There could be no question of him being somehow unaware of the utter sensuality of his movements, however minute. From the distribution of his weight and the gentle slant of his hips; to the manner in which he drew back the crimson silk between those long, slender fingers of his to reveal the palely perfect skin of his thigh; his every gesture was endowed with an inescapable and yet almost careless elegance. And I had long since ceased to so much as feign indifference.
Now my gaze drunk him in, indulging the appetite that the months spent apart from one another had done little to feed. With little thought and entirely without inhibition, I reached between the split in the fabric that had once more closed over the garter holster upon his thigh, my fingertips blindly brushing first over the smooth metallic surface of his recently concealed revolver, and then ghosting with a feather-light touch across the warmth of his thigh.
Perhaps, knowing him as I did, I should have known better than to expect Alexios to allow the focus of our liaison to shift - even for the barest moment - away from him; unless, of course, he himself desired it to. His flippant response to my question merely prompted me to cock an eyebrow upward in bemusement. Well, I could hardly claim him to be wrong, in this instance. Nevermind the blood shared between myself and our twin sons; they’d certainly inherited a little more from me than simple DNA. And whilst I might be loathe to admit it too readily whilst in Alex’s presence - especially taking into consideration the current status of his most beloved vehicle - I could hardly help but be just a little proud of the proactiveness that they had demonstrated in its acquisition.
I remained still as he inched further toward me, content enough to silently relish the warmth of his figure rested flush against my own, my gaze fixed with a soft focus upon his features. Nevertheless, even I was incapable of resisting the hint of a smile that caught at the left corner of my lips as he murmured his admission. A quiet hum of acknowledgment sounded low in my throat, head tilting minutely to the side as I regarded him and my blue eyes flickering this way and that, committing every visible inch of him to memory. The hand that had remained quietly dormant upon his thigh slid upward, caressing his smooth skin with the lightest touch, and when I spoke it was with a quiet, musing tone.
Impatience, for once, won the silent internal struggle for control, and the narrow gap between our lips was bridged as I drew him into an insistent kiss. The hand that had been rested upon his cheek fell instead to grasp his slender waist, holding him firm against me as my tongue flicked across his lips, teasing them apart. Silk creased beneath my fingertips, my grip tightening even as I leaned back a touch, breaking the kiss with a cruel abruptness.For a long moment, I merely watched him in a pensive silence, jaw tightened and breathing ever so slightly elevated. Then I spoke once more, vocals tangibly lowered by the desire that he was all too talented at provoking, yet remaining smooth with a self-control that I wasn’t entirely committed to.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much I want you? Hmm?” A pause, lips quirking upward at the corner and perhaps the slightest hint of amused irony apparent within my tone, “no-one fucking else, just you,” my fingers, between his legs, snuck upwards to the warmth at their crux, “it’s not very convenient, you know.”
The game was dangerous, I knew. Each second was drawn out with lingering touches that held more heat than their intentions immediately revealed, slipping passed with painful leisure. It brought goosebumps to pale flesh, the reaction of this chosen form, red lips parted as the silk was crushed tight beneath Theron’s hands. A knot leapt to my throat as I saw the look, the change in his eye that meant all patience had fled. I longed to see it, knowing the consequences. Please.
Slender arms wrapped around Theron, draped over his neck as I swayed between my heels, shifting closer. The kiss was returned with an unveiled need, the red stain ruined in moments, bleeding from lips and smeared past the corners of both our mouths. But when it ended, I drew back, expression unreadable as I glared across the minute distance between us.
“Only me?” I murmured, a sharp inhale the only reaction to wandering fingers for the first moment. The feathery touches sent a shiver up my spine, visible as a heel scraped on the pavement, half step taken to part my thighs. I could not say I was not pleased to hear the rasping words, the effortless control just barely thinning. I can hear it.
“You could have me,” I whispered, upper lip curled, smile faded as claws flexed against his suit, dragging across the fabric with a sharp scratch. “All of me, only yours... with just a word.” Dark hair slipped across my shoulder, falling in loose waves as head tilted, lower lip taken between my own teeth in thought. Slowly, a palm was slipped from him to grip his throat, the tips of painted claws turned inward. Sharp eyes watched the skin sink around the filed points of crimson nails, words hummed softly, drawn out as if in thought. “At a moment’s notice, here. For... any need.”
Then, with a sudden tightening, beads of red oozed from shallow wounds from the broken surface of his skin. “But you don’t. So do not tell me this.” I growled, smearing blood across the soft of his throat with the flat of my thumb.
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