A vintage's touch: Desire

Desire. 

"How long have you wanted to fuck my brother" Ada's crude words made Mary blush hard. Could she truly pinpoint the moment she felt desire for Tommy? It all became a blur after John's death, mostly because that led Mary and Tommy to share a bed that night. That led to them dealing with their grief the only way they knew how to, through sex. It didn't feel personal, mostly because it wasn't. Yet, Mary had been in love with him before that fateful day. The young woman could remember quite easily that following Grace's death, as soon as Tommy took her to his house, she started to see him in a different light. 

Mary's love and Mary's lust had not always been in harmony. Was it lust she felt first or was it, Love? She couldn't say and she didn't want to think about it. It didn't matter if she got flustered when their eyes met. It didn't matter if she could feel her chest heave up and down whenever he was close to her frame and she could feel the scent of tobacco, alcohol, and perhaps metal.  It didn't matter when. All that mattered was how intense that was. Ada sometimes joked with Mary about seeing her combust someday because of her frustration and the lack of attention her brother had. Truth be told, Ada wasn't so far off the truth. Mary did desire, Tommy. 

She spent countless nights vicariously trying to relieve the tension that had built up during the day. She tried to explore her body which was aching for the older man in ways only she knew. Her fingers were helpless. Her hunger for him was hopeless. She needed him. In the confines of her room, Mary begged Tommy to end her suffering and take her instead. She wanted him to take her with the passion she knew he had in him. She wanted him to punish her for the bad and unholy thoughts she had for the man during the day and at night.  It was in vain, for her hunger grew more intense as she tried to satisfy herself.  Her nights were spent with the vision of Tommy's chiseled face, and her hands tracing the lines of his cheeks. Her room allowed for her moans to echo through the walls while she tried to imagine it was him who was taking her and not her who was doing it to herself. 

She needed to hear him say her name, claim her body as his, marking her skin with his so everyone would know she was his. Her mind was driving Mary crazy, and her body was feverishly trying to cope with her desire for Tommy Shelby, but it was in vain. Mary was frustrated. She wanted to let her fingers run into his thick black locks. She wanted to moan his name, to let him know that he was making her feel good. She wanted to bite his shoulder as he would hit her sweetest spot. But there was more than just the flesh. She knew it. There was more than just a mere desire to fuck Tommy Shelby. She wanted to scream her love to him. 

Her words were stuck in her throat, ready to be said. "I love you, Tommy. I am in love with you Tommy. Do you understand?" she wished to tell him, green eyes upon blue ones, her breath against his skin. her heart beating fast in her ribcage. She wanted to let him know that she wanted him. a life with him. Life as his wife and the mother of his child. stepmother to be precise since she didn't want to replace Grace. She wanted to be made into an honorable married woman with children. she wanted Tommy's babies. Yet, her dreams and desires were lost somewhere in her mind. Her mouth forever shut down because she didn't want to rush into something that would break her heart. she didn't want to hurt herself with feelings he would reject. So she kept it at the tip of her tongue and held back.... held back... held back for now.  Ada knew, Polly, Arthur, hell, the whole world knew the truth that Tommy and Mary kept from each other and yet... yet... Mary wasn't sure about his feelings for her. She wasn't sure he wanted the same thing. She was afraid he might reject her. She was in limbo and they both knew it.

Jaime x Bäahal : No other option

A/N : Just been thinking of them and that special scene we wrote a while ago <3

xxx

« I should probably go to my cabin. » -The princess's voice was shaking.-

Here they were, in front of their cabin doors. After a delicious day spent together, Jaime took Bäahal to her cabin. All-day long she had been dreading this moment because she didn't know if she would have the strength not to repeat what happened the night before. They talked about it, briefly so, and they decided that they should try and sleep in each other's room for the night. They thought it was necessary for both of them to learn how to keep their distance from each other. It sounded like a good idea, like something mature they both came up with. They needed to see if their resolve would be strong enough once they arrived at King's landing. Why shouldn't it be? Why wouldn't they be able to stay away from one another?

