Chapter 4: Revelations
Laurons POV
Despite her seemingly care free attitude she portrayed around Mikhol, especially in this situation, she was quailing inside. She had loved him almost from the very moment she'd met him. She despreately wanted to confess her love for him, but she to afraid that it might destroy the fragile friendship she had with him. She couldn't risk that, not after only just finding it.
She had loved him for awhile now. She had never denied these feelings, at first not even knowing them as love, but it soon became clear that love was the only thing it could be. Her heart always gave great leaps in her chest whenever he smiled at her. Her stomach felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering about whenever she saw him. Her voice faltered when he spoke to her and expected a reply back. Her body shook when he brushed against her as they worked and traveled. There was no denying that it was love. Any fooll could have seen it, any fool but him it seemed.
These thoughts were roughly pushed aside he spoke to her. "Lauron, are you okay? You look a little flushed." She snapped her attention forward just in time to catch sight of him unbuttoning his shirt and pull it off, making his muscles quiver with barely concealed power. She felt her face heat up again as she hastely averted her eyes.
She heard him chuckle quietly, obviously amused now. She looked up to glare at him but her breath caught in her throat and her eyes never made it to his face. She had never seen such a perfect body. She had been around a long time, so that was a large number of people to be compared to. He stood there smirking, his chest bared, shirt forgotten on the forest floor. Her eyes followed as his hands made their way to undo his belt and pants.
Suddenly she was staring at nothing but a pair of boxers. She felt her face burn as she pulled her eyes up to Mikhols face, secretly enjoying it as her eyes trailed over his sculpted body. He was still smirking, fully aware of the lust she knew was evident in her gaze. She was glad though, that she wasn't the only one struggling to conceal thier lust. Mikhol had an evident sign of it, in fact. This was unusual, Mikhol was normally very quiet and reserved, she wondered what had caused such a change in his demenor.
She had seen plenty of men naked before, that was nothing new to her. You couldn't live over a century and not see nude men. But this was Mikhol and thats what made it different. Other men she had seen where that ones that lay drunken in the streets or visted the Red Light Districts where she had worked as an errand girl, a position held by those to young to work in the brothels. Those men were evil, crude and unpure, nothing like Mikhol at all. Mikhol was the equivilant of a heavenly being. Mikhol was something different entirely.
She giggled and smiled in an attempt to seem at ease, a difficult feat at this point. As she began to make her way to the water, she beckoned to him to follow her into the stream. She felt her feet touch the edge of the water and she stopped to wait for him to venture toward her. She was wondering how he suddenly seemed do at ease with undressing completely infront of her. Then she found out why, he jumped into the water while simultianously ridding his body of its last article of clothing at such blinding speed she couldn't comprhend what happened.
She heard him chuckle again, as she began to wade into the water to join him. She could see him suddering in mock cold and splashed him lightly as she passed him to go deeper into the stream. They both knew that the only real cold either of them felt enough to bundle up in was in the farthest depths of the arctic circle. But she listened to him patiently as he prattled on about how he despised that she'd convinced him to do this. These were some of the fonder kind of moments she had of him and her together. So she had decided to tell him of her love, but for now it would have to wait, they had breakfast to catch.
At the bottom of the pool they waited for the larger fish to swim by. Some of them were smaller then her palm, but some were larger than Mikhols forearm. These were the ones thay targeted. She spotted one that seemed a suitable sized and drew Mikhols attention to it. She saw him nod to her and pull out a few kunai knives, a Japanese syle blade, and effectively pinned the fish to the rock face behind it. Even in the water, his skill with a blade was nearly unmatched. He had sunk the blades so far into the rock she couldn't even release them from their earthen prison.
She smiled at him at his antics as he tried to pull the knives from the bedrock. he smiled and mimed stuggling all the while making faces at her. She giggled at him bringing forth a small torrent of bubbles. She smiled back at him and began to swim to the surface for air, knowing he would follow. When she surfaced he followed not a moment later, while tossing the fish he'd caught expertly into the basket on shore.
She smiled at him, feeling her face heating up again as he moved closer toward her. She could feel the closeness of his body and it made her almost delerious with pent up emotion and caused her to squeeze her eyes shut in frustration. Just as she was about to speak she heard him take a breath and felt a pressure in her lips. With a slight shock, she realised he was kissing her.
She felt him begin to pull away, but she reached up and gently touched his cheek, reassuring him. She felt him smirk against her lips as he began to deepen the kiss, letting his fingers rest at the back of her neck and on her hip, silently seeking more approval. She leaned in closer, allowing his hand lay on the side of her throat, feeling her frantic pulse beat against his palm. His arm then completly encircled her waist and pulled her to him, his skin feeling of fire against hers.
