Abe Sapien and the Witch

Chapter 8

Chapter eight

Their kiss parted as one of the interns entered the library, running towards the shelves without hardly seeing them in search of some important piece of information, and she leaned in to Abe, her laughter silent but just as powerful. He looked down at her, feeling her weight on his arm as she gazed into his eyes, and he felt...warm.

_Abe_ she whispered, taking his hand in hers, her fingers twining around his _ Should we go somewhere else? _ There was so much left unsaid in the way she looked at him, how she bit the corner of her lip and looked away. "Yes," he said, taking hold of her chin and tilting her face up to meet his. "Where would you like to go?"

The intern, hearing a voice, glanced over and feeling guilty, grabbed a pile of books and made a mad dash to leave the room. Abe let out a gentle laugh at his rush and she thought her belly might flop upside down, the way the sound made her feel. Without warning, he picked her up in his arms and twirled them both in a circle, she clinging to his neck, knowing the dizzy feeling was not just from the twirl. Her lips grazed against his gills, a soft touch and she pressed them there again, tiny traces of her lips that made Abe stand still, hands tightening around her.

"My..." he said, not knowing what to say at all as the hint of her lips was like satin against the sensitive skin of his gills. The way she breathed, a gentle flutter of air with each breath was like electricity flowing down his neck, through his back. He felt an ache within him that he was not accustomed to, not unpleasant but simply an ache that pulsed with every movement she made.

She slid down his body, taking his hand in hers again, and led him out the door, into the hallway. "My room is the closest" he said, breath a little heavy with the words. She simply nodded her head, and he turned the corner, a gilded red door opening into a luxurious bedroom that was filled from floor to ceiling with books and figurines. "I, um...well, I collect a lot of things." he said, nervous now as he shut the door behind him, watched how her eyes lit up at many effects he thought only he appreciated.

She stood, her back to him as she beheld his wall of books and he felt compelled to be near her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She tilted her head towards his hand, a comfortable gesture, and he bent to kiss her exposed neck, ever careful of the bandage though it didn't seem to inhibit her. She lay her head back against his chest as he pressed soft kisses under her jaw, her ear. She pushed her body against his and he was hit once more with the aching sensation, stronger now as she pressed against him.

His hands circled around to her stomach, he was not well versed with this sort of thing but the way she curved against him, he had to hold her. She twirled in his embrace, her arms reaching up around his neck, kissing him. More forward this time, his hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss, exploring her with a hunger he was just discovering.

She felt breathless, the way he kissed her, how he pulled her close made her want to explode, there was just so much happening. No room for thoughts as he kissed her breath away, and she returned the favour, tongue less shy as they both felt a growing need.

He pulled back for a moment, making sure she was alright, and she took the chance to head towards his bed. The way she sat there at the edge, the hem of her dress high on her thigh and her hair messed up, made him swallow hard. Her smile was what made him come to her, though, that smile so bright and slightly out of breath, it was maddeningly beautiful.

He leaned over her, a fresh kiss emboldening them both and as she hitched herself further into the bed he followed, until he was on top of her. I'm between her legs he thought to himself in a bit of a panic at the realisation, until her thoughts interrupted him _Don't move, don't go_