Jaime was standing tall. His cabin just a few inches away from his back. His intense green eyes were looking at the princess, at the delicate neck of hers he loved to nuzzle against. The crook of her neck was appealing and the knight wanted nothing more but to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his frame. He was holding back with everything he held dear, but her scent was filling his nostrils, threatening to destroy the resolve he had built over the day. His emerald eyes averted from her neck to her face. She was looking at him with her intense violet eyes, Her lips were half-closed, ready to say something else. He grabbed her hand, kindly, and gently stroked the back of it. He couldn't just /not/ touch her, not when she was so close to him.

« You should, princess. » -He whispered, his voice darker-

None of them actually meant their words. They were looking at each other, testing their resolve to remain true to their decision but knowing that they could never be able to stay away from one another. Bäahal told him, just the night before, that she wanted to enjoy each and every minute they could spend together before they arrived at King's Landing. She knew they were wrong to have a taste of the other, mostly because parting ways would prove difficult, but she also said that she was ready to be frustrated. She was ready to accept anything if she got to actually be happy for the last few days sailing would take. She was willing to risk it all for him.

A silver strand fell onto her face, so Jaime took the opportunity to stroke it behind her ear. That simple touch made her moan, and Jaime's resolve came undone. He felt his heartbeats go faster against his ribcage, and his body started to ache for the princess. The silver-head had tried her best not to give in to her urges to simply press her lips to his and try and give in to her own desires, so she bit her bottom lip hard. She put her hand on his chest, squeezing his shirt mind-absently as she enjoyed the contact of his warm palm. Her eyes fell shut, her resolve was growing thin. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to go back to her cabin. Why would she want to? She tilted her head to the side, her silver locks brushing on her side. Jaime opened his cabin and coughed slightly to hide his growing desire for her. She swallowed hard and smacked her lips together before she took a deep breath.

« You should probably go to your cabin by now.... otherwise... »

« Otherwise ? » -She repeated breathlessly, her heart was racing in her ribcage, as she walked towards him. She let him walk back into his cabin, her hand on his chest as she closed the door. Now that they were alone, she put her hands on her back and looked up at his face. « I guess we didn't have a very strong resolve. » She chuckled and gave him a sheepish smile.

« Do you regret ? » -He asked, his valid hand cupping her cheek. She shook her head and put her hand over his. Her eyes were closed as she was enjoying his touch.

« How could I ? » -She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his wrist. « How could I regret to be with you at this instant? » Her eyes opened again and she stared at him again, her eyes warm and loving. « Do you regret, Jaime? »

« How could I? » He whispered and slowly closed the distance between the two of them and pressing a hard kiss on her lips.

He couldn't regret it, not when the night they had the day before was the best night he'd ever had. He slept at peace -still very alert since he was a soldier and she had to be protected-, but he slept happily to be in the same bed as hers. He slept happily feeling her warmth next to his. He slept happy feeling her lips to his cheek and listening to her sweet voice piercing through the silence of his cabin. How could he regret, when she loved him sweetly without even touching him the night before? How could he, when his hunger for her became more intense? Today he didn't want to be reasoned with, he didn't want to listen to any logic, he simply wanted her. He simply needed her.

-TBC-

Volcano

He was a volcano ready to erupt

He was holding back, had been holding back for so long that he didn't know how to deal with it

Frustration was the worst and he had lost all hopes until he met her!

She was something different, she was beautiful, she was a promise

and all he could do was look at her and marvel at her beauty

All he could do was look at her and wish he was near her so that he could touch her

All he could do was look at her and wish she was near so she could complete him

but he was going ahead of the time, driven by his passion and confused with his feelings

she seemed perfect but maybe she wasn't, she seemed to give into him but maybe she wouldn't

He didn't know

He was a volcano

she felt like Lava dropped onto her skin, a desire like she had not known before knocked her out

it was so tempting to give into him and let passion drive her just like he did, but she knew better

She knew better than to be blind to how things work and how they could hurt her, she knew better than to rush into something and regret it later

she knew better than to let herself suffocate by feelings she didn't welcome, or comprehend just yet

she knew better than that so she chose not to act on these and let time fly by< he had to be patient, he had to understand, he had to know her

She felt like Lava ran through her veins, burning her to the core and turning her head white with want and desire

she felt like a volcano ready to erupt, just like him but she did not want to give into this need, not now

She was like a Volcano

They were like a volcano