22-Jun-01-Friday Fingers, on his skin. Fire. Breath, in his ear. Chill. Scent, in his nostrils. Desire. He licked his lips. Taste, on his tongue. Need. He opened his eyes to flame, in his bed, in his heart, in his soul, in his life. Red hair on his chest, warming him. Warming the places in his heart he didn't even know were cold. Safe and alive. He was being watched, he knew but the watchers were for his protection rather than his detriment. Soon he would have to do something about that. But that was for later. His hand came around her to caress her back. He let his fingers mold against each bone that marked her spine down to the mounds of her buttocks. She murmured against his chest. She was waking, he let her come around slowly. Green eyes sparked at him as she opened her eyes. As she opened her mouth to speak he struck. Taking her lips, possessively. His arms around her shifting her into the position he wished. She was so light in his arms, so delicate. Sometimes he feared she was like crystal. She would break if not handled with great care. But he knew better. She was more like high tensile steel, steel covered in the softest silk, or, better yet, velvet. Yes she was velvet over steel. She wasn't brittle, nor was she ductile, able to be molded easily. Tensile. A flexible strength. He smiled into her mouth. What was it about her that brought out the poet in him? His people were not known for poetry. She changed him. Changed him for the better. "What was that for?" She asked as she cuddled closer to him. "Nothing, just good morning." He stroked her hair, pushing the tousled locks from her face. "We should get up, you know." She didn't want to. He could tell. There was nothing about her that let him suspect that he needed to move. She was complacent and content. He shifted and turned her over so that he was above her. "Why? Work ethic." He nuzzled into her neck and bit her lightly. "We have nothing to do if we don't want to. And I can think of several good reasons to stay in bed today." "Umm, well, so can I." She stretched and arched beneath him. He closed his eyes to absorb the luscious touch of her beneath him. "We need to eat." "Yes, I suppose we do." He was hungry. He hadn't yet replenished the loss from the rigors of the past few weeks. "We eat then right back to bed, then." "I suppose we could?" she paused and he could feel the rise of a bit of naughtiness from her. "Or what?" He asked. "Well, the sun is up and it'll soon be warm. We could enjoy ourselves out in the courtyard." She hugged him close. "It's enclosed and no one can see." "Are you sure?" He asked. This was very unlike her. "Yes. You say we are safe here. Let's start acting like it." she looked deep into his eyes. "You should have fun. We both should." "Okay." He said as he kissed her nose, creating a giggle. "Let's start acting like it." He rolled off the bed and held his hand out to her. Today their new life began |
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