Serendipity.

[Light Ice]

She was a tiny thing. Willowy. The contrast between them could not have been more startling, more bold. There is the delicate curve of her hip, a dancer's hip, rounded and soft and silk and utterly girlish. Utterly feminine. Strength came in many guises and while she, standing there in that slinky sleek prettiness, couldn't have stood to him had he channeled the brute in him to the surface - she could yield elegantly. She could forgive. And she'd always had the power to stir him, deeply, beyond the pretense and the differences in how they lived and why they lived that way.

The ache didn't sneak up on him. It simply arrived. Low, in his gut, beyond slabs of muscle and their ridges and smooth skin and the almost grim cut of his features. He ached. Badly. His prick already hardening, slowly, before she'd even begun to let those little fingers of hers play. Before she devoured him, poured herself into him, before the dance had started.

He felt the kiss coming. Something in the air. Anticipation. Electric. Her breath a light puff against his lips in the split second before she found him with them. Gentle. Pliant. Their strength beneath it all, there, present in the warmth. A ripple ran through him, sensations, bold as he answered. The hand on her little hip slid around, briefly following the swell of her pert little ass, gliding upward to splay strong fingers at the small of her delicate back.

Shhhh, she'd offered him.

Kissing her in return, his other hand lifted, cradling the delicate line of her jaw as his thin lips indulged in her own. Eager. Patient even so.

 

[yeishia]

Eyes fluttering closed allowed her minds eye to hold the image of the man as she had first seem him. A gentler visage back then, more rounded, longer softer curls surrounding a face full of sensual promise. Her image of what a weaver of exotic stories should be she supposed.

Since then he had fashioned himself out of granite strong and solid.

The big bad wolf had come to visit.

She should have been afraid and yet she welcomed him...

As he deepened their kiss she felt herself being absorbed into his flesh. He was hard, hot, aroused. His male flesh scalded hers with its intensity.Her startled eyes flew open as the hand splayed across her lower back pressed her closer. His touch unexpectedly was almost gentle, tender.

Her low moan was lost in the recesses of their joined mouths as she surrendered her passion filled eyes closing once more.

"Please..." An impassioned plea to stop or a request to continue she didn't know.

On tippy toes small hands held on tightly to the sinew of his muscular frame. She felt herself drowning as she was swallowed up by a powerful vortex of pure emotion which danced in delighted anticipation along the surface of her willowy spine allowing greedy visceral sparks of white hot desire to fly into places hitherto lain dormant...

 

[Light Ice]

Work had not relented. It had found itself amidst a demanding rhythm, without measure or compromise, and never settled. Never slowed. The tempo of things was often beheld to a certain ebb and flow. It had, as did all things, a means of finding synchronicity and falling into the comfortable. It was how people desired things to be and how, through so many actions intentional and unintentional, they forged them. But, with a couple new contracts on board, the tempo had quickened until it'd broken entirely. The rhythm had given way. And so, without relent or cessation, he'd found himself amidst the madness of a wild scramble. At times, his fingers spread upon his desk and his eyes moving between the two screens, he felt as though the entirety of it all was lost on him.

It had taken work, sincere and hard work, to simply pull himself from the minutia that seemed so ready to steal his attention. The big picture still lay there and he couldn't neglect it.

And he'd needed a break. Time. Something, other than work, to remind him of what it was to live and to breathe and to be free of all those things by which he found himself surrounded.

She smelled of sweetness and softness and an airy sensuality. He'd forgotten it. The fire that she coaxed in him. It bloomed now as her little lips whispered plaintiff words and threw little hooks into the dark spaces inside of him. She moved with a sweet mix of the romantic and the wanton. Dirty words. Sweeter sincerities. Beneath his fingers her shape ran a lissome, girlish reminder of beauty. He found visions of binary and topology fading, falling away, until he was left with the way her hair fell across her shoulders and her cheek fit into the broad strength of his palm. Lips found her throat, that graceful line, and played teeth across it. Her skin was salty and sweet. It warmed under the little play of his bites and the kisses that sought to sooth them.

His hand held her close and he was certain he'd not let her stray. The slight weight of her leaning into him, braced against his broad chest, a feminine comfort to all that coiled up inside of him now.

Fuck, that ache. His cock so ferociously hard that it pulsed and twitched between them. Heavy, and thick, straining against his slacks as her hips remained pressed to his own. The friction, the soft heat of her, tugging at his need so ferociously that the facade already felt in danger of slipping. Visions ripped through his mind of her body pinned beneath his own, trapped by the strength of him, as the sheer fabric that covered her lay in tatters across patches of her perfect bare skin. He was fucking her in his mind. Without any tenderness. There was such a savageness she inspired him.

It'd been so long. He fought it down. Control was a perilous thing. His instincts hard to master. The tie, the collared shirt, the slacks all presented an image to which he'd clung. Found comfort in. The more in control he looked the more he felt. But she threatened it all now with her proximity. The hand against her cheek seemed to have moved of its own accord, to gather up beneath her pert breast and close strong fingers around it. The shape of her filling his hand, her nipple stroked through sheer blouse by a pass of his hard, rough thumb.

