Lonely Hearts

The wanton desires were creeping more into his frame when she didn’t resist any of his movements, finding her to melt into him as if they were meant to be more than just a pair of soldiers taking a break from their duties. Returned affection fueled him, pressing back into her with a more tender longing. He couldn’t say if this was pent up want for something that died with his first crush and genuinely a want for the woman before him, or something else entirely. It was moving quickly, as if they were both drunk and lacking any cognition. Who went out and kissed a woman like this at the start of a first date? Someone he would usually find to be a scumbag, a creature of filth and no moral compass. Yet, as he tilted his head back a little before resting his nose against hers, he felt himself shiver just a little. Not from being cold but from a bustling excitement.

“You entice me to indulge in sin, sweet maiden. Intwine as one without either of us ever having to feel alone,” the words were soft, pining for more of her touch and warmth, to ravage her where they stood within the chilly waters that lapped at their limbs. Their bellies. About the only thing helping him keep his cool. His hands gently cradled her cheeks as he took in an inhale of sage and tilted her head to the side, his lips teasing gently against the skin of her neck if she allowed before stopping after a couple made connection. “You don’t deserve such untoward treatment in the open like this,” he exhaled out her scent to calm that temptation, trying his best not to lose his head and mess everything up.

The last thing he desired was to chase her off from being too bold or treating her like some whore he could do with what he wanted. He wanted to treat her the princess she was but equally wanted to do the very thing he was trying to control himself from doing. How he craved to hear his name trembling from her lips in begging pleasure and it kept him there, hesitant to draw away like he knew he should do.

What if she did want that? There was always a chance she wanted to be taken. His gaze raised to hers, a silent question he dares not ask before he might finally will himself away and release her from his grasp.

Art By Raven, Code by Ashon

What was she if she didn't want him to stop? She didn't want to think about all the ways this could go wrong, but instead she wanted to focus on the way his lips felt against hers. The warmth of his hands, the gentle caress of his voice, the way his lustful gaze lingered on hers. She wanted to get caught up in the moment and she wanted to experience this part of life with him. But...

He pulled away, his soft words playing over in her mind as they drew a shy smile on her face. He didn't want to stop either but he was being respectful, and this much she appreciated. She didn't know how to say no to him, nor did she want to. "Don't I?" she said, her tone teasing. She let out a small laugh and then pushed her cheek against his before turning and heading toward the shore of the river. The chill in the air was going to get to them both at this hour and she had tired of swimming.

"Would you think less of me if I said we should go somewhere more... private... then?"

The question hung between them in the chilly night air as she looked at him, her amber eyes wide with curiosity. Would he continue to push her away for the night or would he give in to his desires?

"Badari Tiamat speaking."

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When she abruptly invaded his space, his fur might have stood up if not for being weighed down by the water that clung to it, admittedly surprised by the additional affection placed upon his cheek. It was hardly fear that lined his spine in bristles but continued excitement he was losing his battle with as she toyed with him. How easy it was for her to crawl under his skin and wrap him around her finger without even trying as he watched her head toward the shore with an even pace, not at all appearing as affected as he with all this. Would she play the same game as Sakura, lure him in then vanish from his grasp forever as if she had simply been a ghost or fae having her fun with his heart? Were all women that way? He wouldn’t be surprised based on the women he knew. At least men were more direct in how cruel they could be, women made sure it hurt.

Shaking his head, he felt like now that she had fled his side perhaps, he would be out of her spell now or so he hoped. That timid hesitation of a question that entered the night’s wind would cause his ears to perk and all hope for sanity to prevail to go away. She wanted it. A smile pulled along his visage, all too eager to indulge them both with carnal desire but the question did keep him in place for a moment, thinking about it. He would undoubtedly think her less of a pure woman to fall to sin so easily with a man not her mate, so reckless and masculine in that mutual craving. That answer wouldn’t touch his lips, however, assuming it would put her off from his criticisms as many women with any spine or dignity would, yet he didn’t retract it entirely as he escaped the currents.

He brushed his flank against her, lips trailing the length of her neck till it nestled against her scruff, aching to grab her there but his teeth would stay sheathed. “Dirty girl,” he chuckled, letting it vibrate against her skin. “Not if you become mine and mine alone, Badari. Then you would be my personal harlot,” the words roguish, breathlessly teasing. It could be a trap he was weaving, though it was equally a wish to own her and to know no one else would touch her. She wouldn’t be a hussy if she only was touched by him and not just some one-night stand to pass the time. She had willingly gone into the process of an arranged marriage with another, what would hold her back from willingly giving herself to him, one she clearly pined for now? “And my queen I’d burn the world for,” he added after a short pause with more conviction; a promise if she accepted being his mate.

He would move to look into her eyes though he would not wait long for an answer as he started to guide her toward somewhere they could truly be alone. If she followed, that would be enough for the soldier to believe that she agreed.

-exit unless stopped-

Art By Raven, Code by Ashon