Lost in Emotions

[Gnarl & Root]

(Closed to Darkest Desires)

What do you say to someone when all you want is to tell them how amazing you think they are. Yet in an instant your do or say something so stupid that it makes them think twice about who you really are. It is the scariest of feelings, one tied deep into Gnarls heart. Why when he felt so powerfully close to such a person would he act the way he did. It didn't make sense to him at all, and he regretted it like the fool he was. There he was, sat there, staring at the woman he was beginning to fall for, upsetting her in a most obscure way.

He hated himself at this moment, and all he wanted to do was make things right. He knew that all he had to do was reach across that table and take her hand, and everything would be ok. Yet he feared it, because there was always that chance that he may have stepped that bit too far. It was stupid, it felt stupid, and he didn't need Root to tell him how much of a moron he was for ruining the best part of his life.

He struggled to lay his eyes on her at first, but once focused it wasn't him, but her, who struggled to make eye contact. Her sore eyes more vivid than any clear blue sky of day. He had wronged her, and all because of what? A little bit of jealousy that jumped into his head. Now her happy up beat self hung low, her blonde locks suddenly not so springy and fresh, and her bright blue eyes appearing dull and depressed.

Oh what a fucking dick I am...

His chest felt tight, and his heart lacked any motivation beyond that of pure guilt. How could he effect someone he cared about so much, even if it was by accident, it didn't matter, it was done and he was to blame. His eyes finally dropped from her sad face, she hadn't looked back, she hadn't made up her mind to what she thought of him. His whole demeanour dropped, he slouched in his chair, his smile long gone, his shoulders low, his mouth pouting in disappointment.

What is she thinking? How does she feel? What have I done...I hope she doesn't hold it against me.

The rest of the world didn't care, their lives continuing on as normally requests it should, yet here they were, in their own little bubble of disappointment. Gnarl had only meant the best for them, and he occasionally made a mistake on the way, but he knew he could rectify himself with love and care. If only she could believe in him one more time, she wouldn't regret it, he knew that much; but she had to take that step by herself.

Root was coming around to, having watched the last few nights they had spent together, it had been more than a blessing, they had truly enjoyed one another's company. Yet now, to Gnarl, it felt like it paused in the balance. It was strange that someone sat so close, could feel so far away.

The panic in himself had left a ringing in his ears, so much so he blanked out the whispers and mutterings of the tavern around them. The posh, well taken care of tavern come restaurant was popular, but well spaced for the privacy of its occupants. Lit up with small candles, like little glow bugs in the night, it had felt rather romantic at first thought, but the bold young man across by the nearest table had triggered the moment they sat in now.

He was now gone and wouldn't bother them again, but the damage appeared already done. Gnarl wanted to blame him, but had he really done anything, or had Gnarl read into something that was never there? It had taken one look from him, and one comment from Gnarl; then there was silence. Now, sat slouched in his chair, lit up by the dim candlelight, he waited patiently and politely, it was the least he could do. He didn't want to tell Root of this moment, he wanted to take it back, and maybe he could, but only by her terms.

Gnarl reached out half way across the table with his hand, hoping, wishing for a half way meet. "I'm sorry, I have no words to express how much regret I feel right now."

[darkest.desires.]

Jealousy, an eight letter word that could destroy a relationship in a millisecond and was what it was doing with this one? Everything have been so perfect, yeah been being the operative word in this situation but now here the two sat acting like complete strangers. Camille knew that everything couldn't last but their little island of perfection was so short lived, it took a man, one single comment for it all to crumble and sink under water. Her heart ached, as if someone had ripped it out than poured battery acid on the fresh wound. The kind of hurt that feels like a sucker punch in the gut and takes your breath away leaving her wheezing. Trembling lips, making her heart slip deeper into the vat of depression the rest of her was slowly following in pursuit.

