Garth was unfortunately right about this damn absinthe. It literally overtakes your senses, and for the first time in my life I was actually experiencing what it's like to not be in control of my emotions. And to make matters worse I was in close proximity to him. A realization that was cruelly dawning on me now is the fact that when you're used to having your feelings in check all the damn time, you'll never be prepared for the day they are set loose.
Sadly that day is today, or should I say fortunately? My eyes are watery, and this hunk of a man, solid rock rigid muscles is here, holding me and saying yes to what I just requested of him. Kissing me with a passion that I never thought one person could posses, Reid claimed my mouth with his with an expertise one could only dream about. An answer to my plea, my wishes, the illusion that i had drawn out for him. But what if he doesn't want this? I mean, he did break away when we were dancing so..... I slowly break the kiss and settle my hands on his broad chest. I could feel his heart palpitating and hammering beneath his huge muscular peck.....
"What's wrong?" he asks his eyes searching mine like a cry for help. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers cupping my face with his huge hands. Same hands that have trained, punched and drawn sigils, calloused and rough but offer such a gentle touch now.
"The opposite actually." I whisper out of breath.. "I just need to know that you want this too....that....that you're not doing this just because I asked you to." I confess shyly. Well there's a word I never thought I'd use to describe myself. Shy.
He uses his right hand cupping my face to tip my face up by the chin and his left to take my right hand as he slowly slid it all the way down and let it rest on top of the bulge of his groin. "Does that feel like I don't want you Reika?" he says roughly barely able to breath. My breath catches in my throat as well when I feel him.....well his other him press more into my touch. "Because all I ever do is want you love," he confesses.
"You don't know the number of times I have to get myself off or run an ice bath after our training sessions all because of wanting you." He adds on, the wanton so viscerally visible in his eyes. Fuck I was dead here. All this time? He probably reads the astonishment on my face before he adds on.
"I know you might not feel the same way because of....Garth but please...." Jesus Christ the plea in his tone broke me.
"I know you'd rather have him than...."
"I don't." I finally interject.
"I don't...." I pause and harden my gaze. "Want him."
"But you've been fuckin....."
"No...I ...I haven't I, we only make out." I clarify. At this point we're both panting and sweaty, why I cannot tell. He stares hard at me, the urge to say something is clearly chipping at him. With a wave of his hand a portal appears, different from the one I'm used to seeing, this one is blue and silver. He slowly comes off me and ushers me toward the portal gently as he holds my hand. Clear that he doesn't want to hold this conversation here.
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King sized bed with blue sheets, the energy shift in here was insane. It felt more.....magnifying to be here, in what I'm guessing is his room at meridian. The energy was so clean and freeing and it doesn't even take a seasoned sage to know how heavily warded it must be in here.
"Damn, what are you guarding in here? Gold?" I joke but as soon as he closes he portal he pulls me to him gently and kisses me with a passion akin to Achille's for Patroclus. Without holding back this time, I hold onto him for dear life and kiss him like my life depends on it.
So you and Garth never.....his thoughts find me mid kiss. I totally understand why he would feel this this way, and oh to live with that type of torture for that long. No, we never got to that point, and honestly I'm to blame for that.
I admit and the kiss instantly slows to a softer rhythm then to a slow halt but his huge hands still remain cupping my face. My eyes open slowly and meet with his, we're both panting like animals on the hunt with a hunger and wanton so feral but it can wait. "What do you mean?" he whispers his thumb stroking my right temple. God the focus of his eyes has such a hold on me, not that I'm complaining. I guess I was never meant to think I would ever experience something like this, and by the looks of it, neither was he.
"The night before our first official training Garth and I ah...." I pause and hold eye contact to see how he'll take this, no emotion displayed yet, okay I guess. "He came to my room and we both knew it was gonna happen, well sorta knew. And it was gonna happen, until it didn't because you were on my mind and I couldn't go through with it." I confess and he first hesitates, now slow by slow he takes slow steps guiding as both to the nearest wall and has me there, eyes still on mine, his body achingly pressed to mine in the best type of way. "Then what?" he growls in my ear and his hand moves from my face all the way down to the place in between my legs but he hesitates and seeks for approval in my eyes and only when I give a slight nod does he proceed to part my dress at my slit, his hand caressing my thighs first.
"Then I..." I struggle to continue the moment his fingers find their mark. I didn't even realize how wet I am until his fingers found my clit, I was aching for him, already dripping wet. "Then you what, love?" he urges as his fingers continue working their magic making me whimper and moan. "I .....raced to the ahh...bathroom and I .....fuck Reid." Biting on my lip, I watch the moment he realizes what I was about to say and his eyes go even more feral as his pupils dilate. My hands find their way to his shoulders and I hold on as he pushes a finger inside me and has me moaning and arching my body into his touch. "You what darling?" he teases on, his voice strained as he's now panting and tiny beads of sweat coat his face.
"I got myself.....off....to...you..." I whimper heavily as he picks up rhythm and slides another finger in. I can basically feel the shock he's in.
"Reika...." he groans as well and slowly puts me down. The withdrawal of his fingers feels like torture but then he sucks on them, straight up. I was still so wet gods help me. I can feel his throbbing erection on me. The restraint he had on himself right now would not last long.
"Will you allow me?" he asks his voice rough and laced with desire.