01-10-2017, 04:07 PM
Stillwater
Her breath fanned across his nose in quick little puffs of sweetness, quickening just the slightest in this moment of charged silence. The air around them nearly sparked in electricity, little bolts of lightning dancing down his spine. He mused over the possibilities had he been drenched in the seductive lick of water. Could she have lasted this long? His eyes burned with a fevered hunger that he wouldn't answer. Not yet. An impish grin swept up her tasteful lips when she answered him.
"Whatever you wish me to be..."
Mmm.. he hummed in pleasure, his eyes closing. That did sound nice, didn't it? Whatever he wanted her to be. There were a number of things he could think of, but many required something he suspected she didn't have to give. Loyalty.
She seemed a wanderer to him, an opportunist. Those never stayed long, flitting from one thing to another. One home to another. One man to another. Not that he expected to bed her, and certainly neither of them would see it as anything more than a moment of powerful satisfaction. Up and on to her next conquest by morning, more likely. That much was fine, he supposed, but if she'd be something more than a warm body, it would take at least a little loyalty. Not to him, perhaps, but to his needs.
I want you to stay, Karaugh, he said softly, the honesty evident in his tone. He did wish for her to stay. Maybe not for what she had in mind, if she had preconceived notions, but yes, to stay with him. Trust him, answer to him. He was king, after all. In his way.
I'm not certain you can handle what I need. Yes, of course he doubted her, this seductive stranger. Trust was difficult for him to give, and he'd need to. It nearly made him leave, that vulnerability. He didn't trust her not to screw things up, not to wrong him in some way. Not to cause him..harm difficulties.
He finally pulled back from her body heat, staring deep into her eyes. Could she be trusted enough? Could she even handle the task, or want to? Nobody had ever been that close to him, perhaps no one ever would. Unless she took up his offer. A loner, always. Now? Maybe a partnership of a kind. Maybe.
Maybe.
I am responsible for this forest and its peoples, he divulged flatly, for once appearing more as the monarch than the aloof stranger she'd seen. Taller somehow, more regal. She thought him a pet of some kind, when in reality he had been put in charge. He was the master of this dark manor. Lend me your aid. Become a dignitary. Be my voice in the other lands. Bring others home from the field and the meadow. Lots of them.
Can I trust you? Can you handle such a grave responsibility? Or would she rather do something else with him? Something easier, less meaningful. Something that only lasts a night. A night she'd never forget, for certain, but still only a night and no more.
"Whatever you wish me to be..."
Mmm.. he hummed in pleasure, his eyes closing. That did sound nice, didn't it? Whatever he wanted her to be. There were a number of things he could think of, but many required something he suspected she didn't have to give. Loyalty.
She seemed a wanderer to him, an opportunist. Those never stayed long, flitting from one thing to another. One home to another. One man to another. Not that he expected to bed her, and certainly neither of them would see it as anything more than a moment of powerful satisfaction. Up and on to her next conquest by morning, more likely. That much was fine, he supposed, but if she'd be something more than a warm body, it would take at least a little loyalty. Not to him, perhaps, but to his needs.
I want you to stay, Karaugh, he said softly, the honesty evident in his tone. He did wish for her to stay. Maybe not for what she had in mind, if she had preconceived notions, but yes, to stay with him. Trust him, answer to him. He was king, after all. In his way.
I'm not certain you can handle what I need. Yes, of course he doubted her, this seductive stranger. Trust was difficult for him to give, and he'd need to. It nearly made him leave, that vulnerability. He didn't trust her not to screw things up, not to wrong him in some way. Not to cause him..
He finally pulled back from her body heat, staring deep into her eyes. Could she be trusted enough? Could she even handle the task, or want to? Nobody had ever been that close to him, perhaps no one ever would. Unless she took up his offer. A loner, always. Now? Maybe a partnership of a kind. Maybe.
Maybe.
I am responsible for this forest and its peoples, he divulged flatly, for once appearing more as the monarch than the aloof stranger she'd seen. Taller somehow, more regal. She thought him a pet of some kind, when in reality he had been put in charge. He was the master of this dark manor. Lend me your aid. Become a dignitary. Be my voice in the other lands. Bring others home from the field and the meadow. Lots of them.
Can I trust you? Can you handle such a grave responsibility? Or would she rather do something else with him? Something easier, less meaningful. Something that only lasts a night. A night she'd never forget, for certain, but still only a night and no more.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it