Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Her chiding comment brought out a low, distracted chuckle as his eyes fell to her lips. "Well, we can't have that..." The words floated away in the quiet galaxy that was suddenly encompassing his every thought. Her touch was the only reason he didn't join them, capturing him in a hold that he never wanted to escape. Then her soft lips were on his, and Zavien returned every bit of tender emotion she gave, overwhelmed by the flood as he drank it in like it was the only thing he needed to survive, the only proof he needed that he was alive. Even behind the gentle, caring way he explored her mouth, he couldn't disguise the intensity behind his feelings, one hand slipping unintentionally beneath her shirt to flatten against her spine while the other moved up to slide into the dark tresses of her hair, cradling her head with an insistent softness that begged her not to pull away as he poured out his heart in the synchrony of their kiss.
Only soldierly discipline and the need for air had him separating - although he didn't make it farther than breathing distance, the quickening warmth of his exhale smelling like sweet chocolate between their tilted heads, mixing with the scents of leather and herbs. It was enough to make his head spin, his mouth barely resisting the urge to claim hers again as he peppered soft kisses between strained words. "If I don't move right now, there might not be a bath." Because her hands were in his hair, the ghost of her lips tingling against his, the warmth of her skin at his fingertips, the rising heat between them making it harder to think; and he couldn't fathom having the strength to do anything but lose himself in her if she stayed planted in front of him. They'd waited too long for this moment, the anticipation too strong for him to break through without her help - and he wasn't sure he wanted to break it. They deserved this. They deserved to have one gods-damned moment that wasn't interrupted by the catastrophes of the world falling at their feet. The bath could wait. The responsibilities could wait. The world could wait for all he cared. He was quite content to forget it all existed for the one at his fingers, the one that had stolen his heart long ago.
Only soldierly discipline and the need for air had him separating - although he didn't make it farther than breathing distance, the quickening warmth of his exhale smelling like sweet chocolate between their tilted heads, mixing with the scents of leather and herbs. It was enough to make his head spin, his mouth barely resisting the urge to claim hers again as he peppered soft kisses between strained words. "If I don't move right now, there might not be a bath." Because her hands were in his hair, the ghost of her lips tingling against his, the warmth of her skin at his fingertips, the rising heat between them making it harder to think; and he couldn't fathom having the strength to do anything but lose himself in her if she stayed planted in front of him. They'd waited too long for this moment, the anticipation too strong for him to break through without her help - and he wasn't sure he wanted to break it. They deserved this. They deserved to have one gods-damned moment that wasn't interrupted by the catastrophes of the world falling at their feet. The bath could wait. The responsibilities could wait. The world could wait for all he cared. He was quite content to forget it all existed for the one at his fingers, the one that had stolen his heart long ago.
