Firstly, I just wanna clear up some confusion. The phrase Nikola couldn't bring himself to say was 'the season of love'. Dearest, darling DragonAceSg7 (who's fic is amazing and you should all go read) pointed out to me how weird it sounded so kudos to her for being the only one to point it out to me :P
And yes, I cheated. I was not going to write about a xylophone. Or anything X-treme.
And I'm sorry about the melancholy.
xx
X is for the Xentriial that tried to kill us in the Amazon. Never have I both loved and hated an abnormal more than that particular beastie. Its pheromones were painfully potent and kept me on my toes for those horrendous three days in which we both threw ourselves at each other time and time again. It was my dream turned nightmare.
The lust was excruciating and then when you pinned me to a tree and proceeded to undress I was certain that we were in hell. I wanted you more than I had ever imagined I could and despite my rational brain blaming the situation on the Xentriial, the rest of me was more than willing to lose my hands in your red hair as I tugged you close for a sweet kiss that would no doubt have turned into the horizontal tango.
For all that those days deep in the forest were hard for me, nothing was worse than the look on your face when we arrived back in an actual township and the pheromones wore off. I couldn't tell if there was more disgust or fear in your eyes. I wanted to apologise for it all and I know it wasn't totally my fault but I can't help but think that if I'd found a way out of there earlier, things wouldn't have gotten as close as they did. If I hadn't been so excited about spending a few days alone with you in the forest I might have paid more attention to where we were headed and set up camp somewhere less secluded. Some stupid part of me chose the site so that no one would hear your screams of pleasure as I ravished you each night.
But that wasn't to be and I am glad. I can only think of how much worse things could have gotten if we'd actually gone that step further.
X is for the Xentriial that reminded me that bedding you would never be enough for me.