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Sleepless - Part 60/?

Date: 2013-11-05 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Vilkas neared the final pages of his book. It had been interesting and while there were parts that were boring the last half of the book had certainly made up for it. The last half of the book was after the member had been accepted into the circle.

There his writing became obscure, less direct much more vague; disjointed even. There was definitely a sense that it was a new person writing this portion. Vilkas supposed it basically was, considering he would have had the wolf in his head as well at that time.

The book was short but the last few pages were invaluable. Despite the obscurity Vilkas had generally worked out that this man was searching for a cure, secretly with only the help of one other shield brother. Their research was limited, they didn’t discover an actual cure but they seemed certain about one thing; Ysramor would guide the Companions back to the right path.

Vilkas didn’t know what to make of the ideas but he made a note to mention it to Kodlak tomorrow. Perhaps they were finally getting closer to a cure.

As Vilkas closed the book he still wasn’t tired, and it would be a while before Ariella would tire as well. He was about to go get another book when he let his gaze wonder to her.

She sat quietly, not noticing his gaze as she concentrated on her book. Her lips moved silently as she read the foreign words; her skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. She was captivating.

“What does Akaviri sound like?” He asked her, placing his own book aside.

“I can read it aloud if you’d like.” She sat up a bit more and balanced the book on her legs.

“Please do.”

She started to read and the words flowed through the air like poetry. He didn’t understand a word but the way it sounded was enough. He knew the words probably had dull meanings but it sounded much more fantastic in Akaviri.

Vilkas just sat and watched her as she read. At the start she kept glancing to him every so often, disrupting the flow. Yet she was speaking much more fluently, as if this dead language was her mother tongue.

Vilkas looked her over; she wasn’t paying attention to him any more. Just reading, speaking in that voice, those foreign words that stirred something in him.

He repositioned himself and captured her lips with his. Just as Vilkas felt Ariella about to drop her book he broke the kiss.

“Keep reading.” He whispered,

“For how long?” Ariella’s eyes followed him as he moved away from her.

“Just don’t stop until I say so.” Ariella turned her eyes from him and she began reading again. Vilkas waited until she was at that natural state again where reading seemed effortless.

The words flowed from her mouth, meanings lost to him but that didn’t matter. He liked to hear her speak, especially like that; exotic, confident.

He guided her to lie down. Her eyes only glanced to him once, but her words didn’t stop. Vilkas positioned himself between her legs.

He allowed his hands to trail up. He could hear her breath hitch, feel her heart rate quicken and smell the desire growing in her as his hands wondered further up.

His hands travelled under her sleeping tunic and up to her hips. His fingers hooked on the band of her small clothes but stopped as he realised she’d stopped speaking.

She soon carried on speaking in the language that made Vilkas’ skin stand on edge. Once she was in the flow again he removed the small clothes and allowed his hands to wonder.

They wondered over her legs, stomach, hips, inner thighs… Ariella’s breath would hitch delightfully as he neared his final destination.

But he wouldn’t be touching that with his hands, at least not first.

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Bit of a tease, but I'll post the rest tomorrow. I need sleep....

Re: Sleepless - Part 60/?

Date: 2013-11-05 04:40 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
ahhhhhhhhhh! I'll wait with anxiety the rest! good sleep!

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