Vowel Sounds
- Unnamed -
I was not 100 per cent happy with Untitled, and after a discussion with myself and someone else (yes, I talk to myself, so what?), I have pulled it, apologies to those who have already read it, it is going as a standalone though.
There is something unnamed between them, something that can't quiet be described, but something that they both know so well. It is there in the unspoken agreement not to let anyone else in, in the way he kisses her senseless, leaving her mind reeling, the way that she trails her hand over his as she passes, her fingers leaving tingling lines, the way he sometimes stands way too close to her, the way she doesn't feel its close enough.
Its unnerving the way he looks at her with a look that can only be described as untamed and predatory, the way his fingers linger on her face, his thumb brushes her lower lip, just before his lips cover hers, the way his hand slides down her neck and brings her face closer, kissing with an intensity that she can never quite get used to, the way that he makes her forget how to talk sometimes as he kisses her wrist, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips.
Its unreachable, the feeling, she tries to grasp it, but it always eludes her. Not that it really matters what makes her remember his hands on her for hours after he has gone, not that it really matters what makes her want him to make love to her in public, it is just something which has always been there.
Its unbelievable, he is a grown man, he shouldn't be acting like a lust fueled teenager, but the rush of power that comes with the way her pupils expand when he kisses her neck, pulls her roughly to him, the rush of power made him want her even more, if that was at all possible. He doesn't think he has ever been this exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.
It was unavoidable, it crept up on them, jumping out when they least expected, making them both wish that the other had fewer obstacles surrounding them. But the obstacles had gone, and to some extent the walls, putting them both on equal ground, causing them both to be reminded how good it felt to give in completely to someone, to trust someone implicitly.
She defies anyone to be unaffected by him, by the way his eyes look as she lightly scrapes her nails down his chest, by the way he takes her completely by surprise sometimes, barreling through the elevator doors, flicking the switch and pulling her to him, by the way he simply takes her hand and kisses her knuckles when he knows no one is watching. It affected her in more ways than she cared to admit.
He is uncertain sometimes. Uncertain about his feelings, he knows exactly what those feelings are, but he is uncertain that he should be feeling them, should he be wanting to break her façade? Should he be wanting to feel her come apart under him? Should he be wanting to throw her over her desk, hell be damned anyone who hears? Should he be wanting to rip out the throats of the men that look at her even though he looks at her the same way?
His emotions were uncontained around her. Sometimes it made him feel helpless, like he wanted to run, far away from her and her beguiling eyes, her little hands which found their way into his shirts, ran their way over his chest, her lips which kissed his temples when he was asleep, or at least pretending to be. But most of the time he knew he wouldn't run, not anymore, not when she showed unconditional trust in him, and dare he say it, dare he hope it, unconditional love.
They're unbreakable, the bonds that tie them together, that make them a formidable team, that make their appetites insatiable when it comes to the hunger in both of them, the bonds that make them both unable to leave the other, those bonds are unbreakable, even if they weren't letting their emotions rule them, they would still be there, under the surface, waiting to once again pull them towards each other and make their feelings rule their heads.