released....
She walks slowly into the dimly lit room.. The walls were black, though held a glowing illumination splayed over it's rough plaster by a million tiny flame lights set off by candles.. There was not much to the room other than a few shelves floating effortlessly against the walls, decorated with nothing but soft cream candles and flower petals from red roses to lavender buds.. A scent of y romance tickled at her nose as she took in a deep breath and continued in further to the marbled dance floor.. Her black high heels clicked lightly to that smooth surface, though she could not hear them.. Neither could she hear the swish of her black dress skirt's tail.. She suckled in her painted bottom lip as she spied what truly caught her attentions: a man resting to the far wall wearing the uniform of his trade and catching her heart's desire.. White gloved hands lay lazily over muscled biceps.. That white almost seem to clash against the deep navy blue of his vest with the red embroidery and gold buttons.. She had to find her breath as she stepped closer, passing the point of no return that she had decided be the center, under the twinkling chandelier.. Rays of soft golden light twinkled down over her, reminding her much of a warm rain shower and giving her goosebumps at the way everything seemed to be so angelic in that moment and time.. Though she continued forward, finding that figure, that man to be far more irresistible and intriguing.. He leaned so casually with his back pressed to the wall, arms crossed and legs bracing him just as easily in his stance that she would have almost forgotten that he was infantry, a warrior and one that should be feared by just his presence.. A smirk swept across her features as she came to the realization of the of him, the romantic nature- though spontaneous as he could be with it-... Tonight, now, for her, he was her guiding arms in a dance that she had been waiting for many long months away from him...
With ease and patience he waited, eyes glancing out from under the black bill of his hat that he purposely pushed forward after leaning to the wall. What better display? What better sense of mysteriousness could he portray than this? Without moving he just listened to the sound of her heels hitting the floor, mentally calculating her distance and the pace that she made to close it.. His own heart began to race at the nearing moment of her arrival, that "click-clack... click-clack" of heels driving his patience wild and near edge.. It had been months since he had laid eyes on her, let alone had his arms about her and here he was, attempting to remain calm and reserved for her approach.. Soon the sound of her dress against the smoothness of the marble graced his ears and he knew that she could only be but a few feet away.. At that realization he had to mental tremble at his anticipation.. He could wait no longer, he had to see her, he had to glance upon her features.. Slowly he uncrossed his arms, drawing out the motions in such a way that the arms to his jacket stretched lightly over his muscles in his biceps.. Bringing two fingers up to rest at the under portion of the bill to his hat he presses up to lift it from his view.. Light washed over his clean features and strong, tight jaw as the hat was clasped in those two digits and pulled from his head in a sweeping motion... The room around him seemed to vanish and leave only her, only the angel that stepped closer.. He had to take a breath at the sight, her long black backless dress with a deep v-cut plunging neckline that fell to near her belly button leaving much for his imagination and slits that seemed to forget how high they were supposed to be, worked up to her hips.. She was nothing less than impressive as she finally came to a halt before him.. If only he reached out, lifted an arm, stretched just slightly, that woman could be within his arms, could be his again... Though patience out weighed him again and he lifted his back from the dark walls and took that last step forward to her.. It felt like a mile, like hours just to be against her again to have her a breath's inch close to him.. Still not touching her, he brings his hands up and lightly, much like the wind brushed those short blond curls from the side of her neck and shoulders just to let them rain from his fingers and lay back against her back... Without even touching her he could see the tremble of her body the patience that she played at herself, until finally...
She had to close her eyes, concentrate on the moment so as not to force him forward, not to force that trained guardian against his patience.. Though she could not contain that need and desire any longer from her trembling form.. Throwing her arms out she wrapped them tight around him and held on steadfast.. He had a warmth to him that she remembered and had been desiring for some time.. And here, within her arms she felt it.. She could feel that heart of his going wild within his chest as his own arms snaked about her lithe form, though it was not a hug that he gave her... An arm reached around and pulled at her own, taking her fingers and entwining them in with his own and his other arm lay lightly about her waist. That strong, gloved palm pressed to the small of her back and pulled her body all the more tightly against his own.. There were no words, no spoken language to express the communication that his eyes alone spoke to her as she locked gazes. And then he steps back, that arm of his throwing her out into a spin that had her skirt tail floating into the still air.. Pulling her back she was pressed back to him and braced she was leaned back.. Her back arching gently upward as he leaned down hovering his face just millimeters from her own.. She could feel his moist breath against her lips and her body seemed to melt into those arms that held her so effortlessly in place... Keeping her eyes locked onto his she slips a hand up along the thick material that covered his upper arm and took to memorizing that smooth, yet rough feel, the way his muscles strained... Allowing her leg to lift straight and hook to around his waist she rolls her back and hips in such a manner that she pressed tighter to him and pushed the both of them back up...
Holding her was heaven. Having her against him was torturous, yet the dream he had each night he would lay alone listening to the sounds of war outside his barrack walls.. Though here, holding her, there was no more blasts, no more explosions in the back of his mind, there was only her and that body that he held tight... Once her hand laid and traveled along his arm, he finally trembled, finally gave way to that admiration that flared to his senses when she was around him.. And then they were up again, her about his waist and hips pressed together.. Taking a hold to her thigh, that slitted skirt falling away to expose pale, yet perfect skin, he lifted her upward.. This caused her to position her other leg about him.. Calculated, tactful... Again he leaned into her, that soft breath of hers played at his lips as he so teasingly kept them from her own.. Though inwardly it was only for himself.. Everything seemed to move in a time that only they managed, moved to a song that only they could hear as he continued to lead her about the dance floor.. Their bodies never parting longer than just a few moments, though even that was to them.. Again he spins her out, this time as he pulls her against him again her shoulders rested back to his chest and her head fell back to rest against his own shoulders.. Lowering his head down his cheek pressed to her own and there he could feel her breathlessness, feel her trembling, her bodies anticipation of his next move.. Turning his face only slightly, his lips grace that smooth perfected skin of hers. He needed her closer, needed her warmth and her body to revel in, to remind him that all that he had done was for her, was to protect and keep her from harm.. Yet, she seemed not to even falter or even shy away from him.. And with that confidence flooded his senses in a wave of amorous emotions for her.. Keeping one hand clasped into the smaller form of her own her wrapped that arm around her, their bodies swaying, pressing together and staying closer than ever before... His other hand took to her arm and guided it upward to hook at the nook of her arm against his neck, just to slide his fingers softly back down raising goosebumps lightly to her skin..
Torturous as he was to her she would have it no other way.. she would have not changed a moment of this dance and time with the one man she loved most.. Her breath caught within her throat at those fingers working down along the subtle curve of her arm.. Arcing her back gently and rolling her shoulders she melded their forms as one not allowing for any space to pass between them.. Fingers spread as she held to that thick neck of his just to play at the lines and muscle control as he leaned into her and brushed those soft lips along her neck, jawline, cheek and ear... Taking in a deep, long breath she had to close her eyes, the room seeming to spin in the intoxicating moment of this sensual embrace that he held her in.. Hot tears ran down the length and curve of her cheeks and she knew then that she was lost to him, she was at his mercy and belong solely to him.. Her heart beat with a pace and rhythm she had never felt before and her body's heat seemed to begin to collect tiny beads of perspiration against her goosebumps.. There was no better place, no other moment she would rather be living and breathing in at that time.. Finally her eyes open again and she turns her face upward, the candle light playing at those almost exasperated features, although content and admiring as they were, would stare up at him with full surrender.. She was his..