They had been sitting there for over two hours not looking at one another avoiding eye contact with each other neither speaking. The tavern around them full of life, couple cuddled up in booths, families sharing laughter making new memories and here the two sat consumed in their own grief. She couldn't dare look at him or even try to have defended herself because she didn't wish to make it worse or to start crying. Catching her lower lip in between her teeth trying to stop the wobbling of it, her eyes burned with unshed tears her chest tight with sorrow. She so badly wished to fix it but she didn't understand honestly why it was broken in the first place so how do apologize when you don't know what to apologize for?

The flame of the candle flicked casting shadows around them as she waved her hands over the fire. The heat instantly stinging her fingers and palm telling her body that's hot stop stupid! Yet she continued, the physical pain drawing away from the emotional pain even if only for a brief moment. Drawing her hands away she rubbed it gently before letting it grip her cook cup that brought another wave of aching from her stinging hand. Taking a large gulp of her spiked apple cider she observed herself, from her black leather heeled boots that stopped mid shine to her dark washed out denim skinny jeans up to her white sweater that hugged her curvy from. That she had looked gorgeous having curled her hair in loose beach waves and applied a little makeup to make her eyes pop she knew her hair now lacked luster and her eyes the spark or fire in them before.

I don't know what I will do if this cost me the one thing that at absolutely want.. Him.

Her thoughts were a complete train wreck as she set her cup down licking her lips that were even lacking color, whimpering inwardly to herself she couldn't help but glance at his arms that she so badly just wished to be held in. Though he had been jealous over nothing and at first it had annoyed her she found it cute that he showed he was protective and cared greatly for her. Finally his low, sweet voice invaded her thoughts, tilting her head she listened to him closely. Sighing softly she slipped her hand into his wrapping it around his, giving it a gently squeeze.

"I want nothing more than to move past this Gnarl, I have dreamt for so many years to have a love that even a blind man can see and you give me that. You make my heart beat fast and slow at the same time, you make me feel wanted and special like no one else can. I want to get over this tiff and move on with out looking back." She offered him a soft smile hoping that he felt the same still and wanted to remain with one another.

[Gnarl & Root]

It was terrifying how scary those moments were, as she finally reached forward and took his hand her in hers. His heart skipped a beat and his body trembled and a long deep shudder as he anticipated the answer.

Oh how her words repaired his heart, he gripped his own knee under the table and cleared his throat as his emotions overwhelmed him. A slow deep breath calmed him, and a tickle in his eyes hinted at a tear or relief; yet he held it back. He had to look strong at least. His heart raced again, this time injected with a flurry of relief and excitement at the same time. Of course that's what he wanted, of course he wanted to be with her. Her very words warmed him once more.

"I want all of that too!" He answered with great glee. "I'll never betray your confidence...I'm just a bit of an idiot..."

He really wanted to explain even more, make the biggest of apologies and ensure that she knew how sorry he really was. So she could understand how much love he had to give and that while he wasn't a perfect person, he damn well tried to be, and would do anything for her. His face lit up, a hesitant smile as he still felt guilty. Gnarl hated the knowledge that he had hurt her, he hated himself for it, but she was right, they couldn't linger on something so silly and stupid, not when they felt this way. He never wanted to ruin what they had, she was too important, too special in his eyes.

He sat up properly, squeezing her hand lovingly as he placed a second hand softly on hers. She had forgiven him, and he felt like the luckiest man alive. He finally felt his mouth a little dry, he hadn't had a drink in a while, but had forgotten while as his emotions went in free fall, and it was hard to shallow while his throat remained so dry. He took a small sip, wetting his lips with the red wine, his favourite.

He took another drink, larger this time, maybe if he could drink enough he's forget he ever did it. A passing thought, he'd need more than one drink to ever consider feeling like that. His biggest concern now was that to say next, to compliment her, reminder her what he thought of her, how beautiful she looked tonight, how much fun they had so far. It felt like a celebration, he wanted to give her something in return, but it clashed with the concern of trying too hard; once again he seemed to be conflicted.

All thoughts aside, he knew he wanted to return things to normal and impress her once again. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it softly.

"What would you like to do next? I can order some more drink, we could go for a walk, or we can go to our private room. I will offer you that choice."

[darkest.desires.]

