She looked up at him. The harshness of his face, the curve of his nose, the faded tan of his skin. His hair was tousled, and not put up, and it fell like tree roots. Her eyes went to his lips again, and then back to his deep, intense dark eyes that held her own. The moment was like flying, as he leaned in and kissed her.
Scarlett froze against him.
It was a soft, innocent kiss on her cheek but it lingered, and trailed to the right corner of her mouth. She shut her eyes, and melted into his lips, as she tangled her wet wingers into the waves of his hair. “You’re beautiful.” He said against her mouth, and pulled away slowly. His eyes longed for her, wanted her. Scarlett looked at him as if he were the only person in the world. “You’re magic. My magic.” Silas said, as his tattooed fingers had brushed curly strands of wet hair beneath her ears.
At that moment, she didn’t care about pushing her emotions away, she didn’t care about hiding, she didn’t care about pretending. All she cared about was him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, as she pulled him into the bathtub with her, and her body responded to his. In warm waters, his lips had kissed the back of her ears, and then her neck, and Scarlett’s body reacted. To Silas, her reactions felt like heaven. Oh, to receive the very thing that he’d always wanted. As if the years of thirst, of his dessert of emotions had only longed for Scarlett’s rainstorms, and then they’d finally come. Her reactions. Oh, how it was the tempo he’d always wanted to hear. A sensual distortion of music that he always had wanted to listen to and record inside his mind. Scarlett’s soul felt as if it were bliss against his own. Something about her had weakened him, and he didn’t understand it. He was too afraid to understand it.
She then ripped apart his shirt out of pure desire, as the palms of her hands were rested against his bare chest. He looked down at her hands. How small they were, and bare, compared to his own. But she was more than what she led on. More than her appearance. She held a fire that he knew could destroy worlds inside of his heart. She was powerful and that was why he envied her. Why he had craved her. Perhaps, he wanted a part of her all to himself, because he felt powerless without it. Without her love. Without her needing him. He felt as if he needed her to need him. To Silas, no girl could ever possess or embody the presence of who she was. Not even his own lover. Her energy enthralled him. He both loved and hated it.
Her eyes held an emotion that he’d never seen from her before. Something otherworldly flashed in his eyes as he bit his lip when she then got on top of him. His hands had rested on her waist, as vulnerability escaped from their lips like desire. She moved forward slowly against the fabric of his damp cotton pants, and her fingers had slowly begun to navigate where his zipper was. He locked his jaw. Their eyes connected, as if they were glued together. He took time to enjoy the miracle that was Scarlett. How the frame of her brown hips were accompanied by his hands, and had water droplets traveling down them. How her chest was exposed, and how the dark of her hair was wild in a beautiful curled mess. She smiled at him. in a vulnerable-like way. However, his eyes had drifted slightly towards the water. He was still holding back. Her eyes then searched for his, and she leaned down to kiss him. She held his chin. “What’s wrong?” She’d asked in a low tone, with a slight giggle. “Have you never done this before?” She marveled.
Silas then opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly, the bathroom door flung open.
“Hey S? Can I borrow your—” She started to say, but then cut herself off as Silas and Scarlett threw themselves quickly off of each other. Scarlett then sat up straight, and quickly grabbed the towel that stood beside the bathtub and stood awkwardly. She closed her eyes, and then opened them. Silas cleared his throat, and scratched the back of his head, as he tried to come back from his fantasy of desire.
Liveria’s mouth hung open.“Okay, you guys are effing disgusting.” She stated, and crossed her arms. Scarlett buried her face into her hands, as she suddenly was frustrated. With the moment she shared with Silas, the chaoticness of the night, and her urges, she felt conflicted and unbalanced. And now her sister had walked in on her about to get it on with her best friend. What was she thinking? Scarlett suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over her.
“G-Get me a towel.” She spoke rushfully. But Silas seemed miles away when he looked at her. She rolled her eyes, and slapped him. “Silas?!”
He shook his head, and coughed. “Right. Sure.” He said, and grabbed the towel that was on the ground and quickly had given it to her. Liveria laughed.
“Just get out, Liv!” She exclaimed.
The pink-haired girl widened her eyes, and threw her hands up. “Fine by me.” She said,
