She wanted as she hadn't wanted in so very long.
Weeks of accepting the inevitable, the way things were, weighed her down. A familiar path she'd walked before in some ways. The same path different in, entirely too many ways. Too intriguing, too inviting to stall the journey, though she felt entirely too certain of the outcome to let hope kindle.
In many ways she'd been surprised when a chance encounter revealed the same heat-branded want she'd allowed to be thwarted years before. In other ways she'd been frustrated. As before, what she wanted, who she wanted, was beyond reach. Just as unattainable now as before, though for vastly different reasons.
Before she'd been too wary, too unsure of an offer made through subtlety and classic maneuvers. Too easily warded off perhaps. Too gun-shy from reading what'd been plainly written, only to have the story twist in a manner that'd helped her tear down her own foundations.
Now, now there was the same temptation, and though the lines were more easily blurred and the want was so much more, she held firm. As firm as she could.
Before the path had been relatively clear, until he'd made his interest known. A roadblock thrown up by another, had squelched the possibility before it'd gone beyond simple flirtation. Now the path was blocked from the jump, and she could no more stop the progression than she could stop the want and the guilt born of that want, from taking hold.
And gods did she want. Only his belonging to another stilled her tongue and softened her actions. Her reactions to his presence could not be made completely innocent, no matter how she tried. Not down deep where few could see. It didn't help that he was either unaware of his influence, or enjoyed the dance too much to care.
Even with the guilt of wanting something, someone, that belonged to, with, another, couldn't temper the ache and the silent wish.
Hard enough when she was awake and he was near to keep her mind and thoughts where it should be. Impossible when her sleeping mind took hold.
And the sweat soaked images that played there made even her routine visits to Sigil pale. The strength it took to kneel, to bend knee and accept another over her, the strength to submit, she found only when it was skin-to-skin, heat-to-heat. Needs and wants tearing the air as surely as lust soaked moans and husky-voiced demands. When flesh slapped and hands held hard, so many possibilities arose.
Weeks of accepting the inevitable, the way things were, weighed her down. A familiar path she'd walked before in some ways. The same path different in, entirely too many ways. Too intriguing, too inviting to stall the journey, though she felt entirely too certain of the outcome to let hope kindle.
In many ways she'd been surprised when a chance encounter revealed the same heat-branded want she'd allowed to be thwarted years before. In other ways she'd been frustrated. As before, what she wanted, who she wanted, was beyond reach. Just as unattainable now as before, though for vastly different reasons.
Before she'd been too wary, too unsure of an offer made through subtlety and classic maneuvers. Too easily warded off perhaps. Too gun-shy from reading what'd been plainly written, only to have the story twist in a manner that'd helped her tear down her own foundations.
Now, now there was the same temptation, and though the lines were more easily blurred and the want was so much more, she held firm. As firm as she could.
Before the path had been relatively clear, until he'd made his interest known. A roadblock thrown up by another, had squelched the possibility before it'd gone beyond simple flirtation. Now the path was blocked from the jump, and she could no more stop the progression than she could stop the want and the guilt born of that want, from taking hold.
And gods did she want. Only his belonging to another stilled her tongue and softened her actions. Her reactions to his presence could not be made completely innocent, no matter how she tried. Not down deep where few could see. It didn't help that he was either unaware of his influence, or enjoyed the dance too much to care.
Even with the guilt of wanting something, someone, that belonged to, with, another, couldn't temper the ache and the silent wish.
Hard enough when she was awake and he was near to keep her mind and thoughts where it should be. Impossible when her sleeping mind took hold.
And the sweat soaked images that played there made even her routine visits to Sigil pale. The strength it took to kneel, to bend knee and accept another over her, the strength to submit, she found only when it was skin-to-skin, heat-to-heat. Needs and wants tearing the air as surely as lust soaked moans and husky-voiced demands. When flesh slapped and hands held hard, so many possibilities arose.