Red and Gold Create Sexual Tension

Sake

Ailurus screamed.

It was no scream of fear. It was no scream of anger. It was something different, something she hadn't screamed over before. And by the sound of the other scream that melded with hers, it was something different for them too. She was with someone, holding them close, feeling them-- inside her.

The red head slowly came to her senses. She was hot, her body covered in sweat, her hair plastered over her face and shoulders. The body that she held was in similar condition, slick and burning, gasping for breath. She felt her own lungs desperately seeking air as the sensation of lips trailed down her neck. Her instincts told her that she knew who it was, who she held so dearly in her arms, and in her muddled brain she didn't want to let go and confirm it.

But there she lie, naked on the cobblestone ground, a toned olive body pressed into hers, deep breaths and a high that the two slowly climbed down from--she needed to look. She needed to see.

Her locked arms loosened, and she slowly slid off their body, her back gently hitting the ground below her. She kept her eyes closed a little longer, praying for a miracle even when she knew it didn't matter who it was. What was done, could never be undone. She opened her eyes slowly to meet the half-lidded hazel orbs of Gol.

Gol. It was Gol. He inhaled the dust, took it upon himself to make sure that she did too--

And then he took her virginity.

Ailurus found her hand clamping down her mouth. She found the tears pricking her eyes and flooding her cheeks. She found her body desperately trying to suppress a sob that bubbled up, threatening to alert the man above her of the fear that enveloped her system.

But it was too late. Gol had seen her reaction, seen the terrified look on her face as he realized what he'd done.

"Ailurus, I-"

"Just get off me."

She was quiet, speaking through her fingers, her eyes pinched closed as she attempted to keep the tears at bay. Even when she knew it was useless, she didn't want to seem so willingly weak. She knew she was stronger than that, knew that she just couldn't be as vulnerable as she seemed right then. Right then she just needed the tiger to get away from her.

Gol complied, climbing to his feet, his nakedness not phasing him as the only care he had in that moment lie in the bare red head that stood up from the ground, stifling sobs that made his heart wrench. He offered her a hand, but wasn't even given a glance as she skirted around him to their suits discarded in the dark alley. They both dressed, the silence deafening, the sniffs stabbing his chest in painful stakes of regret.

What had he done?

Ailurus zipped up her collar. The colors and fabric of her suit brought her comfort and some stability, surrounding her frame in a comfortable snugness, even when she could still feel the roughness of the earlier frenzy ghosting across her body. She stood facing the dark path of the alley, arms curled at her sides, eyes pinched close, lips pressed together and trembling. She knew he was behind her, watching her, but she didn't want to face him. She didn't want to look at his face, knowing that the regret would be exposed, knowing that one glance at his guilt-ridden countenance would only make the tears flow more, make her seek comfort in his arms. She already had enough time in his arms. Right now she needed to get away from him.

"Gol," she whispered, just barely audibly through her quivering lips. She knew he heard her, knew he was listening closely for her next words. "I-- I need some time alone. Please just--"

The golden tiger stepped forward as her voice cracked with a sob. A hand flew to her mouth so she could attempt to suppress it, while another lifted, palm facing his way. When she felt as if she could speak again, she slowly removed her hand, wiping her face as she did so.