* *Alaric and Vage Excerpt**
This excerpt is from the story "Too Far Gone" a triology i'm currently working on. :) (details later)
I didn't know how to feel at the moment but I knew I wanted to do something. I knew I wanted someone. Although normally I'd just sit back and let situations play out, this time was different.
I got out of bed and stood up on the hardwood flooring. It appears to be around 1am. I couldn't sleep to save my life. It's not like I was going to get much sleep tonight anyway. I slowly walk to the door to peep my head out in the foyer. No one was up so I took that as my opportunity to sneak down the hallway to Vages' room. I crept and tip-toed at a fast pace down the hall and before I knew it, I was in front of his door.
I wanted to hesitate but I knocked on his door twice anyway before stepping back. I was afraid in my mind but it was like I was on autopilot and couldn't stop myself.
I heard cussing while his bed squeaked as he got up.
"Who in the fuck could possibly want something at this time of night-" I heard before he swung the door open.
I was met with a hardened glare before his face quickly softened when he recognized it was me.
It was kind of awkward until he broke the silence.
"Hey, is there something you need?" He asked me with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Yeah, can I talk to you?"
He stepped back to let me in. He closed the door softly as he turned to me.
"What's wro-"
I cut him off by planting my lips onto his. I kissed him but he didn't respond. He stiffened as if he was a statue. I knew this was a bad idea.
I pull back and hang my head as I was about to turn around and leave out.
"I'm so sorry Vage, I knew I-"
I was then cut off by him slightly tugging at my arm. I turned to look at him in the eye as he lifts his hands to gently cup my face.
He places his lips onto mine ever so lightly as if they were a delicate flower that would wilt by the smallest touch. He peppers his pecks on my lips before deepening the kiss. He steps closer to me so we're chest to chest. I wrap my hands around his triceps as I kissed him back. We fell into a tranquil rhythm as our breaths started to become ragged.
I move my arms to behind his neck to pull him impossibly closer to me. My craving still isn't completely satisfied, even with all of the pleasure from this kiss.
I pull away to catch my breath as he places his forehead onto mine to look me in the eyes.
"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes, did I not make it obvious?"
He chuckles lowly before responding.
"Didn't do much talking." He says as he smirks.
"Maybe I want to do less talking, Vage." I whispered in his ear.
He just looks at me as our breaths start to even out together.
"Tempting offer bello but this isn't how or where I'd want to make love to you for the first time."
My face fell, sulking almost. I understand his sentiment. I'm not even actually disappointed, I didn't come here to fuck him. Yet. I'm actually happy we didn't take this further. I came to make a point and that's what I did.
I guess he saw the change in my expression for a bit. He kissed my forehead and started to place kisses down my jawline. He finally reached my lips again, giving me one long last kiss.
He picks me up with me straddling his waist and places me on the bed softly. He stayed on top of me, hair and chain cascading down his beautifully sculpted face and then into my face.
He places his head in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.
"You smell like Vanilla Creme. I imagine you taste like it too." He says lowly.
I'm glad I'm too dark to blush. I'd be more red than the devil himself right now.
I just lightly laugh in response as he gets up.
I get slightly worried before be speaks again.
"I'm just taking the rest of my clothes off. I get hot at night." He says as he strips down to his shorts.
I couldn't help but admire his body. Every line, scar, indention all beautifully placed. It's like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.
He gets back in bed with me on the other side.
He beckons me over but I get up and do the same.
I strip down to my underwear. He's right, it does get hot at night. I noticed his eyes trailed up and down my body. It's like he didn't care he was staring.
"Is there something you like sir?" I ask him.
"You." He replies in a matter of-factly tone.
I roll my eyes before getting in bed and scooting towards him. He lays on his back as he pulls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me. He allowed me to get comfortable before asking me a question.
"What inspired you to come to my room at this time of night?" He asks with genuine curiosity.
"Multiple reasons actually. But I'll say to get an answer." I say. I tried to keep my answer short on purpose.
He nods his head before asking another question.
"Did you actually want to talk about something bello? Or did you just want some tlc?"
"I did but that'll have to wait until tomorrow." I reply.
He nods his head again before asking me yet again, another question.
"Last question, did you get the answer you wanted?" He asks. His eyes started to light up. I could sense the edge in his voice.
"The answer was beyond my expectations, i'm very pleased with what I received." I say happily as I snuggle into his chest.
He didn't ask any more questions and just held me. We cuddled until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. This is something I could get used to.
