SCENES
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WALLS SO THIN
"WHY wouldn't you tell him that?" Emma nearly shrieked.
"Because the Brennen you and I know is not one ready for a relationship."
"TRUE!" she replied, running fingers through her red hair "But knowing something like this could change things. He's already so overprotective of you, and you both flirt so hard!"
"I know." The feral whispered. "And how many other women does he 'flirt' so easily with? No, Emma. He won't know." The blonde watched the endless strip of highway, lost in her thoughts. "My own sexual tension is enough to deal with."
And what a tension it was. The feral side knew what it wanted. Brennen was young, strong and dominant in their realm of living known as Sanctuary. And he was unsettling to every one of Shalimar's senses, be it animal or human. Time after time, she'd round the corner or come up the stairs to see a half naked elemental handling his own business. Why this man had to 'literally' be so comfortable in his own skin, she'd never know. But it did make her smile. And he was always smiling at her. Hanging out and buzzing by during the day was nothing, however. It was the night that brought struggles.
One never-ending nail that loved to hammer into her nerves was the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. And her damned senses could pick up on him even through the reinforced rock of Sanctuary. At night, she'd shower, dress and curl up for sleep. But her eyes would flip open. Her nose could smell him- even at such a distance. And the twisting began. The woman lay wide-awake in the mass of sheets, just picturing the elemental next door. Was he reading, or working out (he loved to do push ups in his own room sometimes.) or was he lying there, twisting the same way over her? It was enough to make the woman have to pull off her P.J.'s and sleep on top of the covers. Of course the rock could never get cool enough then.
Thus, began her nights of prowling. Being up was so natural to her nocturnal feral. It was easy to roam her domain till morning. But, soon, the pull was there again, only this time it called her into his room. Shalimar had never felt more like a stalker in her life, but this urge to just see him was just there. And it grew till she finally acted.
Late one night, the small blonde built up enough nerve to push open the door to Brennen's room. Surprisingly, it was clean and minimal in its consumption. Her eyes glowed feral in the dark of the doom, and her nose twitched taking in his smell. She stepped softly, forwarding past the bare carpet to his bed. There, the stretched out elemental lay drowning in the mess of sheets. He was comical, and stayed with either a pillow over his head or the face of a two-year-old. His limbs would stretch across the mattress, glowing in heat against the cool white. How the feral managed not to touch him, she couldn't understand. His chest rolled it a steady breath, daring her fingernails to brush its dark lines. Even his legs, would race from beneath the sheets, leaving a concoction of tan flesh and muscle naked to her eyes. The curves would move, entangling with each other in the formation of a calf, then knee and a powerfully thick thigh. The sheets then interrupted, creating a shadow over the continuing ride of his body, and making the feral nervous with danger. Her fingers itched to pull the sheets from him, and let her eyes feast. But she knew better. As drowned out as Brennen was, the past life of danger had left him a light sleeper. And even with her abilities, the woman didn't dare accept the confrontation of him waking up. Too much could happen.
"Shalimar, I think you need to look at this another way." The redhead began. "You two have been doing this chase for so long, you're bound to be nothing but bundles of sexual energy. Letting things surface could erase that for you both. It may even improve your friendship."
"Friendship." She repeated softly. Even in her blatant want of his physicality, Brennen was undoubtedly a wonderful friend to her. They had managed to talk about anything, and even make fun of each other from time to time. It made the attraction so much stronger -that much stronger. "What? Friends before lovers?"
"Partially." The read-head continued. "It just may be all you need to open doors for yourselves. Everything starts with words. They're always the first action. Besides, your issues are not really physical- they're psychological."
"What do you mean?"
"After knowing him for so long, common sense tells you not to pursue Brennen. He's a playboy, maybe not like he was back then, but it's still there. And you are afraid of getting hurt." The red head clasped her fingers into a lock before they fell in her lap. "You won't tell him you love him, because you're afraid to trust him. You don't think he can be faithful."
