taste the night

Lilin Soulstorm · 05-02-2012, 07:20 PM

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She hadn't known what to expect. On that fated night, everything she'd wrongfully assumed about Saul (and how predictable of a man he could be) had been shamefully exiled to another time and place. While this added to their relationship's excitement, piquing her curiosity at every turn; it also scared her to think that, as much as he'd had enough courage to kiss her, the same courage could be applied to outright rejection. Insecurities were endless but not strong enough to surpass her need for an emotional and physical connection, right then and there. If he decided otherwise, she would understand and take her leave. But given his slow reaction, the premeditated stir in his sleepy trance and the creamy hand that traced its way down to her waist; Lilin knew there wouldn't be much explaining to do in order to redeem herself.

The tension in her body mimicked his, escalating dramatically as she too, was seemingly struck with the realization that her buttocks gently pressed against his groin. It had taken very little guidance for the male to redirect her in a way that pleased them both immensely; as subconsciously as it had been done, her acceptance was just as intuitive. There she rested, perhaps a little too stiffly in the encasement that his arms constituted. Minutes ago, the Soulstorm heir had struggled to get air back into her lungs and now, the exact opposite ocurred as she held her breath. The feel of her hair being parted by Saul's muzzle was enough to make her exhale shakily, her breath resounding in the night's silence. Thankfully, he spoke first and brought their already derailing situation back to a more serious note.

Although Lilin was not a particularly secretive creature, her personal business rarely found its way to the ears of others. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been questioned, especially if it concerned her whereabouts. It took several moments for her mind to process that Saul, especially after the intimacy they'd shared, was now entitled to know as much. She accepted that, but it didn't make answering his inquiry any easier. Pursing her lips together, painfully aware of how difficult it would be to put her thoughts into words, she allowed a few elusive words to be murmured into the quiet air; as if afraid anyone would overhear. ''Around, I guess,'' she started, knowing well enough Saul would have none of it. ''Salsola for a day.'' With a sigh, her own hand captured his in a tight grip, nearly choking on the words he was truly waiting on. ''I needed time to think about us. We shouldn't be-'' she huffed, flattening her ears and dropping her voice even lower. ''doing these things to each other.''

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