kharon
Madness.
It must have been madness taking him, and he couldn’t seem to care. Instead, he lay there on his side, basking in the sun with wings pulled straight and out to keep them from being crushed under his weight. His mind was consumed. Consumed with her. Watching her from here, this distance. She was glorious. Young, slender, and slowly getting the best curves. So beautiful. Every inch of her had something to trace, something to remember. Something to taste. He remembered how it felt to kiss her, even if only briefly. He could remember the feel of her soft skin under his lips as he brushed his mouth slowly down her neck, that smooth curve of muscle that just begged to be bitten.
He groaned, thankful she was too far to hear it. Fuck.
What was wrong with him.
He rolled to sit up, folding his wings loosely at his sides and letting them blanket him. The salty sea breeze toyed with his still-short hair, some tufts standing on end and curling over. A familiar scent was carried with it and an icy shiver instantly rushed down his spine. His shoulders tensed, but he tried not to show it, tried not to visibly acknowledge him at all as he swallowed a lump of apprehension.
Oh, fuck. Extra fuck.
How long had he been staring at her?
He drew up an easy smile and turned to him. And the smile vanished. Ah, man. Dad turned and walked off a ways, but he knew that wasn't the end of it. He was supposed to follow. Rising to his feet, he spared another glance at her, still there walking the shoreline with the sun glittering off her damp skin and hair. Little droplets beaded and clung desperately to her, refusing to let go. He could understand. Maybe he'd refuse too.
Oops.
Damn.
Ugh, this wasn't good.
He sighed quietly, and reluctantly followed Dad's trail into the trees with a growing knot in his belly. He tried smiling again and only managed a grimace.
”Hey, Dad.”
It must have been madness taking him, and he couldn’t seem to care. Instead, he lay there on his side, basking in the sun with wings pulled straight and out to keep them from being crushed under his weight. His mind was consumed. Consumed with her. Watching her from here, this distance. She was glorious. Young, slender, and slowly getting the best curves. So beautiful. Every inch of her had something to trace, something to remember. Something to taste. He remembered how it felt to kiss her, even if only briefly. He could remember the feel of her soft skin under his lips as he brushed his mouth slowly down her neck, that smooth curve of muscle that just begged to be bitten.
He groaned, thankful she was too far to hear it. Fuck.
What was wrong with him.
He rolled to sit up, folding his wings loosely at his sides and letting them blanket him. The salty sea breeze toyed with his still-short hair, some tufts standing on end and curling over. A familiar scent was carried with it and an icy shiver instantly rushed down his spine. His shoulders tensed, but he tried not to show it, tried not to visibly acknowledge him at all as he swallowed a lump of apprehension.
Oh, fuck. Extra fuck.
How long had he been staring at her?
He drew up an easy smile and turned to him. And the smile vanished. Ah, man. Dad turned and walked off a ways, but he knew that wasn't the end of it. He was supposed to follow. Rising to his feet, he spared another glance at her, still there walking the shoreline with the sun glittering off her damp skin and hair. Little droplets beaded and clung desperately to her, refusing to let go. He could understand. Maybe he'd refuse too.
Oops.
Damn.
Ugh, this wasn't good.
He sighed quietly, and reluctantly followed Dad's trail into the trees with a growing knot in his belly. He tried smiling again and only managed a grimace.
”Hey, Dad.”