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ask, my voice shaking.
She licks the cone
again, pondering.
But it's already
done.
This. Whatever this
damn thing growing between us is. It's already done.
So it is no
surprise when her expression settles.
No surprise, but it
still sings through me like a fucking song, one I know without ever having
heard it.
It still makes my
heart kick in my chest, like the first time I saw Del.
"Tonight, I
want you to make me forget," she whispers.
I lean across the
rock and the sunlight flares across the sky, painting the world golden and red
and the deepest purple I've seen in a hundred thousand sunsets.
When I kiss her, it's
under that color - bright
sky, with my power flaring like a supernova and I feel the arrow on my wrist
tingle.
I close my eyes and
press my lips to her and lick into her mouth as my power runs wild and rampant,
and she shudders under it.
Her fingers are
braced against my shoulder, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. It feels
like Del, yet utterly different.
She tastes like
chocolate and the wild , wind - tossed mountains I
used to love, and she tastes like home.
We're wrapped
around each other when we fall into her car. She hasn't quit touching me since
we lost that damn ice cream cone and I licked the taste of chocolate from her
lips and all that remained was the sweet warm taste of Iris .
The ride back to my
apartment was long as fuck, and I had to bat her hand away from my cock four
times before Del snarled, softly, and planted herself in my lap, glaring golden - eyed at Iris.
Which would
probably have annoyed any other girl.
I held my breath,
waiting for it to annoy Iris. Instead she laughed, this wild , free thing that
banished the last shadows that had been clinging to her all day.
She brushed a
finger over Del's little head and she grinned. " Okay , kitten. I'll
leave him alone. Until we get home."
I shudder because
that word in her mouth, about my place. It's every fucking thing.
"Iris," I
murmur when her fingers feather over my thigh, and she laughs, low and dirty.
Pulls away.
“Take me home,
Apollo.”
When we step into
my apartment, I’m almost shaking with the urge to reach for her, to drag her
into my arms and kiss her senseless. She’d pulled away in the car, sitting
almost demurely against the door, her eyes glittering with amusement as she
watched me and we drove.
But I pause,
watching her take in the little apartment.
I watch her as she watches the
space as it’s revealed to her.
It looks too lived
in, shabby and cluttered, and comfortable. My guitar and a lute are on the
table, cluttered with scraps of paper scribbled with lyrics and music.
The sink is
overflowing with dirty dishes and I have a heartbeat of ‘oh shit’ before she
grins, toothy and amused, and turns her gaze to my sitting area. The sun is
streaming and as I follow her into the room, it blossoms strong.
She’s in my space,
the scent of her filling my senses. And basking in my light.
I couldn’t resist
her if I tried.
As it is, I don’t.
I tug her to me,
and she laughs, low and sexy when I take her by the hips, pulling her into the
sunlight. Del darts away, snarling under her breath, and I dismiss her
entirely, because I’m in my chair, and the sunlight is everywhere, soaking into
me and turning her into a gilded statue, all love and light. I pull her into my
lap and she settles there like she belongs, her hands in my hair and her knees
on either side of my hips.
“What are you doing
to me?” I murmur and she smiles.
She kisses like a
revelation, slow and easy, all of the earlier rush and fury soothed now, as she
learns the shape of my mouth and licks at the seam of my lips.
And I let her,
keeping still and passive as she licks into my mouth and nips at my lips,
tasting until it feels like she’s devouring me, and still wants more. Until
she’s rocking against me, her sweet little body anxious and needy, tiny noises
spilling out and I swallow them down like ambrosia.
When
She licks the cone
again, pondering.
But it's already
done.
This. Whatever this
damn thing growing between us is. It's already done.
So it is no
surprise when her expression settles.
No surprise, but it
still sings through me like a fucking song, one I know without ever having
heard it.
It still makes my
heart kick in my chest, like the first time I saw Del.
"Tonight, I
want you to make me forget," she whispers.
I lean across the
rock and the sunlight flares across the sky, painting the world golden and red
and the deepest purple I've seen in a hundred thousand sunsets.
When I kiss her, it's
under that color - bright
sky, with my power flaring like a supernova and I feel the arrow on my wrist
tingle.
I close my eyes and
press my lips to her and lick into her mouth as my power runs wild and rampant,
and she shudders under it.
Her fingers are
braced against my shoulder, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. It feels
like Del, yet utterly different.
She tastes like
chocolate and the wild , wind - tossed mountains I
used to love, and she tastes like home.
We're wrapped
around each other when we fall into her car. She hasn't quit touching me since
we lost that damn ice cream cone and I licked the taste of chocolate from her
lips and all that remained was the sweet warm taste of Iris .
The ride back to my
apartment was long as fuck, and I had to bat her hand away from my cock four
times before Del snarled, softly, and planted herself in my lap, glaring golden - eyed at Iris.
Which would
probably have annoyed any other girl.
I held my breath,
waiting for it to annoy Iris. Instead she laughed, this wild , free thing that
banished the last shadows that had been clinging to her all day.
She brushed a
finger over Del's little head and she grinned. " Okay , kitten. I'll
leave him alone. Until we get home."
I shudder because
that word in her mouth, about my place. It's every fucking thing.
"Iris," I
murmur when her fingers feather over my thigh, and she laughs, low and dirty.
Pulls away.
“Take me home,
Apollo.”
When we step into
my apartment, I’m almost shaking with the urge to reach for her, to drag her
into my arms and kiss her senseless. She’d pulled away in the car, sitting
almost demurely against the door, her eyes glittering with amusement as she
watched me and we drove.
But I pause,
watching her take in the little apartment.
I watch her as she watches the
space as it’s revealed to her.
It looks too lived
in, shabby and cluttered, and comfortable. My guitar and a lute are on the
table, cluttered with scraps of paper scribbled with lyrics and music.
The sink is
overflowing with dirty dishes and I have a heartbeat of ‘oh shit’ before she
grins, toothy and amused, and turns her gaze to my sitting area. The sun is
streaming and as I follow her into the room, it blossoms strong.
She’s in my space,
the scent of her filling my senses. And basking in my light.
I couldn’t resist
her if I tried.
As it is, I don’t.
I tug her to me,
and she laughs, low and sexy when I take her by the hips, pulling her into the
sunlight. Del darts away, snarling under her breath, and I dismiss her
entirely, because I’m in my chair, and the sunlight is everywhere, soaking into
me and turning her into a gilded statue, all love and light. I pull her into my
lap and she settles there like she belongs, her hands in my hair and her knees
on either side of my hips.
“What are you doing
to me?” I murmur and she smiles.
She kisses like a
revelation, slow and easy, all of the earlier rush and fury soothed now, as she
learns the shape of my mouth and licks at the seam of my lips.
And I let her,
keeping still and passive as she licks into my mouth and nips at my lips,
tasting until it feels like she’s devouring me, and still wants more. Until
she’s rocking against me, her sweet little body anxious and needy, tiny noises
spilling out and I swallow them down like ambrosia.
When
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