Craving Uncle Leornad

Crossing the Line

They had gone for a charity dinner which was a glamour affair with all the cream of the society in attendance. This beauty had dressed appropriately for the occasion selecting a deep red blouse that fitted her body rightly with the neckline that could make him ’peep’ several times. She had noticed the glances he cast her when he first caught sight of her; the clenching of his jaw when he made her the customary offer of an arm.

The whole evening he had been staring at her with such concentrated desire that she could feel his eyes on her skin even when she turned her back to him. Or maybe that was just her imagination. When they got back home, the atmosphere was tense there was this feeling that had been long overdue.

As they were in the hallway on the natural shade, Leonard for one moment took her hand and felt a momentary spark. He glanced at her and what he felt was lust but there was something else holding him back.

“Emilia, “he said his voice hoarse and deep, “I believe we should talk.” But the moment he tried to say more she approached him and kissed him on the lips. She remember there was a moment when everyone held their breaths and the universe was still while they touched.

In a soft tone, Leonard then gently leaned back and wrapped his arms around her,cherishing her, as he kiss the back of her head, releasing the passion and desire they have been hiding from one another this past weeks.

Suddenly as abruptly as it started Leonard changed tactics, he was clearly out of breath, his eyes were full of shock, regret perhaps.

"Emilia, we can’t do this. ” Leonard exhaled as he fought to conceal his hard on. But even as he spoke the man’s hands stayed on her waist, fingers closing slightly as though he could not bear to release her.

She looked intently at his face, her feelings melting with fearful emotions lest he shun her or end up regretting what just happened. But in his eyes, she saw the truth: Thus, he had the same desire as her and wanted her as much as she wanted him.

“Leonard,” she said softly, almost a purr, “Please, don’t ever move away ..You are.. I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve wanted you for so long…”. His cursed silently eyes flared at her words; his hands squeeze her waist lightly before releasing it reluctantly, let her go and stepped aside. There is so much unsaid between them now and there is a tension that tight wires them apart with desire.

He looked at her, ‘Emilia, this isn’t right. You are… I am. …I can’t... You are my best friend’s daughter and what just happened between us cannot be repeated.’ But as he spoke the words Emilia could see the torment in his eyes, and the way they lingered on her lips, the sharp intake of breath that escaped him when she moved closer.

”Who gives a damn about rules, Leonard?” she said keeping her voice restrained but there was so much turbulence in her soul..inside her nerves were vibrating. ‘I am sure of myself, I am sure of you, and all we need is a chance, please…’ Leonard just looked at her with visible desperation struggling inside him.

After that he surrendered with a shudder of finality and drew her close again, claiming her mouth with a passion that knew no restraint.

This time there were no signs of doubt, of second guessing themselves. His hands wandered over her figure that he has attempted to avoid seeing, Leonard moaned as he felt Emilia.

She wrapped her arms around him and as her bosom settled on the warmth of his body her hands roamed the width of his chest seeming unable to decide where to finally touch she just wanted to touch everywhere at the same time mapping every inch of his skin but she let her hand settle on her firm chest basking in the way the slight possessive hold seem unbelievable.

And before the moment transpired further he hardly pulled her hair and kissed the soul outbof her and suddenly stepped back leaving a space that Emilia hated but as she started to follow closer to him he put up a hand to stop her. Taking a deep breath he started "We need to stop...This really need to stop Emilia and I'm sorry I couldn't stop myself any sooner"

Emilia's heart sank, she wanted to scream yell at him to take everything that she willingly bared. Why stop? Why holding back while she's right there for the picking. Just one single step and she wouldn't even stop him.

But as much as she wanted him, wanted this.. they couldn't rush into something that could spiral out of their control not that she wouldn't want that ofcourse. But you know, every strong walls have cracks and she's looking forwad to break this one.. Oh.. and climbing wouldn't be such a bad idea.

She stepped back giving him the space he needed to gain his composure

"You're right "And she hated how her voice trembled. Leonard's eyes soften and he reached out brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. A tender gesture that almost made her just latch into his arms again.

"Goodnight Emilia."

His voice seemed faraway and face unreadable then slowly retreated to his room.

With her eyes following his back Emilia was certain that she was prepared for whatever that was going to happen next. Because she had gone far enough- and there is no going back in this one. At least He hadn't seem repulsed and he didn't push her away immediately so that's a win right?

The following days were filled with anxiety and the pangs of desire. To argue their situation, Emilia and Leonard attempted to go about their life as normally as possible though there was tension between them was saturated with thoughts of that night, their kiss, heat of the man’s palm and how he stammered saying they should not.

And yet both of them could not and would not forget, and the passion that had only blossomed in the darkness wanted freedom with each passing day. First, it was hand on her hand when walking together in the corridor, the way he looks at her mouth when she spoke, the closeness he seeks when alone. Every time they met it was as if they were being put through an ordeal to see how they would handle themselves temptation, an experiment to test how long one would be able to keep his/her hands off the other.

More and more, Emilia was falling for Leonard and although things felt right, they were incapable of making them work.

As if there was some connection between them, She would purposely stay near him, and get close to him, to smell his Cologne..a rich blend of cedar and spices.

her heart raced every time she would even catch a slight effect from him

She was able to observe every detail about him starting from the rigid jaw when he is deep in thoughts, the subtle upturn of his lips as he smiled, and the gripping of the hands as if struggling with something within him.

Yes, Leonard, who, as far as he can, tried to remain as distant from her as possible, cannot escape her influence. He was always conscious of her- of what she was doing; what she was saying

It was as if she was his most important focus to live for; regardless of any situation he endured no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the stream of thoughts that occupied his mind with her