Somehow in that steamy, heady persistance that was reaching a boiling point between them, or maybe it was her presence of mind that made her start to pull back. Or perhaps it was the training her Maman had given her, but she knew that what was happening in this current moment in time between she and Azazeal could potentially derail everything. He would not want that, surely not. It felt bigger than a stolen moment in a garden, and her gut instinct reaffirmed it.
Just as his fingertips moved over and between her thighs she broke the kiss. "Azazeal," Jocelyn whispered breathlessly, her skin, both arms, legs and everywhere else was all but covered in gooseflesh, "I....." he kissed her again, but still her mind held on the thought that had made her pause, "Azazeal," she pressed her forehead against his then caught eyes that were darker blue than she had ever seen them before, "I don't know what's happening, but I think I know." She pulled his hands in front of her and kissed his fingers then nuzzled her face against them like a cat marks another cat or person. Her thoughts were a jumble, but her eyes held the same level of want as it did moments before. "Azazeal," she repeated is name, then caught his gaze again, "I have to go to my Rite of Becomming a Maiden. If I don't..." her voice trailed off. His lips seemed to curl into a smile. It was a smile of understanding and a slight nod. He knew, it too. Jocelyn was certain of it. If she did not go to the Rite of Becomming as a Maiden still, anyone could challenge her right to be her mother's successor on the Fortunate Island. If that were to happen, how could she explain it to her Maman or worse to her Papa? At her upcoming birthdate and when he was not in Jocelyn's presence, he was already surly. How could her Papa forgive her if she ruined herself in the eyes of the Sidhe?
Jocelyn collapsed against him wrapping her arms about his wasit and burying her face against his chest. The wet hem of her garment still clung high upon her thighs. "I don't want you to be angry, Azazeal. You're my friend. I love...." she stopped, swallowed back a lump in her throat, at what she had said "I love how you make me feel, but I have to focus on what comes next - for me....for everyone." Her eyes searched his. "Please tell me you understand."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-08-22 04:32 pm (UTC)Somehow in that steamy, heady persistance that was reaching a boiling point between them, or maybe it was her presence of mind that made her start to pull back. Or perhaps it was the training her Maman had given her, but she knew that what was happening in this current moment in time between she and Azazeal could potentially derail everything. He would not want that, surely not. It felt bigger than a stolen moment in a garden, and her gut instinct reaffirmed it.
Just as his fingertips moved over and between her thighs she broke the kiss. "Azazeal," Jocelyn whispered breathlessly, her skin, both arms, legs and everywhere else was all but covered in gooseflesh, "I....." he kissed her again, but still her mind held on the thought that had made her pause, "Azazeal," she pressed her forehead against his then caught eyes that were darker blue than she had ever seen them before, "I don't know what's happening, but I think I know." She pulled his hands in front of her and kissed his fingers then nuzzled her face against them like a cat marks another cat or person. Her thoughts were a jumble, but her eyes held the same level of want as it did moments before. "Azazeal," she repeated is name, then caught his gaze again, "I have to go to my Rite of Becomming a Maiden. If I don't..." her voice trailed off. His lips seemed to curl into a smile. It was a smile of understanding and a slight nod. He knew, it too. Jocelyn was certain of it. If she did not go to the Rite of Becomming as a Maiden still, anyone could challenge her right to be her mother's successor on the Fortunate Island. If that were to happen, how could she explain it to her Maman or worse to her Papa? At her upcoming birthdate and when he was not in Jocelyn's presence, he was already surly. How could her Papa forgive her if she ruined herself in the eyes of the Sidhe?
Jocelyn collapsed against him wrapping her arms about his wasit and burying her face against his chest. The wet hem of her garment still clung high upon her thighs. "I don't want you to be angry, Azazeal. You're my friend. I love...." she stopped, swallowed back a lump in her throat, at what she had said "I love how you make me feel, but I have to focus on what comes next - for me....for everyone." Her eyes searched his. "Please tell me you understand."