Laboratory Beta
She’d kissed him before and he recalled the fervent greed of it, how eagerly her lips had moved once he’d broken the ice between them, her hands ready to press through his skin. She hadn’t been shy then, although she seemed that way now. So hesitant, so unsure and yet there was hunger in her eyes. It was more than that though. He didn’t need to read it in her body language, not when her lips had so baldly declared her desires. She certainly wanted this but some rationale was holding her back — propriety no doubt — but once she got a taste of the thing she wanted, Fionn felt certain that she’d throw herself into this with greater passion. If she was almost panting with need now, veritably breathless then he could only imagine how she’d be once they started snogging and that they would was a given. After all, if she was so eager to kiss him, why ever would she stop at one brief press of lips?
Aurelie’s hand found his chest and he relaxed into it, leaning subtly into her touch but he managed to stop himself from leaning closer to her. Instead, he forced himself to remain where he was, taking no action but the one concession he allowed himself was to move his lips against hers when she crossed the short gap to kiss him. It was her turn to tease though, her mouth on his for too fleeting a span. Enough to stir his blood more, quickening the rhythms of his body so that it was harder for him to tease, harder for him to control himself.
When they’d kissed for the first time, he had kissed her and then drawn away, her lips coming to seek his and perhaps now she hoped for the same thing in reverse, for Fionn to chase her mouth this time when they parted. He held himself apart still, checking his impulses so that he didn’t throw himself at her, wrapping himself around her, tangle his fingers in her hair, draw her to him and taste her more deeply. He held himself back but he was teetering on an edge and struggling not to slip across a thin line that would be all too easy to cross.
The kitchen maid shifted nearer, her hand never releasing him and he let it remain — happy to have it there — with her fingers bunched in the fabric of his shirt. The other hand found the back of his neck and he shivered on the brink, ready to lean forward in anticipation of her drawing the young man to her. Instead, it was her turn to tease, laughing a little before she managed a playful chastisement that was almost stern. For a moment, he blinked in surprise and then found her laugh contagious, chortling at her joke.
“You’re going to tease me now? I suppose that’s only fair,” he admitted, free hand running over his hair, dragged back through the locks until he found her hand at the base of his neck. He didn’t remove it although he would allow his fingers to traipse lightly across her skin. He was tempted to take her hand, to bring it around to the front to press a kiss to its back but he didn’t. Instead, he let the hand drop to waist height and then moved to forward, encircling her waist while the other cradled her head.
“I think I can move a little closer,” he whispered, leaning closer as he said it but not all the way, not yet. No doubt, she could feel the way his heart hammered in his chest, feel the vibrations of it under her hand. Was her heart moving at the same frantic pace? Did she have the same desire simmering in her blood? Briefly, he wondered if she was excited as he was and if like him, it caused something physical? He’d perused some of Niamh’s anatomy books but they hadn’t really been that concerned with female organs except those firmly within. Then again, there had been a great deal they hadn’t said about the male side of things, hardly concerned with anything beyond basic functionality and what could go wrong — ailments and the like.
Not that he was in the mood to be scientific right now. It was just idle curiosity really. Well, maybe more than that. He could admit that the thought of stirring something physical within her was quite titillating. Would it be possible to tell without asking? Would it be obvious with her as it was with him? It wasn’t as if he could go feeling her up to find out.
Or could he?
“Do you want me to move closer?” he asked gently, the youth edging close enough that his lips were almost brushing hers. “A little closer?” he questioned, the young woman liable to feel the speech as much as hear it. He licked his lips slowly and deliberately then pounced.
His mouth would move quickly, fiercely but he’d keep it brief, drawing back after a few hungry kisses before drawing back a little, dipping his head so that even if she tried to pursue him, she’d have a hard time catching his mouth. His lips sought the curve of her jaw, intending to plant more feathery kisses there before descending down her throat.
The blond’s grip around her waist would tighten, trying to press her more closely to him, shifting so that it was easier for them both, more comfortable.
“Can I… move my hand… lower?” the servant asked breathily, a hot whisper against skin while he tapped her waist lightly to indicate the hand he meant. “Is there anywhere… you don’t want me to…?”
He let the question hang unfinished but surely understood. He’d been controlled and teasing before but now he was unravelling too, the desire in his voice unmistakable. The youth tilted his head, angling it so he could look up at her face, eyes bright and hopeful, the kissing temporarily forgotten — or paused.