The light from under Farid's bedroom door silently beckoned to me as I stood just outside of my own.
It was another one of those lonely nights where the bed suddenly felt too empty, and all I wanted was a warm body to curl up to… particularly one with olive toned skin and an Arabian accent.
Yes… I'm still a teenager, still a 16 year old girl with no boyfriend, and no friends, and all the people I consider 'family' living under the same roof. Let's not even get into the whole 'Reader' thing now… it's 2 o'clock in the morning, and I'm too depressed to be tired.
"Silver for your thoughts, beautiful?" the shadows in the hallway asked, suddenly revealing dark skin, and taut muscles, and those familiar brown eyes I've never been unable to keep secrets from all these years.
That tugged the corners of my lips up a bit. "You mean a penny, Farid? Penny for your thoughts?"
He just smiled darkly. "Who cares? What I want to know is why you're standing outside my door this late."
He stepped towards me then, and I could see his face. His dark hair had been unceremoniously pulled into a small pony tail on the back of his neck, and his eyes held the same wildness that's secretly taunted me every time I looked into them.
He looked utterly foreign, and dangerous, and… well, he looked just utterly FARID. There's really no better way to describe it.
"Well…," he said softly, voice low and that crooked grin across his face. "Come in, come in. Though, I have yet to comprehend what about my bedroom door could've sparked your sudden… interest." There was obvious humor in his voice; a comment meant to be enough to make me smile in earnest. But it didn't. It just sent a nervous shiver down my spine at that delicious, inviting curl in his voice.
Farid's room was simpler than mine, having just two small chairs in a corner and a large bed facing the window on the opposite wall. I sat down in one chair, he in the other. My legs curled up to my chest, and I hid my bare feet under the edge of my night gown. My night gown was long and a ghostly white, reaching all the way down to my toes, with a low neckline (given to me by Eleanor, by the way). It was obviously something designed to be comfortable, not appealing, and I suddenly felt embarrassed.
I heard him chuckle low in his throat across me, my heart fluttering in my chest at the sound. "That little bit of red on your cheeks is lovely, No? I'm starting to like it," Farid said, in that delicious accent of his.
Did I just call his accent delicious? Yeah… I think I did.
I rolled my eyes, and tried to plaster an annoyed look on my face, but I was too flattered for that.
Yes… flattered. I know.
Farid grinned darkly. "And I'm guessing the way your entire face is now the same color, means your embarrassed," he chuckled.
I suddenly felt a hand under my chin as he tenderly lifted my gaze to his.
"Don't be," he breathed, his words sending another chill down my spine. His gaze softened, and his breath deliciously caressed my face. "I'm wondering what has upset my Meggie so…" he trailed off.
I arched my eyebrows a bit, but I felt the warmth spread all the way to my toes. HIS Meggie?
"Oh, it- it was nothing, really…" I stammered. "Just a little bit of insomnia."
Farid's eyes shown at me in that certain way that meant he didn't believe me, and his smile wavered.
But I didn't have anytime to react for in the next moment, his mouth was suddenly beside my ear, as he breathed in once, twice.
He sighed. "You smell so wonderful, Meggie," he breathed in again. "Hmmm… almost like daylilies." He paused, "Yesss… like the spring time."
His words flared that area between my thighs, and I clenched my legs together in order to keep control. Farid lay his head tenderly on my shoulder, and I felt his eye lashes flutter closed against my skin.
GOD… how many nights have I been wishing, no- dreaming that this would happen. How many nights have I spent lying awake in my bed for hours staring at the ceiling, just hoping that maybe he and I… that we might… that maybe one day we could-
His face snuggled closer to my neck, and It would be so easy to just turn my head, and…-
"Your hair, Meggie… it's so… so- white."
That snapped me out of my 'lovesick' daze, and my shoulders straightened.
"It's blonde, Farid," I snapped, slightly taken aback. "My hair is blonde, not white. Eleanor's hair is white and 16 is a few decades younger than… whatever age she is."
His arms slowly crept up to my shoulders and I shivered again, but certainly not from the cold. "No," Farid said. "Meggie, your hair, it's like the color of…snow?" then more to himself, "I think that's what you call it. We don't have these 'Winters' very often in Egypt… and I think the snow is very beautiful." His breath warmed my ear in a sensual caress, and I twitched, my eyes slowly sliding closed.
"From what I take, you're quite the contradiction, Ms. Silvertongue," he said, his words a deep rumble in his throat, and I heard the naked desire barely restrained behind them. "Let's see what else your tongue is good at, shall we?" Farid teased.
