Wicked Lovely does not belong to me.
Listening to: Sleep by Conjure One
Dream
Chapter Three
Keenan was truly beautiful.
She watched him sleep; sprawled across his bed completely relaxed and unguarded. Her eyes wandered him, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the delicate flutter of the pulse in his throat, the gentle curve and dip of his collar, long-fingered hands and copper hair that hung messily over closed green eyes. Keenan truly was a creature to be awed and admired. Someone who... should've stayed in his own world.
Aislinn watched him with a sort of indifference, studying him as if he were an insect - cool, calculating and detached. Reaching over to carefully brush the hair from his face, feeling the warmth of him linger on the backs of her fingers and watching his eyelids flutter minutely at the touch before he settled back into peaceful slumber.
They had spent the entire night dancing; dancing, dizzy and drunk off of each other and summer wine. That look he had given her the moment their lips had separated had been... painful. So excruciatingly painful and so stunningly beautiful that she had forgotten how to breathe, had, for a moment, felt like a mortal again - puny and powerless compared to him. The look he had given her - as if she were his entire world, that he knew and needed nothing other than her, she was the center of his universe - had frightened her.
Especially when she knew it was true.
She had been the person Keenan had spent so many years searching for. She was his Summer Queen, his other half. His soul mate.
It was their fate to be with each other.
"Keenan..." she whispered to the silence, his name coming from her unbidden. She frowned, looking, for a moment, conflicted and anguished.
"Keenan," she said again, letting her fingers slide across the smooth skin of his face, resting them on the pillow by his head and leaning down towards him.
Their lips a mere hair's breadth away, she hesitated, and from the change in his breathing - though he didn't open his eyes - she knew he was awake now. Could feel the faint tensing of his muscles from where her stomach was pressed against his side, could feel the sudden restless energy coming off of him.
"Sometimes... I really hate you," she swore she could hear his heart skip a beat, could feel the pain wash through him and it brought her a morose sense of satisfaction.
... but even she had to admit that, more often than not, she loved him more than she hated him. A thin line indeed.
She closed the distance between them, their mouths touching softly, innocently. He didn't respond and didn't move to touch her, his eyes intense, pained emerald slivers that watched her... and she watched back. The touch of their lips was brief and she pulled away mere seconds later, their gazes never separating - the silence stretching on.
Then, in abrupt suddenness, they were on each other. Half of her sprawled on top of him, their lips meshed together; trying to consume one another. Her nails sliding down his back, one of his hands cradling the back of her skull, the other gripping tight to her hip, pulling her closer... closer...
He flipped them, bodily rolling her over and crushing her into the mattress with his weight and she broke the kiss with a gasp, head arching back into the pillows; his mouth was quick to find purchase at her throat. Faintly, she noticed that they were glowing, heat and light rolling off their bodies in similar frenzied passion. Then he was biting at her collar and her eyes were rolling to the ceiling, something like a purr forcing its way past her lips.
She was panting, licking sunshine off her lips and letting her eyes shut tightly; fingers petting at his shoulders, dancing down his spine, wrapping around him and tugging him closer.
She wanted to melt into him. Melt and forget...
Forget...
The tears were silent and came unbidden, rolling delicately down her cheeks and spotting the pillows. Her breath shook as she exhaled and when Keenan surfaced from her neck to kiss her again, he froze on the spot, looking lost for words.
She wouldn't look at him, simply wound her arms around him and pulled him closer; burying her face in his neck.
Keenan could only hold her as she cried.
