Drabble:105
POV:Third Person
He doesn't wanna think about it. He'd spent the last few months thinking about it.
He wanted to know, to feel, to touch, to possess her. He wanted her. He wanted her in the most primal of ways, and in the most honorable way; he wanted her in every way a man could want a woman…
He wanted her body, heart and soul. Not necessarily in that order. But he wanted her, all of her. And oh, he loved her.
He loved her so, so much that it hurt…..
He'd spent nights dreaming about her, only to awake from those dreams and reminisce about the night of the lust charm. The hazy memories should have lost their appeal by now, but in spite of the hundreds of times he'd replayed it over and over in his head, they'd only sharpened in details, torturing his mind.
Every day he'd spend two entire hours with her, just the two of them. And then he'd spend most of his free time guarding her classes or just haunting places where she might be. And he'd pretend not to feel these feelings for her, to not look at her, to not feel her steady gaze on him, but sometimes he'd slip up. And his eyes would show her everything. And she'd understand, she'd tell him everything with her eyes.
She wanted him to fight, to lose control, to give in to her. And oh, he wanted to…
But then reality would set in, and the consequences of their choices would come crashing on his head and he'd shut himself off from her, his guard going up. Her sighs would be the only indicator that he'd dashed her hopes…..again and again and again.
She'd already thawed the ice that was his heart, making him give pieces of himself to her, pieces that he'd never revealed to anyone else. And now she was breaking his walls down, causing his impassive façade to crack.
There was only so much a man could take…
He'd often wondered how her body would feel molded against his, not caused by the conniving arts of a devious villain, not a result of their trainings either, but the outcome of their scorching attraction.
He'd wondered how she'd look at him as he hovered over her, as his hands set her on fire…how her calloused fingers would feel as they traced his muscles…how her smell would overwhelm his senses as he kissed her senseless…
He'd dreamed, he'd fantasized, but he'd never dared to hope….
But now, looming over her in the cabin, with her limbs wrapped around his body, the crackling woods in the fireplace making the only the sounds as they stared at one another-as he looked at her loving eyes and her swollen lips-he realized the gravity of the situation.
He had two options now. To walk away and carry on like this never happened or to give in to her, to them, to choose them. To realize all his dreams. Seconds seemed like minutes as he pulled back from her and contemplated, still looking into her eyes, getting heated by her gaze.
His decision was made. But she came first. He'd still give her an out if she wanted it.
"We can't", he whispered, his eyes implying the exact opposite of what he was saying.
"I know", she acknowledged huskily, recognizing the turmoil within him, but also giving him her answer.
He was blessed. She was on fire. He was her anchor, she his salvation. He'd made his choice. He'd chosen her. He'd decided to let go, to give in to her.
"Roza", he whispered, as he brushed hair off her face.
"Dimitri", she breathed, caressing his jawbone with her fingertips and with her eyes.
He lowered his head the same time she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down.
And while the fire burned and wind whispered through the woods, two souls merged together as two bodies became one.
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