Page 80 of Somewhere down the Ley Line
She tugged on his arm. “Get up, Felix.”
Very well, the lady wished to get rained on again after finally getting warm and dry, who was he to say no? Felix got to his feet with a bemused smile and peeled off his shirt. Isolde gave him a look, and he winked at her and shrugged. “What? It just dried.” Then he let her drag him through the main room and out the door.
Outside it was as dark, cold, and wet as expected. Isolde did not seem deterred in the slightest, looking around and turning left to the far end of the courtyard.
She turned to face him, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes shining. He raised his eyebrows, then dipped into a bow and extended a hand out to her. She took it and spun, releasing clouds of sparks that surrounded them. Felix twirled her with one arm before pulling her back into his reach with the other. She giggled as she leapt away, her foot landing in a puddle and splashing them both. He whirled her again, faster this time. Soon they were both breathless, slipping on the wet pavement, and the next spin caught them off balance.
Isolde made a wild grab for him and he just managed to steady them both, catching her with one hand on her waist, the other on her back. He smiled and leaned in. Her chin tilted up, meeting him halfway.
The kiss was sweet at first, soft, tasting of rain. Her fingers twined in his hair, and she parted her lips for him. He drew her closer, hands roaming down her body, and the sweetness slowly evolved into something more, something hungry and almost frantic. Her magic flared and pulsed like a living thing, the rain all but forgotten, the cold banished by the fire between them. She clung to him, and he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
They ended up in the far corner of the courtyard where he perched her on a stone ledge, and her hands flew to his trousers.
He smiled against her mouth. “To think I imagined you’d be shy.”
“Be quiet and take these off, Felix,” she replied in a voice so husky, her expression so seductive, it took a significant amount of willpower to not immediately oblige.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait until we’re somewhere more comfortable…?”
“Are you suggesting we might arrive at a nice, cosy inn with soft beds tomorrow?” she interrupted, eyeing him fiercely through rain-soaked lashes. “I don’twant to wait for anything. I might not even have a tomorrow for much longer. I don’t care if it’s crazy. I want to live. I’ve spent enough nights on this journey alone, wishing I were with you.”
If Felix still had any reservations, they were well and truly gone now. But rain or not, cold or not… He had never yet been accused of being a selfish lover, and with her, he was certainly not about to start. So he pushed her hand away and gave her a disarming grin when she looked at him questioningly.
“Lean back.”
He slid his hands under her ass and pulled her leggings off. He winced in sympathy as her bare flesh touched the stone, but she seemed too mesmerised to care.
He sank down to his knees, trailed kisses up her legs, gently nudged them apart and unceremoniously buried his face between her thighs. She arched her back and whimpered, but the uncertain touch of her hand made him look up at her.
“What… what are you doing?” Her pupils were dark with desire, but she was biting her lip uncertainly.
He raised himself up slightly and tilted his head at her. “I take it this is new…?” His lips brushed the inside of her thigh.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Bless that absolute fucking idiot.
He grinned and licked a trail of raindrops off her other leg. She shuddered.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll like it,” he murmured against her skin, “unless you want me to stop?”
“...no.”
He worked his way back with soft kisses, moving so slowly she was writhing by the end. He experimented, teasing a little, giving a little, coaxing sounds from her he promised himself he would get her to make any chance he got. By the time he slipped one, then two fingers into her, she was uttering an incoherent stream of curses,yes-es, more curses, and finally his name, over and over again. She all but strangled him with her thighs when she convulsed around his fingers, and flares of that heady blue glow raced across her skin and his both.
He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want the rush her pleasure was bringing him to end, but she drew him to his feet, her eyes huge, her face flushed, and any rational thought abandoned him as the feral desire to be buried inside her took over.
“That was… that was,” she stammered, before her words dissolved into gasps as he ground his hips against hers.
Felix pulled her against him, one hand behind her neck and the other on her hip. Her hands found their way to the waist of his now painfully tight trousers again, and this time he did not stop her when she tugged them down. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing her heels against his lower back.
Through the haze of lust, a thought wormed into his mind, unbidden and unwanted but persistent, and he froze.
She noticed, of course. “What is it?”
He struggled to form coherent speech. “We can’t… What if you get…”
Her eyes widened when she understood, but it only made her smile and tug at his arms more insistently.