She could feel a smile dance across her lips, her eyes starting to shine with unshed tears as she could finally feel herself breathe again. Taking a shaky breath she wiped at her eyes before the tears could fall, spilling over her cheeks only to make her face look that much more discolored. When a lycan fights or is a great distance from their mate, their body tends to slowly fall apart starting with appearance than the mood swings come and shortly after that is fatigue and death. The only way to stop it is to be rejected or to give the rejections which after meeting her amazing mate Camille could never think of ever even letting the words leaving her lips. The sound of her light care free laughter filled the space around the two as she shook her head at his statement.

"You may be an idiot my love but you are MY idiot and as long as I live I will try my hardest to keep it that way," her voice emphasizing the word my the second time she spoke it also giving his hand another little squeeze

The sparks that were erupting from the skin to skin contact was driving her crazy as she chewed on her lower lip, as the second hand consumed her small digits she had to take a calming breath. Her cheeks heating up with the color red as she followed his hands up to his strong arms than his chest that was sadly covered by a shirt but she could only imagine what was under there. Snapping out of it as she heard him swallow, a grin pulled at her lips as she watched him drink his red wine with a thirst she had never seen before. A look of puzzlement came over her, her brows knitted together as her lips pursed out slight and her eyes squinted at the sight. She wasn't sure if he was thirsty to be drinking like that or maybe it was the simple fact he wanted to unwind after the fight the had just had. Still it confused her though she let it slip to the back of her mind as she took her own glass putting it to her lips letting the liquid slide down her throat. The sensation of the rum that spiked the apple cider leaving a warm trail down her throat to her belly. The alcohol spread it's warming sensation throughout her body making a small shiver ripple down her back with pleasure.

As his lips met her flesh a small gasp parted her lips as the sparks that were already dancing across her flesh making her nerves grow and become erotic. Pressing her plush lips together she surprised a groan from him taunting her, she knew it was unintentional so she didn't take it personal. After a moment of composing herself she scooted closer, her hand still grasping his, with a small gap between him she thought of her options. His question put the ball in her court as she thought of all of the options he had given her, drink ourselves into a drunken stupor? Take a lovely walk and get some fresh air and get to know on another more deeply, or go upstairs were she could rip his clothes to shreds? The last one sounded very enticing as she bite down on her lower lip a little harder than usual as she tugged at it trying to think rational.

"How about we stay here, play a drinking game where we ask questions and if you don't wish to answer you have to talk a shot. Than we can retire to our room in a bit?" Raising her eyebrow she slipped her free hand on his upper thigh giving it a soft squeeze before sneaking in a soft gentle peck on his cheek waiting for his answer.

[Gnarl & Root]

It was as if she could do no wrong, every word that left her soft sexy lips were angelic to him. She always said the right thing, and he loved the fact she stated "MY" so very clearly for him to hear. The smile that graced his face felt unbreakable, only she who created it would break it. He felt the tingle once again in his fingers as they stroked hers, that caring touch he couldn't seem to stop giving as he held her soft hand within his own.

A drinking game...Oh my...

His head instantly filled with a rush of excited thoughts, both sexual and caring alike, with the sexual imagery at the forefront. His own mind drifting off into sexual fantasy off each simple touch and sensual word. The sudden caress of his thigh sent him into overdrive, his very eyes almost rolling back in surprised pleasure to his advance. He really wanted to do it back, but having so far resisted through caution and manners, he began to find it considerably tougher having received such a touch.

That thrust of energy did more than arose the mind, his own body attempting to arise for the occasion. He gulped, adjusted himself to avoid embarrassment and took a quick but deep breath as he controlled his pulsing heart rate. The power this woman held over him was unbelievable, he knew it, wrapped around her little finger already. The feeling that he would do anything she wished of him, anything she desired, just so he could please her, impress her, love her. The only questions that remained, all related together: did she know it? Did she suspect it?

"Well, this sounds...Interesting!" He grinned mischievously as he delayed his final word. The array of naughty ideas swirling around his head. Yet, did he have the nerve to ask anything like what his mind wished? Soon, maybe. He gave a nervous rub on his chin, the overwhelming grin being joined by a light shy blush. His confidence, wavering ever so slightly as he approached the more intimate part of their relationship.

