Drabble 05

Things would be so much simpler if she said yes.

How long had they stayed like this, frozen in time, staring into each other’s eyes? It should have been romantic, the blue of the sky locked in on amethyst jewels. But there was storm clouds in her eyes, lightning hot anger amidst the fear. Lenneth knew as well as Lezard did, that her attempts to hold him at bay were feeble at best. He could feel the tremor in her hands, a faint thing, but it was there, the Valkyrie feeling the strain of holding his much larger frame off her.

Lezard felt a delicious thrill as he pressed against her palms, felt her fingers dig deeper into his windpipe. Her struggles made her all the more beautiful, Lenneth’s unbound hair spreading out around her in a sheet of silver blue. His hands were touching that hair, sinking down into it, palms placed firmly on the sides of each shoulder. He wasn’t touching her, not yet, but OH! How he wanted to!

“Lenneth…” How embarrassing. He couldn’t even say her name without groaning! Was this what it came to, her nearness rendering him into a mere animal, slavering for any scrap of affection?! His tongue fell silent again, and he pushed down even harder against her hands, feeling them move back. If only she would say yes! Then there’d be no need for guilty remorse, no bitterness between them, no anger on her part. It didn’t even have to be a verbal acknowledgment, why he’d accept a softening of her eyes, or the relaxation of her hands.

Lezard wanted to kiss her. He could die a happy man if his Goddess would only let him kiss her! His lips burned with the memory of her warmth, how delicious the skin of her throat had felt to his mouth. He moaned out loud, tongue darting out to lick across his lips. “Lenneth…” He tried again. “Just say yes…”

“No!” She didn’t speak to him often, and Lezard ate up her words, even the ones that weren’t to his liking. “Yes…” He whispered silkily, his hands coming up to grasp her wrists. Lenneth frantically shook her head no, over and over again. His fingers were encircling her thin wrists, pulling her hands away, his sore throat being able to breathe all the better for it.

Lenneth let out a wordless cry as he bent back her arms, pinning them to the table. “Please Lenneth…” He was lowering himself to her, wanting to lay atop her body, to feel her breasts pressed against his chest. Her breathing changed, quick short puffs of air that spoke of her panic. Even as he railed curses at himself for being the cause of her distress, he continued. Transferring her wrists to a one handed grip, wanting, no needing another hand free. The back of his right hand found the curve of her cheek, the mage trying to soothe her with a neutral touch.

Lezard smoothed his hand down, turning it over to finger her lips. Her mouth snapped at his fingertips, flashes of pearl white teeth as she sought to injure him. He didn’t care, lowering his face to hers, wanting to claim that kiss even if it meant the spilling of his blood. But it was not meant to be, the Valkyrie turning her head to the side with a disgusted cry.

Everything he did disgusted her. Why couldn’t he please her, even in some small way?! His smile was sad as he gazed down at her, and his hand slid down to her neck, a lazy caress that continued downwards past her collarbone. His hand continued to travel, wedged between their bodies, fingers finding the top of her bodice, satin sensations against his skin. He very much wanted to rip the material away from her body, reveal those magnificent breasts of hers. Even as he yearned for the feel of them, he held back.

His breath grew ragged as he fought with his inner demons. He didn’t like to, didn’t want to think of himself as the type of man to force himself on a woman. And yet he was helpless in the face of his own desires. He had risked eternal damnation to bring her to him, what was one more sin to worship at her altar?! But somehow the thought of her hating him, bothered him more than anything the pits of Hel could throw at him.

His hand was starting to shake, a sign of his inner struggle. He flexed his fingers, bending at the knuckles, sliding them in underneath her top. His arm tensed, and he heard Lenneth’s shocked cry as he ripped open the expensive material. All the while he was waging battle with his inner self, reasoning he just wanted to see them, nothing more. But at the sight of her breasts, perfect and round, he couldn’t stop himself from falling on her like a famished man.