Picking Petals:

Chapter 41: Creator

"You're mad?" I asked Rone as I stood behind him, I wasnt going to apologize, and something told me neither will he. "It's only for now, till our people finally can live as one. You cant ask of me to stay here, and let Berella go there, nor can you ask for us to both stay here."

"They don't need you, they are well off," he said lightly, not a tone off. I could tell his emotions were going haywire, he knew what was right, but he also thought of the endless risks. "If I had to be honest, the last thing I want to do is argue. I understand the circumstances, I understand you are the Creator, but being useless, sitting here while you're there-"

I wrapped my arms around Rones back, his body was tense, his muscles strained, and his face twisted in anguish. I kissed the back of his shoulder lightly, I skimmed my fingers at the edge of his hip enjoying the simple luxury of having each other. "We are doing this together, if we are side by side, or miles apart I am with you always," I promised.

The lights were to dim to see Rones faces as he turned around to look at me, his breathing seemed to quicken, I realized mine had too. There was an uncontrollable pull, within seconds we were lips to lips, hands frantically searching each others bodies. I couldn't stop kissing him, I wanted to kiss him till my lips bruised, till we were drifted away, just us. Rone abruptly swept me off my feet and spread me out onto his bed. I laid back nervously biting my lip as he stood above me, watching me.

"You are beyond captivating," It almost sounded painful, his voice weak and tired. I shifted on the bed, needing his warmth, I raised my arms before me beckoning him to come closer. Instead he bent down, staring me in my eyes and kissed the tender curve of my left hip under my tunic, his lips soft and warm, sending me a rush of pleasure. Finally his face met mine, his eyes slowly gazing at my breasts, my neck, lips, and finally my eyes. There was nothing but love between us, no matter what we thought or disagreed, there was always love. He kissed me tenderly as I began to unbutton my tunic, his hands closed over mine, stopping me. He continued to kiss me, slowly, passionately, soaking up every bit of me.

I only wanted more, every smile he pressed against my lips, every trailing lingering kiss drove me to complete insanity. Instincts took over, I leaned forward my hands guiding Rone backwards so he was flat on the bed. I crawled on top of him, my hair spilling around us as, his hands ventured under my shirt occasionally skimming my bra. His touch was teasing, loving, his eyes soft and alert, focused entirely on me. I once again tried taking off my tunic but he stopped me again, "What is it?" I huffed.

Rone raised a brow, his violet eyes smoked over with amusement, "Must you make me an indecent man?"

"Nothings indecent about this," I grinned as I kissed his neck, my hands skimming over his pale strong skin shifting under my light touch

"So you want to make love tonight, and leave me tomorrow for another kingdom you sound a lot like a traitor," he teased as his fingers lightly brushed my arms.

"Rone, you think entirely way to much, just keep kissing me and dont stop, you have me now I want to remember this every night I'm away from you."

A slight smile formed on his lips as he played with the buttons on my tunic, pulling me to him so he could kiss me. His hands went to my waist, lifting me off of him effortlessly so he was now hovering over me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, closing the distance between us. "I suppose i could amount to your exceptions, maybe even surpass them. I dont even know where to start Love."

I had no doubt, I was already at my peak, I never knew what it felt like to really love someone unconditionally. Everything with him felt right, this moment, our connection buzzed like wildfire, people call it "love" but what I felt for Rone was something entirely special, how could it be summed up all in one word?