They stopped and even Rofes seemed to hold its breath. For the first time, Ishikarr allowed himself to freely gaze into Ryedor’s liquid blue eyes. The starlight lay in their abyss, shivering, glittering in their newfound home. The silver of the moon highlighted her fuchsia hair, casting a celestial halo. Ishikarr swallowed.
Neither spoke, not wishing to ruin the sacredness of the moment. Ishikarr brushed Ryedor’s hair back behind her ear, letting his fingers trail the full length before letting it float back to her chest. She was so soft, so warm. He stepped closer, watching her lips, leaning closer.
Before he expected to reach her, he felt her lips against his, soft, gentle, tentative. He waited, hoping against hope that she would return the kiss. It was as if she was testing him… but for what? The reality of his love? Patience? There was no problem with the first, but the second…
Oh, nar’Reos, how long would it take? Ishikarr was about to break away and back off when, at last, Ryedor threw her arms around his neck, pressing against Ishikarr as if he were her final lifeline. Her scent of lavender and clove washed over him like a drugging perfume. Rofes resumed its chorus, magnifying into a glorious crescendo that encircled them both in their first taste of what it meant to become a single entity. Ishikarr pressed further against Ryedor’s mouth, enjoying every detail of the moment as he simply lost himself in her embrace.
At last, far from satisfied, but at least a little appeased, they broke away and Ishikarr simply held her in his arms, laying his cheek on her forehead, unable to let the moment go just yet.
Neither spoke, not wishing to ruin the sacredness of the moment. Ishikarr brushed Ryedor’s hair back behind her ear, letting his fingers trail the full length before letting it float back to her chest. She was so soft, so warm. He stepped closer, watching her lips, leaning closer.
Before he expected to reach her, he felt her lips against his, soft, gentle, tentative. He waited, hoping against hope that she would return the kiss. It was as if she was testing him… but for what? The reality of his love? Patience? There was no problem with the first, but the second…
Oh, nar’Reos, how long would it take? Ishikarr was about to break away and back off when, at last, Ryedor threw her arms around his neck, pressing against Ishikarr as if he were her final lifeline. Her scent of lavender and clove washed over him like a drugging perfume. Rofes resumed its chorus, magnifying into a glorious crescendo that encircled them both in their first taste of what it meant to become a single entity. Ishikarr pressed further against Ryedor’s mouth, enjoying every detail of the moment as he simply lost himself in her embrace.
At last, far from satisfied, but at least a little appeased, they broke away and Ishikarr simply held her in his arms, laying his cheek on her forehead, unable to let the moment go just yet.
4 comments:
*sigh* That was lovely.
So satisfying!
Very nice!
honorable mention!
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