Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
Everything with her is so new and different, unlike anything he has experienced before. He isn’t entirely certain he knows what to make of it, isn’t sure how she might wish him to respond. Her features shift subtly, softening almost, as he watches her, brows furrowed in his confusion. His golden gaze uncertain as she expounds on her previous statement.
She steps closer then, and he stills, his entire body freezing beneath the inviting heat of her skin and the subtle caress of her breath on his cheek, his neck. When her words sink in, his entire body blushes as he realizes he had misinterpreted what she had been trying to say. Though the color cannot show through the flat black of his frame, his skin flushes with heat, a stark contrast to the coolness of the shadow.
“Oh.” The single word escapes, colored with his surprise. His mind races as he tries to piece together a suitable response. The darkness shifts around him, melting together to hide the shores of Nerine once more. Only the muted glow is left, the light so subtle yet impossibly enticing against the dark lines of her feminine form.
She presses closer, her lips almost a brand against his skin, so aware is he of them. You must feel it too, she whispers. Suddenly everything seems to click into place. His unusual reaction to her, the shivers that race across her skin at every touch, the heat that seems to infuse him, spreading from every point of contact. Foreign and brand new, yet as timeless and ageless as the sky and earth itself.
“Yes,” he admits softly, his lips drawn almost involuntarily to the sleek curve of her shoulder, to the elegant slope of her spine. Another wave of heat flushes through him with the admission. Embarrassment at his delayed understanding, and something more. Something hot and wanting and demanding. Something he struggles to put words to, but maybe she would understand anyway.
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