"Alright, a first question. I'd offer it to you as ladies first, but I guess I already sorta just did that. So...I guess I should start with something easy."

Damn...it...ugh...why do I suck at starting...Oh wow she's beautiful...

His eyes ran the length of her legs, pausing at her midriff, he took her in once again.

"Alright, something easy, a few questions for you. What did you suspect my question would be? I'm intrigued to what you expected. Do you keep biting your lip that way on purpose? And, as we both seem to have travelled to where we are now. Where are you from?"

Giving a little excited laugh, Gnarl felt rather chuffed with his questions, though now deeply curious to what her answers would be, as well as what questions she would give in return.

[darkest.desires.]

The atmosphere had went from a dreary, heavy place to now filled with ease and excitement once more as the drinking game was about to commence. Tapping her foot as she could feel the anticipation of his question or well the possibility of his questions weighing on her shoulders. Sucking in her bottom lip while letting her teeth softly nibble on the crimson skin of it she waved her hand in the air as a bar keep scurried over. "Can I please have a bottle of patron and two shot glasses?" Raising his brow inquisitively but a grin that matched her companions spread across his lips before he turned rushing off to get her order.

"Well than shoot cowboy, don't wanna keep a lady waitin'."

A small giggle parted her lips as she covered her mouth, cheeks blossoming with the color pink as she shook her head. Her southern accent slipped out slightly surprising her into a fit of laughter since she hadn't heard it in years. I guess you can never truly take the country outta the girl can ya? Cordelia's silky voice caressed her mind, a smile erupting from her lips. Every since finding Gnarl her soul mate the beast was slowly fading and Cordelia was slowly returning. Looking over at Gnarl a small sigh of shire bliss parted her plush lips as she couldn't help to think herself lucky. She could see that he was having an inner battle with himself as he glanced at her, their eyes meeting for a swift moment. The moment felt longer as goose bumps rose up prickling her flesh, a shiver a pure enticing pleasure shook her body. Someone clearing their throat broke her moment of pure lust as her breathing was slightly labored and shaky.

"I- I am sorry, um thank you please put it on my tab..."

The bar keep looked amused as he nodded setting down the bottle of patron and two shot glasses in front of her. Sliding a shot glass in front of the man that simply took her breath away each time their eyes met. Lifting her hand from his thigh in which it had been resting on she steadied her shake grasp before pouring herself a shot. Tossing it back quickly to loosen up her riled nerves that seemed to be going in over drive with having him so close. The bitter taste of the liquor coated her pallet as she forced it down before taking the limes that had been brought over by the same waitor that had just dropped off the alcohol. She was suppose to have licked salt, sucked the lime than taken the shot to counter-act the patron but her mind being a bit distracted she just took the shot.

Sucking on the lime her face puckered up as she shook her head causing her honey brown locks to fan out. Though the rough yet sultry voice of Gnarl brought her out of her puckering frenzy. Setting down the lime wedge quickly she cleared her throat as she bite her lower lip feeling embarrassed that she had been caught acting so silly. Quickly her lower lip fell from her grasp as he spoke his questions, her cheeks erupting with redness.

"I- I don't mean to chew on my lower lip.. It is a nervous habit.."

Touching her lower lip with her index, middle and ring finger as if it was a brief memory that had actually just happened. "I honestly wasn't sure what you were going to ask and as for where I am from my mother from Kentucky my papa from Russia." Smiling gently at the memories of her parents she looked back Gnarl. "Alright I guess it is my turn."

"Hmm when you first saw me what did you think in that tavern? Why did you choose to stay after finding out what you are to me, my soulmate? What is the best thing you like about me personality wise and physically?"

[Gnarl & Root]

Gnarl felt he danced around the point with his questions, afraid to be so bold as to ask the questions as she did. She had no shame or fear to what his reactions might be, to what he might think in the back of his mind. Did she not ever consider he might say something bad? Or was he paranoid in his thoughts, negative and worrisome when he never had any reason or evidence to back such a belief.

