Never Enough

Never Enough

She looked at him and realized that she would never be enough. Not like she was in that moment. Not in her current form. And she loved him. Oh, how she loved him.

She knew that he loved her too. He told her often with words, grand gestures, and small, light touches. Never lingering, even though she could clearly see the longing in his eyes, in the way he touched her. But he would have never made her choose. He would have never said that she wasn't enough. Only... that was the truth, wasn't it?

That she just wasn't enough...

She knew the old stories, knew the warnings not to fall for the tricks of his kind... but they weren't tricks. If it were a trick, then he would have said those dreadful words, wouldn't he? He would have told her how inadequate she was, how different, and fragile her body was. He would have tried to trick her into changing. But he never said a word. Never gave the impression he had other plans...

So she uttered the words in his place, figuring one of them had to give them life sometime.

"I will never be enough, will I?" She heard herself whisper one winter morning.

She didn't have the courage to say the words to his face, while those strange eyes of his studied her features to see and understand beyond what her mouth was saying, reading things right from her soul. That's why she told them to his back, observing how his muscles moved, tensing. He didn't turn around. He didn't utter a word. And maybe if he would have said something, she would have let his lies turn her back to the human world. But he didn't.

Silence ruled over them, letting only the cracking of the ice and snow talk. She took his silent response as confirmation of her realization. Let it wash over her, mold her decision into something solid, give hope to the dyeing love between them.

How could their love survive when they couldn't touch each other? It couldn't. But they could... she could revive it by letting go of her humanity.

Didn't eternal love deserve the sacrifice of humanity?

In that moment, she taught it wasn't that high a price to pay for happiness.

"I want you to kiss me." She heard herself say, knowing to well what she was asking, what price she was willing to pay.

He turned to look at her then. He didn't say a word, just reached out and touched her cheek. First one hand, and then the other, but this time he didn't remove his hand. This time, his hands cupped her cheeks and brought her face closer to his. His mouth grazed her cheek. His lips were cool against her skin, but not cold, as she expected. Her head spun, senses reeling, and in reply her tongue crept out and licked his neck with a long wet stroke.

The shudder went all through him. He pressed her so close that his body ground into hers, jerking her head back with a thick handful of hair until their eyes locked. What had started out as a promise was now an open challenge, as well as a direct threat. Any further action would bear results; it was clear from the way his gaze smoldered into hers. All of this should have frightened her, but it was as if her mind were incapable of rational thought. He was something else, he was a Dark Elf, a Trickster – as her grandmother liked to call them – and was killing her... and nothing mattered more than the feel of him. She licked her lips and didn't pull away, and it was all the invitation he needed.

His mouth came down onto hers, slanting across without difficulty, since she moaned at the first touch.

His tongue caressed her lips briefly before twining around hers and seeking her depths with ruthless sensuality. Her heart pounded so fiercely she knew he could feel its pulse in her mouth as she responded, pulling him closer and digging her nails into his back. The Trickster deepened the kiss further until he sucked on her tongue. Everything inside her began to throb with need. She returned the gesture with more strength, drawing on his tongue with hunger.

He kept kissing her, even when she started feeling light-headed and her arms fell from around him. He kept on doing it, while she lost her breath and her heart began beating sluggishly, until a moment later her heart stopped.

When her heart gave the last tremulous response, trying futilely to keep the life in her dyeing body, he caught her in his arms and took her to some place known only to his kind. He laid her on a bed made from moss and soft grass, beneath the canopy of everlasting green trees, to watch her while her body went through the transformation in something other than human.

He didn't promise her anything. She gave everything willingly, without snatching words of love or anything else. "Innocent human," he taught, looking at her. She should have made him promise to be there when she will awaken.

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