A/N: Just a challenge to see if I could write a no dialogue scene.
Tell me how I did.
He didn't allow himself to overthink it, at its base it was simple, he wanted her and she wanted him. Everything else could be forgotten for a moment, they deserved this didn't they? After all, hadn't they already given so much in return for so little? One moment in this hell hole that could be untainted, at least in the moments it lasted.
He swung the door open before his moral compass could guide him away from what he so desperately wanted, stepping inside the small offshoot room that had been serving as a makeshift herb room. The strong smell of lavender and frankincense assaulting his senses as a wall of light from the window blindsided him. He closed the door behind him, flipping the latch as he did.
If she didn't want him the way he did her then he would leave, hurting her was never and would never be an option, not again, confidently he took a few steps further into the room.
As soon as the light subsided he could see her delicate frame, silhouetted against the light of the low hanging sun. gently muttering to herself about the preservation of herbs.
He eyed the gentle curves of her body, her thin neck leading to her narrow shoulders, Her long walnut tresses thrown over her right shoulder tied up into a top knot at the crown, The lines that dipped in at her waist, he wondered often if his fingertips would touch if he held her there, and curved to reveal her subtle slim hips leading to her athletic legs, longer and more shapely than her small delicate frame would dictate.
He watched silently as she threw a glance over her shoulder, his heart thumping at the sight of her soft side profile. The way her long brown eyelashes kissed the tops of her cheekbones, the petite nose that hooded her plush lips, that allowed a small gasp to slip when she realised it was him, that curve upwards at the corners. Beautiful. He thought. She was so very beautiful. He felt his chest tighten again, his breath hitch.
The sound of the door closing and then latching behind her had altered her into someone entering the healing room. She threw a glance over her shoulder expecting to see Suki or Aang. Only one of which she would be happy to see, her stomach twisting at the thought of it being the latter, not after that inconvenient play or the awkwardness of that unwanted kiss. She hadn't wanted his lips and she was yet to face him.
When she realised it was neither she stopped twinning the herbs for drying and turned to greet the visitor head-on. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face or the sudden thundering of her heart when she greeted his eyes. She never could, it had been that way since the first time she'd laid eyes on him.
Handsome. He was so incredibly handsome in a way that no one else was; his ivory skin, blemishless save for his scar, that always seemed to radiate heat and light, long, unkempt raven locks of his hair that dropped into his eyes and stood in contrast, the long fox-like eyes that where set under a gently sloped brow, his nose long and straight, so very obviously regal, his lips were medium neither to thin nor too thick, curved higher at the left corner as if he had the slightest of smirks. His jaw well defined as was the rest of his taut muscles body- tall with broad shoulders and chest.
But for her, his most alluring feature was his eyes. Long and thin, shaped like a knife, always shimmering with something deeper and untamable that would set her on fire, golden in colour. She had never seen eyes so beautiful, so pained and compassionate, they drew her in and held her, captivated her.
Not as soon as she had turned, his hands were on her, pulling her against him. She let out a sharp gasp as she felt his heat envelop her, the scent of spice and sandalwood wrapping its way around her senses the way his hands curled around her wispy waist. Her body just reacted to his touch the same way it always had, with heat and need, an unashamed lust curling in her stomach as his lips traced along her jaw.
They knew this was wrong, they knew this would only end in tears and heartache but for one brief moment, neither of them cared. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself to him as a wave of heat lapped through her body.
He returned her silence with his own as his lips traced the long vein in her neck, his breath turning her skin to gooseflesh as he went. She rolled her head to the left allowing him the access he desired before his lips found their way to her delicate v-shaped jaw.
For the briefest of moments, he broke his hot lips from her sweet skin, lowering his forehead to rest against hers, their breath mingling in the space between. He opened his mouth to speak before she took his mouth with hers, smothering his words in his throat.
He dropped his calloused hands from her waist to her hips before lifting her to rest on the table she'd been working on. Their lips broke for only a moment before he cupped her face and took them again. His heart thundering in his chest as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, gently grazing the back of his neck with her butterfly fingertips.
He was as lost in her lips as she was in his breath, tongues and hot kisses all mingling together as if they were missing parts to the same puzzle. He knew what he felt for her just as she knew what she felt for him, what they had felt for each other, growing stronger the longer they fought it. Three words that they couldn't speak, so beautiful and so painful that if they spoke them to each other it would break them. So they didn't.
His hands traced her soft caramel thighs, pulling the soft cotton of her dress further up her legs, her fingers curling into the back of his tunic as he did. She didn't refuse him when he positioned himself between her legs, actively allowing herself to be manoeuvred so they were both comfortable. He cupped her face again before kissing her with a renewed sense of fevered heat, a soft moan escaping her throat as he did.
His need for her was searing, each kiss each touch, each moment he had her to himself, was like a fire being fed dry kindling and he was ready to be completely consumed by the overbearing flames. He pulled himself back, only for a moment to meet her cerulean gaze, asking for permission from her. Pleading with her to let her be his, all of his. For a moment.
She met his honeyed gaze, reading the look in his eyes like only she could do, before nodding her approval. Granting him the permission they both so desperately craved. He didn't need anymore, he didn't even need words, he just needed her. All of her.
Despite the desire that had plagued them both for months, despite the ache so deep that no balm but the other could soothe and despite the fevered kisses and desperate touch. They were gentle. Each touch a word they couldn't speak, each kiss another feeling that tormented them, each moment wrapped in each other's arms a promise they knew they could never keep.
Yet, when they had brought each other to the precipice of their abject desire, they were quiet. She, biting down hard on her lower lip to stop his name from tearing itself from her throat in the cry she was feeling. He, burying his face in her neck as he violently shuddered against her frame the animalistic growl being lost against the fabric of her dress.
They clung to each other, the salt of their skin mixing as deeply as their uneven breaths and shaking limbs. She wanted to keep him there, pressed to her, strong hands circling her waist and soft hair tickling her now wet cheek. He wanted to stay there, her fingers curled in his hair, her delicate body pressed to his and her breath caressing his unmarred cheek. But they couldn't, their moment had passed. They both knew that.
So they untangled, mourning the loss of the others touch. They were wordless as they rightened themselves, him fixing his trousers to hide the arousal he was still feeling and her tugging her dress back down and smoothing it out. They looked at the other, their eyes lingering before he cupped her face again and placed a kiss so delicately on her lips that she felt the tears sting her eyes.
She covered his larger hand with her smaller more delicate hand, linking their fingers and placing a kiss against his palm. He felt his skin electrify under her lips, the same sparks exploding inside him whenever she would so much as graze his skin. She felt it too, how her skin would feel wholly alive when he was close… they both knew what that was, why they felt that way.
Then he retreated from her, like the snap of velcro tearing itself away, he didn't want to go. He wanted to hold her more, kiss her and whisper all the words that were on the very cusp of his tongue, just sitting leisurely behind his teeth waiting for the moment to come forth and shatter their worlds, he wanted to fill her with his desire and satisfy hers. He wanted to be hers.
She held his hand until she couldn't anymore until he was out of her reach, she felt that loss more than when he'd withdrawn from her, felt that ache in the deepest recesses of her soul.
Then he was gone and she knew what they shared was already a memory to them, that it would only ever be a memory. Her eyes stung with the need to shed tears, to release some of the pain she was feeling inside her aching soul. She wanted to be his.
But that was never their path.
A/N: I'm still working on 14 over 16, but had this scene in my head.
Please R&R