
Posted by Sterling on January 27, 2009, 11:05 pm, in reply to "away from the mountains and the lakes ;" there was a loophole in my
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His water was silly. It was silly and new, and fresh, and explorative, and uncontrollable in his mouth. Most of the time he told it to behave, but it rumble with more intention in him now, so close to Hypatia, a fire to douse, and then also the diadem. A sort of paradise for a water that didn’t know how to be contained.
“Sorry,”
He mutters softly to her, and he looks away as well,
“I can’t help it,”
Stopping, he removes his lips from her neck, and keeps his head there, stillness, possessing his body, his water swirling up to his skin, as her body keeps increasing in temperature. If they were human, Hypatia would be dead with a fever by now.
Lips pucker into a smile, and his head is lowered, to press his cheek against her shoulder. And he whispers, softly, almost inaudible, but the thoughts rush through his mind, and were screaming in there, so there would be no chance of her missing it,
“You’re not alone,”
Chilled lips press to her again, as his eyes suddenly awkward lift back to hers. And while she’s here, Sterling isn’t going to be alone. He needed no other company in the desert. Not if Hypatia was here.
It’s a different smile now, as his head turns away, removed from her burning shoulder. It’s more of a grimace, as his gaze is kept in the fire of her mane. Yet quickly his hazel eyes turn back towards her as she speaks, and the smile is gone. A straight, but curious face.
“Don’t… Hypatia. Life isn’t meant to be fair,”
It hasn’t been fair by taking me away from the desert and coaxing me with fresh spring and cool mountains.
“It’s alright… if you do…”
Because maybe it was easier like this, but then maybe it was worse. Sterling cringes slightly, turning his face away nostrils flickering. What if it was worse for her to hear these things, see them, and it’s a darted look towards her in a flash of concern that it upset her, his thoughts that was. But it was more uncontrollable than his water.
The conversation of Fenris kills it from his mind. Still not making eye contact, his lips turn back to her neck, and ever so softly he presses them against her feverish skin. He whispers into her flesh,
“I know,”
and he cannot but help his lips move up her neck, in gentle kisses, as he continues,
“She… she told me…”
He doesn’t move his lips, but does pause, eyes half opening.
“She invited me to stay,”
The water is cold off his lips, that are against her neck, and it would trickle down her if her temperature from her didn’t sizzle them up, in quick lines of steam.
“I came back, Hypatia,”
For you, I came back only for you.
His water builds up in his lips, in the kiss near the fire of her mane now, his water out of control as it wants to curl around her flames, but heads down curvature of her neck as quick as it can, before evaporating.
“Fenris, she has nothing but the cold, and her winds, Hypatia. And I chose to come back to you,”
d r e a m i n g.
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