Miesha

-mature scene-

Pulling the blanket up around me like a veil obscuring the hidden shame of my actions, I continued in my unsated attempt to obtain some semblance of physical reprieve. I'd been avoiding Gabriel for days, not that it helped. He was still invading my thoughts. My dreams. It was impossible to quell my urges, each peak only serving to give me slight relief before my need once again took over. Resistance was becoming futile.

His heartbeat sang in my ears from outside my door before he spoke.

I groaned. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Miesha..."

"I'm not decent!" I yelled frantically. I was desperate for him not to catch the scent of my desire, the remnants of him once again invading my subconscious. Almost panicked, I layered the bed sheets around me, weaving my legs tightly together as I sat up in the bed.

The pull was getting more difficult to ignore.

Opening the door knob, he stalked in as I sat exposed in my vulnerability. My face flushed from embarrassment. From my actions. From both. I had been caught.

"I fucking said I wasn't decent Gabriel!!! For crying out loud, is it too much to ask that you listen?!" I threw a pillow at him, angered that he'd caught me in such a private moment.

Seething, I knew I couldn't stop him becoming drenched in the scent of my arousal.

His silence spoke loudly on his behalf.

I watched as he struggled to swallow, his eyes darkening in the revelation of my morning ritual.

Feigning composure as he realized what he'd walked in on, he cleared his throat, "Our pack will be hosting the Saining Ritual for James and Clara's new born daughter tonight.... It is our custom. I would like you to attend, if you are willing."

Sparks crept up my legs and into the most unholy of places. A gasp forcing it's way out of my lips, heavy and soft with my need as my eyes lingered on his bare, tattooed chest for far longer than necessary.

Oh god, please leave.

"Get out!!!"

We were at a stand off. He wasn't moving. The fucker smirked. Our eyes locked.

Hiding what we both knew I'd been doing was utterly pointless now. So, there was only one thing I could do.

Two can play at this game, I thought.

Shuffling out of my cocoon, I grabbed my dressing gown, deliberately pushing my chest forward as I slid each arm through, the fabric of my satin top pulling taut against my breasts before him as I did so.

I sauntered closer to him. Slowly... teasingly... before deliberately leaning past him to grab the hair brush on the dresser.

My hair hid my expression as I bit my lip at his proximity but I was determined to play along.

Acting unfazed, I moved about the room in complete denial.

"Saining? I didn't realize your pack had Gaelic origins... We held similar events for the blessing and protection of new life."

I'll teach the self-righteous bastard.

He licked his lips, calm and unflinching as if not a care in the world, "Not for a very long time. But it is a tradition we have kept for our ancestors, to remind us of our roots. The pack needs to celebrate."

We both maintained the facade, denying the unspoken truths our scents gave away.

I kept my back to him as I begun braiding my hair.

"And how will your pack take my presence?"

I watched him deliberate in the reflection of the mirror, rubbing his thumb against his fingertips as he did so.

"They know who you are to them. To me."

Fleeting as it was, I watched him peer at me, gauging if he was too forward in his assertions before focusing again on trailing his fingers together.

He was.

The tone shifted as traces of my fear began to mingle in the air, but he was having none of it.

I was worried about where this was going.

"How can they.. or you, when I don't even know that myself?"

"If you didn't, you wouldn't be hiding in your room as you do...." He stepped closer, almost behind me as I tied the base of my braid. Despite my attempts to prove otherwise, he was the predator in this moment. Gently moving my braid from my shoulder to down my back, he mulled on his words before saying them out loud, "Tell me, Miesha... what is it you are afraid of?"

I spun around quickly in an attempt to leave, but he was but a wall before me.

"Hiding accomplishes nothing Miesha. You can't run forever."

His breath fanned my skin as my hand pushed against his chest, goosebumps rising at the touch.

"You're right Gabriel. I can't run forever. You and I both know how this ends, I can't give you what you want..." Feeling his heartbeat through my fingertips, I felt my heart drop at my unconvincing words. The fact that I couldn't bring myself to remove my hand from the warmth of him proving my lie.

Looking down at me, he lifted a strand of hair off my face before tucking it behind my ear, "Your trust?"

Perplexed by his choice of words, my silence was agonizing for us both.

"Above all else Miesha, make no mistake that is what I want."

His breath felt like feather strokes against my neck, as I slipped further away from my senses and into the promise of his words.

Unraveling before him, my voice croaked.... a whisper I knew but wished, he couldn't hear, "And if I lose you?"

He was resolute.

"Won't happen."

As he traced my clavicle like strings to a violin, my eyes searched his face as if to catch a lie, but I came up empty handed. All I felt was myself get lost within the pools of green and flecks of gold that swirled with his truth and desire.

I couldn't deny what I saw.

I couldn't deny what I felt.

I was giving in to the pull and I didn't know if it made me weak, or made me strong.

As I felt myself fold, thoughts of Jacob flashed to surface like a shadow in wait. I froze.

Feeling his arm snake around my back, there was no faulting in his words, "I won't let you fall Miesha..."

Ever so gently, his nose brushed against mine, as our lips quivered with impatient need. I knew that once we kissed, I'd be forever wed to the thought of him.

Sinking.

Yielding.

A surging tide of emotion washed over me as he held me, bolts of lightning tremoring across the surface of my skin.

Feeling myself go limp, everything around me drowned to nothingness except for the unwavering pillar before me. He was the only thing holding me steady in a wild, stormy world. And, before I could swim against the swell that washed at my rocky, jagged shore, his lips reached mine.

Softly at first.

Tiny sips.

A taste.

Coalescing as one, a sylph-like refrain misted over us like a waterfall over a mountainous terrain. Holding his hand, I took a leap of faith as I plunged into the depths unknown.

I couldn't do anything about it. His current had pulled me out into the rapids, as I realized much to my confusion and delight, that I was... I was... indeed kissing him back.

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