"Need all of you." The words came from him in a low rumble. He could feel the intensity of his eyes as they sought her own, moved across her face.

His emphasis always came with action. The hand at the small of her back rounded that perfect hip and slid down, gliding across the sheer fabric that clung to her, along the top of a coltish thigh. Restraint, he clung to it. Let her feel the war within himself as the strength of his hand drew it taught, let powerful fingers have that flexed, potent touch. They spread between her thighs, cradling her sex through the silken fabric that separated her flesh from his touch. Hooking, they put pressure on the softness of her petals, his heel firm against her clit and pressing down. He wanted to feel her wetness against his touch. Wanted to feel the heat of her blossom outwards as her desires surged with his.

But he restrained. Restrained from tearing free the fabric that bound her. Restrained from throwing her bent across the nearest table so that his prick could sink roughly, quickly, into the perfection of her.

Instead, he kissed her. Poured himself into her. Every last drop of restraint. Intent, at least for the moment, not to take as selfishly as he was so want to do.

 

[yeishia]

His desire for her was electrifying.

For her!

There was no mistaking the intensity of his want or his desire for it was written plainly in every sinew of his hard masculine form. That thought alone almost had her running from the hallway.

She fought down the impulse, she had run long enough.

Her traitorous cheek was pressed willingly into the calloused hard that gently held it captive.

His hand on her breast was an invasion wasn't it...Stop him! her mind screamed futilely.

The big hand cupping her most private of places through the shear fabric of her dress became a fiery brand of possession. Her fear momentarily forgotten, her body reacted, its response primal feral almost. Just this touch had her honeyed arousal dripping into his palm - had her moaning his name as he kissed her.

It felt as if he were trying to claim her very soul, to pull it up from her heaving chest his intent to devour it whole. The intensity of their kiss was shared equally as she became swept up in the torrent of sensation; she responded with equal fervor her mind shattering into a million jagged pieces.

His desire branded her all over, she was his!

His hot demanding mouth- his ever seeking fingers - his thick insistent manhood. An onslaugt of potent male "Need all of you, " he ground out.

His declaration was potent, raw, it was her undoing.

All most violently pushing him away with a strength she didn't know she had,her small hands pressing firmly against his hard unyielding chest as she physically carved the space between them. In a second she stood barely a foot away from him her eyes wide, her breath labored as she struggled for breath as if she had been running.

The ferocity of this man scared her it always had. She feared his size sure it would never fit within her. She feared that she would loose herself forever if she...

Yet she wanted him.Standing there out of his arms she felt bereft.

Her eyes were riveted to his, even apart the connection remained, almost as if live sparks were flying between them; red denizens of potent desire and need.

Slowly she did the unthinkable...

With shaking fingers she slipped the tiny straps from her slender shoulders allowing the dress she wore gently to pool around her bare feet. It took its time clinging to her slender curves like a possessive lover who was unwilling to relinquish its hold on her smooth supple flesh. It became a slow motion game of peek-a-boo as bit by bit as her willowy body was revealed to his hungry gaze.

Her dancers body was toned to perfection; her small full breasts their pouty nipples full and hard would be firm a potent handful of warm succulent flesh. They topped a tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Her impossibly long supple legs would lead any red blooded male to wonder what this dancer standing opposite them could do with them, her passion finally unleashed.

As LI drank his fill suddenly shy she lowered her expressive eyes in a futile attempt to sever the potent bond, resisting the ever present impulse to cover herself with her trembling hands.

She stood their looking proud and unafraid, while inside she was quaking from the magnitude of her actions. There would be no going back.

An clear invitation had been issued...

Raising her eyes once more to his caused the thick waves of her tawny locks to shimmer around her like a living breathing entity blocking her nude form from his view once more.

Unaware of her action she slowly sucked on her lower lip as she boldly held his potent gaze.

This woman whom was a bewildering mixture of pure innocence and heady desire was unsure of what she should do next...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

A course to where? He pauses, and his eyes, his mind, focuses on the dark between the flashes of moonlight on the waves. And there he sails, following the uncharted, unfixed, course of Luna’s shadow. He will go where she leads him, be it for salvation or curse.

Free of the land, now on open sea, and the oil and rot and attar are gone from the salt of the air. A breeze wafts from all directions, as variable as the Moon herself and sending him on random tacks through her darkness. On the breeze he senses it- her Island; her scent, and his heart, his whole body, becomes one with the skiff, skimming over waves to seek and find his desire...

Her scent fills his head as the skiff flies in the shadow of the moon. The cove! Clear in the transparent moonlight, he trims the lateen sail and eases through the coral pass. His prow plows into the soft. white sand of the beach, and mast and sail are stowed.

The scent. Hers, but more. Another. A male. Wafting. Now here. Now there. Now nowhere. He advances up the beach, almost floating on the breeze of her perfume. Hot, jungle-flower hot. musky. Woman-in-lust musky. And the man.. Faint, now strong, now gone again.

