He collapsed on top of her...both their bodies were glistening with sweat...he should move...he must be heavy for her. But he didn't want to, lest it change the mood...she had gone silent, he looked down...her face was turned away from him...she was biting down on her bottom lip, he could see there was wetness on her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, taking in the salty tears...had he been that beastly? What could he say? This was her first time and...it was on the floor of a dirt cave...what was he thinking? She couldn't be the same girl...maybe she had been telling the truth this whole time?
He rolled off of her...she didn't try to move away from him. He didn't know if there were words to describe all his jumbled emotions, in the heat of the moment he had taken advantage of her, she was an innocent girl...he had seduced and scared her into submission...what should he do next? He felt his exhaustion from the whole day hit him as he stared up at the cave ceiling. Her could hear her even breathing...she was asleep...maybe he should rest too...they needed to talk in the morning...
Soriya felt cold, she turned to her other side...oh now it was warmer...ummm this was nice...she snuggled in closer...Harit felt her body press itself against his, he had always been a light sleeper...now with her beside him it was even worse. He had tried to rest and was doing fine until she turned his way. Her naked form was taking full advantage of the warmth his body could provide. He tucked the blanket in tighter on her side. She sighed ever so slightly. All her little sounds and nakedness was arousing him again. Ah! He needed to think of something else. He started to count sheep, one...two...three...but as he pictured the sheep another image came up altogether...that of a soft fluffy white bed...She was waiting for him on the bed...smiling and tempting him...her arms were outstretched, calling him to come closer...what was she? A witch, a siren...calling him to his death?
So continued to burrow closer to his side, seeking the warmth. She had no idea her actions were tempting him to do things he knew he shouldn't...Harit shook his head, trying to clear away the image...breathe, he needed to just breathe...she turned away once more but this time her whole back was touching him and she kept wiggling her body closer to his. Forget breathing! He gritted his teeth and tried not to touch her. What excuse could he use now if he took advantage of her again...he kept repeating to himself, "She is cold, you are keeping her warm...she is cold..."
That mantra only lasted for a few seconds...he was just going to hold her, until she woke up. He moved and hugged her from behind...she was such a small thing, his arm was able to envelope her entire waist. She let out another happy sigh. Her skin was so soft, her neck and exposed shoulders were calling to him...just one little kiss, then he would stop...