June
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"Sorry," he murmured so softly that his voice was part of the darkness. "I didn't mean to wake you."
She tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and her - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. She could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when they were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something she didn't consciously notic until it was removed.
There was no friction in the space between them. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.
And she didn't care that she was supposed to be angry with him. She didn't care that she was supposed to be angry with everyone. She reached out for him, found his hands in the darkness, and pull herself closer to him. His arms encircled her, cardling her to his chest. Her lips searched, hunting along his troat, to his chin, till she finally found his lips.
He kissed her softly for a moment, and then he chuckled.
His hand curved around her elbow, moving slowly down her arm, across her ribs and over her waist, tracing along her hip and down her leg, around her knee. He paused there, his hand curling around her calf. He pulled her leg up suddently, hitching it around his hip.
She stopped breathing. This wasn't the kind of thing he usually allowed. Despite his cold hands, She felt suddenly warm. His lips moved in the hollow at the base of her throat.
He pulled her face back to his, and her lips shaped themselvs around his. Slowly this time, he rolled till he hovered over her. He held himself carefully so that she felt none of his weight, but she could feel the cool marble of his body press against her. Her heart was hammering so loudly that it was hard to hear his quiet laughter.
"This would be difficult on a couch." he said.
Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of her lips. Her head was spinning - the air was coming too fast and shallow.
"Did you change your mind?" She asked breathlessly. Maybe he'd rethought all his careful ruels. Maybe there was more significance to this couch than I'd originally guessed.
Her heart pounded almost painfully as she waited for his answer...
I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me.
Look after my heart - I've left it with you.
She tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and her - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. She could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when they were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something she didn't consciously notic until it was removed.
There was no friction in the space between them. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.
And she didn't care that she was supposed to be angry with him. She didn't care that she was supposed to be angry with everyone. She reached out for him, found his hands in the darkness, and pull herself closer to him. His arms encircled her, cardling her to his chest. Her lips searched, hunting along his troat, to his chin, till she finally found his lips.
He kissed her softly for a moment, and then he chuckled.
His hand curved around her elbow, moving slowly down her arm, across her ribs and over her waist, tracing along her hip and down her leg, around her knee. He paused there, his hand curling around her calf. He pulled her leg up suddently, hitching it around his hip.
She stopped breathing. This wasn't the kind of thing he usually allowed. Despite his cold hands, She felt suddenly warm. His lips moved in the hollow at the base of her throat.
He pulled her face back to his, and her lips shaped themselvs around his. Slowly this time, he rolled till he hovered over her. He held himself carefully so that she felt none of his weight, but she could feel the cool marble of his body press against her. Her heart was hammering so loudly that it was hard to hear his quiet laughter.
"This would be difficult on a couch." he said.
Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of her lips. Her head was spinning - the air was coming too fast and shallow.
"Did you change your mind?" She asked breathlessly. Maybe he'd rethought all his careful ruels. Maybe there was more significance to this couch than I'd originally guessed.
Her heart pounded almost painfully as she waited for his answer...
I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me.
Look after my heart - I've left it with you.
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