From beach through palms to forest, a trip now twice-made, and he sees her. Standing. Dreaming. Confident yet unsure. Lower lip held by pearled teeth, nipples erect, straining at their breasts, straining for the draw of lips as hot as hers. Her scent, her fragrant lust, fills the room, demanding an answer, musk of male as hot as her. He scents none but his own, rising from his trembling, hungry flesh...

 

[yeishia]

Unaware of her action she slowly sucked on her lower lip as she boldly held his potent gaze.
This woman whom was a bewildering mixture of pure innocence and heady desire was unsure of what she should do next...

Time stood still and for a moment she felt her sanity slipping, as time suddenly shifted, swirling in and out of focus as the potent male whose gaze mere moment ago she had been drowning in, transmuted briefly into the familiar eyes of another. Her fevered skin tingled, her heartbeat speeding up in recognition. Azure eyes widening like saucers as the man before her began to simmer in and out of the very fabric of time, his steely eyes pleading with her, his sensual lips mouthing a single insistent word.

“No!" he commanded, moments before he simply winked out of existence.

Frightened the bewildered girl took tentative steps backwards until her back was pressed against the comfort of a solid wall. Was she going mad, was she dreaming? Plastered to its length the young woman squeezed her eyes closed trying to still her frantic breathing as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

Eyes closed as if she were indeed dreaming she could hear the old wooden front door creak softly open. Afraid to look, she could clearly smell the salty ocean breeze, sent to her across her islands lush expanse; feel its intimate caress upon her heated flesh. Wanton nipples taut once more, she shuddered, arching slightly. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she fancied she could taste his saltiness on her lips, smell the earthy uniqueness that was his alone. Once more she drew her lower lip beneath her small teeth the better to taste of him.

She was going mad or dreaming… she must be! Determined the bemused girl curled her slender hands into small fists, nails drawing blood as she tried to free herself from Morpheus bonds. Her heart stopped for a single instance as reality suddenly hit her, this was very very real. He was real… and here on her island!

On a purely primal level she had recognized the scent of him blended with the salt and her own fragrant arousal. Her eyes flew open; she desired this man, needed him.

Suddenly frantic and without thought for her nudity it was Sophia, not Yeishia who sped out into the warm moonlit night as if the demons of hell were nipping at her heels, her long hair flying wildly behind as if her urging her onwards.


She would find the old sailor of her dream world and this time never let him go!

.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

He froze as she stood frozen in her room, the flood of moonlight holding Earth’s clock between midnight and the dawning second of the new day, and in that eternity of an instant, in that state between systole and diastole, an infinity of doubts rushed through his soul. A trip so exactly twice-made, it could be but a déja-vu. The presence and absence of the strange male, perhaps a dream of loss and hope. Sophia, so perfect in the silver beams that flowed around her, a final vision created by a fevered imagination. Was his own lust all that was real?

The vision moved - no, erupted - and the hiatus of time was shattered as she sped from her room into the warm night air.

One thought - one word - one intoned chant echoed softly through the whole of his being: Sophia. And it rose and fell with the rise and fall of her feet and legs, of her hands and arms, of her perfect breasts as she ran towards him. Her own lust was so strong it pushed the air before, and her musk was compressed into a shock wave that drove her reality into his senses. He stood facing her, arms spread wide, awaiting the full impact of her course.

 

[yeishia]

Her feet barely touching the ground Sophia felt empowered, time and space bending to her will, blurring her true form as it raced onwards. Long legs fusing into a shiny single tail propelling her strongly through the fabric of time, taking her back into another reality…

In one incarnation she had indeed been the mermaid, one who had fallen in love with a mortal man, one who had followed his ship along his many runs. Finally, succumbing to her nature she had lured his ship onto the jagged rocks.

She had her wish. He had been hers for the long moments it took to pull him from the oceans voracious grasp; her mouth to his, willing him to breathe. Holding his lifeless form Sophia had screamed out her anguish and loss before taking her own life.

Now the siren call was his! Her name repeated like a potent beacon guiding her to him. This time she would lure him onto her Island, into her home. Keep him!

Mine! She thought. The cruel fates would not take him from her this time.

Her eyes widened as she laid her starving eyes on him for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He waited expectant, arms stretched, her essence already holding him in its potent caress.

Like a starving woman she jumped into his arms.

Flesh fusing to flesh, her hair resembling vibrant stands of seaweed as they swirled around them both smelling of salt and her own unique scent. Long legs wrapped around his waist as she rained small fire filled kisses on his face and neck. Nibble fingers pulling at the buttons of his sailor’s shirt, lips branding each bit of his weather beaten flesh as it was revealed to her avaricious gaze. He desired her she could feel proof of it at the apex of her thighs.

She wanted them to be one flesh, fused together for eternity.

The heavens opened drenching them both as a tropical storm appeared as if from nowhere. Her heart sped up. She wouldn’t be cheated of his love this time…

Tilting her head back she howled into the powers of nature, “He is Mine you shall not have him!”

Lightening zig zagged from the sky as she loosened from his body, her hand taking his is a death grip as she pulled him towards the sanctuary of her home.