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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Sept 28, 2011 21:31:36 GMT -5
Languidly, I stretched. I was so very sore and so very relaxed in ways that I hadn't been in years, and I didn't think I could have erased the smile from my mouth if I wanted to. It wasn't large or boisterous, but lazy and content, softening the line of my lips without becoming overbearing. I rolled to my side a little, stretching a lean leg up a bit as I lifted my hand to brush it over the side of Gils face. His hair had time to dry from his bathing, but it was wetted again with salty sweat, and I had to stay myself from kissing him again. My lips were reddened and perhaps slightly swollen from his kisses as it was, and as much as I wanted to touch him, I wanted to hear his voice, too.
"Think there's any way we can keep the sun from rising?" I whispered, amusement twinkling in my eyes. Elua, but he was handsome. I'd seen the scarring on his back, had seen the memories his skin held from what happened before, but he looked no less beautiful to me than he had before. Gently I caressed my hand down over the side of his face, just barely brushing the scar over his temple, but not lingering on my fingers lazy trek down towards his jaw.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Oct 1, 2011 0:54:34 GMT -5
In truth, I was sated – sated and gloriously dazed with the wonder of having rediscovered Mirielle's body, her voice, her touch, her smile, and everything that made her my Angel. She'd changed, somewhat – but not enough to be a stranger to me, just sufficiently that what was new of me was intrigued by what novelty she'd conjured. She would always be a little bit of a mystery to me, and that, I realized, was fine with me. “The sun never sets where you are,” I crooned lazily, smiling as I reached to cup her face. “Do you even know how many nights I spent, dreaming of you, Mirielle? Not a day went that you were not in my mind.” I couldn't stop myself – I was unabashedly admiring her, my betrothed, my lover, the woman I'd always wanted by my side. In truth, I'd wanted her the moment I'd seen her. She was the power that vanquished darkness, because she was she. Mysterious Mirielle. “So much time....” I found myself musing. “A lot has happened.” And I wanted to speak and hear every moment of it. [OOC: Thread relocated here.
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