He had been really, really, lonely, until a familiar face from the past had come along. It would be a lie to deny that there hadn’t been something between them before. Not that he ever cheated on his ex-wife, Brynmor was as loyal as could be. Until this point he had been loyal, though she was not his anymore. Nobody had been able to lighten up his world like Xiah right here and now. In his apartment.
With a kick the door sways closed behind them, but Brynmor has no eye for it. Instead his attention is fully focussed on the girl in his arms. Unconsciously he tightens his hold on her for a short moment, as if he is somewhere deep down afraid she would slip away again. His lips are pressed against hers, tongue in her mouth and as their lips move in sync, his tongue roams through her entire mouth.
Very unlike the gentlemen he is, he does not allow her any time to catch her breath. His lips pull back from Xiah’s, but move to ghost across her jawline instead. Her earlobe is caught between his lips, and he gently bites down on it, before sucking to erase the possible sting.
It is then and there that she gently pushes him back, and her empty eyes – and they hurt Bryn as much as her empty smile – find his. He can only blink at her, then pull back further, his hands on her hips to keep her close, yet not too close. ”Brynmor. My name is Brynmor.” Don’t you remember?
Truly, he is somewhat intoxicated too. He had been drinking away his sorrow at the bar, but he hadn’t gotten further than two, or perhaps three, glasses of whiskey. Not enough to get him drunk. And clearly not enough for him to forget her name, or her completely. After all, he’d known Xiah ever since he had first started as Ice Inc.
With a kick the door sways closed behind them, but Brynmor has no eye for it. Instead his attention is fully focussed on the girl in his arms. Unconsciously he tightens his hold on her for a short moment, as if he is somewhere deep down afraid she would slip away again. His lips are pressed against hers, tongue in her mouth and as their lips move in sync, his tongue roams through her entire mouth.
Very unlike the gentlemen he is, he does not allow her any time to catch her breath. His lips pull back from Xiah’s, but move to ghost across her jawline instead. Her earlobe is caught between his lips, and he gently bites down on it, before sucking to erase the possible sting.
It is then and there that she gently pushes him back, and her empty eyes – and they hurt Bryn as much as her empty smile – find his. He can only blink at her, then pull back further, his hands on her hips to keep her close, yet not too close. ”Brynmor. My name is Brynmor.” Don’t you remember?
Truly, he is somewhat intoxicated too. He had been drinking away his sorrow at the bar, but he hadn’t gotten further than two, or perhaps three, glasses of whiskey. Not enough to get him drunk. And clearly not enough for him to forget her name, or her completely. After all, he’d known Xiah ever since he had first started as Ice Inc.