wc: 5+
SoSuWriMo: 522
It was a secret moment, one that would only be darkened by knowledge, tarnished by latter thought. In the here and now, it was essence of sheer purity. She forgot about all else but him, trapped as they were in this peculiar transcendental spiral of wants and needs. This was a steep learning curve for the boy, but he seemed to be handling it excessively well, with the utmost intensity in those blooming rose eyes. China felt as if she knew him in this space, or at least that she knew who she was. It seemed unimportant to seek further familiarity than the body warmth they presently shared.
He nodded, and the numbed hand beneath her palm took on a life of its own. Slender body arched slightly to the tantalizing touch, willfully pressing further into his hand, the smile on her face faded in replacement of a shallow gasp. Eyes, however, remained the same - Deep and still, lingering on the face of the boy as he set to playing with her pixie body. The hand that had lingered over his own know joined in a duet with its accomplice, trailing up youthfully muscles arms, entwining fingers in a dainty manacle clasp at the back of his neck. What wondrous things his touch was doing to her; What an ethereal day this had quickly become. Had he feared her, minutes ago? Or had it been hours? Time slid past her like tides in deep water. Maybe it had only been seconds.
One wily hand had risen to toy with her hair. She could feel the tips of sharp claws brushing, so gently, so carefully through granite locks, and shivered slightly. Her body felt tense, but pleasantly so - Drawn tight like the string of a well oiled bow. What innocent explorations they made were just the beginning for her, just the start of a hungering that simmered deep within freshly adult flesh. A soft sound, not a whimper, nor a sigh, but a mixture of both escaped from delicate maw.
They had reached a point of no return. From here, innocence teetered precariously. This felt natural, and right, for her - But was it so for him? Words brought back slightly glazed Lapis Lazuli, the beat of her pulse leaping gaily to that dangerously gentle voice. "Oh, yes," And in this moment, the organ was his, all his, should he wish to claim it. But not forever, for the fickle nature is a wayward one, and without his presence to hold its attention her misspoken heart would stray. She would forget the strength of the love she felt for him here, and would find pleasure in the flesh of another, surely. The only way to keep her adoration would be to keep her near, a canary in a cage, songless but beautiful.
Time for evolution to emerge from this cradle of tender caresses. Blushed fingers rose to twine within the unruly locks of pale gold, guiding his head down to hers. Small nose moved to brush, as hopefully it would, against his own, as lithe body edged closer beneath teasing palms.
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