and flicking a splash at him before settling them at her sides. The water kissed him, drizzled over his black coat without even a hint at flinching at the sudden movement.
Then her eyes were following it, trailing it as smooth droplets glided sweetly down his sculpted limbs. Her attention snagged on the chain at his wrist, his magical tether to this land disguised as delicate, fine jewelry fit for a king. Fit for the king she'd made him when the genie snapped it around him like a shackle with a smile on wickedly beautiful lips and a laugh in her sea-green eyes.
He showed no signs of being bothered, no hint at the heaviness settling in his chest or the bitterness on his tongue. He had forgiven Djinni in his own way, to some extent. He would begrudge this prison against her, but he'd made the best of it. He'd made the best of her, too, though unexpected as it was. He felt his lips curve and match that smirk on Charlemagne's mouth. Would his delicious master dislike her pet to take another? That was curious, but he didn't think he cared enough to find out. This one was so very pretty, though, so very delectable. But if he took her, it would be entirely for himself. Surely, she could be heated and warmed beneath his expert touch, drawn in by the unnatural attraction of his beast and suckled on so sweetly.
His mouth watered and he smiled slowly as she spoke, threw her questions at him. His breathing slowed, and he stepped purposefully to her, without urging her further into the water this time. Keeping her where she was if that was more comfortable. She would go to the water with him, she said, if he gave his name, not realizing she didn't have a choice if he took it from her. She'd go willingly if he answered all these questions that felt so dangerously prying and put him on alert. His eyes fell to her nose, her lips, and he brushed his mouth gently above the curve of her velvety nostrils, his gaze lifting again to meet hers intently.
I am Stillwater, he offered quietly, a touch of amusement in the warmth of a bourbon voice, smooth and flowing and hot. Because he was anything but still water in that moment; fluid and slow but moving ever closer, his body heat seeking hers. To her other questions, digging for information about his attractive little bracelet, he chuckled softly, swept parted lips across her cheekbone, the slope of her jaw, the side of her tender throat. You don't like it? he asked softly, hot breath fanning against her skin, I find it rather fetching, myself.
And he did, of course. He hated what it stood for, his freedom stolen, his loyal servitude, but Djinni always had such good taste. And it did look damn good.
He placed a kiss there, just below her jaw, so lightly. Just the one. Then smiled against the delicate gold of her, tempted to graze his teeth along her but holding back. For now.
Any more questions? he whispered.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it