emma-dubois:
     muffled by the pillows his words did not make it past the fine cloth and was lost on her. she only heard sounds, harsh and unintelligible. perhaps the words was to her, perhaps it wasnât, her curiosity did not care for either options only that it wanted to know. the discovery was not gentle, and it took her breath away in more ways than one. like the bone quivering introduction to a grand orchestra, this was no soft opening. only when the music had sought and seized the attention of its recipient did it lull; drawing them in, tenderly, intimately, in gentle caresses and feathery kisses. no one had ever kissed her that way before. no one had tried. for she was a princess, a holy thing that was to be admired and never touched; who would dare? but augustus tulach had faced worst than the reprimand of royalty. violence and death were guests in his home, so what did he have left to be afraid?
as for emma; she knew what the sensible part of her wanted and the desires of her more selfish half did not coincide. it shows in the way her forehead remained propped against his temple with stubborn reluctance, in the way her lips hovered near his, unable to stay, unwilling to leave. dark eyes followed the bridge of his nose down to his lips. one palm remained on the nape of his neck, the other placed flat over his chest in equal bids to pull him in and push him away. âyou shouldnât have done that.â she exhales her response into his mouth just before their lips touch. âyou shouldnât haveââ and in the next moment, sheâs swallowed the sound of her admissions and sheâs kissing himâdesperately, urgentlyâ grasping at his shoulders so that she might pull him up onto the bed, as if the day might break at any given moment and the blanket provided by the night and its moon will draw back and reveal their passions to be something too dreamlike to exist in the real world. and perhaps it was, in any case, it was still dark, and if this was all god would allow then it would have to do.
he tried to slow his breathing, shorten it so she couldnât tell how clearly this affected him. just her forehead against his, hard like her stubborn nature, tested his will to slow down. he followed her gaze down, not sure what she was looking at each moment of hesitation but knowing it was some part of him. augustus nodded as she exhaled the revelation he had uttered only moments ago. he expected her to pull away, although some part of him hoped she wouldnât just in the tone of her voice. then she repeated it, or tried to, at least, when their mouths miraculously found each other again. itâs different this time, knowing she was kissing him, she had initiated it. it humbled him and made him feel powerful at the same time, hands pressed firmly to her neck. augustus pushed himself up more as her hands pulled at his shoulders, leaning into an angle that was more suited to fit their furor for consuming each other entirely.
augustus climbed onto the bed, refusing to pull apart from emma, and shifted so he was right next to her rather than on top of her. âthat one wasnât my fault,â he whispered softly, cheekily. he wore a stupid smile, thumbs stroking the tops of her cheek bones as he had developed a habit to do. before either of them could realize how bad of an idea this was, augustus leaned back in, slotting their mouths together once again, but instead of letting emma take control of the kiss, he held onto it. augustus guided her mouth into a slow moving kiss, feeding that same desperation that had stirred both of them to act, but in a way that was more in control, more of a sweet and dangerous burn.Â















