Vehemently Yours,

30.Tenderly Mistakening

At four am, in the hush whisper of the dark smoky sky, Rene and Sebastian lay in bed, covers drawn till their naked waist. Her head on his chest, their hands laced together. Tracing the skin like stargazing on the moonlight.

Rene felt peaceful. The breathing of his aligned with hers, their hearts slowly thudding at their latest conquest.

They may have done it like four or five times, even six perhaps. She lost all count after the first one. She snuggled in closer, smelling their aftermath of sex and lasting tension mingled with neediness and desperation. It was an addicting aura.

Their bubble of lust and pleasure. Rene held on to the lust part- this was definitely something else. Something more than lust. You don't go around have life alternating cataclysmic sex with just anyone.

Her mind had stopped long time ago. Nothing bad was going on around in her head and she was relieved and glad.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his voice rumbling to her as he traces her arm up and down.

"Nothing." She could feel him smile. His chuckle was like a rash of delight.

"I like that." She looked up, meeting his lips with a kiss. She sighed against his mouth. That terrifyingly adoring mouth.

"Rene." She hummed, looking away to stare at the window. The moon was not visible today. The only lights were crackers the people who were up still shooting them at the sky, celebrating the new year in its wake.

"I like you. A lot." Unconsciously, she smiled blissfully.

Hearing him say that was so... unreal. When a guy you really really like tells you these tiny powerful words, the world seemed suddenly glorious. It's like a new energy. The undertones of rapacious and musk of heart bubbling endlessly confines you.

She glances back up, moving to face him. His scar suddenly felt like home. She traces it dutifully. Like it's her own.

Sebastian may not look like he was holding his breath. But fuck, he was. Confessing this was so painful but freeing. He needed to say it because if he didn't, he'd shamed in hiding.

He saw her watching him like the wolves watch over their mates. That got him thudding in pleasure. "I like you too."

They wait for a beat. Still looking deep into each of his brown chocolate eyes, she says, "So much."

He slams her mouth, catching her gasp. He lifts her up on his lap, to straddle him. His cock bumps charmingly against her own heat.

Tearing off another condom, she does it unhurriedly. It pulses in her hand and she takes a hold of it, putting it inside of her.

They release a ragged breath when he enters her.

In the sluggishly drunken way, they fuck. Her on top of him, she bounces with no effort, that makes him feel his own balls tighten and heavy. He was deeper and filling her with wholeness and senseless thrill.

He trails his hand to her neck, making her look at him.

He has the most intoxicating eyes. They devour her, as she feels herself lose breath and control and he takes back his hand, only to grab her hips in one and fuck her harder. The indulgent manner of it shocks them both as they look at one another.

This is different. Both knew it but none would say it. It's too scary. It's a mistake, and such a fruitful mistake that they knew once the apple was eaten. Eaten voraciously that apple, they would face the god with their own blunder.

Yet that's where ignorance comes to play. The tragedy of unpolished ignoring has come to use in times like these. To stop listening to the voice of reason and listen to the devil heart that tells you to keep going and going. You could feel the devil dancing in your chest.

They climax in starts and as she clenches tightly, spamming around him. She could feel him milking the condom and now, she wanted them to be bare. To have his come dripping down of her.

That's a nasty like image. She shudders and he holds her tightly to him, their chest slick together as he comes down from his own high.

As they try to catch their breaths, she puts her head in the nook of his shoulder. I like this man so much that leaving him hurts me more than it should.

Sebastian wraps his arms around her, holding her tight. Kissing small little butterflies on her shoulder gave him sating that was abundant.

This was supposed to be what? Something casual? He wanted to snort at that thought. Nothing about this woman is casual. And that is saying something.

"You are so different." He could hear her mumbles the words into his bones.

"It's like I have never met anyone like you." She sniffs and he holds her more tight.

"I feel the same way." He whispers back.

She lifts her head. When he sees the shiny tear eyes hazing her vision, it does something funny to his heart. It aches.

She pulls away. For a moment, Sebastian thought she might leave. It gave him nightmares with him running after her, to throw her back over his shoulder and bring her into their bed. Yes, this was their bed now. Her prints and his were marked all over and nothing can change that. Nothing will change that.

But Rene just lies back down, draping her arm over his waist, with her fingers tapping along the skin.

He blows a breath of relief. He tries not second guess his fleeting thoughts of her almost leaving him. None of that now.

Enclosing his own arm around her, he kisses the side of her head. Her hair was like peaches and musk again and he bathed in it.

They were quiet for a long time. No one was sleeping even though they were tired but they couldn't. If they did, time would be slipping. And whatever time they had, they need to keep their eyes open and not let go of that time.

They didn't know when they were going to meet after this. How long was this going to last? Or is it already over before it began. No one knew. And that was terrifying.

"What are we going to do, Sebastian?" She whispered their troubled thoughts out loud as she watched her hands play with the ridges of his defined stomach.

Sebastian was looking up at his ceiling. Honestly, he doesn't know. He didn't know and he didn't know that he wanted to deal with it. Not now. Not like this. Not when they were enclosed in their sweet love making arms.

"I don't know."

At first, Rene stilled her fingers. Stopping it's movement had drawn Sebastian gaze to the little bird in his arms. What was she thinking now?

But then after while, she began her drumming and everything went back to normal.Gradually, they drifted into slumber. The cold air outside had nothing on the warmth of their bodies that held them close together.

Sublime sleep. It's only possible when you sleep in the arms of someone- someone who you feel very differently. Very strongly. The attraction glaze of burn still runs between the two and it envelops them together in a midnight beauty sleep.

Closed eyes and labored leisure breaths, they slept until the pounding on the door below hurt Sebastian's head like a blunt instrument repeatedly smashing over.

Pound. Pound. Pound.
And repeat. Pound. Pound. Pound.

Whoever was here up early at... he peeked at the wall clock in his room, seven am isn't a good sign.