Electrostatic

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"An Ant has no quarrel with a boot." - Loki MCU

Small things are often overlooked when you're content.

I absentmindedly observed the dust, I noticed their fluid movements in the morning sunlight, lazily they twirled around one another never quite touching, rising and falling in their heated dance. Dawn had broken a few hours ago, sleep had evaded me ever since returning to my chambers... alone.

I would be required in the library shortly, but for now I had this simple peace. Just me, the sunlight and the dust.

My room had never felt this lacking before, I had never longed for a voice in place of silence, I had never desired to fill the vacant bed space, I had not once wished for these silk sheets touch... to be something... no someone else.

I closed my eyes and the only thing that replays in my mind is that view of the kingdom, all those lanterns, and his eyes.

Stretching my tender limbs I lay back staring at the decorative images on the ceiling, letting my dangerous mind wander into territory it should not go.

I let him too close last night.

It is undeniable the connection we share, I could feel it.

The control he grants me, magical or not I should deny myself this one thing.

This yearning... this thirst that could change everything.

I've lost faith in my heart, I don't have a logical answer, there is no right path to take, there isn't anyone to confide in.

Not when this planet depends on me, that responsibility is on my shoulders, how can I act so selfishly when there is so much more that needs my attention.

This... thing between us cannot, will not get in the way of our mutual goal, I won't let it.

I was trained, feelings cloud judgement.

Far too many important decisions need to be made, what I need is an unclouded mind from now until we win this thing.

No distractions.

But for right now in the privacy of my chambers, the few hours before the world wakes I can be selfish.

I can let my imagination run wild, I can indulge in a daydream so exquisite my blood courses like wildfire.

I surrender a heated sigh, conjured images of bodies entwined fluttered behind my eyelids.

Flashes of strong hard movements seduce my senses, how I pine for his rhythm, how I crave for those wide muscled shoulders frame above me.

I wonder how it would feel to wrap my legs around those carved hips, for those large hands to pin me down, allow him to enter me wherever he pleased.

Those stolen moments in the library, my protests were lies I knew it then and I know it now. I hated his restraint, I fantasise what if... what if we didn't stop ourselves?

My finger tips graze softly first across my lips, then down my throat pausing and swirling in the spots I know his tongue would crave to taste.

I recall the beast on the balcony.

Dragging my touch between my breasts and spreading my palms flat across each one, cupping and squeezing just how his large hands and long fingers covered them whole.

I would let him leave bruises wherever he willed his kisses to go, begging for those lips to travel lower down my stomach. I ache for the sight of those eyes, gazing through his thick black lashes, up at the wild mess his mouth creates as he devours my centre.