There were two days left until Edward came home. There was a ball that night.
Marisa was going.
Asriel was going.
This means fun.
Marisa virtually slipped through the doors as silently as water, not giving away her position to anyone who may have been around. The golden monkey watched her move inaudibly and followed. They whispered sweet words in their own language to each other, both stopping and listening for their lovers, hoping they would come along. Which they did, without a resonance.
"Hello, my love," Asriel murmured, making Marisa jump and her dæmon tremble with excitement as his dæmon slowly circled hers, their blue eyes dark with lust and intense longing.
He smiled perilously, warning her to not taunt. She proceeded to kiss him slowly, but unobtrusively, not giving the game away yet.
The golden monkey diffidently stroked Stelmaria's fur, murmuring softly under his breath. Asriel's dæmon purred seductively.
One of Asriel's hands moved over Marisa's breasts while the other was entwined in her luscious golden tresses. She moanedas he claimed her, backing into a deserted office. She squealed in surprise and delight when he picked her up and slipped her smoothly onto a desk, where he proceeded to kiss her painfully and longingly. His hands were wandering everywhere. She had to resist from screaming impatiently as one of his hands slipped down the back of her dress. She put her hands to his torso and began to quickly unbutton his shirt, running her cool fingers over the muscular lines in his chest. The room began to heat up with them as they both let instinct take over, and Marisa let go of her lover long enough to whisper in his ear, "Follow me."
They hurriedly smoothed over their clothes and hair, checking for any 'wardrobe malfunctions' and left the office, soon quitting the building. Their dæmons were escorting each other bodily across the road. The snow leopard let out a sensual purring hum of anticipation. They entered the revolving doors of Marisa's home not long after. Stelmaria growled uneasily at being in an unfamiliar dæmon's home (Edward's). Marisa led Asriel to the bedroom, her dæmon leading his along by an invisible heartstring.
He laid her onto the soft bed, kissing her once before slowly taking off her clothes and dismissingly dropping them on the floor. She wanted to scream, to cry, to be angry. But she couldn't. In turn she felt her body respond to his, and she felt frightened for once in her long time as Edward Coulter's wife. Asriel finished removing her clothes and sat back, and looked at her. Looked at her lying in the sunlight that was streaming in through the curtains. Looked at her through his own eyes, the eyes of a passionate lover's affair. He took a photogram machine out of his pocket and sapped one photo of her, but not before she managed to just cover herself with the sheet, so only a slight swell of the top of her breasts was to be seen, as well as her long legs, reaching out from under the immodest silk covers. He pulled the sheet of her and kissed her body, neck, face, breasts, stomach, until she was crying out for him to make love to her.
The golden monkey dæmon cried and begged the snow leopard dæmon to love him.
Asriel murmured in Marisa's ear, and she smiled breathlessly and began to undress him. She did it agonizingly slow, and he was struggling to not tear off his clothes and take her without a care. She slowly slipped off his underwear, and after a scrutinizing stare, she looked up to meet his eyes, and there was barely a second of silence between them until their mouths met, with a hungry passion unknown to them, as their dæmons played on the floor, teasing each other.
Marisa's mind raced, trying to answer itself why this man was able to stir up such feelings inside her to make her want him this much. When they melted into each other, she let out a soft moan, waiting for when he would whisper in her ear. When they both came, she cried out, tears blurring her vision.
What did I do to deserve an amazing man such as this?
Then she remembered.
I don't deserve him. Because he is not mine and I belong to another.
She tried to ignore the fact that Asriel would be leaving the country soon, and that Edward would be home soon. She sighed sadly, and that tear, that one cursed tear that fell down her cheek, staining the suede bedcovers and making Asriel look up and smile.
She smiled back sadly, and as she slipped into unconsciousness, she whispered, "I love you, Asriel."
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The whole time I was writing this, I was soooo wanting to cry! Dunno why tho. Heavy sigh.
Marisa
Asriel
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