You assume I'm going to let you pay for those drinks.

Gnarl was always brought up to treat a lady with the greatest of respect, he wouldn't let her pay for those drinks or anything else for that matter. He would look after her in both the important ways and the littlest of ways, those small things that people miss until they are upset. Gnarl didn't miss those, he remembered them, he took care of them.

Root may not have been here, his faithful friend, giving them space and time together, alone. Yet his words were never far from his mind, taking mind of him even when they were apart. Maybe it was worth being more forthright, just saying it as it was in the knowledge that she would respond accordingly, not fearing the answers he felt were waiting to pounce from her lips.

How can a woman turn me into such a nervous wreck inside? How can I be so bold until she speaks.

"When I first saw you?" He questioned with a long deep nervous breath, his mind flying back to when they first met. That moment he spotted her across the tavern, her timid frame, her sore posture, was she in pain? Her beauty was over whelming, but an inner strength powered to the surface to stop her being the broken wreck that some would want to take advantage of. She was beautiful in every way, he knew it from the moment he met her, why was it so hard to put into words?

Gnarl parted a nervous breath as he stuttered again. "I was concerned. Concerned to why such a beautiful, confident and dare I say powerful woman could be in such a painful place. I wanted to make sure you were ok, but I guess you didn't need any help."

He pause with that, downed his existing drink and was now ready for the shots she had prepared. Though, he had no reason to drink from it just yet.

"It's been some time since I have felt connected to someone in some way. Your confidence doesn't scare me, telling me I'm your soul mate. I grow from the compliments you have given me, so I don't see why I would ever run away from that. I'll always stay for those of most importance."

He smiled, his own honesty making him a little shy, his eyes looking away from her momentarily. He liked be honest though, to clear those nervous thoughts and concerns. It was who he was, honest and free, caring and loving, he just wanted someone to give himself to. His heart raced with excitement, his cheeks may have flushed, he wasn't sure, but he tried to hide it by remaining calm.

"Your strength and confidence. I love how you are in all respects, and that even with the difficulties you have come through and are going through, you have not given in. You have a love you want to give, and I hold that with you. I find it had to pick out something, you are beautiful, I find it difficult to remove myself from your eyes, I want to run my hands through your hair and I want to touch an hold your every beautiful curve. Picking a single attribute would be a disservice the rest of your body, even if I admit my eyes may drift to your chest."

Gnarl's chest raced and raced, what did he just say, what did he just do?

Oh my...What is she going to say?

He gulped heavily, his throat a little dry. Gripping his drink, his fingers trembled and then the realisation he downed his drink moments earlier. He put his hands together, his fingers linked to hide the tremble, she wouldn't notice, he hoped. Was he supposed to ask her more questions, probably, but he almost forgot, the moment overwhelming his thoughts.

Here he was, dressed smartly in a nice shirt, smart pants and jacket. Dressed to impress and with wishes to a perfect night. The only focus of his though, the beautiful woman that sat before him, and the sultry voice that warmed his ears, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.

"How can you know I'm your soul mate? What makes me so special over anyone else?" Gnarl took his shot like a pro, no time to waste. Salt, lime, shot, then slam as it struck the table. He licked his lips savouring the bitter taste.

[darkest.desires.]

Heat exploded across her cheeks, she could tell the color of crimson was spilling over the sharp, angled bones and than down her neck into her chest. His words were the sweetest thing that caressed her soul setting a burning passion and desire for him even more than she already had for him. Camille sucked in her lower lip, nibbling it as she wasn't used to all the kind words he was saying, she hadn't heard kind words for almost two years now. It took her a moment to realize that she was sucking on her lip once more as it fell out of her grasp. Covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stop the habit that she has done since a small child when nervous, turned on, well pretty much for any reason.

He has no idea how he makes my heart melt and my knees go weak around him. I am like putty in his hands, willing to do anything to keep that handsome smile on his lips.

