nocompromiseorpeace ; Gimme the K u w u |
21: Then there’s tongue
It wasn’t the fever that brought her into his clinic this morning. She endured the stench of Darktown to come here, for her desire to see Anders was unbearable. Ever since the morning broke past the horizon, she could not handle the thoughts plaguing her any longer. Determined to see him, she was now at the threshold of his clinic, awaiting to catch a glimpse of the man that had treated her before.
She didn’t know what magic he worked on her that day, but it did more than heal her.
Her longing was far from over, for upon seeing his face, her heart lodged itself in her throat. “Anders,” her voice was soft, beckoning him, much like her eyes lured him close. “I hope I am not bothering you, but I wanted to see you before you took in more patients.” Sarah took a step forward when he shook his head, busy looking her over to find what her next affliction might have been. He saw the red against her cheeks and across her nose, immediately, he believed she had fallen under another fever.
His cool hand fell to her cheek, taking her temperature, almost disregarding the fact that Sarah was leaning into his touch. Every touch set her body aflame and she no longer could mind her manners. Eager hands reached for his robes and ensnared them firmly in her grasp. Surprised at her actions, Anders widened his gaze and pulled his hands away to her advancements, but found her face awfully close to his own. Her breathing had become shallow and it was ever so warm. Sea-green, glassy depths, reflected his features back to him. He knew what ailed her and could imagine what the remedy would be.
His hands found their place around her hips and roamed the small of her back once her lips hungrily pressed to his own. They plucked at his lower lip, tugging it playfully before her tongue sought to part them and seek its dance partner. The satisfied moan melted into his mouth when invited him to indulge in the heat of the moment and the heat rising from her frame.