Then just when she though the fire between their skin could get no hotter, he broke the kiss. He did not release her though, instead he pulled her into an enbrace, and she laid her head on his sshoulder, as she heard him whisper in her ear, " I love you." She felt as if the ground gave way beneath her feet. Had he not been holding her, she was sure that she would had fallen to the ground in shock. She drew in a shaky breath and said, " I...L-love you, t-too". She cursed herself for stuttering, but she felt his chest rumble with a quiet chuckle and she felt his lips on her cheek.
She felt him lift his eyes and look at her and she couldn't help but look away, ashamed at her marred face. She glimpsed his face harden with something akin to a mix of confusion and anger. Then she felt his fingers, calloused but gentle, grip her chin and turn her gaze upon again. " Why do you look away when I look at you? ". She shuddered at the hidden power and emotion in his voice, but she remained silent.
Then she heard him sigh as he leaned down to where he was nose to nose with her. " Is it because of these? ". He asked as he ghosted his fingers over the scars on her forehead. She looked away again, silently answering his question, but he gripped her chin again and turned her gaze to him once more. " Don't be ashamed of them. They are a testament of your victory over death, they do not marr your beauty."
She lifted her chin to look him in eye this time, and gave him a shy smile. She felt his chest rumble with another small laugh as he said, " Thats much better, your eyes shine more when you hold your head up. ". He kissed her again then, and she felt her eyes flutter close as she deepened the kiss.
His hands, again, found her throat and hips. She smiled against his lips at this. She had met many men before him, none had ever been lovers, but many had tried to be. They had never respected her boundaries like Mikhol did. Mikhol had never tried to force himself on her, and even now, though she could feel his body trembling with want, he silently asked her for guidance and what she wanted. This was one of the many reasons she loved him, his gentleness and kindness.
This time she smirked and she pulled back just enough to nip his bottom lip. She felt his muscles stiffen at the boldness of the action. Then she felt him relax as his tongue lightly ran over her lower lip. She smirked again as she readily granted him access. As their tongues battled for dominance she began to let her hands roam up and down his arms and wind her fingers into his hair. She was rewarded with a slight groan as she lightly pushed her body against his. She felt his grip around her waist tighten slightly as she persisted.
She tightened her grip on his arm and clenched her fingers in his hair a little more as she slowly began to drop to the ground, inch by antaginizingly slow inch so as not catch him to off gaurd. Soon they were on the ground. She could feel the smooth river stones press into her back, and felt the shallow water trickle under her back and hips. She could feel his fingers ghosting over her side and his other hands fingers tangled in her hair.
Then he stopped and pulled back, looking at her like a puzzle he was trying to solve. He leaned down again, but only pecked her lips before moving to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, " Are you sure you want to do this?". He looked her in the eye as he waited for her answer. She smiled, a real smile, adn whispered in his ear, " More than anything else I've ever done." She rubbed his arm reassuringly as she leaned up to kiss him again.
She felt his hand cup her cheek as he regarded her thoughtfully, then he whispered, " I love you. I really do. " She sighed contentedly and whispered back, " I love you. I really do, too. " he chuckled his seductive laugh again and kissed her.
She felt his hands begin to feel up and down her legs and stomach. She gasped as she felt him place feather light touchs on the insides of her legs. She could tell he smiled into their kiss when she did that. She began to trail her fingers down his chest and finally let one rest on his upper thigh. When she did that he broke their kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck.
Then he came to her breasts. He glanced up and she smiled and nodded, laying her fingers lightly on the hand that was supporting him on the ground, in reassurance. He dipped his head then and began placing butterfly kisses on her breasts. She couldn't help be squirm at the foriegn, but pleasurable, feeling. He looked up, but seeing her face, began again. This time taking a nipple in his mouth, almost tearing screams out of her. Luckily, she had a little self control.
With him positioned above her, she could feel his need against her. She moaned again as he took her other nipple between his fingers and she bucked her hips, feeling his hardened member brush her skin as she did so. This only ilicited more moans from her. Then, surpriseing even herself, she growled and wrapped her legs and arms around his lithe body, silently begging for more. She felt him shift within her grip to oblige to her silent demands.
" Are you sure? " She heard his words through a fog. She growled in frustration but replied, " Yes, I'm sure. Just please! " She pleaded, hoping that he would be completly reassured. She felt a pressure between her legs, she instinctively tensed, but forced herself to relax.
Then she felt him enter her, she shuddered at the feeling, it was wonderful. She felt complete. She could hear him groan as their bodies twisted together in a lustful dance. Soon, though they both reached their limit, and screamed each others names into the peaceful morning air.
