My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

Liam found his gaze drifting to Maea’s face, paying attention to anything that earned a particularly relaxed expression. The rest of the first melted away; the soldier was no longer aware of the glen, or the heat, or even the curious birds perched overhead. His focus narrowed down to the woman whose legs were stretched out upon his lap, and to how he could best make her feel good.

Maea was remarkably still, almost as though carved from stone, although her legs were soft and pliant beneath his hands. One particular knot in the muscle gave way, eliciting a breathless groan from the Ancient, and Liam froze, swallowing hard. He would do a lot of things to make her make that noise again - even if she seemed flustered and embarrassed, her cheeks scarlet and her hand covering her mouth.

There were a variety of responses that Liam could theoretically offer. He could stop, but he didn’t want her to think that he was withdrawing because of her. He could ignore her small outburst and continue, but given the way she was blushing, he wasn’t sure that was his best bet. He could say something to reassure her…

Or he could lean closer, close the distance between them, and kiss her.

And oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

In the end, he reached for the hand she’d clapped over her mouth, tugging it gently away. His eyes, dark with desire, never left hers as he pulled that hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her fingers. Never mind the hunt. This - here, now - was suddenly much more pressing.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam