Viarook Day 3 - Exile/Reunion.
(Rook just happens to be Teia).
She walked towards the chaise lounge, but Viago stopped and pulled her back towards him. He placed his hands gently on her face and gazed into her eyes. Just looking at her soothed him. There was a comfort in being with her… in being in her arms. They may have had their problems, but she was the only woman who could look into his soul and know exactly what he needed.
He stroked his thumb over her lower lip before moving his hand through her hair and resting it on the nape of her neck. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, almost teasing her. The hairs on her arms stood up at his touch. The gentleness that he only ever showed to her. He kissed her deeply, savouring every second of her kiss. Trying to memorise everything about her for fear of forgetting anything about the woman who’d bound his heart with hers. He led her back to the lounge where he laid her back and they lost themselves in each other.
Afterwards, he laid with his head in her lap whilst she stroked his hair. She couldn’t believe she had this chance. She thought she’d never be able to do this again. To just be with him, to be vulnerable with him, in a way she’d never been able to be with anyone else. She looked down at him lying there. He looked content, but she was worried about him. She dreaded to think what he’d been through and hoped she’d be able to help him.