[She should say that she is glad to have something else to focus on. That the bright lights and the sounds of the fireworks and the city below would be enough to keep her attention, but with him around her, all she can think about is that. All she can think about is how she feels his gaze rest on her as she keeps her own trained skyward, trying to take in the blinking lights.
She might have looked on with a sort of childlike wonder, reminisced about the times she'd watched them in the past when she felt more whole, were it not for the way she could feel his breath on her neck, or the intensity in his green eyes bearing down on her with all the weight of the things they have yet to say.
The fireworks are nothing more than distant points on the horizon—nothing special, like stars among all the rest. Their loud explosions as they burst over their heads hold no candle to the drumming of her heart, or the roar of her blood, rolling like thunder through her head, or the sound of his breath in her ear.
If he had just kept his mouth shut. If he hadn't pressed his lips to her hand. If he hadn't captured her stare...
She might have been glad to have them.
The reality is that she can't focus on anything else but him.
Her lips part in a silent gasp when he dips his lips to the back of her neck, brushing so featherlight that it tickles more than it scorches, but then he's kissing her there, moving further to where her hair meets the nape of her neck, and that leaves behind a burn that cuts deep.
So deep that she shudders when it buries itself into her soul, another blister with his name written all over it forever imprinted there with all the rest. All the ones that he had left the night before, still raw and aching like wounds being reopened, spilling out all of her desires right into his waiting hands.]
Cidolfus...?
[Finally, Benedikta finds her voice again, questioning and quiet under the sound of the fireworks and her racing heart that hammers against the cage of her ribs, and she doesn't realize how far she's relaxed against him, or how far her head had tipped to its side, neck wide open.
After last night, she should not be questioning a thing. She should be more sure of where he stands, what he wants, but there are lines drawn in the space between them that stop her from understanding where either of their hearts wish to be...]
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She might have looked on with a sort of childlike wonder, reminisced about the times she'd watched them in the past when she felt more whole, were it not for the way she could feel his breath on her neck, or the intensity in his green eyes bearing down on her with all the weight of the things they have yet to say.
The fireworks are nothing more than distant points on the horizon—nothing special, like stars among all the rest. Their loud explosions as they burst over their heads hold no candle to the drumming of her heart, or the roar of her blood, rolling like thunder through her head, or the sound of his breath in her ear.
If he had just kept his mouth shut. If he hadn't pressed his lips to her hand. If he hadn't captured her stare...
She might have been glad to have them.
The reality is that she can't focus on anything else but him.
Her lips part in a silent gasp when he dips his lips to the back of her neck, brushing so featherlight that it tickles more than it scorches, but then he's kissing her there, moving further to where her hair meets the nape of her neck, and that leaves behind a burn that cuts deep.
So deep that she shudders when it buries itself into her soul, another blister with his name written all over it forever imprinted there with all the rest. All the ones that he had left the night before, still raw and aching like wounds being reopened, spilling out all of her desires right into his waiting hands.]
Cidolfus...?
[Finally, Benedikta finds her voice again, questioning and quiet under the sound of the fireworks and her racing heart that hammers against the cage of her ribs, and she doesn't realize how far she's relaxed against him, or how far her head had tipped to its side, neck wide open.
After last night, she should not be questioning a thing. She should be more sure of where he stands, what he wants, but there are lines drawn in the space between them that stop her from understanding where either of their hearts wish to be...]