the world shakes

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-22-2012, 10:27 PM

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(481)naw ;_;

The connection they shared was a rush of blood to the head and so much more. She could barely recall the events that had led to this predicament; the night’s incidents were a blur. It felt as though she was dreaming, corruptly fantasizing about her cousin like she’d done too many times before. Soon she would wake up and grudgingly realize that their kiss had been nothing but a figment of her own vivid imagination. Lilin sincerely found herself seeking proof, some kind of authenticity that would confirm the fact that Saul was indeed touching her in ways that only a lover would. Her desires were somewhat answered when the diluted taste of vodka on her tongue became evidence enough. Its smell was exceptionally powerful by any standard, which wasn’t incredibly tempting by itself. But harmonized with her beau’s naturally sugary breath, Lilin atypically found herself enjoying the tangy taste.

Saul did not pass up on her invitation nor hesitate an instant; he could follow and acclimate to her whims as much as he could redirect their relationship wherever his heart desired. Amidst their caresses, there was absolute respect and an eagerness to please each other. Her receivers folded back against her skull, momentarily reacting to the feel of his hand in her tousled locks of hair. There was something about the way he held on to her, groaning whenever their tongues met halfway; it all heightened the experience and made it that much sweeter. She couldn’t tell which sounds came from her and which ones came from him. Their bodies responded naturally, speaking a new language that neither of them fully understood.

The two-toned femme could hear the cadence of his breath elevate and reach new heights; his inhalation was deep and audible. In a way, knowing that she could have that effect on him was empowering and a little frightening all at once. The flux in his voice, his raspy gasps and the tightening of his hold around her were a prologue to a new perilous adventure; one she would eventually embark on, but not now. “S-Saul,” she whimpered through ragged breaths, shattering the moment by turning her head away from his maw. The euphoria in her mediterranean orbs gradually made way for shame and regret. She had opened Pandora’s Box by initiating their kiss and tasting the forbidden fruit but it had become too much in too little time. Insecurities came flooding back to her at the wrong time; too many things were up in the air. Their relationship had just reached a new level of bewilderment. “I should get to sleep. I’m... I’m so sorry.” With that, she reluctantly reverted back to the familiarity between them; depositing a peck on his cheek before retreating back to her hut. There was a methodical serenity behind her every move but she was screaming on the inside.

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