Her fingers tangled with his, giving a gentle pull to draw him back to the bed as she purred once again, deeply satisfied with the way he reacted to that sound from her throat. Her other hand rose, smoothing up from the indent of his navel, over the thud of his heart, curling against the line of his jaw to invite him down to her. Her breath warmed his lips as she offered him the ghost of a moan in the darkness, violet eyes sparkling in a way he couldn't truly appreciate in the gloom, despite how close she was. And when she spoke, it was in a throaty growl, half demand, half plea. "Touch me again, Jake."
He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, unaware of the danger, unaware he was about to meet his doom. She'd kissed him once already, and that one kiss had burned like fire against his lips, yearning for another, hoping against hope that it was only the first of many. Her touch stirred his desire like no one had before her. He heard himself gulp audibly as she drew him to her, hoping she wasn't just teasing him, feeling like if she didn't make good on her promise, he might die. He felt her breath warm against his lips, so agonizingly close, and his eyes drifted closed as he pursed his lips, readying himself for that kiss. She called him by name, and his heart twisted in his chest. No one called him by his birth name, no one but family. "Leia..." he breathed, whispering her name. "I want you."
"Need directions?" she murmured impishly, the words just barely brushing her grinning lips against his. So many hints, so many suggestions, and he was still nervous of taking the first step. Her fingers loosed themselves from his, drawing her touch up along the line of his arm, pouring her palm over the definition of his clavicle and shoulder to cup the back of his neck. Another purr was offered up, so close this time as to vibrate into him through her touch. "If you don't follow through on this, I may just scream the place down."
This could not be happening. He had to be dreaming. It wasn't like he'd never been with a woman before, but never anyone like her. He shuddered at her touch, giving up all resistance, if there had been any resistance to begin with. I love you, he thought, but no. It was too soon for love. What he was feeling was something else. Lust? Desire? It didn't really matter. They were both consenting adults. She wanted him and he sure as hell wanted her, and that was all that mattered. He smothered her lips with a kiss that spoke volumes of his desire, climbing back onto the bed and pushing her onto her back as he covered her with his body. He didn't want to go too fast, lest it be over too quickly, but he wanted her so badly he was shaking.
She was warm and certainly willing, though his sudden confidence took her a little by surprise, filling his mouth with a delighted gasp as he took control back from her with barely a moment of hesitation. Yes, she was a tease, and yes, he had proved to be a lot of fun to tease, but there came a time when teasing had to give way to something else. She liked him; he made her laugh, he'd kept her safe, he hadn't judged her harshly for her chosen profession. He wanted her, more potently than any other had, and in return, she wanted him. Humans had never really been on her list of races she was attracted to, until this afternoon. Borne down onto her back, she welcomed the heat and weight of him over her, pouring hunger into the kisses he had initiated and she refused to allow an end to, drinking in the taste of him, his desire as much as the flavor of his mouth. If the opening chapter was anything to go by, this was going to be a pillowing she would thoroughly enjoy.
He couldn't see her very clearly in the dark, but what he couldn't see, he could feel, his imagination filling in the blanks. From what he'd seen and could feel, he couldn't imagine she was anything but beautiful. She was like no one he'd ever met before, and it wasn't just the fact that she wasn't entirely human. He thought she was out of his league, far above him. It was only a matter of time before she figured that out on her own, but he didn't want to think about that now. He'd worry about that later. He kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, hungry, needy, frenzied kisses that left them both breathless.
He wasn't the world's greatest lover, but what he lacked in skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. His kisses trailed down her body, wanting to taste and touch every inch of her, but those kisses only drove him wilder with desire and before long he was taking her, without word, without warning. He rocked his hips against hers and filled her with his warmth, moaning into her kisses and shuddering with pleasure as their bodies moved together as one, with the same goal in mind.
Time seemed to fly in the gloom that enveloped them, hazing the senses until all she could see or feel or touch or scent was the tender frenzy of the man she had seduced, moving over her, covering her warm flesh with kisses that burned her skin and made her moan. Sooner than she had expected, more used to the way an elven male always seemed to have something to prove, he was inside her, and learning intimately that no matter how small, how delicate she appeared, she could take whatever he offered her with wild enthusiasm of her own. Dancing in the darkness, she rose and fell with him, breathless, heedless of prying ears, purring in that sensual, feline way as her body slumped back to the sheets, pulling him down onto her, savoring the weight and heat of his body as her lips plied his with softer, gentler kisses.
She was small compared to him, and yet, she exuded an inner strength unlike any woman he'd ever met before - a certain confidence and strength of spirit he couldn't help but admire. She knew what she wanted and held nothing back. Yes, she was something of a tease, but that teasing had only made him want her all the more. He molded his body to hers in the darkness, moving with her, yin to her yang, her body fitting his perfectly, even as small as she was compared to him. He wrapped her in his embrace, warm and protective and surprisingly gentle, crying out as his body exploded, like a night sky full of fireworks. He'd never experienced anything so intense, didn't remember sex being anything quite like this. He found himself daring to hope that it wouldn't end, like it always had in the past, daring to hope that she might want more from him than just a one night stand.
She held to him in the tangle of twisted sheets, legs tucked loose about his hips, one arm wrapped about his neck, one hand smooth up and down over his heart as she breathed him in, tasting his breath, the gentle sheen of salt sweat on his skin, with the tip of her tongue. "Worth waiting for," she murmured softly, catching his lower lip in her teeth to worry at it for one long moment before releasing him. "I've never been with a human before."
He exhaled a heavy sigh, trembling but not from cold, the sweetness of their coupling ebbing slowly away, leaving him feeling weak but strangely content. He peered through the darkness down at her, the violet of her eyes shining in the moonlight which cast its silvery light across her face, close enough that he didn't need his glasses to admire her loveliness. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, not even bothering to hold back a groan as she nibbled at his lower lip, clearly enamored or at the very least enraptured.
Her fingertips drew through the hair at his nape in a rippling caress, a surprisingly young smile lighting up her face at his compliment. "Gods have nothing to do with this, here and now," she murmured, the tip of her nose nudging against his as her hand smoothed from over his heart to round the sharp curve of his hip, her knee rising to settle her own thigh snug to that same hip with intimate confidence. "Don't leave," she added in a quiet whisper, the momentary grip of her fingers screaming to even the dullest tool in the box that she had been loved and left too many times. "I don't want you to go."
He frowned down at her in the darkness, unaware that she could see him so clearly, the uncertainty on his face, perhaps even a little fear. This wasn't his home; he didn't belong here. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here, but in that moment, he would have given just about anything to stay there with her. "We don't even know each other, Leia," he whispered back, rolling to his side with a sigh and pulling her along with him. He reached out in the darkness to brush his fingers against her cheek. She was so beautiful and so sad. Why was she sad? It couldn't be because of him, could it? No one had asked him such a thing before; no one had ever cared. His heart ached at the thought of leaving her, but he wasn't sure if he could stay.
"I want to know you," she told him in the quiet stillness, rising up to push him to his back, to lean over him with intimate assurity, her smaller form pressed close. "You took a chance without knowing me, you trusted me. You want me, I can feel it." Her cheek turned under his touch, lips brushing his fingertips with muted passion. A faint smirk touched her mouth as she leaned over him, visible in the moonlight. "I could always tie you down and do wicked things to you until you give in."