Fingers slowly traced the line of the masculine chin, caressed surprisingly soft lips, almost shivering, sliding down the neck-muscles, tightened in stubbornly suppressed arousal.
Fingertips lingering over a throat with nails swaying between loving tickle and a biting threat.
The passiveness of the strong body under him produced a superior smirk on the handsome face, while the hand continued it's painfully slow exploration.
Enjoying the instinctive spite instantly reflected in the eye staring up at him, as the person, stretched out on the floor under him recognized his own position.
The smirk expanded as the fingers traveled over neckline, shoulder- and collarbones leaving no part of the sun-kissed skin without attention.
Without any warning sign suddenly both long white hands were caught by darker, stronger ones.
As if it were nothing, the scene turned around and the smirk changed to surprise, morphing to a shiver of fear before blooming into desire, as swiftly the positions reversed in one ruthless but nonetheless elegant roll.
The long hands, tightly fastened on the floor, slightly brushing their owners mane of gold, shivered as a kiss united two pairs of lips in an embrace as openly longing as it was sweetly brutal.
No words spoken, but the air was scented by currents warming the air, as it was heating up the eyes of the two partipiciants.
One hand still clasping the other pair, its partner touched, teased.
Hungry, wanting, like a lion finally holding his long craved for prey. A predator, as he was.
His prey, a predator himself, let a wicked smile bloom as teeth greedily answered the impetuous caresses and the first muffled scream filled the night..
The woman sank down against the rail and tried to concentrate on the nights breeze and the silent murmurs of the sea.
Pulling knees to the heaving chest, she raised her hand towards the satin sky, grabbed for the giant full moon, so traitorously close.
She lowered it and uncurled the empty fingers. Forced herself to breathe evenly. Eyes closed.
As they opened, all her armor was back in place.
The finely carved glass coffin, fit for her and only her. She could see everything, hear everything, had access to all the affairs going on here.
On most days it made her confident to feel how much more she knew.
She even had learned to enjoy the pleasure to watch over those strange, exciting and fun people whom she had learned to love, who cared for her.
On most nights she enjoyed this particular obsession of hers. Very much indeed.
Nobody knew but her.
The silent patron, the partaker, the dirty, whimsical mind behind the smart and silent facade in daylight.
Most days, most nights.
Not the nights like this one, suffocating on the desires she consumed out of her crystal shell, without ever being able to touch the real thing.
Sometimes she wondered if one could starve from staring at the most beautiful and seducing fruits being consumed...
Her breath slowed as she concentrated only on her body, resting on the wooden planks, still warm from the summerdays sun.
Until the sun rose, she would just curl up here.
As long as no one would see, noone would mind.
As long as the sound of ripples mixed with the rising moans of passion she would taste the bittersweet wine of her own world, her solitude, the true history of her personality...
She had almost dozed off as two voices softly reached her ear "You alright..?" "Heeey.. Robin-chan?.."