He was close. Almost too close for Sandry's liking. She felt as if she'd
been backed into a corner. When she looked around, she realized that that
was exactly what had happened. Briar had positioned them in a shadowy
outcropping in the wall. It was cool outside, but for some reason the air
around the two of them seemed to crackle with heat.
The silence had extended too long.
Stubbornly sticking out her chin, Sandry tried to pull herself together.
When she spoke her voice broke, so clearing her throat, she tried again.
"Briar, I think it's time that we headed back to Discipline now."
"That's not what you really want, is it Sandry?"
"I - I don't know what you mean."
"Tell me the truth. What you really want is this."
Swiftly leaning down, he captured her lips in a toe-curling kiss. Sandry,
feeling suddenly weak, eased against him for support.
He kissed her slowly, making her feel as if there was nothing but the two
of them. Sandry closed her eyes and began to kiss him back.
Somewhere in the distance she heard the chime of a gong, but ignored it.
She was starting to feel lightheaded. She would need to breath soon, but
who cared about air when she could inhale Briar's unique scent, a mixture
of male, earth and a musky scent of sandalwood soap.
Finally it got to the point of breath or suffocate, so she wrenched herself
away, just as Daja's voice filled her mind.
Sandry! Briar! Lark said it's time for supper. Rosethorn added that if you
two aren't back in ten minutes, she will hunt you down, and that it won't
be pretty when she finds you.
Briar was breathing just as hard as Sandry was, but answered anyway.
We'll be right there, Daja. Thanks.
Sandry felt him cut the magical connection.
He was looking at her in a way that was both thrilling, yet unsettling.
The same way he had on the roof yesterday.
She pushed him back, this time he actually moved.
"Briar, I think it's time to go back now."
When she realized that it had been those words that had started the whole
thing she began to laugh. Briar took her hand, and started to walk back to
Discipline.
"Are you going to explain what's so funny?" He asked when they were at the
bottom of the stairs.
She giggled, then told him.
He started laughing, and they were still laughing when they got back to the
cottage.
They walked in together, still chuckling at themselves, not even realizing
that they were still holding hands.
"And just what is so funny?"
been backed into a corner. When she looked around, she realized that that
was exactly what had happened. Briar had positioned them in a shadowy
outcropping in the wall. It was cool outside, but for some reason the air
around the two of them seemed to crackle with heat.
The silence had extended too long.
Stubbornly sticking out her chin, Sandry tried to pull herself together.
When she spoke her voice broke, so clearing her throat, she tried again.
"Briar, I think it's time that we headed back to Discipline now."
"That's not what you really want, is it Sandry?"
"I - I don't know what you mean."
"Tell me the truth. What you really want is this."
Swiftly leaning down, he captured her lips in a toe-curling kiss. Sandry,
feeling suddenly weak, eased against him for support.
He kissed her slowly, making her feel as if there was nothing but the two
of them. Sandry closed her eyes and began to kiss him back.
Somewhere in the distance she heard the chime of a gong, but ignored it.
She was starting to feel lightheaded. She would need to breath soon, but
who cared about air when she could inhale Briar's unique scent, a mixture
of male, earth and a musky scent of sandalwood soap.
Finally it got to the point of breath or suffocate, so she wrenched herself
away, just as Daja's voice filled her mind.
Sandry! Briar! Lark said it's time for supper. Rosethorn added that if you
two aren't back in ten minutes, she will hunt you down, and that it won't
be pretty when she finds you.
Briar was breathing just as hard as Sandry was, but answered anyway.
We'll be right there, Daja. Thanks.
Sandry felt him cut the magical connection.
He was looking at her in a way that was both thrilling, yet unsettling.
The same way he had on the roof yesterday.
She pushed him back, this time he actually moved.
"Briar, I think it's time to go back now."
When she realized that it had been those words that had started the whole
thing she began to laugh. Briar took her hand, and started to walk back to
Discipline.
"Are you going to explain what's so funny?" He asked when they were at the
bottom of the stairs.
She giggled, then told him.
He started laughing, and they were still laughing when they got back to the
cottage.
They walked in together, still chuckling at themselves, not even realizing
that they were still holding hands.
"And just what is so funny?"
