Soft I

One of his hands moved into her hair, and the other one held her hands together against his chest, pulling her closer. Their breaths intermingled, but they didn’t completely close the space between them, even as their bodies pressed close to one another.

He softly nudged her with his own nose. Tears still shone on her lashes, and he couldn’t help but be captivated by them. They glimmered there, suspended as he held his breath, and then dropped down.

Look at me,” he murmured softly.

She didn’t immediately do as he said, just drew in a shaky breath. Not put off by her reticence, he turned his face to rub his own cheek against hers.

“Look at me,” he repeated, as he traced the contours of her ear with his tongue. She shivered in response.

“I can’t,” she whispered back, “it’s too much.”

He still wasn’t thrown off, just moved his attention to her neck this time, and tightened his hold on her.

“I said it’s too much,” she reiterated, “please just stop.”

He sighed but didn’t loosen his grip on her.  Pulling back to look at her, he took his time studying her features; her eyes were big and bright, filled with tears as she now looked up at him. He liked the difference in their height. She wasn’t like some of the other pixies he had pursued; tall enough so he only needed to lean down a little but not tall enough that she was eye to eye with him.

He liked that about her. He liked a lot of things about her, which was why they were here. It had been a while for him, this time around, and he chastised himself for not doing this earlier.

“You’re beautiful, you know,” he went on in that deceptively gentle tone, “these wide eyes, these gorgeous legs, and such soft skin.” He let go of her hair, and placed his hands on her shoulders before moving down. Almost as if in a trance, he caressed them from her shoulders to her wrist, over and over again, stopping only when she shivered.

“Are you cold?” He inquired. “You shouldn’t be, do you want me to turn the heat up?”

“I don’t want you to turn the heat up I want you to let me go!” She said trying to shake him off, but she was still groggy, and not too successful.

He pursed his lips in disapproval, “That isn’t going to happen anytime soon, so I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.”

“Why are you doing this?” She asked, “What are you getting by doing this?”

“Why? You’re a smart girl; I thought you would’ve figured it out by now?” He chuckled at her incredulous face. “I’m getting you. This is all so I can have you, and keep you safe from the outside world. It’s a dangerous place for a pretty girl like you.”

“Keep me safe, this is illegal, you can go to jail for this!” She hissed at him. He didn’t chuckle this time, just continued to look at her in disappointment.

“This conversation couldn’t be more cliche if we tried. I expected much better from someone who spends their day studying literature,” he let her go this time, and she instantly stepped back from him and wrapped her arms around herself, “if you’ve been reading the right books, I’m sure you’ve got the gist of the situation, and how it can all turn out.”

“So what,” she challenged him, “are you going to kill me?”

He frowned.

“No, silly, there won’t be any killing, however,” he raised an eyebrow, “we can either work through this like adults, or I can treat you like a child. A naughty, disobedient, child who needs to be punished; punishment and reward are how we’ll start.”

“Work through this?” She repeated in disbelief, “There is no working through this, you kidnapped me!”

“It is not a kidnapping!” He raised his voice several octaves, before drawing his anger back. “I told you, I’m trying to protect you,” he carefully explained it to her, visibly reigning in his temper, “from all that evil outside. Try to understand why I’m doing this.”

The only thing she understood was that trying to reason with him was a lost cause. So, she tried another route.

“What about you?” She softly inquired,

“Who’s going to protect me from you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not a danger to you,” He smiled fondly at her, as one would at a child, “all you have to do is listen to me, and it’ll all be fine.”

He turned his back on her and moved towards the door. Something about this didn’t sit well with her. The only reason he would do that was if he knew she wasn’t a threat. He knew this too, as he turned the knob and looked back at her.

“I’m out on errands, for now, try and behave yourself until I come back. If you’re good, I’ll even let you out of the room.”

With one last smile, he swiftly walked out and shut the door firmly.

She was left standing out there, without a clue of how she intended to survive the entire mess.

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