Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

His lips parted as if to make way for words, but there was nothing he could say in response. And without a clear line of thought, instinct took the helm, and he leaned back but stopped himself just shy of her lips this time. The structure of his face was briefly and quite dramatically pronounced by how firmly he clenched his jaw shut, as if he might have actually bit her on impulse given all the provocation.

After that, he just laughed, softly at first and then a little louder. She had him, his attention, and his interest. "Fine." One word, and all he could manage for the few seconds after the laughter. He was evidently preoccupied, split between curiosity, uncertainty and attraction. The lattermost of which was beginning to strip away the burdens of its competitors for dominance in the thought hierarchy.

While his mind raced through all of this, every sensation seemed to ramp up in intensity. Her skin felt softer, making him feel like he needed to hold on tighter, as if she might fall through his fingers. It was uncanny to say the least, coupled with an escalating notion that this was definitely uncharted territory for him. His better sense would have normally steered him away from this, but what was currently happening simply couldn't be compared with any of his previous life experiences. This stood by itself, with frightening amounts of allure, he wanted to both walk away and get lost in this experience at the same time.

With this renewed internal conflict, instinct once again served to replace inaction, drawing her towards him. This gesture, coupled with a few steps backward were part of a silent request that they leave this place and go elsewhere.

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