the world shakes

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-20-2012, 11:21 PM

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(468) ruh roh.

The sound of laughter was liberating in a way. He took quite well to her confession, confirming just how petty it had been of her to even worry. His incredulous inquiry was an entertaining enough to entice a smile out of her, although it was rapidly concealed with artificial innocence. “I would never,” she retorted, somewhat relieved that the mood had diverted from its crash course. But it was only temporary and sooner than later, she would eventually succumb to temptation. He was the forbidden fruit; that fact alone made him even more desirable. Lilin wasn’t particularly knowledgeable when it came to lust, love and relationships in general but she had enough common sense to understand her body’s indications whenever Saul devoted his attention to her.

His touch alone left a trail of sparks in its wake. If sinning felt this good, then she could understand why others lost themselves in a life of immorality. Lilin wasn’t in the right state of mind to be making lucid decisions and knowing this, she briefly contemplated bidding him goodnight before things got out of hand. But every time she entertained the thought, his touch effortlessly pulled her right back into limbo. Whatever little amount of common sense she still possessed told her that these feelings would not ebb away with a good night’s sleep; the fire had diminished with the lighthearted turn of events but it still dwelled deep within her, threatening to combust at any given moment.

Her cheeks radiated a dangerous amount of heat, this time triggered by her relative’s mirth in response to her clarification. At that moment, mediterranean orbs diverted away from his gleeful expression; a little too self-conscious about her unsteadiness. She had very little time to reflect over it, however. His suggestion pulled her out of her cocoon and before she could even object, the two-toned femme felt herself being lifted off the ground. Both of her receivers stood fully erect, visibly alarmed at her sudden lack of control over the situation. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his neck; bracing herself for an impending collision with the earth below. He wasn’t too sturdy himself, after all. “If you drop me-“ she began, contemplating what punishment she could issue. “You’re going to be in big trouble.” That much was true; she could come up with a sentence later on.

A hidden part of her did fantasize about toppling over to the ground where she would be able lavish the male with parallel affection and not struggle so much to find stability in the process. A flurry of images flashed through her mind; a woman’s imagination could be just as corrupted as a man’s. She closed her eyes then as if to chase the thoughts away but they remained firmly rooted in place. If only he’d known.

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