She didn’t mean to stare, but the movement caught her eye and the moment she saw him removing his armor she was trapped, like a moth caught in the glow of a lamp. She had known he was beautiful, had seen the tips of his tattoos peaking at his wrists, but she was unprepared for the way the beautiful black ink worked its way in captivating patterns encircling every inch of his muscled arms. Nor had she anticipated the way she would suddenly have the desire to trace those patterns with her tongue. His black undershirt caught as he removed the breastplate, giving her a glimpse of his abdomen as he raised his arms. She felt her lips part as she took in the defined V of his hips.
Blushing she turned her back to him as she fought to keep her thoughts from wandering. What would his skin feel like if she ran her hands from those beautiful lines and up his torso? Curiosity burned within her, wondering if he kept his chest smooth or if she would find hair to entwine her fingers in. Did his tattoos go past his shoulders? Did they connect under his clavicle or did they run to his chest? What did his back look like? She had seen how the definition of the sleek muscles showed beneath the tight cloth of his shirts… she closed her eyes, he fingers splayed at her side as she imaged in his flesh beneath her roaming palms.
Her resolve broke and she peeked over her shoulder. She lightly bit her lower lip as her eyes soaked in his lean, defined form. For a moment she forgot how to breathe, her heart sped up and she soaked him in. Her eyes trailed their way up his form, widening when they met his; she turned forward, a blush blooming on her cheeks. She heard a quiet chuckle and gulped when she heard his pants hit the group. She closed her eyes and fought to get her racing heart to quiet in her chest, lest he hear it from across the room. The incense smoke did little to clear her hazy thoughts and she breathed in deeply, determined to maintain her composure.
“I’m not opposed to you looking”, he said gently behind her. She jumped out of her skin as his hand touched her shoulder. “If something pleases you, you should enjoy it.”
With a nervous laugh she shifted away, cursing herself silently as her eyes dipped for the mere breath of a second and felt a bit of relief at the sight of his soft black pants. The motion, as quick as it was, did not escape him, a slow subtle smirk drifted across his lips. She gulped and pointed her nose, turning her face away in a faux arrogance that she hoped would push him away. Her heartbeat was too loud in her ears, her breaths turned shallow.
“Nothing here to tempt me. A human body is just that, a human body.” Her voice quivered, giving her away. He moved like a cat, the confidence of experience rolling off of him leisurely. She stiffened anxiously, willing her shoulders not to pinch up protectively. She wasn’t fooling anyone. Although not totally pure, she knew she was a far cry away from the priest of a sex god. Suddenly she felt as if she were a virgin again, unease pooling in her abdomen and putting out the embers of heat that had slowly been glowing to life. Caught in his gaze she felt like a prey animal caught in a trap.
His smirk dropped into a soft line and he took a step back, his hands palms up in a gesture of peace. Suddenly his eyes lost their own heat and she watched as he shifted from a predator about to pounce, to someone on the defensive. He kept his eyes on mine as he moved back, every movement calculated.
“Its okay.” He whispered, his finger gently pointing towards the door. Her cheeks burned hotter than before, embarrassment creeping up her neck. She fought the urge to run out the door, instead attempting to move with as little dignity she possessed.
Once in the hall she fought back tears, what just happened? The two of them had been eye fucking each other for weeks. Being in the same room, surrounded by acolytes, the pull between them set her body ablaze. But being alone with him in that room was something totally different. There was no illusion, there was no daydream, it was too real. Suddenly everything his heated gaze seemed to promise felt like a threat. Once she was sure he wouldn’t hear, she ran at full speed, not stopping until she made it to her room and she slammed the door shut.
What was wrong with her? She’d had sex in the past. She was not a novice. She had been called a goddess herself once or twice, it wasn’t as if she didn’t know what she was doing. But he was still a stranger to her. They had done little more than make small talk in the past several weeks. She made her way to the bed and curled up beneath the blankets. The sound of the slowing pace of her racing heart thrummed in her ears; still seeing the glimpses of him behind her eyes, her winding confused thoughts lulled her into an uneasy sleep.
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