04-02-2017, 09:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-05-2017, 09:14 AM by Disastardly.)
She’d only meant to be gone for a day or two. Just to take some time to think, to walk and move and get her head on straight before going back to Zor, curling up in his warm embrace, and giving him what he needed. What he wanted, what she could feel him craving with every touch. A day or two apart, to figure out what was going on with her and why she was...so fucking different.
Who she was becoming.
But days turned into weeks, and she was no closer to understanding. Weeks turned into a month, and all she wanted was to curl up in her brother’s arms and let his warmth wrap around her, let him hold her and croon soft words of comfort and encouragement in her ear. But any time she imagined those touches turned heated, she froze, inexplicably afraid when she knew he would never hurt her.
Or.
At least not in ways she didn’t love.
So what the hell was wrong with her? Was she broken? Were her hormones fucking with her libido? Maybe when you were pregnant, you just didn’t want it the same way. Maybe bodies just...just sort of shut off? She wanted her Zor, her teddy bear brother all soft and sweet, fangs tucked away and claws sheathed. Did bears have claws that could sheath? Didn’t matter. She wanted home, and safety, and comfort, and...and while she wanted to be able to give him more than that, her body was just...quiet.
Like it was sleeping. Or, well, fine, like it was a little occupied growing a child and didn’t feel super interested in getting laid.
Or so she fucking thought. Until Dovev showed up and shot that theory all to hell and ruined her fragile peace of mind in an instant. Because all it took was a glimpse of him stalking toward her to wake a nervous fluttering in her belly. And he just kept coming, crashing into her, his lips finding hers and stealing an endless, desperate, ravenous kiss, crushing her against him and dragging a groan out of the depths of her throat as that nervous flutter caught fire and heat spread through her.
Fuck.
How did he do this to her?
And then the kiss gentled, tempered, and she swayed against him, caught up in him all over again with just one kiss. He stole the breath right out of her lungs, and she gasped as he eased away, already wanting him back. He murmured something delightfully sexy, or maybe it was just the sound of his voice that sent sparks flaring to life and dancing through her veins, begging her to taste, to touch.
She grunted a quiet little laugh. “Yeah, well, you too, babe.” And she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth where blue sparkled with stars, so tempting and delicious. She trailed kisses along the hard line of his jaw, lingering as always at that irresistible little spot just beyond, where his pulse thrummed and his scent was just a little more intoxicating, begging her to breathe him in.
“God, how do you do that? One look and I’m yours all over again.”
Who she was becoming.
But days turned into weeks, and she was no closer to understanding. Weeks turned into a month, and all she wanted was to curl up in her brother’s arms and let his warmth wrap around her, let him hold her and croon soft words of comfort and encouragement in her ear. But any time she imagined those touches turned heated, she froze, inexplicably afraid when she knew he would never hurt her.
Or.
At least not in ways she didn’t love.
So what the hell was wrong with her? Was she broken? Were her hormones fucking with her libido? Maybe when you were pregnant, you just didn’t want it the same way. Maybe bodies just...just sort of shut off? She wanted her Zor, her teddy bear brother all soft and sweet, fangs tucked away and claws sheathed. Did bears have claws that could sheath? Didn’t matter. She wanted home, and safety, and comfort, and...and while she wanted to be able to give him more than that, her body was just...quiet.
Like it was sleeping. Or, well, fine, like it was a little occupied growing a child and didn’t feel super interested in getting laid.
Or so she fucking thought. Until Dovev showed up and shot that theory all to hell and ruined her fragile peace of mind in an instant. Because all it took was a glimpse of him stalking toward her to wake a nervous fluttering in her belly. And he just kept coming, crashing into her, his lips finding hers and stealing an endless, desperate, ravenous kiss, crushing her against him and dragging a groan out of the depths of her throat as that nervous flutter caught fire and heat spread through her.
Fuck.
How did he do this to her?
And then the kiss gentled, tempered, and she swayed against him, caught up in him all over again with just one kiss. He stole the breath right out of her lungs, and she gasped as he eased away, already wanting him back. He murmured something delightfully sexy, or maybe it was just the sound of his voice that sent sparks flaring to life and dancing through her veins, begging her to taste, to touch.
She grunted a quiet little laugh. “Yeah, well, you too, babe.” And she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth where blue sparkled with stars, so tempting and delicious. She trailed kisses along the hard line of his jaw, lingering as always at that irresistible little spot just beyond, where his pulse thrummed and his scent was just a little more intoxicating, begging her to breathe him in.
“God, how do you do that? One look and I’m yours all over again.”