Maea
The worst of all blessings
Just like that, she went from hunter to prey. If Liam had laughed or joked or said anything at all she might have been able to recover, wave it off, act like it was only because he'd hit a good spot and not because she was burning under his touch. Frankly it was embarrassing, she was a grown woman who'd gone without intimacy for a literal decade. That the mere presence of someone should have her falling to pieces was ridiculous, he was only touching her legs, was she really so deprived that she couldn't separate a friendly gesture from something else?
Except... friendship did not look at each other the way Liam gazed at her. The hunger in his eyes staggered her, stole the air from her lungs. Caught between the tree at her back and his body, there was nowhere for her to run, nowhere to hide as he gently - so gently - pulled her hands from her face. Her mouth was quivering, nervousness unmistakable. Porcelain skin that would never tan did nothing to conceal how blood rushed into her face when his lips brushed against ivory skin, calloused and scarred and so far from perfect that it was a miracle she hadn't fallen to pieces. Maea thought she might, though, if he kept looking at her like that. If he came closer, she might forget all about taking it slow and giving them time.
Because, honestly? What were they even waiting for?
Her hand twisted in his grip, turning ever so slightly. Enough that her thumb could brush lightly across his lips - soft, so very tender lips - with an expression of longing ghosting through her eyes. "Liam.." Just once...Just one time, and then she'd wait however long he wished, hoowever long they both needed.
Except... friendship did not look at each other the way Liam gazed at her. The hunger in his eyes staggered her, stole the air from her lungs. Caught between the tree at her back and his body, there was nowhere for her to run, nowhere to hide as he gently - so gently - pulled her hands from her face. Her mouth was quivering, nervousness unmistakable. Porcelain skin that would never tan did nothing to conceal how blood rushed into her face when his lips brushed against ivory skin, calloused and scarred and so far from perfect that it was a miracle she hadn't fallen to pieces. Maea thought she might, though, if he kept looking at her like that. If he came closer, she might forget all about taking it slow and giving them time.
Because, honestly? What were they even waiting for?
Her hand twisted in his grip, turning ever so slightly. Enough that her thumb could brush lightly across his lips - soft, so very tender lips - with an expression of longing ghosting through her eyes. "Liam.." Just once...Just one time, and then she'd wait however long he wished, hoowever long they both needed.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
