ONC 2024: Prompt #17: Your curse is to love so much and crave love more than life, but never be loved. Those who dare to love you will be subjected to the worst of fates.
Fedya Zaravyrzhik is a siren. A cursed one at that. While most sirens are desi...
At first, the kiss is a complete and utter surprise--but, truthfully, I don't mind it a bit. I feel my face heat up far more than it's ever done before. (I don't think I've ever felt like this... This much... What is it? Lust? I didn't feel it in these levels with Vlad nor Anatoliy.)
I swallow, slowly as Grant pulls away--my gaze falls to his lips for a moment before trailing up to just above his eyes.
"H-How was it?" Grant starts to say, awkwardly. He corrects, "...the kiss I mean."
Of course I knew he meant the kiss--I'm not quite sure what else he'd think it would be. But, still, his awkwardness is endearing--and so is his general, overall lack of confidence in himself. Hell, dare I say all of that is cute. I'm really starting to understand why this 'Genevieve' girl he was talking about being with fell for him.
I think I might be falling too. Hard. And with my shitty luck, that might as well be a bad thing.
I take a moment to breathe in the tense air around me--it's stiff, and needs a good break--though, it's also so very intoxicating... And that's exactly how I like it.
I swallow slowly once more. "I-It was good. G-Great I mean," I manage to stammer out. Great, just great, I begin to mentally groan before chastising. Great job! Now I look like a fucking clown.... Like an idiot. You're a damn siren for fuck's sake. Couldn't you have done it with a little bit more confidence? A little bit more grace and elegance? Guess not. That's probably too much to ask for, isn't it? Dammit.
I keep quiet, waiting to hear what Grant plans to say next--and I just pray he's not going to absolutely flame me for being the most awkward siren to ever walk the face of the earth. He probably thinks you're a disgrace or something, my mind tries to gaslight me. (Did I mention that my own mind is a master at gaslighting me into thinking the worst things about myself?)
Grant looks away, fidgeting with his hands--worming his fingers through the gaps between those on the other hands. "Good... T-That's good."
There you go! He's still awkward about it... Just like you. Maybe you two are perfect for each other, my mind rings out. (Why are my inner thoughts so asinine?)
I look away too, bouncing my leg in silence.
Alright, idiot, my mind begins to address me. You know that I can feel it, right? How you feel about him. You want him. ...So bad. It's plain for everyone to see--you're not exactly a pro at hiding that bit. But, that feeling? You probably shouldn't just bottle it in like that. Remember how well that's worked for you in the past? You've ended up cold and alone every single night because of that. Collin's at daycare and Stasya is still at school. It's just you and him. Take advantage of that fact. My mind almost sounds like it's pleading... Just begging for me to listen to it, just that once.
Gods above, I really want Grant Chavalier, don't I?
I look over to Grant once more and he looks at me. "Something on your mind, Fedya?" He murmurs.
"You," I reply back almost instantly. Oh, gods. You really did just say that. You're hopeless.
Grant raises an eyebrow, unable to say anything at the moment.
And just as Grant did prior, I cup the sides of his face and pull him in for a kiss.
Grant almost immediately melts into it--he wants it too. That much is clear to me.
The kiss deepens instead of fizzling out like the first one did.
He places a hand on my cheek, thumb running over my earlobe before his hand slides down to the side of my neck.
We only pull back when we need air.
This time though, we both have a familiar look in our eyes. A hunger. Lust.
My voice goes rough as I whisper, "You know, moj drogi, the kids are out." I lean forward, whispering against his neck. "We're alone."
Grant wets his lips and smirks. "I know, chaton. We're alone." Now, his voice grows rough as he pushes me onto my back and crawls over to tower above me. "...and you're all mine." His lips trail down my neck.
"Make me yours then... Truly," I whisper back, gripping his upper arm, nails digging in.
"With pleasure," Grant drones, making my heart flutter intensely, before he lunges back down into another kiss.
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