You think you're getting off easy
The first thing she knows is cold water hitting her tongue. The cup is a clay-like sort against her lips and it tastes good. She knows her mouth is parched.
She is aware of a bed beneath her, but it is neither soft nor hard. She feels her mouth move, knowing words should be formed, but finding none in the dead silence of the pitch black memory. She is apparently talking a while. She feels her hand lift as a slightly calloused hand grasps hers. It sends a lightening shock through her. She squeezes hers in response to something and speaks some words.
Then fingers brush her forehead, sweeping away her short hair. She can feel the other's breath close to her face. She can hardly breathe, as if doing so would ruin whatever is happening. Her insides are nearly trembling. Then, softly, afraid, lips touch hers in a kiss. Another shock goes through her body; her mind goes completely blank. His lips are soft, Honor realizes in that second, and taste sweet. There is an element of command, but before long, he is jolting away in response to an unseen warning.
Honor jumps to her feet and walks away from the bed. She knows her face is hot. Embarrassed. But the imprint of the man's lips are still on hers and she's resisting the urge to touch the place where he had kissed her. She can feel her stomach churn uncomfortably. Her heart races, warmth spreading to every inch of her body. Part of her is delighting the sensation, the other rebelling against it.
She is aware of a bed beneath her, but it is neither soft nor hard. She feels her mouth move, knowing words should be formed, but finding none in the dead silence of the pitch black memory. She is apparently talking a while. She feels her hand lift as a slightly calloused hand grasps hers. It sends a lightening shock through her. She squeezes hers in response to something and speaks some words.
Then fingers brush her forehead, sweeping away her short hair. She can feel the other's breath close to her face. She can hardly breathe, as if doing so would ruin whatever is happening. Her insides are nearly trembling. Then, softly, afraid, lips touch hers in a kiss. Another shock goes through her body; her mind goes completely blank. His lips are soft, Honor realizes in that second, and taste sweet. There is an element of command, but before long, he is jolting away in response to an unseen warning.
Honor jumps to her feet and walks away from the bed. She knows her face is hot. Embarrassed. But the imprint of the man's lips are still on hers and she's resisting the urge to touch the place where he had kissed her. She can feel her stomach churn uncomfortably. Her heart races, warmth spreading to every inch of her body. Part of her is delighting the sensation, the other rebelling against it.