Winter Hearts

Wake Up Call

*mature 

Siana awoke, curled with her back against Taekwoon's side, warm under the blankets and peaceful. The sun had barely risen, and except for the dim hall light, the room was still dark in the last hour of night.

She shifted, straightening her legs and turning so she could to lie flush along his body, draping a leg over his. He did not stir at all, and she spent a moment examining his face as she rested her head where his shoulder met his chest.

In sleep, his features were relaxed, his chin and mouth soft. His closed eyes under those angled eyebrows seemed even more feline, his fine eyelashes like a dusting of shadows. Even so, the set of his firm lips gave his profile a strong cast, one rarely glimpsed under his delicate features. She wanted to kiss his face, his eyes, his nose, his lips, but felt too leaden to move again.

She closed her eyes, sleep weighing heavy on her eyelids, and thought of the night before.

They had walked almost all the way out of Plaka to the main city streets near Syntagma, where he had hailed a taxi they found meandering out of the jumbled roads. They sat in the back, huddled together. He held her hand in both of his, absentmindedly letting his thumb stroke up and down her skin.

It felt as if they were leaning in for a kiss, and their breath was catching - except that they were not, simply sitting side by side, extremely aware of each other.

Every stroke of his thumb against her skin sent a wave of electricity through her. Her body was alive with sensation from their short tryst in the alley, she felt keenly aware of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the sound of that breath as he inhaled and exhaled, the lean, hard press of his thigh against her leg, the clutch of his hands around hers. Her mouth and her lips were sensitive, remembering recent bruising kisses, and anticipating more.

When they reached the hotel, he got out, never letting go of her hand, pulling her out after him, up the steps to the lobby, and towards the waiting lifts. She felt herself redden as she realised that the staff on duty would see them, and put two and two together. It wasn't that she felt what they were doing was illicit, just that there was no denying what they were doing.

It could hardly be anything else, she thought as she caught the eye of the counter staff and smiled back at their polite goodnight.

When they got in the lift, she felt the closing of the doors seemed to signal a perceptible change in his demeanour. Before they even closed, he had stepped towards her, making her move backwards to lean against the side wall as he pushed the button for his floor and pressed his body against hers in one smooth movement. He kissed her quickly, lingering only to scent her skin as he reluctantly pulled back to stand, almost in her embrace, by her side. She realised he was aware of the security camera, and stood between her and it, obscuring her face.

She leaned against him, feeling safe. The heat of his body, the catch in his breath, the kiss, the slow ride of the elevator, it was generating a languorous build of what felt like electricity inside her.

They reached his floor, and she followed blindly behind him as he lead her by the hand to his room.

They were tumbling into it in a fumble of clothing and hands and kisses before the door clicked shut.

He had undressed her in a feverish rush and then stopped to look at her body reverently before proceeding to use his mouth and hands and voice to stir up the liquid heat inside her until she couldn't bear it. She was surprised they made it to the bed.

It was different. Freer. All about her. All about pleasure.

"We're each other's now," he had whispered hoarsely into her ear as she came, then held her in his arms as she softened, the last shudders of pleasure leaving her sated and sleepy.