Zavien
'I don't want to.'
The arguments were quickly failing, the fail safes falling apart faster than he'd anticipated. For all the claims of self-control and wanting to do things 'right,' he was starting to redefine what that meant in his mind. This felt right. Soh felt right. And she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. This wasn't some fleeting impulse or whirlwind fling with an expiration date. They both wanted more than that. What was the harm in giving in now? They'd proven their emotional compatibility. Hell, he'd shared more with her today than he had anyone in years, and she'd met each confession with a gracious heart, pulling him closer and promising nothing but support.
Their foreheads pressed together and Zavien heard the strain in her voice, felt the pleading in her tone as they both fought against their 'better nature.' Why was he torturing them like this? What more did he need before he was confident she wouldn't regret this? What more did he need to believe this was more than just sexual attraction?
To hell with it all.
He straightened, tilting the power dynamic as if he were on the brink of breaching something more. His head still pressed to hers, his mouth angling just enough so that their swollen lips nearly brushed, close enough that she could taste his words as much as hear them. "Then tell me not to." If she said the words, he would push it all aside. If she said the words, he would give her everything.
The arguments were quickly failing, the fail safes falling apart faster than he'd anticipated. For all the claims of self-control and wanting to do things 'right,' he was starting to redefine what that meant in his mind. This felt right. Soh felt right. And she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. This wasn't some fleeting impulse or whirlwind fling with an expiration date. They both wanted more than that. What was the harm in giving in now? They'd proven their emotional compatibility. Hell, he'd shared more with her today than he had anyone in years, and she'd met each confession with a gracious heart, pulling him closer and promising nothing but support.
Their foreheads pressed together and Zavien heard the strain in her voice, felt the pleading in her tone as they both fought against their 'better nature.' Why was he torturing them like this? What more did he need before he was confident she wouldn't regret this? What more did he need to believe this was more than just sexual attraction?
To hell with it all.
He straightened, tilting the power dynamic as if he were on the brink of breaching something more. His head still pressed to hers, his mouth angling just enough so that their swollen lips nearly brushed, close enough that she could taste his words as much as hear them. "Then tell me not to." If she said the words, he would push it all aside. If she said the words, he would give her everything.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
