01-08-2017, 01:52 PM
Rhae
She could just die here pressed against him, if he were hers. Her face was hot and her breath short at this wonderful newness. How could he go from something frightening and threatening to... everything she wanted? She knew he could change things around her a little, but this wasn't like that. This was real. He was different.
Her heart flipped and fluttered when he confirmed it wasn't a game. It was real. She didn't have any reason to believe him, really, but she did. Because she wanted to. It was not so impossible for him to love her. He was here with her right now, when he could be somewhere else, doing anything else. When he could be with anyone, he chose her.
He met her touch with his own, his lips burning a blissful path across her fevered skin. Her coat shuddered and he pulled her in closer with a soft moan. She could only gasp in response, a quiet little sound of surprise and shock. Shocked that he'd want her at all. Delighted that he'd want her. Does this feel like a game.. No, it felt wonderful. Terrifying and beautiful, both. Dangerous, too.
Her chin tipped up, giving him better access to trail his lover's administrations back up her neck and to her jaw. It was all so new, and somehow dark. Like something wicked or sinful. Her blush deepended. She shouldn't be encouraging this affection, should she? But then he whispered, "You undo me, Rhae," and she was lost again. Until he pulled away and met her clouded eyes.
"I want to change for you. Be better for you."
She nodded slowly, her mind gradually clearing. Yes, she wanted that too. For him to be nice, and hers. And to belong with him. Not to him. Be mine, Bruise. Stay with me, she wanted to say, but she was afraid to shatter this perfect illusion. And she was not a bold thing, really. Only at those rare occasions when she challenged something he said, she wasn't even sure why. She should do that now, challenge it. Find the lies. But she wanted it all to be the truth.
There was one thing though. Why? Why did he choose her when he could have anyone? What made her worthy of him? But would it break this wonderful spell to ask it? Like a lucid dream she was fearful to wake him. Afraid the monster would devour him again. So she shook it away, all the confusion and conflict still helplessly in her eyes. Say something.
I am yours, she promised softly, her eyes falling to the ground. Embarrassment, fear of rejection; she wasn't sure. Maybe both. No, not rejection... afraid he wouldn't reciprocate. Not truly. Not how she needed him to.
She shifted so that she was flush against him, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Then, hesitantly, she took up what she learned so far and mimicked his actions, her mouth lining the contours of his perfect skin at his shoulder, exploring the shape of his muscle in his neck. She breathed into the base of his mane, shaky and uncertain. She was his. Maybe he could be hers too. Maybe they didn't have to wake up.
Her heart flipped and fluttered when he confirmed it wasn't a game. It was real. She didn't have any reason to believe him, really, but she did. Because she wanted to. It was not so impossible for him to love her. He was here with her right now, when he could be somewhere else, doing anything else. When he could be with anyone, he chose her.
He met her touch with his own, his lips burning a blissful path across her fevered skin. Her coat shuddered and he pulled her in closer with a soft moan. She could only gasp in response, a quiet little sound of surprise and shock. Shocked that he'd want her at all. Delighted that he'd want her. Does this feel like a game.. No, it felt wonderful. Terrifying and beautiful, both. Dangerous, too.
Her chin tipped up, giving him better access to trail his lover's administrations back up her neck and to her jaw. It was all so new, and somehow dark. Like something wicked or sinful. Her blush deepended. She shouldn't be encouraging this affection, should she? But then he whispered, "You undo me, Rhae," and she was lost again. Until he pulled away and met her clouded eyes.
"I want to change for you. Be better for you."
She nodded slowly, her mind gradually clearing. Yes, she wanted that too. For him to be nice, and hers. And to belong with him. Not to him. Be mine, Bruise. Stay with me, she wanted to say, but she was afraid to shatter this perfect illusion. And she was not a bold thing, really. Only at those rare occasions when she challenged something he said, she wasn't even sure why. She should do that now, challenge it. Find the lies. But she wanted it all to be the truth.
There was one thing though. Why? Why did he choose her when he could have anyone? What made her worthy of him? But would it break this wonderful spell to ask it? Like a lucid dream she was fearful to wake him. Afraid the monster would devour him again. So she shook it away, all the confusion and conflict still helplessly in her eyes. Say something.
I am yours, she promised softly, her eyes falling to the ground. Embarrassment, fear of rejection; she wasn't sure. Maybe both. No, not rejection... afraid he wouldn't reciprocate. Not truly. Not how she needed him to.
She shifted so that she was flush against him, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Then, hesitantly, she took up what she learned so far and mimicked his actions, her mouth lining the contours of his perfect skin at his shoulder, exploring the shape of his muscle in his neck. She breathed into the base of his mane, shaky and uncertain. She was his. Maybe he could be hers too. Maybe they didn't have to wake up.