05-17-2017, 12:57 AM
kharon
”I love it,” she told him quietly, brushing her mouth in the corner of his and to his cheek before dropping away to look at him.
His heart raced. At her touch, at her words, at that look in her eyes. At this thing they were doing. He knew it was wrong. He could feel it deep in his tummy like a hard knot or an apple gone sour, and a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe. Once, when he was much smaller, Father had told him to trust that feeling if ever he wasn't sure if something was wrong or right. That it would guide him. He didn't want to trust it, not today. Not now, here with her.
So he scooted a little closer and smiled wider when he heard her thoughts. Thank you. He didn't reply but only placed a sweet kiss to her cheek then rubbed his forehead into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Somehow, that wasn't enough. Not when his heart raced so wonderfully in this way that felt exciting. Adrenaline pumped through him and he had to constantly fight the urge to look around and make sure no one was coming, that no one saw them. It helped that he had his wings to wall them off and hide them, settled his anxious nerves just a little. It definitely helped that they blocked them from view as he pulled back a little and stared intently into her eyes, gauging her reaction to the things he did.
”How did you find it?” she asked.
He placed a careful kiss to the corner of her lips, his gray eyes never leaving hers. Then another, softly, to the side of her nose, then again to her cheek. Exploring, he answered in her mind. Like what he was doing now. He'd explored the island a little, now exploring her a little, her body. Just a little. He had only been curious, wanted to see how a kiss felt. Good, it felt good. So soft and sweet. Now he just wanted to test this strange feeling in him, the one that made everything feel so tight and constricted, feel so right and wrong at once. Then he'd stop, of course. Just a brief little experiment with her.
His mouth drifted to her jaw with yet another soft kiss, finally breaking eye contact as he progressed further. Just a little, then he'd stop. Don't be afraid, he whispered silently, drawing parted lips so slowly down the curve of her neck. Because she must be afraid or uncertain, just as he was. Must feel the wrongness of this and worry on it. It was wrong, wasn't it? He should stop, not be so curious. Okay, he would do that. That was enough maybe.
He stepped back and retracted his wings completely, leaving them both open to get drizzled on by the sprinkle of rain. With a dunk of his head underwater, he tried to wash away all the strange things he was feeling, coming up to flick his nose playfully and send a little splash at her. He grinned wide and laughed, eyes glittering with joy and dancing to the side a little as he dipped his head again to send a bigger splash. She looked like silver when she was wet.
His heart raced. At her touch, at her words, at that look in her eyes. At this thing they were doing. He knew it was wrong. He could feel it deep in his tummy like a hard knot or an apple gone sour, and a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe. Once, when he was much smaller, Father had told him to trust that feeling if ever he wasn't sure if something was wrong or right. That it would guide him. He didn't want to trust it, not today. Not now, here with her.
So he scooted a little closer and smiled wider when he heard her thoughts. Thank you. He didn't reply but only placed a sweet kiss to her cheek then rubbed his forehead into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Somehow, that wasn't enough. Not when his heart raced so wonderfully in this way that felt exciting. Adrenaline pumped through him and he had to constantly fight the urge to look around and make sure no one was coming, that no one saw them. It helped that he had his wings to wall them off and hide them, settled his anxious nerves just a little. It definitely helped that they blocked them from view as he pulled back a little and stared intently into her eyes, gauging her reaction to the things he did.
”How did you find it?” she asked.
He placed a careful kiss to the corner of her lips, his gray eyes never leaving hers. Then another, softly, to the side of her nose, then again to her cheek. Exploring, he answered in her mind. Like what he was doing now. He'd explored the island a little, now exploring her a little, her body. Just a little. He had only been curious, wanted to see how a kiss felt. Good, it felt good. So soft and sweet. Now he just wanted to test this strange feeling in him, the one that made everything feel so tight and constricted, feel so right and wrong at once. Then he'd stop, of course. Just a brief little experiment with her.
His mouth drifted to her jaw with yet another soft kiss, finally breaking eye contact as he progressed further. Just a little, then he'd stop. Don't be afraid, he whispered silently, drawing parted lips so slowly down the curve of her neck. Because she must be afraid or uncertain, just as he was. Must feel the wrongness of this and worry on it. It was wrong, wasn't it? He should stop, not be so curious. Okay, he would do that. That was enough maybe.
He stepped back and retracted his wings completely, leaving them both open to get drizzled on by the sprinkle of rain. With a dunk of his head underwater, he tried to wash away all the strange things he was feeling, coming up to flick his nose playfully and send a little splash at her. He grinned wide and laughed, eyes glittering with joy and dancing to the side a little as he dipped his head again to send a bigger splash. She looked like silver when she was wet.