~You're In My Dreams~
-Part II-
lately it was his hands her thoughts wandered off to, whenever she was alone with the quiet humming of the breeze. It was strange to wonder about hands, she was well aware, but she did, she wondered about his hands, sometimes while she watched him work from her bedroom window and sometimes when it was dark, when she could make out the outline of his shy smile in between cautiousness and slumber. She wondered how they would feel perched lightly on her waist, or tenderly running down her porcelain cheek, and sometimes, she imagined they were scarred and broken beyond repair but would somehow move in a forgivingly delicate path over her skin.
The next time they met, it was something in his eyes that made her skin tingle, her knees quiver under the flimsy material of her day gown. His dark hair had been combed back neatly, his clothes changed, and his body scrubbed clean of the dirt that had clung stubbornly onto his skin the two times they'd met before. He watched her inspect him, his ebony eyes sweeping over her himself, making her cheeks twinge pink at his gaze. It's not that she'd been lacking of male admiration, it was something about they way his eyes drank her in that sent her pulse racing, as if she were a sparkling well in the middle of the desert, the first drop of water on moisture deprived lips, cool and remedying on his tongue.
"Milo" she greeted, her voice breathless from her surprise
"My Lady" his eyes dropped in respect, causing a tendril of dark hair to tumble out of his neat coif before his hand shot out to return it to its place.
"Cassia" she corrected, the gentle tone of her voice inviting his eyes back to meet up with hers, his dark irises intwining with the clear rims of her eyes, opposites in everything, light against dark, day and night, perfection in their disparity.
"Cassia" he agreed, his smile secretive, his hands resting at his sides, their surface brushing over the fabric of his tunic.
Their was a silence, a comfortable lull that she could see herself getting lost in, their eyes unwavering from their place, together, interwoven in an arresting dance of will they or won't they, her heart pounding desperately for the answer.
He had spoken, she realized, watching his mouth move mesmerizingly with words that flew right over her head, her thoughts choosing to stray into very new, very unladylike expanses, leaving her body feeling hot, droplets of perspiration forming on her neatly plucked brows, her breath becoming increasingly labored. She felt him so very close, the weight of his dark eyes pulling her further, her body choosing to focus on what he did to her...what he made her feel...
"Cassia?" he asked, his brows knitting with concern "are you alright?" he rose his hands so they hovered over the space around her, their calloused surface so close to the spans of her untouched skin, so close she could almost feel their roughness brushing tenderly over her skin.
The crisp afternoon air found her leaning into his gravity, searching for the contact her skin tingled for, but too soon, he dropped his hands and took a step back, further into the stable where their paths had unexpectedly crossed, the same one where she'd first learned his name, had spoken it into the dark night.
"I-Im sorry, I don't know what happened there" she laughed, a nervous sound that she didn't completely believe herself. She gave him a somewhat shaky smile, her eyes unable to keep from sweeping over his muscular arms, his shapely calfs...
It was his soft chuckle that drew her eyes back to his face, She watched his eyes brighten with amusement, sparkle with something a lot like mirth, his features soften in quiet laughter, mysterious in its origin
"What?" she asked, quite bluntly
he shook his head, his sable hair displacing at the motion, falling into an unruly pattern she found she liked much better.
she rose her eyebrows expectantly, making it clear she wasn't leaving until he spoke
He chuckled again, the rich sound dancing through the air between them, distracting her only slightly from his question
"Were you appraising my assets, my lady?" he asked, quirking his head teasingly
her jaw went slack in surprise, her eyes wide in embarassment
"What! No-I" she stuttered, feeling her cheeks flame, her eyes take a life of their own and sweep over the contours of his sturdy hands, lingering over his powerful chest...
She took a deep breath, her bottom lip trembling as the air escaped through her in an unexpected rush
"No... I..." her words fluttered by her parted lips in a gentle tenor, in an alluring whisper, her eyes carving a path up his body with a need no other man had ever enticed, before settling home, into the deep bottomless pools of his eyes
"I was just..."
She'd never seen anyone move as fast as he did just then, maybe it was his gladiator instincts that allowed his feet to move with the swift determination in which he lunged forward, or maybe it was the potent need that surged unswervingly through both of their hearts that propelled him closer...so unbelievably close. Whichever the universe chose to make peace with, she didn't care, because his lips were on hers, connected at the very seam, insistent, pleading, moving languidly across every curve of her soft mouth.
