no one really knows what the ocean hides
but you and I, bird, we’re gonna find out
The precarious edge looms near. Their eyes flicker with anticipation, but it’s Reia’s that flash with a heated flame to match the crackling along her crest.
This is to be expected, she thinks. This is the next step from childhood to adulthood, with someone she has known through the winding paths of life. Even when he didn’t seek her during those weeks and months, he rarely faded from her mind. In the wild coaster of her thoughts, Reia perceived the bite against him to be not only a hello, but also a claim. Their bodies touched in that moment, even it was forced by her, and she immediately tethered her wild heart to him. While she does not understand love, Reia at least comprehends possession. It’s much like when she chases scavengers away from her fresh hunt. Pteron is the meal, the grand treasure, and she refuses to release the iron grip she has on him. One day, she imagines, he will succumb and simply accept that this is their life, their future.
In attempt to subdue his comfort and underlying fear, Reia reaches forward and presses her muzzle against the broad plane of his cheek. In muted respect, she swallows the black smoke that threatens to tumble from her nostrils at having felt the warmth of his skin against her own. Her body is rigid when he reciprocates and nibbles the steady pulse at her throat. Her heart quickens briefly, and it reflects in the sudden acceleration throughout her body, but she only smiles at him with coy humor. There is no need to speak, no need to guide him further as he traces down her neck, then her shoulder. Underneath the hot tendrils of his breath, Reia closes her eyes. The fire hissing along her body slowly dies down to a low kindle. As she basks in his attention, she nearly loses grip of the world around them. Behind her eyelids, dreams and images swim and nearly feed into her excitement until Pteron suddenly jerks away and stops himself from continuing.
Reia’s eyes flutter open, but she does not retaliate with anger – not when her body is so accepting of him, of the possibilities. Her hardening gaze finds him quickly as he lowers his leg, putting a halt to their recklessness. Instinctively, she presses herself into him, the curve of her hip nestling into his chest. ”No it’s not,” she quips as her chin lifts defiantly, ”We both know it’s not enough.” Reia didn’t entirely know the extent of the desire until he finally touched her, breaching past his reluctance.
A breath holds, and her eyes glitter mischievously. ”Pteron,” she breathes his name into the cool air, enjoying the taste of it on her tongue as she forces a gentle approach on herself. Arching her neck elegantly – for despite his meager insults that she is a lizard, she knows in her heart that she is fiercely beautiful – she tilts her head to regard him more sweetly. ”I’m yours,” she whispers, smiling at him despite how her thoughts churn like an ocean during a storm. And you’re mine, she doesn’t add.
and I'll be next to you when the lights go out
@[Pteron]