Twin Time Trouble

Warmth

She turned and began to walk away from the lake, her feet crunching on the gravel path. The sound seemed to echo in her head, reverberating along with the thoughts that were now swirling around her.

"How is this possible?" she asked herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can he change so much in such a short amount of time?" She wracked her brain, trying to come up with a logical explanation, but she kept coming up empty.

Nothing made sense.

Back in the privacy of her cabin, Jane took a deep breath and sighed with relief. She closed the door behind her, relishing the solitude. She went over to the small kitchenette and took a bottle of root beer out of the fridge. It was cold and sweet, just what she needed. She sat down on the sofa and took a long sip, savoring the fizzy, sugary taste.

Dusk fell, and with it came a gentle breeze. Bats flitted between the trees, silhouetted against the half-moon. Jane sat by the loch, watching as ripples spread across the moon's reflection.

There was a presence behind her. A feeling of someone there, someone watching. She turned, and there he was again, his enigmatic aura surrounding him was palpable even in the dark of night.

He sat down beside her on the shore, his eyes fixed on the dark water. He took a swig from a hip flask and passed it to her. It smelled of spiced rum and burnt sugar. She hesitated for a moment, then took a sip. It burned as it went down, but it felt good, warming her from the inside out.

"I've thirsted for you, Jane. For ages I've longed to finally see you again." His voice was a low rumble. A slow smouldering burn that ignited a fire within her.

Out of left field, he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, but with a growing urgency. His lips pressed against hers, gently holding her lower lip in a gentle caress. She felt herself melting into him, her body responding to his touch in a way she'd never experienced before.

She was lost in the moment.

As if a million tiny fireworks were going off in her brain, flooding her body with a sense of euphoria. Every cell in her body seemed to come alive, tingling with a strange sort of electricity. A heat rose within her, a yearning for something more, craving for his touch, a burning desire that left her breathless.

Slowly he pulled away leaving her heart aflutter, her breath quick and shallow, as if she was experiencing something for the very first time.

Their fingers intertwined, and they felt their heart beating at the same time,

In tune,

In perfect harmony.

Jane couldn't have asked for anything more perfect. Nothing could've been.

He kissed her again, his strong and gentle hands stroking her, it felt just right to be held by him. He guided her to lay down on the soft smooth sand.

And as he leaned forward, he reached up to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, one by one. With each button, he placed a soft kiss on her skin, his lips like a brushstroke on a canvas. The moon was obscured by dark clouds, the stars hidden behind them. It was as if the night was drawing in around them, shielding them from the world.

He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, then moved his lips to her ear,

"I don't regret this," his breath hot on her skin as he whispered. His fingers danced across her hip, gentle but insistent, and she could feel the heat of his touch through her clothing.

Jane was lost in a haze of sensation.

He scooped her up into his arms. The grace and ease with which she was lifted off the ground surprised her, she let out a startled laugh. He was like a kaleidoscope, revealing new colours and patterns with every twist and turn.

His bare feet sank into the warm sand as he carried her away, back to the cabin. He laid her down gently on the down-filled mattress, and she sank into the softness, the scent of lavender and roses filling her senses.

He drew nearer, his movements unhurried and measured, his gaze fixed on hers. His presence filled the space between them, his body radiating heat, his chest pressed against hers. His belly tighten against hers, firm and strong. He reached for his belt. A smile broke across his face, gentle and reassuring.

He kissed her as he ran a finger down her flank, silk, smooth and soft to the touch, it sent a rush of electricity through her body. But it shifted, morphing into something different, a warmness, a tingle. He pushed down on her tummy, and she felt him more, his warmth ripple through her body, like a wave, washing over her, enveloping her in it's embrace.