Revelations
Again, this belongs to the mouse. So read on and enjoy. Feedback please! I know this is shorter than Chapter 1 but I do so hope you enjoy the cliff hangers. I think the next chapter will definitely earn this story its rating. Can't Wait! My muses are calling!
Chapter 2
"Elisa!" Angela shrieked in happiness and bounded up on the pair. Her sudden appearance and outburst broke the stoic stand-off. Elisa smiled at her. Angela hugged her best friend around the waist picking her up as if she weighed less than a rag doll. Goliath used the moment to quickly and quietly escape down the stairs. His departure did not go unnoticed by Elisa. Her warm brown eyes narrowed as she darkly thought that he would not be let off that easily.
Goliath relived the moment over and over in his head as he walked down the stairs. He should've kissed her. He thought she wanted it as much as he. He'd felt wrong though somehow; stealing a kiss from his beautiful Elisa. He'd also felt humiliation. The human custom of kissing was not one he was well versed in. Truth be told, his first kiss was with Elisa, quick though it had been. Would she think less of him if he didn't perform well?
Goliath shook his head trying to rid himself of the mental image of Elisa, eyes closed, red lips parted, and her body leaning into his. He sighed in frustration. His tail lashed with his irritation. His taloned hands still tingled in the warm aftermath of touching her skin.
Oh, how great it would've been, to feel her moist mouth on mine. He thought. Goliath closed his eyes in defeat. When he awoke from his frustrated stone slumber with yet another passionate dream of Elisa, his mind had been filled with thoughts of her. Her cries, her heat, her thighs, her wetness; Goliath mentally begged the sky above to bring her to him. He'd been pleasantly surprised when he'd seen her waiting for him. He realized too late that her name spilled from his lips in a heated caress.
Her dress was beguiling. The dress was strapless, its length feel to just below her knees. She'd selected it in a red color that complimented her sun kissed skin. A tiny black belt enveloped her torso and rested just below her breasts. The dress hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. It left too much for his imagination. The shoes covering her tiny feet were patent leather black and had a slight heel. For a moment, Goliath imagined them on her feet in the position he'd dreamed her; one leg draped over his shoulder, the other spread far apart as he tasted her sweetest nectar.
The remnants of his dream had made him act boldly. He knew nothing for a moment than the need to be close her, feel her heat, taste her skin as he'd done in his dream. The cold reality of his actions struck him when Elisa offered herself to his ministrations. He realized he had no idea what he was actually doing. He'd stopped as he battled with the demons of his logic. Did she feel the same? Was she simply being kind? Worse, would she find him wanting and be unable to reciprocate?
Goliath knew that humans were constantly mating for little else than the sexual pleasure it brought them. He didn't want his Elisa in this fashion. Rather he wanted to gift her with his prowess, his strength, his protection, his vulnerability, his love, in the only way that mattered. He wanted to give her all, and wanted her all in return.
Elisa's reaction puzzled Goliath. It was as if the intense emotions of the moment hadn't bothered her in the least. Perhaps he had offended her somehow. Perhaps she found the idea of delving into a physical expression of love offensive, wrong, or monstrous. Perhaps she realized where her actions could lead and found it repulsing. Goliath shuddered at the thought of his Elisa loving him with the same love a human had for their pets. Though they did love them, they had no intention of being physical with one. Goliath resigned himself and knew he would have to apologize to her in private later. The pounding in his loins reminded him that he needed to be calm and level headed in order to deal with the situation. He decided to momentarily retire to the library in order to cool his ardor and gather his wits.
After an exuberant hello with Angela and a couple of the other guys, Elisa stalked down the stairs, searching for Goliath. Her head ached. Having faked being happy was more exhausting than she'd admit. Elisa clenched her fist in irritation. How dare he tease mercilessly and then run away from her at the first opportunity. Elisa seethed anger.
At the end of the long corridor, Elisa paused listening for any sounds indicating where Goliath might be. She heard nothing. Elisa decided to seek him out in the library. As she neared the double doors of the library Elisa felt a presence. She turned around expecting to see someone. The only greeting she got was the dark dimly lit hallway. Elisa felt a tingle of fear edge down her spine. Was Goliath now playing with her? Fear? Since when did she feel fear for Goliath? Her mind raced but she dismissed it and turned back around ready to open the doors and pounce. She'd teach him.
Elisa once again felt the presence and stopped, this time feeling a noticeable sensation of touch on the back of her arm. Elisa sucked in a breath and stilled. "Goliath?" she asked in the dark still facing the doors. Her voice sounded small to her. Elisa received no response. The touch grew stronger, this time trailing across her bare shoulders. Elisa regained her composure and once again felt the restless anger. "I don't have time for this," she said impatience adding a harsh tone to her voice. "I want an explin-" Elisa's words were cut off as she was roughly slammed against one of the stone walls. The air was knocked out of her. The hallway went dark.