MAEA
It was a little girl's romantic dream come true. The handsome stranger, the balmy summer breeze, a gentle kiss on trembling lips. Except... well. The man is married, and they're standing in a river, soaked to the bones. Small fish swarm around their feet in the relatively still waters of the cove, and a little gryphon could be yawning on a pile of clothes, bored to the teeth with the humans. Her skin is flushed and tender under the merciless rays of the sun, and it hurts a little to be hugged so tightly.
But the ache is sweet, and her eyes are a touch hazy as he pulls away. Still only a breath away, but she needed hers. Quite badly, because somewhere in that blissful and too short moment she'd lost all of it. He sought her gaze, all smiles and tender promise, and she has the chance to give in again. To lean forward just a touch and taste that laughing mouth again. She ached to do so, wanted it more than she could recall wanting anything else in her life.
Yet... in the end, though she returned a shaky smile of her own the girl looked down, away. Face flushed, guilt half hidden behind those long lashes. And she withdrew ever so slightly, should he allow it. If he decided to maintain the crushing grip around her there was nothing she could do about it - absolutely nothing - but it had not occurred to her that he might not want to let her go.
But the ache is sweet, and her eyes are a touch hazy as he pulls away. Still only a breath away, but she needed hers. Quite badly, because somewhere in that blissful and too short moment she'd lost all of it. He sought her gaze, all smiles and tender promise, and she has the chance to give in again. To lean forward just a touch and taste that laughing mouth again. She ached to do so, wanted it more than she could recall wanting anything else in her life.
Yet... in the end, though she returned a shaky smile of her own the girl looked down, away. Face flushed, guilt half hidden behind those long lashes. And she withdrew ever so slightly, should he allow it. If he decided to maintain the crushing grip around her there was nothing she could do about it - absolutely nothing - but it had not occurred to her that he might not want to let her go.
