Gwynriel

Nonexistent Space

It was too much. Seeing Gwyn in that dress, her touching my hands. Her looking at my hands. I could see her face heat from staring at them and if it makes me a coward for not wanting to think about what that might mean then I guess I'm a coward. 

I could see her steal looks at my hands and I could feel Elain's gaze on me. Ever since solstice I've been trying to keep my distance, until tonight I thought Elain was the most beautiful female I've ever seen. Gwyn changed that drastically. And the way she was looking at my hands. 

When we moved to the sitting room and they sat next to each other I just had to leave. Elain the untouchable and Gwyn the unacceptable. Even if it was wanting in her eyes as she stared at my hands there is no way she want's anything to do with me. I'm too ... 

"It's too small in there" Her voice fills my ears and I'm spooked. I look back shocked, since when do my shadows fail me like this, since when do my own senses fail me like this?

"I know its a big house, its just it feels like its getting smaller. I just need some air" 

Instead of making myself look like more of an idiot I just turn back to the view of the city. I figured she'd just walk away but I can hear her come closer.

"I like your hands" and the shock continues. I still don't know how to respond, I don't like my hands. They just stand as a reminder to what was done to me. To the fire and dark I burned to. "I don't know why I like them so much" she tilts her head as she talks. Like she's calculating something. The wind changes and her scent brushes past me. For what feels like the hundredth time tonight, she surprises me. Is she aroused by my mangly hands?

"They killed them and taught me how to kill others like them" Her teal eyes shine in the night as I gaze down at her. I can see her tipping point. Tonight was big for her. She might want to be alone or go home. I simply put my hands away. 

She looks disappointed in that action but I don't want them to ruin her night. 

"You look stunning" is apparently what I go with instead. Her face turns red and she looks away. "I haven't gotten dressed up in a while" she almost shrinks on herself. I give her a compliment and then she gets shy? 

I see her take another breath, a little habit I'm starting to pick up on. What is she planning? "Can you fly me home? I think I'm done for the night" I myself feel done as well so this works out perfectly. 

I go to her and I can see her breath pick up. My hands start to tingle as they reach for her waist. My eyes meet hers as I breath out, "Is this okay?" She just nods. She turns around and puts herself in my arms so her back is to my chest. Her hands move down my arms almost to my hands and it makes me want to pur, someone rubbing my arm has never felt so good. Her hands hesitate as they get closer to mine, "Is this okay?" she twists her head back to look at me before I answer. "I like this" she says again. If she can take steps and she wants to touch my hands, I hope I can take some steps as well. Maybe she won't like them after she explores them? She is a curious one. 

I just nod and the smile I receive is reward enough. She runs her thumbs over the grooves in my hands and I shutter on my inhale. She takes one hand to hold and the other to run against. It takes a lot to let myself relax. This is just Gwyn, if she wants to feel my hands then she can. I trust her, she said she trusts me. I can help her if this is what she wants. I let my forehead touch the back of her head and I breath deep. Her scent wraps me and I can't remember a time I've felt this relaxed. I don't want to let her go. I don't want her to stop the soothing rubs. 

I want this moment to last. She backs a little further into me and my arms tighten around her waist. She stiffens and relaxes. "Azriel" her breathless whisper reaches my ear and I shutter. "I like this" is the only words that fill the nonexistent space between us.