Alone (Adara and Emilian)

[Adara Snow]

It was impossible to think when he looked at her, when everything urged her to go on. She chewed her lip a moment, stopping sharply when she realized it to soothe the bite with her tongue. "Then I may look at you?" she asked, her hands not straying a centimeter from where he'd brought them. Curiosity was pressing at her, whispering to forget and to trust him.

[Emilian Sota]

It had come to the point that anything and everything she said or did made his want for her burn even more. "Look at me, touch me, do whatever you want to me," Emilian said, his voice tight with lust. Sometimes, the yearning was just as wonderful as actually achieving what he wanted.

[Adara Snow]

Adara glanced down at her hands, then back up at Emilian for assurance, though all she saw in his eyes was that same strange intensity that she could not resist. She chewed her lip as she brought her gaze back down his abdomen, reflexive guilt burning, then drowning in curiosity. She caught at the hem of his shirt, then began to pull it upward, her gaze riveted to the expanse of skin she was revealing. "You are so different," she murmured.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian couldn't decide whether he should close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of the new air on his skin, or to watch her with the same curiosity that was in her eyes as she looked at his stomach. He pulled one eye open, his eyelids had slid down, at her words, "Mmmm, how so?"

[Adara Snow]

Adara tugged his shirt higher, holding it just under his arms with one hand as the other hovered tentatively over his skin. "Here," she said, tracing lightly against one pectoral muscle. It made sense, of course, that he would not look as she did, but she had never really paid attention. "This is not bad?" she clarified, looking up at Emilian.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyelids fell over his eyes again at her light, unsure touch. "Definitely not." He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, putting it on a table behind him. The motion pulled uncomfortably at the remainder of his boil, courtesy of Chase, but he did his best to ignore it. He took her hand that had been holding his shirt, kissing her fingertips.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's lips curved into a blushing smile, all her worry and guilt gone at seeing how pleased he was. Her eyes slipped away from his, back down over his bare torso. She wondered how it was that she got the same flutter from simply looking that she got from his touch. "You are beautiful," she observed, the words a statement of fact, without pretense or flattery.

[Emilian Sota]

"As are you," Emilian said, of course, he didn't mention that he had never seen a body he thought unattractive. He let his hands run the length of her arms and down her sides, back to the bottom of her shirt. His eyes followed the path of his hands, locking on her lower stomach as his hands began to roam under the cloth.

[Adara Snow]

Without the intensity that had been there last time, his touch was less of a shock. Even so, she could feel herself shivering, could feel bursts of nervous electricity firing through her blood. Adara bit her lip, trying to keep from thinking so that the fear would not return.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian ran his hands over her stomach, pushing her shirt up and exposing the skin. His eyes focused on her, taking it all in, it had been a while since he had had an experience quite like he was having. He was beginning to wonder how far he would go, he wanted so badly to take her, but....

[Adara Snow]

"Am I still beautiful?" Adara asked. She had been told that she was beautiful often enough, but the word meant little to her other than a pretty complement. It was selfish, but Adara wanted to hear his voice, something to remind her that she was pleasing him.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian pulled her shirt off and put it behind him, on top of his, not taking his eyes from her body. He kissed her lightly, letting his hands roam over her, "Very much so." He told himself he wouldn't go farther than this, he would wait, would pull himself away before he ruined his chance with one of the only girls that didn't hate him.

[Adara Snow]

Adara felt incredibly exposed, and she moved closer to Emilian, trying to hide herself by drawing too near to see. She ducked her head against his shoulder, letting the fall of her hair shield her. She knew that she should not feel this way, that he thought her beautiful, but even the feel of his hands was not enough to distract her from such an enormous step.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian shivered lightly, the light feel of her hair on his skin, giving him goosebumps. He brushed her hair behind her shoulder, examining the curves of her body as he did so. "We can stop," he murmured, putting an arm lightly around her waist, surprising himself by giving her the option. The entirety of how he was acting towards her surprised him, why he wasn't giving in to his passions was a mystery to him, he just felt, something. Her curiosity, which had amused him at first, now amazed him, and he had a faint memory of feeling the same way at some point, in the very distant past.

[Adara Snow]

Adara nodded without lifting her eyes to look at him. She couldn't have said why, but he made her feel treasured, despite all the horrors she had heard about him. She believed that they were true, and counted herself indescribably lucky that she was able to reach the man she had first believed she saw. "Thank you, Emilian." Adara finally dared to look up at him, no fear in her eyes, only weariness from all she had been through.