"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Ominis. Anything."
"Do you mind if I touch your face?"
Your heart fluttered, and you were silent for a moment, stunned at the request. You had heard about this before. Sebastian often brought it up jokingly in conversation to taunt Ominis, but you never expected Ominis to do it to you.
You must have been silent for longer than you thought because Ominis started to apologize.
"Sorry, that was inappropriate. Forget I asked."
"No!" You exclaimed, sounding more eager than you should've. "Please, go ahead."
He seemed apprehensive but flashed a timid smile and nodded his head. He shifted closer to you. The smell of old books and early gray tea surrounded you.
You watched carefully as his fingers moved painfully slow toward your face. Despite the warmth of the fireplace, you shivered when his long fingers gently landed on your cheeks. The gentle caresses of his touch were kinder than any touch you'd ever known.
The silence of the common room seemed to amplify the sound of your pounding heart. You were desperate and needed to say something to fill the silence before he heard it too, but no words left your lips. You felt frozen, afraid to do anything to make him move away, but also too afraid to deal with the loneliness you would feel when he eventually moved away from you.
His hands trailed along your forehead and dipped slightly into your hair before pulling back. You took a slow, deep breath and looked at him. His cloudy eyes were fixed on you. If you didn't know any better, you would say he was looking at your lips. A look of concentration was etched into his brow.
You felt guilty. Ominis was just trying to learn more about you, and there you were, nearly betraying your longing for him. It wasn't fair to him. But you couldn't help how your eyes kept returning to his face. You watched his brow twitch and lips part ever so slightly when he breathed. He looked ethereal–breathtaking.
You wanted to touch him. The thought repeated over and over in your mind--touch his lips, his hair, his back. The fluttering in your heart was starting to move downwards. It was undeniable and unbearable. You wanted to will it away, but you were using all your willpower to just breathe steadily.
You wanted to kiss him, to tell him everything. But Ominis had done nothing to suggest he had any feelings for you. Only a few more moments, you told yourself. In a few moments, he would stop, and you could go back to pretending you weren't in love with him because the feeling of his skin on yours, even just those small touches, was making it nearly impossible to go back to pretending.
His left hand returned to your cheek and cupped the soft flesh. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch. You saw something flicker across his face, but it was gone before you could figure out what it was.
His right hand moved closer to your lips, moving ever so slowly. Electricity shot through your skin where his fingers brushed past. The fluttering was starting to turn into something more. Something burning and intoxicating. You needed to get out of there.
His finger brushed your lips, and you faltered.
"Are you okay?" he whispered. If you didn't know better, you would've sworn you heard longing in his voice.
You closed your eyes. Maybe if you couldn't see him, you could get through the sweet torture that was Ominis.
Hot breath gently caressed your face and neck. He must have moved closer. You didn't dare open your eyes to check, afraid your last shred of self-dignity would melt and you'd kiss him.
His thumb brushed along your lower lip. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
"Ominis." His name escaped your lips in a soft whimper.
He stopped but did not remove his hands.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked in a heady whisper.
The words left your mouth before you could even think twice or stop yourself, "Please don't stop."
The words seemed to echo throughout the empty common room. Your eyes flew open in horror. Ominis's brows were stitched together, his lips parted ever so slightly.
What had you done?
"I... I... I'm so sorry, Ominis," you stammered. You scooted backward to try to get away from his intoxicating touch. "Just ignore me, I must be more tired than I thoug–"
He cut you off before you could finish your lie with a lip-bruising kiss. His hands were on your cheeks, holding you firmly in place. Your heart beat wildly against your ribs. The feeling of his soft lips on yours was better than anything you had daydreamed about. You brought a hand up and rested it on his chest. His heartbeat matched yours, and it only fueled your desire. He wanted you. He had kissed you.
The kiss ended, and you two separated only a few centimeters, foreheads pressed together. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were closed.
As if zapped by electricity, he pulled his head back, his eyes wide with fear.
"I'm so sorry. That was very inappropriate of me. I don't know what came over me. Can you forgive me?" The words tumbled past his lips faster than you could comprehend, but you weren't listening. It was your turn.
Your hand was still on his chest, so you gripped his robes and pulled him toward you, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was more gentle than the last. After a moment, you felt him relax into you, and he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other weaved through your hair.
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Candles and Starlight
FanfictionA sweet moment in the common room with Ominis turns into something more. When he plans a secret date night, will passions ignite in the starlight? Part of my First Kiss mini-fic series. Characters are aged up 18+