Patience
Her skin glistened with tiny gold sparkles.
Her lips Plump. Red.
Full and flushed, they beckoned him with every subtle movement.
Perched Seductively on the edge of the velvet stool, she was in control.
Her hand outstretched effortlessly to the side, with no regard for thought, only that someone else would fill it with a glass of bubbles.
The Weight of the glass in her hand was confirmation enough—she had exactly what she needed. Slowly, she brought the rim to her lips.
Her eyes never left his.
Languidly she sipped the pink liquid; shuddering as the potion ran through her, the magic taking route in her veins.
His crystal blues watched her.
He watched her hungrily.
Like a predator stalking its prey.
He was the picture of calm, sitting in the corner of the darkened room, but everything about his presence and essence, was anything but calm.
His eyes were all she could see through the mask, they seemed to contain nothing but endless, tranquil depths-like a single drop of ink in the ocean.
He leaned back into the plush velvet armchair, his foot resting casually on his knee, an imagine of ease. But his jaw was tight, and the intensity of his eyes betrayed the illusion.
His elbow was propped on the arm of the chair, fingers brushing his chin, the soft stroke of long fingers against his stubble betraying his focus.
The dressing table in front of her, its array of beauty products forgotten as she leaned forward; suggestively.
Her silk dressing gown slipped off her shoulder, the fabric gliding down her skin so slowly like an invisible hand was removing it.
Her eyes flickered to the gown as the soft material caresses her shoulder, then back to him. A slow, teasing smile curved her lips.
She tilted her head down, looking up at him through her lashes, as she ran a delicate finger along her shoulder, her long red nails brushing over the smooth skin.
“Patience” she whispered, her voice low, like velvet. But loud enough to carry over to the corner of the room, where he sat. Watching.
The darkening blue of his eyes flickered with barely contained desire.
The air crackled between them, thick with magic that hummed in the room, Palpable and electric.
He wanted more. She could sense it in every twitch of his body, every breath he barely controlled.
They had only just started.
His eyes burned with the need to cross that line, but she wasn’t letting him.
Her skin tingled, she could feel the magic coursing through it. His magic.
Was it ready. Was he ready. Let’s test it she thought. Bringing her finger up to her lips, she lightly brushed a finger over her lip, her tongue slipped out and flicked the end. He moved from relaxed to immediately gripping the chair, his breath in short sharp gasps, panting like an animal.
The potion had taken affect. Let’s play!