A bit absent-minded

A daze is there in her head as she wakes up. Memories of a possible yesterday quite gone from her mind as she looks at her surroundings. Quite bewildered as she realizes she isn’t in her own room. Her own bed. It felt weird and alien to be somewhere else. As if something had brought her here, while she couldn’t place any struggle. Nor was she feeling uncomfortable with it. In fact, there was someone atop of her that made her feel so cozy. His legs on either side of hers. Feeling the warmth of his against the blanket. Giving her the shocking revaluation that she wasn’t wearing anything. It was improper…scandalous even. But whoever it was that was behind her made her feel calm and safe. Like she was in fact home.

It is why a dimple appears on her right cheek, as her other cheek is facing the pillow. A smile on her lips as she just stares at the closet on the opposite end of the room. The door was slightly ajar, and she does think to recognize a few shirts in there. Though a name doesn’t seem to come from it. And it isn’t at all what her mind is focussed on. Most of it is focussed on her own body. The anticipation to what this man could do to her. For some reason heightening her sensitivity, as she could feel every inch of movement of the blanket as she breathed in and out. Though she wasn’t really sure of what could happen, she felt how he felt. Strangely enough it felt like there was a semblance of connection. Like through air and the blanket she felt the sadness that was palpable. Like just before thunder, there would be a pressure and warmth in the air, she could feel how he was in a pain she couldn’t place. Since it wasn’t her own pain, so she couldn’t know where it would be originating from. But still she could feel it. And the only thing she wanted for him was to feel better.

Perhaps it was because of the vulnerability. Or it is because she could feel the shared sadness inside of him. Eliorah knew what to do. It felt only natural as her hand went to the edge of the blanket. To slowly slide it down along her shoulder blades. To feel how her skin touched the air. As the blanket is pushed down her body. Where soon she feels the strong body of the man place itself. Feeling how only part of her back touches him, though she can feel the warmth of him. His arms holding her, though not going underneath her laying form. Finding a hesitance she knows there shouldn’t be anymore. She is open to him. It only feels natural as she pushes her own body up only slightly. To feel his arms, thick and strong go around the soft skin of her belly. A deep breath flows out of her as she lets the man completely hold her in a way that she thought only lovers could.

And with that, she turned her body to the broken man. Feeling how her soft breasts squeezed themselves against his chiseled body. His strength under his skin melting against her soft skin. Making her shiver as her nipples became hard. Thick as chestnuts pricking into the man’s chest as she closed her eyes. It only felt natural to do so as she opened her mouth slightly. A slight ‘o’ leaving her lips. As she knew she was going to be kissed. Which wasn’t something she wanted to stop. Since his smell made her heart thump faster. His hands now on her back, walking with his fingers in the crevice of her spine. Warm electric pulses walking over her body as she leaves herself to be in his arms.

To then feel his hot breath linger on her lips. Making her feel dry and a little bit dizzy. As she remembers his scent. Though again isn’t able to place it in her head. It all feeling a bit unreal as he lets himself be atop of her. His hair slightly touching hers as she lets him do whatever he wants. Her body only lying there. Not able to move as his warm lips soon will land on hers. The moment only seeming to stand still in time while his hand traces itself now under the blanket. Sliding against the grain, to make a slight moan come from her lips. She wants this. She needs his heat. His touch driving her crazy as she moves, pressing herself towards him. Her head flushing as he finally kisses her. His lips soft and warm. His taste reminding her finally of who he is. Stan was kissing her and she was greedily kissing him back.

It made her moan in surprise as her hands went around her stepbrother. Feeling his muscles bulge up against his skin. She feels for the first time in a week connected again. As if she has been floating through the week. Not really feeling the gravity of earth. Even though she knew it had to be there. The days that she hadn’t been in contact with Him. A numbness had been concocted in her that she didn’t feel aware of. Though now she knew. All of that however is washed away with the care and safety Stan puts into his kiss. Tenderly embracing her in a sense that someone would hold a fallen dove. She lets it happen as she feels a warmth connect with her chest. Her heart thumping fast against his.

