Violet
Heat slowly crept back to my face as the silence between us stretched on, not entirely uncomfortable, but the air seed weighed down by everything we had just done. Everything we now had to acknowledge.
What now?
I don’t know why, but the question brought out a silent fear within .
I shifted slightly and went still. The wetness between my thighs, the stickiness on my skin, the evidence of what we had done was impossible to ignore.
My face burned hotter.
"I..." I started, then stopped, not sure how to say it without dying of embarrassnt.
"What is it?"
I couldn’t look at him. I kept my gaze fixed on his chest, my cheek plastered against him as I watched it rise and fall with each breath. "I’m... uncomfortable. I want to wash myself."
The words ca out so quietly I wasn’t sure he’d heard them.
But he absolutely would.
His arms tightened around briefly, and then he was shifting, adjusting his hold. I pushed back against him as he straightened his back, his hold around easing.
Before I could get up, he rose to his feet. His hand scooped under my knees, carrying with him. My heart jumped and my arms flew around his neck imdiately, afraid I would fall.
"What are you—"
He looked down at , surprised. "You said you wanted to wash yourself."
I looked away, alard. "Yes, but..."
My eyes swiftly swept the cave. There was no water, and the only option I felt there would be to wet a washcloth with the rain and wipe myself with it.
He started walking, his other arm snaking around my back. His fingers dug into the sides of my breast and my pulse quickened.
"There’s no water..." my words trailed as I noticed him carrying towards the cave entrance.
The downpour was still heavy, but the winds had died down. The sky seed a bit clearer now and there were no more lightning flashes across the sky. Just steady, relentless rain.
What was he doing?
"It’s raining," I protested, even as he kept walking.
"I know."
My eyes widened. The rain was pouring, and I wasn’t sure how pleasurable it would be to be struck by the raging torrents. Then there were the rocks, we could slip and fall.
"I’m not sure its safe—"
"We will be fine." He paused right at the entrance, adjusting his grip on as he stared into the storm. "Trust ."
Before I could say anything else, he stepped out into the rain.
The shock of cold water hit imdiately and I gasped, burying my face against his neck. It was freezing at first, then the cold subsided to a comfortable feeling.
The rain still hit my skin like pinpricks and to my alarm, I sensed him moving again. I tried peeking at where we were going but the rain battered my face and I found myself blinking rapidly and trying to see our environnt.
How was he even moving through this rain?
He stopped and I noticed the intensity of the rain was fainter here. He had co to one of the flat rocky ledges close to the cave opening. An overhanging rock provided so shelter from the weather, but the rain still reached us from all sides, especially from my waist down, but my face was still protected from the torrent.
My legs trembled when he set down, and I swayed slightly, still weak from earlier.
"Sit down," he said, guiding down to the stone surface.
I did, grateful for the solid support beneath . Slight tremors still went through my legs to my shock, or maybe it had been because I tried to stand. My chest heated up and my thoughts were imdiately drawn from what we did when I felt the rain hit my back.
Kael crouched in front of , and even through the rain I could see the intensity in his eyes. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants.
"Wait—" I started, my hands flying to cover his.
"They need to co off," he said quietly, looking up at . "They’re soaked with—" He stopped, but we both knew what he ant.
Heat flooded my face again despite the cold rain. He was right. I knew he was right. But the thought of being completely naked out here, with him watching.
"I’ll do it myself," I breathed, staring back at him.
He lowered his gaze back down to my waist band and moved my hands away. "I don’t want you to slip and fall."
Sothing in his voice made go still. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I planted my hands at my sides, my heart thundering in my chest as he helped lift my lips so he could slide my pants down. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, unable to watch as he peeled the wet fabric away.
The sudden cold of my bum sitting on the cold rocky slab made open my eyes again and I shivered as the rain hit my lower half.
What he did next shocked even more.
His hands were on , gently but thoroughly cupping water and running it over my thighs. There was a consistent run-off of water down the slab, along with so trickling down the overhanging rock. He scooped what trickled down and splashed it on .
Washing away the evidence of what we’d done.
I held my breath.
For so reason, this felt more intimate than what we’d done in the cave. Him washing like this, he was so gentle... It made my chest ache.
Why?
His touch was practical at first, but then his movents slowed.
I felt his hands linger on my skin. His breathing changed.
His hand stilled on my thigh and he stared at them. I instinctively clenched them together, the heat travelling from my face to the rest of my body.
The rain should have been cold enough to numb everything, but where his hand rested suddenly felt warm. Too warm.
"I can—" My voice ca out shaky. "I can do it myself."
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