05-15-2014, 08:02 AM
"Someone followed me,"
Aria intoned before wrenching open the door. The interest that briefly spiked black through Dane's heart was not concern, but jealousy. Who would dare to follow what was his?
On the sidewalk, his gaze snapped this way and that, seeking the intruder to his charming world, but there was no one. Only his immediate company, and the small thing Aria did broke the spell of his ire.
He was surprised when she took his hand and led him away.
Dane looked down upon the top of her head - she was so much smaller than him - and attempted to decipher what it was that enticed her to clasp hands. He didn't let go, however little he was able to discern, but rather twined his fingers closer through the palm of her hand. So much smaller. He could crush those child-like, spindly bones with his fist. He soon forgot the news of their stalker.
His fringe of his scarf swirled in the breeze. The morning air was a refreshing splash against his face. He hadn't realized how suffocatingly hot the apartment had grown. The humidity of the small space filled with the droplets of three sweating bodies. The odors clogged the tubes of his lungs, which he cleared with every deep breath of the icy Moscow atmosphere.
"We have someone watching,"
was the preamble to a kiss that once again took him by surprise. He didn't ward her away, however, but was neither overly receptive of the romanticism of their embrace.
Until her lips pressed upon his. Sensations snapped through his mind. Her urgency and regret was mixed with desire and longing. It was like reading Chinese symbols, to Dane, they were nothing but chicken scratch, but with Aria's immediate touch, the plump ridges of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the alien shapes began to make sense.
He wrapped her close, unwilling to allow her to separate her face from his. It was the only connection he had, and it thrilled him with the reminder that the connections he sensed in her bed would not be the last time he knew such intimacy. He kissed her like he was going to devour her body and soul. This was his. This creature in a woman's body. Was. His.
The explosion wrenched his face away. His gasp was startled despite what logic anticipated the moment she lit the candle. The mushroom of fire reflected tiny shapes in the pupils of Dane's unblinking eyes. His grip on Aria's shoulder tightened instinctively. "I should have done that."
What he uttered to himself, not even Dane knew the meaning. Would he have done it because Aria asked? Or because he would have done a more thorough job? Or because he forgot how much he enjoyed such spectacles and was thusly annoyed with the Aria-induced amnesia?
He rubbed his throat, bothered by the turn of events. The intensity of his silent monologues turned upon Aria. "Who is following us?"
He leaned close to her ear, "And where are they?"
He would satiate one need this morning.
Aria intoned before wrenching open the door. The interest that briefly spiked black through Dane's heart was not concern, but jealousy. Who would dare to follow what was his?
On the sidewalk, his gaze snapped this way and that, seeking the intruder to his charming world, but there was no one. Only his immediate company, and the small thing Aria did broke the spell of his ire.
He was surprised when she took his hand and led him away.
Dane looked down upon the top of her head - she was so much smaller than him - and attempted to decipher what it was that enticed her to clasp hands. He didn't let go, however little he was able to discern, but rather twined his fingers closer through the palm of her hand. So much smaller. He could crush those child-like, spindly bones with his fist. He soon forgot the news of their stalker.
His fringe of his scarf swirled in the breeze. The morning air was a refreshing splash against his face. He hadn't realized how suffocatingly hot the apartment had grown. The humidity of the small space filled with the droplets of three sweating bodies. The odors clogged the tubes of his lungs, which he cleared with every deep breath of the icy Moscow atmosphere.
"We have someone watching,"
was the preamble to a kiss that once again took him by surprise. He didn't ward her away, however, but was neither overly receptive of the romanticism of their embrace.
Until her lips pressed upon his. Sensations snapped through his mind. Her urgency and regret was mixed with desire and longing. It was like reading Chinese symbols, to Dane, they were nothing but chicken scratch, but with Aria's immediate touch, the plump ridges of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the alien shapes began to make sense.
He wrapped her close, unwilling to allow her to separate her face from his. It was the only connection he had, and it thrilled him with the reminder that the connections he sensed in her bed would not be the last time he knew such intimacy. He kissed her like he was going to devour her body and soul. This was his. This creature in a woman's body. Was. His.
The explosion wrenched his face away. His gasp was startled despite what logic anticipated the moment she lit the candle. The mushroom of fire reflected tiny shapes in the pupils of Dane's unblinking eyes. His grip on Aria's shoulder tightened instinctively. "I should have done that."
What he uttered to himself, not even Dane knew the meaning. Would he have done it because Aria asked? Or because he would have done a more thorough job? Or because he forgot how much he enjoyed such spectacles and was thusly annoyed with the Aria-induced amnesia?
He rubbed his throat, bothered by the turn of events. The intensity of his silent monologues turned upon Aria. "Who is following us?"
He leaned close to her ear, "And where are they?"
He would satiate one need this morning.