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own the. Enjoy!
WALLS SO THIN
"WHY wouldn't you tell him that?" Emma nearly shrieked.
"Because the Brennen you and I know is not one ready for a relationship."
"TRUE!" she replied, running fingers through her red hair "But knowing something like this could change things. He's already so overprotective of you, and you both flirt so hard!"
"I know." The feral whispered. "And how many other women does he 'flirt' so easily with? No, Emma. He won't know." The blonde watched the endless strip of highway, lost in her thoughts. "My own sexual tension is enough to deal with."
And what a tension it was. The feral side knew what it wanted. Brennen was young, strong and dominant in their realm of living known as Sanctuary. And he was unsettling to every one of Shalimar's senses, be it animal or human. Time after time, she'd round the corner or come up the stairs to see a half naked elemental handling his own business. Why this man had to 'literally' be so comfortable in his own skin, she'd never know. But it did make her smile. And he was always smiling at her. Hanging out and buzzing by during the day was nothing, however. It was the night that brought struggles.
One never-ending nail that loved to hammer into her nerves was the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. And her damned senses could pick up on him even through the reinforced rock of Sanctuary. At night, she'd shower, dress and curl up for sleep. But her eyes would flip open. Her nose could smell him- even at such a distance. And the twisting began. The woman lay wide-awake in the mass of sheets, just picturing the elemental next door. Was he reading, or working out (he loved to do push ups in his own room sometimes.) or was he lying there, twisting the same way over her? It was enough to make the woman have to pull off her P.J.'s and sleep on top of the covers. Of course the rock could never get cool enough then.
Thus, began her nights of prowling. Being up was so natural to her nocturnal feral. It was easy to roam her domain till morning. But, soon, the pull was there again, only this time it called her into his room. Shalimar had never felt more like a stalker in her life, but this urge to just see him was just there. And it grew till she finally acted.
Late one night, the small blonde built up enough nerve to push open the door to Brennen's room. Surprisingly, it was clean and minimal in its consumption. Her eyes glowed feral in the dark of the doom, and her nose twitched taking in his smell. She stepped softly, forwarding past the bare carpet to his bed. There, the stretched out elemental lay drowning in the mess of sheets. He was comical, and stayed with either a pillow over his head or the face of a two-year-old. His limbs would stretch across the mattress, glowing in heat against the cool white. How the feral managed not to touch him, she couldn't understand. His chest rolled it a steady breath, daring her fingernails to brush its dark lines. Even his legs, would race from beneath the sheets, leaving a concoction of tan flesh and muscle naked to her eyes. The curves would move, entangling with each other in the formation of a calf, then knee and a powerfully thick thigh. The sheets then interrupted, creating a shadow over the continuing ride of his body, and making the feral nervous with danger. Her fingers itched to pull the sheets from him, and let her eyes feast. But she knew better. As drowned out as Brennen was, the past life of danger had left him a light sleeper. And even with her abilities, the woman didn't dare accept the confrontation of him waking up. Too much could happen.
"Shalimar, I think you need to look at this another way." The redhead began. "You two have been doing this chase for so long, you're bound to be nothing but bundles of sexual energy. Letting things surface could erase that for you both. It may even improve your friendship."
"Friendship." She repeated softly. Even in her blatant want of his physicality, Brennen was undoubtedly a wonderful friend to her. They had managed to talk about anything, and even make fun of each other from time to time. It made the attraction so much stronger -that much stronger. "What? Friends before lovers?"
"Partially." The read-head continued. "It just may be all you need to open doors for yourselves. Everything starts with words. They're always the first action. Besides, your issues are not really physical- they're psychological."
"What do you mean?"
"After knowing him for so long, common sense tells you not to pursue Brennen. He's a playboy, maybe not like he was back then, but it's still there. And you are afraid of getting hurt." The red head clasped her fingers into a lock before they fell in her lap. "You won't tell him you love him, because you're afraid to trust him. You don't think he can be faithful."