It’s just his lips against hers. Her breasts squeezed against his warm chest. While she realizes that yesterday hadn’t been a dream. Meaning that she has had her fingers on his clothes. Meaning that she wasn’t the only one who was fully naked as her lips respond to his. The only thing dividing them a dark colored blanket. Perhaps this is also something that Stan realized as he then departed his lips from her. Looking into her auburn eyes. His eyes searching for something, though seeming to be quickly reminded of what he was looking at her. His voice was soft, though his words felt like knives slicing into her skin.

“We’re brother and sister El, we can’t really do this”

How could he say that at such a moment where she feels so ****? Not to mention, even though he said it, his hand was at the back of her head. Moving his fingers over her scalp. Sending down a sensation that made Eliorah’s eyes flutter. Her mouth was dry. She felt like she needed to respond with a snarky response. A comment everyone would have asked of her in this situation. Though she couldn’t think of anything to say. And neither were his eyes asking her to. They both knew that what they were doing was wrong.

“Lauren called…”

His voice didn’t have the softness it had just a few seconds ago. Her hands on his back could even feel his muscles jerk. While his jaw clenched. She knew he was in pain and now came the reason why.

“She seems to have been caught. She’s in distress. I probably need to disappear-”

“No”

Eliorah says it before he finishes his sentence. Her heart was falling to pieces as she hears him talk about him leaving. Just as she feels she has grown back to him. Feeling his warmth on her skin. His smell of cinnamon and burnt wood. Her hands put more pressure on him. As if to **** him to stay.

“I have to El, I’ve-“

Again she cut him off with a ‘no’, though this time louder. She felt distress bubble up in her head. A void that felt inevitable to shake away.

“No, you can’t leave”

“I’m not human Eliorah”

No more ‘El’ anymore. While something had been said that seemed inexplicable. Even though it landed like a lost puzzle piece, it all seemed to make sense now. Though she couldn’t agree with such a weird statement, even though somewhere in the back of Eliorah’s mind she knows it to be true.

“What are you saying?”

She whispers. Feeling the gravity of what they are talking about. All the while she is somewhat in her own cocoon of Stan holding onto her. And her arms still pushing her step brother closer to her.

“When I bite something, I take a part of its power. It’s with every creature.”

He says the words in a monotone as Eliorah tries to make sense of it. He talks about the experiments he did when he was little. Talks about the lion. Talks about the person he met on the bus. All the while Eliorah doesn’t ask questions. She leaves him to tell everything. All the while she dreads one sentence that she knows is coming. The bond that she feels.

“It is because I have bitten you that you love me El”

Tears break from his facade. His mask that he had been able to wear for so long. Nobody really there to be confide with. Instead of trying to escape, her arms drag his powerful body down to again lay itself on top of her. His face now hidden by her blonde curls as she felt hot tears trickle down against her cheek and neck. Her hand walking to the back of his head. Now her fingers make circles along his scalp. Moving along his hair. And the weird part was that she believed him.

“I’m sorry”

She knew he meant it. It explained why he ran away after they had kissed. It’s not because he didn’t love her, it’s because he does. Selfishly wanting her and to forget about taking away her thoughts. While at the same time feeling guilty for doing so. Even though he hadn’t done it knowingly. Despite all of that, to her own shock Eliorah felt that she wouldn’t even be opposed to the idea if he had done it knowingly. It even subconsciously makes her crane her neck a little. Opening it up for Stan. Somewhat seducing him into taking more,

“You’ll have to take me with you”

A silence had followed. All the while she held him in her arms. Feeling his larger body come to rest a bit more against her. Only spurring on more butterflies.

“Didn’t you hear me, I said-“

Stan tries to be the hero, though Eliorah won’t let him.

“I’m practically addicted to you, so you leaving would kill me”

She knew it was a lie, though it would feel like it. But it was able to pierce his defenses. Because Stan also seemed to understand now that whatever had happened between the two of them, Eliorah was now also a part of it. Even though perhaps unwilling.

“Fine”

He said softly into her ear as Eliorah turned her face to his. Her lips meeting with his again. To be quickly interrupted as someone rang the doorbell.