She felt a vibration surge from deep inside his chest, shaking the ground of her very soul, the feel of his gentle lips pressing and testing the rim of her mouth making her head spin, her hands reach out to bunch the material of his shirt in her trembling palms. She felt his hands, the same ones she'd been dreaming of, settle on her hips, his fingers clutching at the skin of her waist, and despite the barrier of cloth, she felt the heat of his touch, scorching, setting every inch of her aflame.
His lips turned nimble, his pace electric, hers frantic, lips moving relentlessly, so to taste him, all of him, take everything that he was offering, feel the candied jolt on her tongue, sending her senses into an enthusiastic trance, her hands on a curious path over his chest, over his muscular back as she leaned in further into his embrace.
They broke apart, lungs burning for air, for a substance that wasn't sighs that passed from mouth to mouth, begging for something besides their hums of pleasure that vibrated between the minuscule space between them. She let out a disagreeable sound at the loss of his lips on hers, only for his hands to pull her in close, their harsh breaths mingling into warm puffs of want, hot gusts of need. He breathed her in, refusing to part with the silky skin of her neck, rubbing the slope of his nose over her throat, the stubble on his jaw creating delicious friction.
"Cassia" came his susurrant whisper, her name sounding like she'd never heard it before, the syllables rolling around his tongue, the rasp in his voice doing something enticing to the notes of the name she'd had since birth, yet never heard it uttered quite like that.
"Cassia, Cassia...my lady Cassia" he whispered, punctuating each word with a placid kiss on her lips, on her face, on her neck
She decided to let the tittle slip just that once while she basked in the tender caress of his lips on her skin, gasping a disarrange of words that she intended to be his name
Milo
Milo
Milo
but instead, she feared, what tumbled past her lips were gasps and sighs of contentment that seemed to do nothing but encourage his regard, making it difficult to think straight, let alone hear the rustling of a gown approaching.
The figure advanced, startled by the intimacy of their embrace, by the disproportion of the sight, delicate untouched skin stark against overworked flesh, pure against tarnished, nobility against common..
Fortunately, It was Ariadne, who after various failed attempts of catching their attention, fearing someone was to round the corner any minute, decided to take matters into her own hands
"Cassia!" she called out in a loud whisper, eyes darting around the late evening for any servants who could have seen the exchange
they broke apart abruptly, stumbling backward, and breaking out of their ambrosial stupor, searching the darkening night for the source of their interruption.
"Ariadne, I-" Cassia started, taking careful steps towards her friend, trying to gauge her reaction through the shadows of the stables. Ariadne only shook her head, leaning forward to whisper, "I know, I see the way you look at him Cassia, I don't think I have seen you gaze at any man the way you gaze at that slave"
Milo, she wished to correct her, Milo, not a slave, Milo
She settled for returning her friends small smile, nodding at her request for the farewell to be quick and returning to him as soon as Ariadne had rounded the corner.
"You must go, my lady Cassia" she watched him watch her, thinking his eyes mirrored her enamored gaze, thinking that nothing had awakened her heart like the tender caress of his chapped hand on her cheek.
"We will be together soon?" she asked, unable to keep the hope out of her voice, unwilling to strip the affection from her words
"Yes" he assured her, his dark lashes casting a shadow onto his cheekbones with every blink of his captivating eyes
"I will see you in my dreams"
I am compleatly unable to write angst for these two, it physically hurts. So do not expect any erupting volcano or creepy roman in this story, just a quick heads up, because in my fantasy world of rainbows and butterflies, everyone survives and lives happily ever after! yay. Anyways, I have been trying to write the next part of this story practically since I posted the first chapter but my brain decided that no, so sorry for the delay (for any one who wanted the second part) I have received some really encouraging reviews that have helped me push forward with this story, so thanks ! Now that the kiss has been written, I'm not sure about a third part? would anyone be interested in seeing that? drop me a comment and let me know ! Hope you enjoyed this chapter
(My username has been changed for the sake of consistency with my Tumblr (which on the off chance that any of you Love Arrow and Olicity you should totally come say Hi) was Marpaloma is now Hisgirlfelicity! thanks for sticking with me)
Thanks for reading!
-Martha