"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
(Latin/Translation)"She is tossed but not sunk..."
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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
One pathetic moan was all it took for Zuko to get the picture.
There was no way in the spirit world that I was getting up. I knew the nurses were doing their job, checking up on me, making sure that my chi levels were once again balanced and that the pain I was experiencing had reduced. And I was thankful they cared, I could only imagine I was probably just one of many people they had to check up on today. That saying - there was no way this body was going to be getting up.
I sighed blissfully as I tightly hugged Zuko's bare chest with one arm, the teddy bear in the other. The warmth that seemed to pour out of Zuko without a single effort was fantastic, making me wrap my body around his as if my life depended on it. Zuko chuckled lightly, his chest rumbling as he whispered sympathetically to the nurses. His hand brushed my long raven coloured hair with his fingers, careful to not tug or yank any tangles he may have stumbled upon.
Another blissed out moan escaped my lips as his hand trailed along my back, but not once did I open my eyes, snuggling my head deeper into his naked chest. I was in such a state of euphoria that it didn't occur to me once that this, was not how we fell asleep last night and that the pain that seemed to overtake me - vanished. I hummed softly before my eyes began to shut once again - just a dream...
But now, a few hours later, I was - once again - wide awake and very much in tune with the fact that my head, was indeed, resting on top of Zuko's bare chest. I could undoubtedly hear his heartbeat directly underneath me and feel his soft breathing on the top of my head – this is not another hormonal dream of mine.
My cheeks flushed as the reality of the situation hit me, how did I even end up like this...was Zuko always shirtless? My fingertips lazily rested on top of his velvety skin; so soft to the touch. No way was I complaining about seeing Zuko bare-chested – but in all honesty, seeing him like this did nothing more but feed into my growing desire for him. And that was the issue.
Without a single thought, my hand delicately drew patterns along his torso, my cold fingertips seeming to sizzle against his warmth. There was just something about him, something so tempting, so - divine. The way his chest rose as he breathed, the way his muscles tensed under the slightest of touches, even the soft groans he made in his sleep. I bit my lip unknowingly, as my hand continued to follow the natural divots etched into his body; Zuko really was right – I do lack self-control around him.
"Don't start what you can't finish love," Zuko grunted coarsely as his hand tightly gripped mine. His voice was low and rumbled, a hot mix between sounding tired and drunk. My eyes widen in surprise, only then realizing how dangerously low my touches have gotten, as I had been tracing the deep V engraved in his pelvis. But I would be lying if I said I regretted doing such action, more like I regret getting caught.
