She sat on the side of the bed taking in every inch of his sleeping form. The solid chest rising and falling slowly, brows formed into their perpetual frown, mouth lax. His lips. How long has she wanted to feel them? Feel how soft she imagined they were. Feel them pressed against hers. Pressed against her. Anywhere he could possibly dare, she would allow. She blushed slightly, turning away, more than a little ashamed of her indecent thoughts while he lay there broken and bone weary.
Her attention snapped back as a soft, sleep muffled moan escaped his lips. It hit her ears and shot through her entire body. Although most likely discomfort from his wounds, it brought a wave of pleasure washing over her. She studied his passive face again, moving back to focus solely on his parted lips. Just one kiss. She leaned in closing her nerve widened eyes. She was determined to say goodbye the way she wanted. This could be the first and only time. A hair's breath away and still she couldn't do it. Tears slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks falling in small spatters on his.
Well, she would leave him with a parting gift at least. She let her golden warmth hover over his wounds, all the while smiling weakly as she thought of all the times he was there for her, all the reasons why she... Letting out a shaky breath, she finished, then stepped once more out into the night through the open window without a sound.
There were tears still on his cheeks when she fled. Some had dried but a few still trickled downward. A fated one was lucky enough to touch what she hadn't. It sat like dew on the fuller lip for a moment, then, was snatched away by a quick, dark tongue.
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The creature hummed within His mind. Twisted as It was, her tears were like champagne. A wicked smile curved pale lips as excitement surged through Its form producing a guttural purr. Made purely of primal instincts, arousal was not far from a possibility for It. Her tears, an aphrodisiac to the pale demon, fanned a flame deep within. Itwould find a way to taste more of her tears. May it be by physical pain and torture, debasing her through lewd acts, or taking away all the ones she loved. One way or another, she would fall to despair and grant It the bitter sweet nectar.
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He slept somewhat restlessly, wounds tender, thoughts swirling. Worry creased his brow even as he walked in harmless dreams.
He was in school at his desk, chatter of his fellow classmates all around him. Looking out the window, he let it fall away from his ears. His thoughts were lazy, lacking real depth. The weather was warm and sun bright, trees were green and full, swaying in a light breeze.
A small, gentle presence could be felt leaning over his relaxed form. He turned to the now otherwise empty room, to find her gray eyes skimming his profile, auburn brows drawn into concentration. Upon realizing she had been caught, a gasp of surprise left her full lips. Fidgeting with her sleeve, she fought off the blush creeping from below the two buttons opened at her throat up to the roots of her long, silky hair.
He smiled at her reaction, chiding her softly for being as silly as she always was. He never understood why she would become even more so when in his presence. He thought, hoped even, after all this time, all they've been through, she could at least feel comfortable with him.
He must have been thinking out loud for a nervous laugh escaped the girl twitching beside him. Unbelievably, her complexion took on a darker crimson hue as she mumbled a response. He leaned in closer attempting to hear the hushed voice only catching bits and pieces as the garbled words tumbled out amounting to something along the lines of an apology. An apology for seeming ungrateful for their friendship and his ever vigilant manner he kept when near her, admiration his loyalty and determination to protect those he deemed his responsibility invoked. Another apology tumbles out punctuated with a small sniffle.
He shook his head at her apology, smile reaching his warm brown eyes. Again she shifted side to side, eyes dropping to the floor. 'Was he really that intimidating?' 'No', was the reply. 'Something he said or did?' Again, 'no'. Confused, he reached a hand to hers in comfort.
Moving quickly away from his touch, legs tangling, she ended up toppling backward over another desk, landing with a soft grunt on the floor. Perplexed, he tried again, this time in aid, only to be refused by a vigorous shake of her head, long locks flying about her shoulders. He felt a pang in his chest, hurt that she curled away from him. He gritted his teeth with determination and moved to kneel beside her on the floor. Her breathing quickened, eyes widening. Fear. He could practically smell it as it rolled off of her in waves. He clenched his fist, jaw jutting out. How could she ever think he would lay an unkind hand on her. His anger flared out only to be quickly dampened by a soul deep sorrow.
She must have seen his pain for soon her delicate, shaking hand was over his. Her body was mere inches away, slumped over with guilt. Stormy eyes lifted and locked on his, relaying she now knew for a certainty how much he really cared. The corners of her mouth turned down after she whispered how sorry she was. He listened intently, eyes traversing her face, as she began to explain what had her scared. She got as far as how it wasn't his fault at all, that it was hers. She had been afraid of him finding out. His mind was full and reeling trying to think of what she could possibly tell him that would have her anticipating a reaction from him so volatile it left her pale and trembling. Coming out of thought, he was left in silence and solitude. She was gone, along with her explanation.
