#taurik

Mostly, though, you hated that you were in love with him. 

The night dragged on, with you trying desperately to maintain your attention on the game, and failing miserably, losing three hands in a row. Even Taurik noticed, inquiring about your well-being. And what could you say? I can’t concentrate because you’re sitting too close and you smell too good and sometimes at night I wonder what it would be like if you were in my bed with me and and and…

No way.

So you fibbed about being tired and called it an early night.

You didn’t catch the way Taurik’s eyes followed you as you left.

***

It started with Taurik teaching you the ozh'esta, magic crackling in your fingertips. And then the feelings grew, with you teaching Taurik how Humans kiss, his hands cradling your face as his lips brushed tenderly against yours. Then came the hunger, full of heady sighs and insistent touches. In what felt like a blink, you were on your back on your bed with Taurik hovering over you, his hands urgently tugging at your uniform pants and underwear, with his mouth poised at your core, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your throbbing cunt.

You woke with a start in your dark room, lit only by the distant stars, a gasp pulled from your throat before you even realized you’d made a sound. As your senses returned to you, you let out a pained groan, thanking your lucky stars your roommate worked Delta shift and you had the room to yourself. Your core throbbed uncomfortably as snippets of your dream returned to you and you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs.

You sighed heavily. You should just forget the whole thing and try to go back to sleep, but as you stared up at the ceiling, your mind still brimming with Taurik, you knew it wouldn’t be so easily forgotten. Hesitantly, you dragged your fingers through your slit, circling your clit with slippery fingers, the action sending a wave of heat rolling up your spine. You pinched your eyes shut, imagining Taurik’s hands in place of yours, his stupidly handsome face hovering with an eyebrow raised, daring you to come for him.

Slipping your free hand under your sleep shirt, you pinched at your nipple, feeling it pebble against the fabric. 

You teased yourself as you imagined Taurik would, your fingers exploring your pussy leisurely. It wasn’t long, though, before the tension in your limbs won out and your movements took on a more frenzied pace. You slipped two of your fingers into your slick heat, imagining… wishing they were Taurik’s.

Your back arched against the sheets, your free hand grasping harshly at your thighs as you curled your fingers inside you, as you imagined Taurik pressing himself into you fervently. You wondered what kinds of sounds he would make; if he would kiss your neck and leave marks for you to remember him by; if he was experienced or if you would have the distinct pleasure of showing him just how to make you feel good.

As the heel of your palm pressed firmly against your clit and your fingers massaged your inner walls, you found your hips rolling on their own, working you up toward your peak. 

You couldn’t help the gasped “Taurik!” that slipped through your lips as you wound higher and higher, nor could you stop the drawn out moan that was pulled from your chest as you sent yourself over the edge, your head tipped back on your pillow.