05-31-2017, 02:16 PM
With her eyes closed and face blank on the ground between them, it was so hard to read her. But it didn't stop him. Not this time. He'd had to tell her. She had to know. And so he poured himself out, softly into the space- such a small space- between them and fills the silence with the things he must tell her. It was easier, almost, to open himself up as she lay silently listening. And he knows she listens, even from behind the curtain of her eyelids. This time he would make himself clear, make sure she knows what he means to say.
His eyes never leave her face, especially not as he finally speaks aloud his simple truths. He wants her- and it is something far too deep to be only physical. His heart stutters as her lids slide open to reveal those chocolate pools once more, and he watches as the truths sink in. His gut churns, chest tight, in silent fear. She could reject him, he knows, even as he continues his admonitions to her. Further opening himself, making himself more vulnerable with every word from his lips.
He doesn't miss the confusion and fear coloring her face as she looks at him at last- and oh, the small space between them closes further as she lifts her head. He does not look away, doesn't let it sway him from finishing what he had needed to say. One day, hopefully soon, he would be the one to wipe away her fears. Her uncertainty and self-doubt. Rekindle the flame within her. He knows it's there- can see it spark every now and again. Like now, as he admits how he wants to touch her, but will not force it on her. That deep brown melts slowly into something softer as she considers. But she doesn't say anything. Hell, she doesn't have to. Such a fool. He should have known she wouldn't ask. She isn't the begging type, and that wasn't what he wanted anyway.
But there is more than one way to form a request, even without words. He watches silently, barely breathing- though he doesn't realize- as she considers, decides. Her lips part under his gaze of them, and his lids droop slightly. She swallows, he does too, combating the tightness in his throat. Yes, sweet dove, come to me. Her eyes close, and just as he might have made a sound of protest, she opens them again.
Eyes like molten chocolate meet his of turquoise waters. In answer to her uncertainty, he softens his face. He doesn't dare move nor breathe as she leans closer, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Every heartbeat felt like an age, but he would not rush her.
Finally, her lips brush across his nose, feather light and downy soft. His breath escapes him on a stuttered sigh as something deep inside him breaks- any wall he'd had hopes of building between them crumbling into the abyss, the warring sea washing it away. His ears fall back and he inhales her salty-sweet scent.
Sensing her uncertainty, his heated gaze flickers to hers once more as she pulls slightly back. "Lace." A mere whisper of a sound, her name rolling off his tongue. He- gently, slowly- closes that small distance once more. His muzzle pressing lightly to hers. Heart racing, he trades breaths with her, soaking in her scent, consuming it. He measures her reaction, gently leading into the next step. Unable to fight it. His lips brush over hers, so softly, and revels in the way they feel. Angel soft. His muscles tense and he aches- oh, how he aches- to deepen it further. But he will not push her, will not force it from her. Dizzy with pleasure and the lightest sense of triumph, he stills himself. And waits. I am yours. Do what you will.
In this moment, he knows. He is forever, undoubtedly, wholly. Changed.
His eyes never leave her face, especially not as he finally speaks aloud his simple truths. He wants her- and it is something far too deep to be only physical. His heart stutters as her lids slide open to reveal those chocolate pools once more, and he watches as the truths sink in. His gut churns, chest tight, in silent fear. She could reject him, he knows, even as he continues his admonitions to her. Further opening himself, making himself more vulnerable with every word from his lips.
He doesn't miss the confusion and fear coloring her face as she looks at him at last- and oh, the small space between them closes further as she lifts her head. He does not look away, doesn't let it sway him from finishing what he had needed to say. One day, hopefully soon, he would be the one to wipe away her fears. Her uncertainty and self-doubt. Rekindle the flame within her. He knows it's there- can see it spark every now and again. Like now, as he admits how he wants to touch her, but will not force it on her. That deep brown melts slowly into something softer as she considers. But she doesn't say anything. Hell, she doesn't have to. Such a fool. He should have known she wouldn't ask. She isn't the begging type, and that wasn't what he wanted anyway.
But there is more than one way to form a request, even without words. He watches silently, barely breathing- though he doesn't realize- as she considers, decides. Her lips part under his gaze of them, and his lids droop slightly. She swallows, he does too, combating the tightness in his throat. Yes, sweet dove, come to me. Her eyes close, and just as he might have made a sound of protest, she opens them again.
Eyes like molten chocolate meet his of turquoise waters. In answer to her uncertainty, he softens his face. He doesn't dare move nor breathe as she leans closer, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Every heartbeat felt like an age, but he would not rush her.
Finally, her lips brush across his nose, feather light and downy soft. His breath escapes him on a stuttered sigh as something deep inside him breaks- any wall he'd had hopes of building between them crumbling into the abyss, the warring sea washing it away. His ears fall back and he inhales her salty-sweet scent.
Sensing her uncertainty, his heated gaze flickers to hers once more as she pulls slightly back. "Lace." A mere whisper of a sound, her name rolling off his tongue. He- gently, slowly- closes that small distance once more. His muzzle pressing lightly to hers. Heart racing, he trades breaths with her, soaking in her scent, consuming it. He measures her reaction, gently leading into the next step. Unable to fight it. His lips brush over hers, so softly, and revels in the way they feel. Angel soft. His muscles tense and he aches- oh, how he aches- to deepen it further. But he will not push her, will not force it from her. Dizzy with pleasure and the lightest sense of triumph, he stills himself. And waits. I am yours. Do what you will.
In this moment, he knows. He is forever, undoubtedly, wholly. Changed.
