Dax watched emotions march across the pretty face in front of him, and wondered. How many were real? It was a curious thing to be aware of so much without sharing what he knew. It was different this time than any other. There was a glimmer of self preservation in his choice to remain silent, but it was so minor, comparatively, to his desire -no, he corrected himself absently, his need- to protect their children and Elia herself.
Hope, there is hope, he reminded himself. Especially if she still cared enough to notice things like his odd new decoration. “I’ll tell you soon, I swear,” he whispered, but given her next words he wasn’t sure she heard him.
He curved a finger below her chin in response to the caress, blue eyes meeting green with serious intensity. “It’s a bit late for that, love,” he told her. “Promise made, promise kept, and you’re just-” Dax leaned down to brush Elia’s lips with his own, a brief flirtation with danger that became so much more between one heartbeat and the next. He inhaled sharply, his mind overflowing with gold-tinged crimson at the touch, and chased her mouth with his own when he thought she might pull away. His teeth caught on Elia’s lip as he spun them in place, pushed his lover against the wall, and continued to kiss her as if their lives depended on it.
The Shadow? The future? Their reputation? Who cared; certainly not Dax.
When at last they broke apart -to the extent that they could breathe and speak- the Tairen thought his heart would hammer completely out of his chest. “You’re just going to have to deal with it,” he finished, chuckling beneath his breath with his forehead pressed against hers. “Unless you still want to send me away?” He winked and straightened, callused fingers doing a poor job of smoothing the hair he had mussed in his hasty re-acquaintance with her body.
"I believe we both have stories to tell...and I want to see my children," he added in a low tone. "Please, Elia."
Hope, there is hope, he reminded himself. Especially if she still cared enough to notice things like his odd new decoration. “I’ll tell you soon, I swear,” he whispered, but given her next words he wasn’t sure she heard him.
He curved a finger below her chin in response to the caress, blue eyes meeting green with serious intensity. “It’s a bit late for that, love,” he told her. “Promise made, promise kept, and you’re just-” Dax leaned down to brush Elia’s lips with his own, a brief flirtation with danger that became so much more between one heartbeat and the next. He inhaled sharply, his mind overflowing with gold-tinged crimson at the touch, and chased her mouth with his own when he thought she might pull away. His teeth caught on Elia’s lip as he spun them in place, pushed his lover against the wall, and continued to kiss her as if their lives depended on it.
The Shadow? The future? Their reputation? Who cared; certainly not Dax.
When at last they broke apart -to the extent that they could breathe and speak- the Tairen thought his heart would hammer completely out of his chest. “You’re just going to have to deal with it,” he finished, chuckling beneath his breath with his forehead pressed against hers. “Unless you still want to send me away?” He winked and straightened, callused fingers doing a poor job of smoothing the hair he had mussed in his hasty re-acquaintance with her body.
"I believe we both have stories to tell...and I want to see my children," he added in a low tone. "Please, Elia."