Semi-perviness up ahead. Very very mild though, boyxgirl. Still, feel like maybe I owe everyone a disclaimer.
Wanna know what Des is playing on the guitar in this chapter? Click the video ;]
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When I open my eyes a dim late-evening light greets my vision and a soft mid-summer breeze caresses my skin. There's a field in front of me, tall grass and yellow flowers all around, and further up ahead behind the field the setting sun is coloring the sky fiery red.
The coarse surface of a tree trunk is gnawing at my back, distant sounds of cars somewhere far off in the background. The whole scene just screams “calmness”, and I am calm – at peace, even. More so than I've ever been before.
Somewhere in the back of my head my mind lazily starts to question what's going on; how did I get here and where did Vivian go? The sound of footsteps from behind draws the attention of my mind though and I turn around.
Blue eyes, sparkling with life is what I see, and a soft laughter that I know is paired with them gently rings through my ears.
-”Have you waited long?” she asks.
-”By your standards or mine?” I question in return, and her soft laughter is heard again. “I have all the time in the world.”
-”Yes, perhaps,” she agrees. “But I don't. Thus, your time with me is very limited.”
Her eyes are playful and she's nearing me, only a couple of inches away from me now. Her scent, that scent which I've come to know so well by now, mixed with the scent of the thousand of flowers ahead of us ensnares my senses – her playful vibe and cheery mood is contagious and I'm quickly catching it.
-”I'd better make the most of it then.” I growl softly deep down in my throat as I step forward, closing the distance between us and grab the back of her head. My fist balls and entwines her soft, light brown hair between my fingers as my lips feathery graces hers.
She giggles her soft laughter against my lips, carefully snaking her hands around my back and pressing my body against hers. She's warm beneath my touch, her skin soft against my fingertips and I pull my leg between hers, pressing against the fold of her knee, successfully tripping her. She falls back into my arms and I gently lower her down onto the grass and drape myself over her.
Down here at the ground, cocooned by the trunk of the tree and the tall grass, the noises of the traffic is barely heard – the outside world drowned out for us as we deepen the kiss. Her breathing has escalated, her body is tensing and her skin is becoming more sensitive to my touch – her need more apparent by the minute.
-”No teasing,” she hisses softly at me.
I look up from her breasts, meeting her now more serious and darker gaze, her eyes clouded by lust – my own eyes are dancing with mischief by now though. I lick my lips as they pull up in an ominous smile, but she grabs the back of my head, burying her fingers in my hair as I try to pull back down again.
-”I mean it,” she breathes. “I don't have that much time.”
I feel my own eyes darken and suddenly there's a flicker of alarm in hers.
-”Where are you hurrying off to in such a hurry then, Lilah?” My voice is deeper, tone of it foreboding.
-”Des, come on.” she tugs at my hair. “You know that I have obligations, things I need to do.”
I scowl at her, her tugging distracting and slightly enticing, though I'm not pleased by her words.
-”Don't let it get in the way between us. Let's just enjoy the moment we have now.” she adds after seeing the look upon my face.
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