His breath ceased the moment she entered the shower with her… His eyes gazed upon her skin as the water began to trace her curves. Her beauty was astounding with the lightness of her hair… Her breast was perfect… Her eyes captivated him… Her lips enchanting… He almost missed what she had asked. To him the second he saw her it had become a blur… He would never grow used to this… Being alone with her.
With a tilt of his head, his eyes dilated and narrowed… His fingers immediately wandered to her hips. Then with a firm pull, he moved her against him… He couldn’t look away; his very essence had ceased. Their eyes locked as one as he held her to him. His lips trembled at her mere presence before him, she always had this effect on him… To cease him where no one else could…
With a fall of his hand to her stomach, he finally exhaled… He paused holding it for a moment as if he knew something that had yet to come… His eyes filled with joy as at the same time it saddened. He seemed conflicted but not with her, never with her… Rather as he gazed deep into her soul, he knew now was the first time for her to see him as he was… That within all the days they had known each other… For the weeks that they had stood together, this would be the first time she would truly caste her eyes upon him. He was ashamed by his sight… He was ashamed about what he had done… And what had been done to him… He flinched a little as his palm rested upon her hip. As he pulled her to him.
Sliding his free hand up her side his muscles flexed a little, yet in the mist, the steam of the warm shower they seemed to bulge, highlighted in their form… This created a thing of both beauties and of fright. For first the time the scars upon his pale flesh became apparent. Across his chest sears of burns littered him. Old stab wounds from war fixed to his side, as even traces of bullets could be seen in his gut. There was not a part of him left untouched. The Eons he had been alive had seen to this… It also became apparent as to why he always woke up early. Why he had always showered alone… Why until this very moment, he had hidden his skin. Why he had always concealed it from her in the light… Why he had always stood in the shadows… For the scars were light, barely visible and hard to notice… He had healed well… Yet now among the sunlight, among the blanketed steam they were impossible to miss… His eyes closed as he felt her flesh underneath his fingertips. He was now exposed to her… Very exposed….
His head would tilt onto hers as once more he began to breathe… His eyes closed enjoying her presence, enjoy that she had chosen to join him. Yet he couldn’t get past being this exposed. It was alien for him… It was hard to allow one so close. He was used to being on guard, being in control. Never to be held or touched… Rather always being disciplined and composed. Here he would let that all go, to stand with her as his betrothed… To let go of that discipline and finally trust another… With a firming grasp of her waist, he turned her against the back wall and pinned her underneath the shadow head. There he would kiss her firmly intertwining their lips… His body would press firm feeling her completely against his skin… He breathed a sigh of passion for being alone with her… Making her his…
His fingers would intertwin pinning hers against the wall. His breath hastened with each kiss that he took, that he beheld. With a firming touch, he pushed himself against her. He remained silent in his actions. He desperately wanted her. Yet we could not allow his will to defy him… For he had promised to wait. He had promised not to take her until the eve of their day… This was hard… It was destroying. His body yearned for her, it begged for her… This was the sacrifice he had to make… To show his love and his unshakable devote state.