"Farid," I breathed unsteadily, my hands nervously fidgeting on the tops of my knees, itching to touch him and feel their way all over his skin like I've longed to for months now. "What…," I sighed longingly. "What brought all this on?"
I felt his lips trace over my earlobe, then his tongue tentatively dart out and take a curious lick. I barely held back a loud moan, feeling utterly wanton, and thinking of nothing that moment but Farid, and those olive toned hands, and what all he could do to me. Not to mention, what I wanted to do to him.
He sighed, his lips now at my jaw… slowly working their way up.
"Does it matter?" he asked softly, sensuously, his voice low and throaty. "I catch you outside my room, staring at my door with that delicious little look on your face, with my name on your tongue, and your heart in your eyes." He paused, his mouth wandering over my nose, our eyes closed at the sensation.
"And that dress, Meggie… how it looks in the candlelight…" he moaned.
I turned my face to him; my eyes closed, his reopened, calculating my expression. Farid leaned forward then, his lips cautiously hovering over mine, and I felt rather than heard him panting in front of me.
God, I wanted him. And I couldn't take it anymore.
"Kiss me," I said breathily, voice barely softer than a whisper. Moments later, he carefully closed the distance between us, and I breathed a sigh in relief as his lips touched mine.
Wonderful. It was wonderful. We were both shy at first, of course, with his arms resting comfortably at my waist, and my hands feeling up from his shoulders to his neck longingly, wishing to feel more of him.
He sighed in content as my mouth opened for his curious tongue, and I moaned, suddenly feeling warm all over.
Something Farid did that moment triggered this reaction in me, and I wanted more, needed more.
His hands grasped at me desperately, and my fingers tightened in his dark hair as our little innocent kiss turned into a fight for dominance. My tongue danced across his, and he moaned, the sound of it echoing through my ears, and I had the sudden urge to nip at his lips with my teeth to see if I'd receive the same response from him.
I did.
Farid suddenly yanked me from the chair, and I found myself in his lap, straddling his waist. "Faird," I moaned, feeling his excitement poke me through the layers of our clothes.
He moaned again, his hands busied themselves with the complicated lacing on the back of my night dress, and I didn't know who wanted the garment off more that moment, me or him.
I couldn't help it. Passion seized me that moment and all I could think about was him. Farid. So I grinded down against him slightly, moaning at the sound of his breath hitching, and the way he threw his head back in ecstasy.
"Oh God," he moaned, thrusting upwards, and I nearly cried out from the feel of it... from the feel of him… of everything. It was almost too much.
"Meggie…" he said hoarsely, his hands desperately running over my back. "Oh, Meggie… I need…-" Those warm eyes looked up into mine, the brown orbs filled to the brim with passion, and his breaths coming out in short, desperate pants.
"I…" he mumbled. Farid's eyes searched my face, reading my expression, then stopped. His eyes softened, and his mouth twitched slightly. Farid sighed, then looked away.
"I… cannot do this now," he said, obvious regret in his voice.
I ignored him, and my mouth returned to his with renowned vigor, but he pushed me away.
He groaned. "If Silvertongue saw us now… he kill me. No, both of us…" Then he sighed, almost as in frustration, and his eyes looked a little lost as they searched mine.
"You look as if I had hypnotized you. Meggie…" his voice fading out at the end.
I couldn't say anything, too lost in the moment. Maybe he had hypnotized me. Maybe. That's what if had felt like… as if someone had hypnotized me. The way he touched me, kissed me… made me forget about everything else.
Farid closed his eyes, leaned closer, rubbed his nose against mine softly, tenderly.
I couldn't breathe.
"Tell me you feel the same way, Meggie… tell me that you too have lay awake at night, dreaming of me as I do you," he nearly whispered.
I opened my mouth once, then closed it; too unsure of myself to reply.
"I… I…." I nervously stammered, the hands that were still attached to his arms shaking slightly.
Faird caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "It's okay, Meggie. You don't have to answer me," he said, his eyes suddenly glinting with humor.
"Yet."
His finger tenderly traced around my eye, and he smiled slightly. "Go back to bed, sweetheart. It's been a long night for the both of us, and I'd actually like you to catch whatever sleep for the rest of it… seeing as how you'll be getting so little of it from now on," Farid said, with that devious grin spreading across his face. "I'll see you in the morning."
Defeated and a little embarrassed, I rose from his lap, and made to leave the room. But just before I could close the door shut behind me, I heard him chuckle:
"Now Meggie, don't hesitate in coming to me the next time you're feeling a need for certain… company," he purred. Then, in a softer tone, "I'm always here if you need me."
And I couldn't help but smile at that, knowing that I'd probably 'need' him again… and sooner than he thinks.