Kiera wakes.
Fear.
She's in a strange bed, restrained, a dream? Nightmare?
She looks around, Shia is standing there, watching her.
Panic.
Why is she here, does she know? Oh god, she knows.
Shia watches her, studies her. Eyes cold, searching.
Not a dream. Completely at Shia's mercy. Dream come true?
Maybe.
Shia is silent, it drives her crazy, can't stand silence.
Kiera bares her soul, blurts her feelings, says too much.
Shia jerks back, the force of Kiera's desire unnerving.
Keeps away, but continues to listen. Silent.
Kiera panics, begs for forgiveness, redemption, release?
She quiets, cries softly, she's trapped, alone.
Rejected?
Insecurity and scars surface. Clawing at her insides.
She's now sobbing, shaken and lost inside her own head.
Shia sees her, listens. Her heart hurts, breaks for Kiera.
Her anger falls away, she goes to her, wants to comfort her.
Kiera is lost in hurt, old and new, overwhelmed. Distant.
She strikes out, strains against her bonds, with feral eyes.
Shia's face shows shock, hurt. She scrambles away.
Kiera surfaces from her pain, sees what she's done.
She's horrified. Begs forgiveness. Tears come again.
Shia comes to her, slowly, tentatively, carefully.
Kiera is calm now, focused, alert. Ashamed.
Shia strokes her hair, calming her, reassuring her.
Kiera promises to leave, to not hurt her again.
It's what Shia wanted, isn't it? Why is the thought painful?
She acts on impulse, kisses Kiera, tenderly.
Kiera's heart skips, she returns the kiss, hungry.
Shia breaks away. Pale, staring, shaking, unsure.
She is stricken by Kiera's vulnerability. Her passion.
Kiera's lips burn from the kiss, desire for Shia boiling.
Shia closes the gap, kisses again, softly, Kiera responds.
Shia embraces her, caresses her, feels their hearts race.
