Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2011 17:25:03 GMT -8
The tension in the air was so thick that it was physically palpable. She wanted to make idle chit chat, but nothing came to mind. She could barely hear her own inner monologue, for her heart was pounding so fast that she could hear it beat in her ears. Her lips were slightly parted, as she couldn't seem to keep her breath, and from time to time her tongue darted out to moisten them. She was painfully aware of how near he was to her, and even more aware of how easy it would be for him to just pull her onto his lap and push her skirt up...
"One would hope."
She forced herself to regain control of herself. She should say something. Words... words... anything. Comment about the recently departed Nolfians, or the Vulcan baseball team, or the weather on Terra. Say something.
He stared intently at her, past her eyes, into the darkest recesses of her being. She felt as though every memory, every embarassing moment, every triumph... all of it was laid bare before him. But despite the fact that he could see through her, despite the fact that every time he surveyed her person she felt as though she stood naked before him... despite all of that, he still seemed genuinely surprised when she spoke.
He turned his head to look away, and his body moved against her. Her skin sung out from beneath the fabric separating them, and yearned to be touched. He pulled her closer to him, and her breath caught in her throat. She could smell the scent of the wine on his breath, and her gaze drifted down to his lips.
"Do you want me,"
Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all she could do was nod silently. Did she want him? Honestly, if he left right now, she feared that she would never come down from the hormone-induced high she was experiencing. She cleared her throat. "I do," she said, her voice low and husky. She slowly brought her arms about his neck, not wanting a repeat experience of his earlier fear.
"Please, Helik," she said softly.
Tag: Helik
"One would hope."
She forced herself to regain control of herself. She should say something. Words... words... anything. Comment about the recently departed Nolfians, or the Vulcan baseball team, or the weather on Terra. Say something.
He stared intently at her, past her eyes, into the darkest recesses of her being. She felt as though every memory, every embarassing moment, every triumph... all of it was laid bare before him. But despite the fact that he could see through her, despite the fact that every time he surveyed her person she felt as though she stood naked before him... despite all of that, he still seemed genuinely surprised when she spoke.
He turned his head to look away, and his body moved against her. Her skin sung out from beneath the fabric separating them, and yearned to be touched. He pulled her closer to him, and her breath caught in her throat. She could smell the scent of the wine on his breath, and her gaze drifted down to his lips.
"Do you want me,"
Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all she could do was nod silently. Did she want him? Honestly, if he left right now, she feared that she would never come down from the hormone-induced high she was experiencing. She cleared her throat. "I do," she said, her voice low and husky. She slowly brought her arms about his neck, not wanting a repeat experience of his earlier fear.
"Please, Helik," she said softly.
Tag: Helik