Her head snapped up when he talked about her breast, at first her mouth fell open at the how blunt he was but then the innocent look on his face when he realized he had ratted himself out was priceless.. The sound of her laughter rang out like church bells after Sunday service as she couldn't help it. He looked as shocked and surprised as she had from his honest comment, though his forwardness didn't bother her a bit. She laid her hand over his trembling on that gripped his cup fiercely what for she wasn't sure but knowing once she touched her mate it would calm him. She wasn't sure how or why it happened but that's how it was, the tingling of skin to skin contact was enough to make her weak in the knees. Offering him a kind smile she squeezed his hand gently before letting it go from her grasps.

I want nothing more than to be in his arms, him holding me tightly against his chest where I feel safe..

Her thoughts drifted softly along the road of shire bliss until his smooth voice that reminded her of warm honey caressed her ears sending a shiver done her spine. Thinking for a moment she pondered on his question, her words slowly forming on her tongue in to a coherent thought. "I know simply by your scent, it drives my wolf Cordelia crazy. Plus when I touch you-" She let her finger tips graze slightly over his cheek, the sparks traveling from her fingers to her wrist down her arm and into her chest setting her body a fire with passion. Her voice was a bit shaky, wavering from its confidence that it tended to hold, "those tingles or sparks are another sign that you are my other half." Taking a deep breath she withdrew her hand that was now shaking slightly from the brief contact that happened. Sucking in her plush bottom lip as she tried to figure out how to answer him with out sounding like she was completely obsessed with him.

"You are the person that makes me complete, you were chosen to show me who I am supposed to be. You are here because the Moon Goddess knew that I would love you from the moment your beautiful lips parted. You complete me in a way that no other person will or can. You are special because you make me melt ever time I hear your lovely accent, when you smile and chuckle my knees go weak. Our conversations can flow from serious to goofy and funny to nothing in particular. I know it's very early to say this but honestly Gnarl I feel as if I am falling fast in love with you and I hope that doesn't scare you."

Taking his free hand in hers she gently gave it a squeeze before letting her lips softly brush over his knuckles. "You are special because you are mine Gnarl as I am yours." Offering him a genuine kind smile she sighed take a shaky breath before taking her drink and chugging it with much unlady like quality. As the liquor slowly warmed her body she loosened up a bit more, Setting down the mug before rolling her shoulders out to stretch.

"Alright down to the brutal truth, do you intend to stick with me because if not than you will have to reject me to break this bond. Once you are positive you are with it I will mark you and um- mate."

Her cheeks flared up as she let out a small school girl giggle, fidgeting with her fingers.

[Gnarl & Root]

The gentle loving touch on his hand warmed him like a thousand stars, turning every single word that left her mouth into a soothing caressing warmth, that wrapped him around her little finger. Everything he wanted to feel, he felt, everything he wanted her to be, she already was, and everything they could be together, was starting right here.

She is falling in love with me? I am falling in falling in love with her, I just haven't admitted it to her yet. It felt so silly when I admitted it to myself, I should tell her too.

He knew she completed him and as she said it, the feeling he received was wondrous. He knew it was true, as all he had wanted since he met her was to talk to her all night, to comfort her when she was sad, and to laugh with her when she was amused, and to love her when she wanted to be loved.

The rest of the world seemed to just haze into black; it was just him, Camille, their two chairs and the table that separated them at arm's length. As blunt and forward as she was about making a decision there and then, it didn't matter, Gnarl has made his decision from the first moment he met her.

He smiled the most loving of smiles, a hint of shyness to it, but he did it while looking into the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen.

"Camille," he slid both hands along the wood of table until he held hers within his. His voice as soft as his deep undertone would allow. "You'd never need ask me that question. Of course I'm going to stick with you."

There was nothing that could shake the desire he held inside for her and every time he professed his love a little more, it felt even stronger. He felt entranced, the buxom beauty before him could not be more beautiful, couldn't be a better woman. She. Was. Perfect.

Wow...The things I can't wait to do with you.

"Please do me a favour, don't stop biting your lip, there's something incredible sexy about it."

[darkest.desires.]

