It pains her not to be able to tell him what she feels for him. All she wants is to touch him. She wants to hear him whisper her name under his breath. She closes her eyes, imagines holding him, wrapping her arms tightly around his body as he takes her.
She is beautiful. All he wants is to feel her hair, touch her body, the softness of her skin. He wants to feel her in him.
He watches her, craves for her. Keeping a permanent memory of her shape and form inside of him, the curves of her breast on him. He needs her, wants her. He wants her all to himself.
He tries to hold back, knowing she wants him, but, promising to himself never to say a word. But, afraid one day, keeping silent won't be enough for him.
He goes to bed at night, making love to her only in his dreams, her hands are traveling up his shirt, her fingers feeling his bare skin of his back. He lies next to nothing.
Her heart bleeds for him. She knows he wants her, sees his feelings suppressed in him and any minute now an explosion will erupt.
He yearns for her. Her heart aches for him.
She loves watching him watching her. His desires for her, his hunger for her. She can only imagine what he feels for her.
Illyria wonders what it would be like to be with him just for a moment.
Just for a moment, Wesley wants her for himself.
It is a silent seduction for the both them.