MAEA
It is a mistake. And it's on her. It's on him. It's on both of them, now that there was no turning back. Whatever this attraction was, wherever it came from it was thunder and lightning, but wrapped up in sunshine, laughter and bloody old bandages, barely covering wounds that still wept. Maea would never be able to explain it, nor her reasons for caving in to the hunger she saw in his eyes as he looked at her.
Maybe, in the end, there were no reasons. Just want. The ultimate ego trip of being desired, for once in her fucking life.
He paused, one breath away, searching her soul for something, and perhaps he found it because then her hand was in his hair and his lips were on hers and there was a spark of elation in her stomach, like a million butterflies taking flight. He was gentle. Oh, so soft, and warm, and if there was a strange aftertaste of guilt, if the swooping was followed by a sickening plummet when she recalled that she'd broken her own promises to herself in the end... she soon forgot about it.
Maea had never been kissed before. Though she'd seen this coming, she did not really know what to do now. How long should she stay still, what was she supposed to do with her hands, and was it strange that her thoughts kept racing around the head like a flock of sheep? She felt his chest against hers, a strong arm holding her in a tight grip and it felt good, far too nice to give up. So... she gambled on easing herself closer. Answering the wordless declaration with one of her own... not pulling away until flashes of light began to dance before eyelids she couldn't remember closing.
She'd forgotten to breathe entirely.
Maybe, in the end, there were no reasons. Just want. The ultimate ego trip of being desired, for once in her fucking life.
He paused, one breath away, searching her soul for something, and perhaps he found it because then her hand was in his hair and his lips were on hers and there was a spark of elation in her stomach, like a million butterflies taking flight. He was gentle. Oh, so soft, and warm, and if there was a strange aftertaste of guilt, if the swooping was followed by a sickening plummet when she recalled that she'd broken her own promises to herself in the end... she soon forgot about it.
Maea had never been kissed before. Though she'd seen this coming, she did not really know what to do now. How long should she stay still, what was she supposed to do with her hands, and was it strange that her thoughts kept racing around the head like a flock of sheep? She felt his chest against hers, a strong arm holding her in a tight grip and it felt good, far too nice to give up. So... she gambled on easing herself closer. Answering the wordless declaration with one of her own... not pulling away until flashes of light began to dance before eyelids she couldn't remember closing.
She'd forgotten to breathe entirely.
