Ash
I pulled a fuzzy throw from the foot of the bed up and around her, not quite sure how she'd react being skin to skin with me when she roused. I then rewrapped my self around her small body as tightly I could, feeling adrift, untethered amidst the thoughts rushing through my head. Swirling down into a darkness I fought hard to skirt the edge of. I fought for the control that had saved my life so often in the past. The control that had abandoned me to the overwhelming lust that had swept through me when I had touched her body and felt the implicit invitation in her body. Seen the yearning in her eyes for me. No one had ever seemed to see me, to know me and want me still. I rubbed my hand over the skin of her bare shoulder my conditioning allowing me to enjoy the texture of her scars even as I hated the pain that caused them.
Anxiety was a fast rising tide trying to drown me in panic and fear but I concentrated on the memory of how she'd clung to me. How she'd seemed to claim me and given herself to me simultaneously. I could feel our connection even now, a second heartbeat behind my own wrapping us in golden chains. Or could I? Had a lost control? Was I imagining everything I'd seen in her eyes? I rubbed rough fingertips over the deep collar of smooth scar tissue encircling her delicate neck. Could someone who'd experienced pain like this really have trusted me with so much of herself so quickly? Was I falling too deeply into the cover story I'd been given as I'd been warned against.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, closing my eyes against tears. Exhale. I was so afraid I'd rushed her, forced her and that I might have lost her just that quickly even as she imprinted herself on my soul. Inhale. I'd never thought I'd wish to have internalized more of the training from the centers. Exhale. Until this moment I'd always felt a secret pride at keeping a smoldering ember of self deep inside. Inhale. Protected by the iron control and fierce intellect that had allowed me to place exactly where I wanted to in every class. Exhale. To choose my eventual destiny with my "aptitudes". Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. My breaths came faster as though I was getting less oxygen every time.
The breathing wasn't working to calm me and I needed to get myself under control. I did the one thing that used to calm me down as a child. I hadn't needed this crutch in a decade but I felt totally undone. All of my armor melted away in the heat of her regard. If I wasn't just imagining her response. I tightened my arms rocking us, not even able to bear thinking about loosing her. The Organization wouldn't need to come for me if I had lost her. I wouldn't live without her. I needed to be calm though, in case I wasn't broken. I didn't want her first impression of me after our first time to be one of upset and panic. She would have some ridiculous notion that she was at fault when she was perfect and I refused to ever put chinks in her view of her self. I ran through my internal repertoire and decided on a song that I had used to sing with defiance and attitude. Now I poured my soul into it never having meant words more than these.
"
It doesn't mean much
," my voice started out halting and scratchy. "
It doesn't mean anything at all. The life I've left behind me is a cold room
," my voice came much more smoothly now flowing with familiar words and melody. "
I've crossed the last line, from where I can't return. Where every step I took in faith betrayed me and took me from my home
," I looked down at he face somehow unsurprised to find her clear arctic eyes there to meet my own. I smiled even as the tears I'd been fighting fell to my cheeks.
"
Sweet sweet surrender is all I have to give
."
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Katya
Under my ear a warm melody rumbled pulling me from comfortable lassitude. For a moment I didn't know how I'd come to be here laying naked on a warm chest but even before panic could begin to speed my breath everything came back to me and I felt giddy bubbles of happiness burst inside my chest. I recognized the song he was singing, an old Sarah McLachlan song that had always seemed defiant to me till now. Hearing Ash's gorgeous baritone pour it out with such sincerity brought tears to my eyes. I looked up at his face and saw tears glistening at his lashes only to fall as his eyes met mine.
"
Sweet sweet surrender is all I have to give
," he sang directly into my heart. I smiled up at him and used my free arm to pull his mouth down to mine, the salt of both our tears flavoring the kiss. He pulled back not letting either of us fall back into passion. He rested his forehead against mine and let out a shuddering breath. His closed eyes were so close that I could see that even his eyelashes were a dark auburn not the black they seemed at a distance.
"Did I push too fast? Did I hurt you?" He pulled back looking into my eyes as if the truth would be written there. And maybe for him it would be. I felt like I could read every thought and fear in his eyes. I kissed him again, I couldn't not kiss him, his cinnamon scent wrapping around me, the wine velvet of his singing voice still resonating through me.