Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

She watched in silence as the man moved from his vantage point, her fingers clutching onto the desk as he did, keeping her still. There was a certain confidence in his stride, a determination in the rhythm of it and that she had seen many times before, only in his words. Many of them were engraved in her memory and the impact of them was as heavy as his presence at that moment. She could feel him move. He moved in her rapidly accelerating heartbeat, his approach driving her into the the edge of the desk. Maybe, just maybe, she would not have reacted at all if it had not been for the way he looked at her, caging her with smiling eyes and not letting her out of sight, making sure she stayed exactly where she was. Any conversation she voiced at that moment would have been an excuse to make him halt, a way to buy herself the time she thought she needed but would not know what to do with. Surely it would have been easy to understand what his nearing meant for her, but the change in his color was too sudden for her young mind to register before he had her trapped. A yelp escaped her as she was turned, the noise low but sharp, carrying a hint of anxiety. Just like the many times his words had moved her, something inside her was set ablaze by the way he did not even bother to ask, by the way he never gave her a chance to deny him. It was not just a subtle warmth it even lacked embers to spark the fire. It was immediate, her knees weakening at the image of their bodies close together reflected in the mirror, her heart skipping a beat at the sight and feeling of his hand perfectly collaring her throat. Countless nights had been spent sharing words in the haze of their lust, two minds unfolding in the distant presence of each other, letting each other in bit by bit. Perhaps the most bizarre thing about the way he held her now was that she had spoken so...eagerly about it then, and now it seemed to scare her. Because somewhere she was afraid those hands would press down too hard, she instinctively feared the fact that he could end her short life with little effort. A hand was raised to touch his, fingers hooking in as if to pull it away, but whatever the intention had been it left her mind the moment his lips touched her skin. She did not try to free herself, nor did she complain. Instead, her head was tilted to the side, her lips parting and a muted pant leaving her throat. Little goosebumps sprang in the wake of his words and her stomach heaved lightly underneath his other hand, and as if the sensation wasn't overwhelming already, she saw every detail of her reaction in the mirror. Everything from the powerless fingers that remained still on top of his to the subtle way her body shifted as she pressed her legs together in an attempt to steady herself. Slowly she breathed in his scent and her soulful eyes watched his face in the mirror. Her brow furrowed above them as she spoke, still subconsciously avoiding the name she knew him by, what he was to her, as if the word was loaded with an entirely different meaning now that they were together. I... don't know, she admitted quietly, whether or not those were the words he wanted to hear.