My body’s stiff, as hard as a board. She’s so near, it almost hurts not to be able to reach out and touch her. But I can’t, I don’t have that permission. She’s not mine, she is the master of my master and I know that’s part of the reason I desire her, he immense respect that title gives her in my eyes.
She turns to me slowly and I fear I’ve stayed too long, stood to close, but for once she didn’t look angry, just a little resigned. She always seems to full of energy and power, it’s odd to see her like that.
“Integra-sama…” I whisper, the words barely a breath against my lips, but she doesn’t seem to hear, or at least doesn’t acknowledge. She lifts her hand and lays it on my cheek, watching it brush the skin. I can’t help but lean into it a little. She’s so warm, so soft. Her hands don’t feel like the hands of a woman who could run an institution like this at all.
Then her lips are pressed against mine. Soft and wet. So gentle. I lean into her lips, pressing against them, moving softly. My hand comes to lay on her hip, drawing her towards me slightly and she complies, leaning against me ever so slightly.
The kiss is nice, soft and exploring, but as much as I want it to continue I want an explanation. It’s not as though I haven’t dreamt about this for so long, but why now? So I can’t really say it came to soon when her lips left mine and she took a half step back.
She must have anticipated my question, it must have been written across my face for the whole world to see.
“Why?”
“I’m tired of being alone…”
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