Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Liam's lips brushed against Maea's fingers, his gaze never straying from her face - and what he saw there astounded him. The pretty flush that spread through her cheeks, the blatant longing reflected in her eyes - it was all so similar to what he himself was feeling that it took his breath away. But she was nervous: there was a quiver in her lips that gave her away, and Liam might have told her that she wasn't the only one, but then she was twisting her hand in his grip, running her thumb along his lips, saying his name like that...
He'd had every intention of taking things slow, of doing things right, of making sure that Maea never felt like sex was the primary driver of his feelings for her. He knew how easily the physical could overshadow the rest of it, and that wasn't what he wanted for them. He wanted love, and time together, and the promise of forever.
But hadn't they just promised that this morning?
Liam's eyes searched Maea's face, looking for any sign of uncertainty. His hand slide down her arm, up her shoulder, cupping her cheek, a thumb ghosting across her skin. "Maea..." he murmured, gathering his courage, clearly at war between what he wanted and the request that he felt tied to. In the end, desire won out. Just one kiss, he told himself, knowing full well that if he kissed her, he might not be able to stop. "Can I kiss you?"
He'd had every intention of taking things slow, of doing things right, of making sure that Maea never felt like sex was the primary driver of his feelings for her. He knew how easily the physical could overshadow the rest of it, and that wasn't what he wanted for them. He wanted love, and time together, and the promise of forever.
But hadn't they just promised that this morning?
Liam's eyes searched Maea's face, looking for any sign of uncertainty. His hand slide down her arm, up her shoulder, cupping her cheek, a thumb ghosting across her skin. "Maea..." he murmured, gathering his courage, clearly at war between what he wanted and the request that he felt tied to. In the end, desire won out. Just one kiss, he told himself, knowing full well that if he kissed her, he might not be able to stop. "Can I kiss you?"
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
