The strangest feeling ran through Valerie as he buried his face against her throat. The way he held her, the feel of his muscles as his arms wrapped around her small frame, the scent of his shampoo, his body wash, his skin. The blonde felt intoxicated, a little breathless, comforted. How could that be? Warm breath against her pulse made it beat faster. Even though it was his nose that ran across her flesh it caused a tingle of where it had been. The subtlest of invisible marks that could be felt but not seen by skin on skin contact. Perhaps that explained the way her fingers stretched out, gripped for a split second just to release the dark strands clutched there, then splayed out across his scalp to stroke lightly again.
Time could have stopped, sped up or even slowed down. Valerie wouldn’t have noticed. Seconds, minutes, they ceased to make sense. Maybe it was just that they no longer mattered in that moment. Entwined together in an embrace that kept her focus solely on him, on them, time no longer meant anything. Until his lips found her skin. The kiss had been delicate. Incredibly soft and not nearly long enough, and she heard a rumble that no doubt came from her. “I thought you already did?” She said, as her fingers twined in his hair to tug lightly. To make him aware of her hands and why they were there in the first place. Without words his silent question had been answered in kind. The second she’d caressed the back of his neck with curious fingers.
Another rumble made it to her ears. Louder somehow as the hairs on the back of her neck raised. Belatedly she realised she hadn’t made the sounds at all, that tingle did not come from attraction, which could only mean one thing. “Brian…” Valerie said softly, cautiously, “You have to listen to me carefully. I need you to let me go, and get inside…” Small hands withdrew from his hair with a lingering touch to the side of his jaw. When their eyes met she finished in a whisper, “We’re not alone anymore.”
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on 2013-09-03 10:48 pm (UTC)Time could have stopped, sped up or even slowed down. Valerie wouldn’t have noticed. Seconds, minutes, they ceased to make sense. Maybe it was just that they no longer mattered in that moment. Entwined together in an embrace that kept her focus solely on him, on them, time no longer meant anything. Until his lips found her skin. The kiss had been delicate. Incredibly soft and not nearly long enough, and she heard a rumble that no doubt came from her. “I thought you already did?” She said, as her fingers twined in his hair to tug lightly. To make him aware of her hands and why they were there in the first place. Without words his silent question had been answered in kind. The second she’d caressed the back of his neck with curious fingers.
Another rumble made it to her ears. Louder somehow as the hairs on the back of her neck raised. Belatedly she realised she hadn’t made the sounds at all, that tingle did not come from attraction, which could only mean one thing. “Brian…” Valerie said softly, cautiously, “You have to listen to me carefully. I need you to let me go, and get inside…” Small hands withdrew from his hair with a lingering touch to the side of his jaw. When their eyes met she finished in a whisper, “We’re not alone anymore.”