The Way We Love

Night Run (Part 2)

Fig's eyes lingered on my lips, and I knew he wanted me too. The room started to spin like our own oasis, I drifted softly into the whiskey of his eyes.

I didn't move, when he rained kisses down his jaw, whispering sweet nothings, "Let's get lost tonight, I want the lust you've been holding back" he moaned.

Figs trembled, and I saw the thin hairs on his arms stand up.

I was afraid of what was next, "we shouldn't..." I whimpered between breaths.

My hands trailed down his shivering body. I grabbed him roughly, drinking his cool lips in one sip, tasting his tart tongue, "We shouldn't" I agreed but I didn't stop touching him.

Figs hands became entangled in my hair, as he guided my lips deeper into his mouth. We stumbled into each other crashing into dizzy heaps. Suddenly, Figs lunged at me with nothing to hold him back. I flinched, he was either going to hurt me or love me back.

"Xavier!" I gasped between his burning kisses that seared my skin. I withered in his holy mouth until I tasted the depth of love; it was bittersweet.

I took a step closer, the charred black smog from his lips dissolved into my lungs, as he stared at me with slow-churning teal eyes. His fingers steadily undid my aching body, as he pried the DNA from my skin.

My legs shook, I was so afraid of this pulsing vulnerability. I had spent so much of my life hiding behind sex, and now it had nothing to do with our physical chemistry.

I pushed him roughly, pinning him onto the bed. His body banged against the boards as I grabbed both his arms and held them down, "let me slow down" I panted.

All, I could see was blue. The tension was like a raging rubberband, that kept pulling us further apart. Any moment I would snap. His man of steel grew large between my legs as we built with hot anticipation.

Figs hands explored everywhere, a blistering frenzy of red heat soaked on our sweating bodies, "why" he moaned, stroking me beneath the sheets.

I held Figs still, as he squirmed like a fish on a hook, "so I can enjoy this" I promised, kissing him slowly.

Figs smiled, the winter roots flourished in his dark eyes as he caressed my stubbled jaw. I watched him turn over, he was so damn sexy! I spanked his ass, watching the impression of my hand leave a mark on his smooth skin.

"Do it now!" he begged.

(The Next Morning)

My lips tingle with familiarity at just the thought of the way Figs bruised my skin. We had dirtied the sheets with our passion but nothing was worse than the regrets that greeted our horizon.

In a fucked up way, I had used Fig's to avoid my real feelings. I never felt worthy of the love Feather gave me every second of the day. I would always be the prostitute and she would always be so much better than me. Only in fairytales did the princess kiss the frog.

I had developed something deep and strong like a connection with her, so I did what I always did when I was afraid. I messed up things and destroyed them because anything was better than putting my heart on the line to have it broken.

I accepted the love, I thought I deserved...

I studied him, the way he gave his body over in peaceful surrender to the chaos around him. The thin sheets sprawled over his bare chest, and the way his muscles fluttered and twitched.

His dark hair crumbled perfectly into the pillow, as he turned over and sleepily smiled.

"Kara?" he hummed softly, still half asleep.