My best enemy

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

Liam marked every spot that elicited a reaction, every gesture that brought Maea's breath in quicker gasps or had her arching further against him. He drank her in greedily, like he was lost in the desert and she was his oasis: a safe, beautiful, rejuvenating place where he would gladly stay forever.

But then she hesitated - only barely, just enough that Liam could feel her tense beneath his hands - and the soldier paused, brows snapping together with the sudden concern that he was pushing her too far, too fast. He opened his mouth to say something, but then she was tightening her grip on his curls and whispering a breathy don't stop against his ear, and he forgot whatever it was that was about to come out of his mouth.

And yet, he still hesitated - because for the slightest fraction of a second, Maea had thought about stopping, and if she wasn't ready, if she didn't want this... it wouldn't change a thing about how he felt, but it would certainly reinforce his original desire to take their time. "If you change your mind -" he said after his own brief pause, leaning forward to press his lips to the hollow at the base of her throat. "- promise you'll stop me."

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

Liam