Our Love is Not A Fairy Tale

Chapter 4

His gaze fixed on her, hand wrapped around her waist: face inches from hers.

“You aren’t ready for it. And neither am I.”

Her challenging gaze met his.

“What if I said I was?”

***

Her eyes watched the way he smiled, zoning in on the bud between his lips. His lips parted slightly -- it should be a sin to be as attractive as he was. The smoke fanned his face, as his laugh reached her ears. The smallest thing he did attracted her. Whether it be good or bad, she didn't care. He was her mess.

His eyes found hers. They travelled down the path of her exposed skin, wishing to part the hair that covered the marks he painted on his personal canvas. His eyes travelled lower: torturously slow. Past the plunging v-line of her dress, over the dip of her hips - lower. He bit down on the cig as she clenched her legs together, crossing them over one another. He smirked.

He turned back around, resuming his conversation. His mind drifting elsewhere, to a universe where it was just him and her.

She looked away, bringing the drink up to her lips as earlier events flashed into her mind.

***

He flipped through his latest drawings arranging them in groups. Once he wasn't happy with lay piled up on the farthest edge of the oakwood table. As the number of drawings continued to decrease, his eyes found the letter sitting isolated amongst the clutter that was his art studio.

He looked away from the letter to the painting that stood proudly on his canvas, one he refused to remove. He couldn't find it within himself to remove it. It felt like the drawing belonged there, surrounded by him, among the many things he loved -- exactly where she was meant to be.

The sun was beginning to set, if he was to agree, it had to be now.

He stood up, checked to make sure his final pieces were in place, picked up the letter along with his coat, before inviting darkness to blanket his studio. The only thing left untouched being the painting, kissed by the setting sun.

‘Okay,’ he told himself, ‘Now how fast could I get a suit.’

***

“You came!” She exclaimed, running over to him, she knew all attempts at hiding her excitement would fail. Thus, she chose to embrace it, and him.

“Mhm.” He nodded as she reached him. Even in heels he still had to look down at her.

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, I figured you would just be wallowing in your sadness for like a few days, any new drawings?”

‘Yes. Ours.’

“Nope, still working on them, fixing old ones.”

She restrained herself from asking if he was okay, the silence that fell on them was deafening.

“Well, you invited me, you promised me there would be drinks. Let's go hunting and f**k the silence.”

***

She picked at the ends of her nails as she waited for the dance to be over. She invited him over as her partner.

’And I’m bad at seeing hints?’

She felt his weight on her back as he slung his arm over her shoulder, “Aren't you gonna come dance?”

“Nope, but you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Her hand casually moved his away.

He pushed the little action to the back of his mind -- choosing not to comment -- taking her drink and sitting down next to her. For the first time since the night began, she had his undivided attention.

Finally.

His head tilted back slightly as he downed the drink before he spoke, “care to dance then?”

“What about her?” She asked, her eyes moving to the gorgeous girl in green, whose eyes had not left the man who was supposed to be her partner of the evening.

“Or you know, the many other girls who want your attention.” Her pettiness came out.

This, he caught on to, choosing to comment on. “Aw, little Nova, are you jealous?” She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek as she mumbled a quiet -

“Yes.”

He grinned, leaning down close to her ear, “and why would that be?”

She turned around to face him, preparing to yell --- stopping short as her breath hitched. He was too close.

Their lips touched as he moved even closer, his teasing eyes didn't leave hers as his smile widened.

She stumbled over her words as she pushed him back.

“You know why.”He sighed, running his hand through his hair (He was getting tired of the neat look anyway).

“I’ve told you time and time again, Nov,” the playfulness no longer present in his eyes, as his cold eyes glared at her.

“At this point, you should know I’m stubborn.”

“Nova,” he warned.

Both the couple's eyes locked onto a brunette that walked past their table, sending a flirtatious smile to Leo, beckoning him towards her.

“I know. This night was about helping you - You go dance, with whoever, I don't care -”

‘I do.’ She thought.

Standing up, “I’ll attract a partner soon.” She shrugged, walking over to the crowd of people. A hand gripped her own. She felt herself get tugged back to his embrace. His hand let go of her wrist, beginning its path up her arm, up the side of her neck to her face.

Back still pressed up against hers, he turned her to face him. His gaze fixed on hers, hand wrapped around her waist: face inches from hers.

“You aren’t ready for it. And neither am I.”

Her challenging gaze met his.

“What if I said I was?”

“You best hope you are.”

***

“Wait, Le-” her words died as his lips claimed hers, moulding with hers perfectly as his body pinned hers to the wall. His hand pinned her hips. She whimpered, circling her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. His thigh wedged between her parted legs, his free hand slid up her dress, aiming for the jewel hidden between her thighs.

***

“Move your hands.”

“No!” She covered her face, refusing to see the expression that drew on his face as he watched her. The first time he was seeing her as vulnerable as this.

Her hands would sometimes make a move to stop his when they lightly touched her skin.

He smirked, “And you said you could take it.”

His voice sounded much closer, deeper.

“I can!” His smirk widened, he had her right where he wanted -

Her hands moved away, her back arched as her lips parted, breathless moans escaping her lips.

She gasped, her hand clumsily gripping onto his hair, hoping to push him away; he pinned them down as he pressed his tongue deeper inside her. His free hand pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves, spreading her open more and more for him.

He pulled away from her intoxicating flower, his lips marked in all she had to offer him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him.

Legs spread, hands pinned down, eyes glazed, breath coming out in short pants as she squirmed around begging for more.

And more she received.

***

“That’s not going to-”

“It will.” He promised, moving the strands of hair away from her face, pressing his lips against her forehead, gently.

Her hands moved down his body, hesitantly curling around him. She didn't believe it would.

He groaned lowly in her ear as she tightened her hands around him.

“You’re not helping.”

He moved her hands away, pulling her hips back.

’’Not going to lie - this will hurt.”

A scream tore from her lips, as he connected the two. She gripped onto his shoulders, digging her nails in. He hissed, his face buried in her neck.

“You okay?”

She nodded, choking on her own words, she whimpered. “Y-you can move.”

***

She moaned and begged for more, he was more than happy to deliver. She pulled him down as he reached deeper inside her, her lips connecting with his as they released in each other's arms.

***

His hands gripped her hair, moving her raven locks away. His lips pressed against the side of her neck. He bit down, staking his claim over her.

His lips made their way down her neck, past her chest - turning her into his own little, precious galaxy.

That was the sight that greeted her the next day. Marks on marks, as the artist slept beside her.

She smiled, shaking her head, running her hands down along their path, pressing against them.

***

She saw the painting. It was right where he left it. The odd one out, contrasting against the clutter of hurriedly laid out drawings he created. She loved it.

***

“Nova.” She snapped back to reality, she could no longer feel the cold kiss of the glass against her lips. Her legs uncrossed. She felt a hand holding her own, stealing it from her.

“I told you, you should’ve put your hair up,” he teased, his hand curling around the back of her neck, bringing her closer towards him. His thumb rubbing against one of his marks, pressing down against it, eliciting a quiet moan from her.

She mumbled incoherently, as he lifted her chin, eyebrow raised.

“What was that you said about finding another partner to dance with?”

"Are you asking?"

Nova felt herself get carried away to the buzz of music that floated in the air, now surrounding the two.

Face to face, chest to chest, his hand protectively around her waist- they danced.

There was nobody else to choose.