05-06-2010, 05:49 PM
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They were similar in many ways, yes, but also profoundly different. He would probably have rated this at the bottom of what he expected could happen when he ventured from Inferni this day, the same as her, though for different reasons; Snake had never allowed anyone this close to him, stubbornly shoving everyone away because of assumptions. Assumptions that every place was like there, every person was like him or her. Life had been a continuance of repetitions, or so he had seen it. After a while meeting and exchanging shallow conversations all blurred into one, so much so that his weariness to it repelled him from meeting others. But today had changed that, introducing a conversation that actually captured his attention and a woman who was not at all like the shadows of others—immediately breaking precedents and making anything possible. His inability to guess what would happen was somewhat frightening at first, but now it was dangerously appealing. Snake had forced himself to let go of tendencies to control, letting things come as they did.
It was overwhelming, in a word. She overwhelmed every sense he had—her image was visible on the back of closed lids, her scent fogging his brain, a roaring in his ears that was not the ocean, her taste sweeter than anything, and the feel of her strong body and soft fur beneath his caressing hands. He abandoned tracking the passage of time, lost entirely in these and the growing passion that existed in each kiss. Snake could feel her fingers on his face, each like a tongue of flame—startling but attractive in its heat. He keenly sensed her arm encircling his waist, locking them together. He did not consider the future, immediate or distant, for time no longer flowed to where he could feel it. Snake was lost in this moment which seemed to stretch forever—which he almost wished would stretch forever—all until she broke away from him. Time returned to him as he opened his olive eyes once more.
They were still wrapped in the other's embrace, so close, but there was a distance that he knew he would go insane if he did not close it. Of course he dared not make that dangerous first move—his mind ingrained against it—but Lucia seemed to know that. Her words floated out to him, mostly interpreted through the studied movement of her lips because the sound was lost in the violent rushing in his ears. It was those words that broke down that fear, the tone of her voice that she half-heard and half-felt speaking more than the words did themselves. He paused for the briefest moment, realizing then that his breathing had adopted a ragged edge—very atypical for the level-headed coyote. A flash of a smile appeared on his lips as he returned them to hers, considering another wordless answer. But then he decided against it, murmuring, "I think you know," in a tone that was rough and thick, drunk with desire, before kissing her once more. But it did not last as long as he had originally intended, an impulse causing him to pause for a second and transfer his lips to trail along her jawline. His arm that had been around her shoulders lowered to her waist while the other crossed to pause on her hip before sinking to her thigh.
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They were similar in many ways, yes, but also profoundly different. He would probably have rated this at the bottom of what he expected could happen when he ventured from Inferni this day, the same as her, though for different reasons; Snake had never allowed anyone this close to him, stubbornly shoving everyone away because of assumptions. Assumptions that every place was like there, every person was like him or her. Life had been a continuance of repetitions, or so he had seen it. After a while meeting and exchanging shallow conversations all blurred into one, so much so that his weariness to it repelled him from meeting others. But today had changed that, introducing a conversation that actually captured his attention and a woman who was not at all like the shadows of others—immediately breaking precedents and making anything possible. His inability to guess what would happen was somewhat frightening at first, but now it was dangerously appealing. Snake had forced himself to let go of tendencies to control, letting things come as they did.
It was overwhelming, in a word. She overwhelmed every sense he had—her image was visible on the back of closed lids, her scent fogging his brain, a roaring in his ears that was not the ocean, her taste sweeter than anything, and the feel of her strong body and soft fur beneath his caressing hands. He abandoned tracking the passage of time, lost entirely in these and the growing passion that existed in each kiss. Snake could feel her fingers on his face, each like a tongue of flame—startling but attractive in its heat. He keenly sensed her arm encircling his waist, locking them together. He did not consider the future, immediate or distant, for time no longer flowed to where he could feel it. Snake was lost in this moment which seemed to stretch forever—which he almost wished would stretch forever—all until she broke away from him. Time returned to him as he opened his olive eyes once more.
They were still wrapped in the other's embrace, so close, but there was a distance that he knew he would go insane if he did not close it. Of course he dared not make that dangerous first move—his mind ingrained against it—but Lucia seemed to know that. Her words floated out to him, mostly interpreted through the studied movement of her lips because the sound was lost in the violent rushing in his ears. It was those words that broke down that fear, the tone of her voice that she half-heard and half-felt speaking more than the words did themselves. He paused for the briefest moment, realizing then that his breathing had adopted a ragged edge—very atypical for the level-headed coyote. A flash of a smile appeared on his lips as he returned them to hers, considering another wordless answer. But then he decided against it, murmuring, "I think you know," in a tone that was rough and thick, drunk with desire, before kissing her once more. But it did not last as long as he had originally intended, an impulse causing him to pause for a second and transfer his lips to trail along her jawline. His arm that had been around her shoulders lowered to her waist while the other crossed to pause on her hip before sinking to her thigh.