Her breath hitched in her lungs as his hands clasped her own, his gaze was so loving causing her heart swelled with admiration and fondness. Her own deep blue orbs bore into his as she gave his hands a little squeeze, a serene smile on her plump lips. As her name caressed his tongue a small involuntary shiver ran down her spine. As his answer followed the sweet sound of her name leaving his lips, air rushed back into her lungs as she gulped it greedily. Camille's chest was rising and falling rigidly, her hands shaking slightly in his own from the fear of him being unsure if he wanted forever, forever with her. Camille took a shaky breath as she could have cried with joy as relief flooded her body. With one fear gone another was replaced of the thought of losing him, chewing on the inside of her cheek nervously his next request caught her off guard. A small timid giggle came from Cammy as she licked her lips anxiously trying hard to not over think his simple plea.

Sexy. He finds me sexy. The things I would do to those lovely lips of yours, Gnarloc.. Maybe it will be your lip I am biting next..

Camille could feel the temptation and burning of desire stir with in her belly as she let the tip of her tongue slowly trace her plush ruby red lips. Maybe I should have a little fun with this for a moment. Letting one of his hands slip out of her grasp she grabbed the salt, licking the part of her hand where it made a L shape. Pouring some salt there after wetting it, she poured a shot carefully not to dumb salt all over the table. Grabbing a wedge of lime she grinned at him Cammy's midnight ocean blue orbs sparkling with a hint of mischief. Licking the salt off her flesh she let the taste coat her pallet for a brief moment before she placed the flesh of the lime in her mouth. Sucking the juices out vigorously, the sour taste puckering up her lips for a second before she poured the shot down her throat.

Let the games begin my handsome mate, for we shall see who comes out on top. Hopefully me.

Her thoughts were starting to turn dirty as she let a coy smile dance across her lips as she leaned in towards him. Her breast were slightly exposed show more cleavage as they spilled out the top of Cammy's shirt slightly. Her gaze locking with his as she took his hand she had been holding in her own grasp and spreading the fingers out. His hands larger than hers as she kissed his palm tenderly before kissing each of his finger tips. The heat in her belly spreading across her flesh, her yearning for him only growing with each small show of affection. Camille stifled a giggle as she could see his body tensed up once their skin touched.

"Well than my love, I would enjoy nothing more than to try and abide by your request if I can help it."

Her voice purred with a suggestive tone as she grinned than sucking in her bottom lip letting her teeth slowly grazing her flesh before the plush skin fell out of her grasp. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with him but why not have fun with it, cat and mouse is always a good game to play.

[Gnarl & Root]

Part of him wanted to pause this moment, lay back and let her tease every inch of him, that naughty look that glazed over her eyes, the sexy thoughts behind them, and the teasing sensation she gave with every touch.

He closed his eyes for a moment and a thousand images populated his mind. In each one she was there, loving, caressing, smiling, while all being admired by him. His chest felt fragile as his heart raced with excitement again. It didn't take much from her to do it, her effect on him as seductive as an orchid to a bee.

This was more than attraction, this was more than lust or flirty games, there was only one feeling that could truly effect him like this. This was love, and he wasn't sure how quickly he should admit it to her.

This blonde beauty, this sensual seductress, she was wrapping him up in her own spell of love. Yet, this was no magic. She just reacted naturally to everything he was thinking, everything he was wanting, she knew it, and she knew how to flaunt it. He couldn't even pretend to hide his infatuation with her, his eyes locked onto hers like he was hypnotised, leaving only briefly to be seduced by the voluptuous breasts that she purposely presented to him.

Oh my...She gets more beautiful every time I blink. I must control myself...

He smiled again, like he was programmed to do nothing more than that smile at her presence. He couldn't help it, every time their eyes met, every time she smiled at him, he gave in, smiling back in true bliss. He never shied away from his smile though, it was one thing he knew was a prominent feature of his face, that loving smile, he had been told many times in the past.

Then, there she was continuing to tease, kissing his hand and fingers lovingly, then biting her lip in the most sexual way he could have imagined. He had to resist, he had to tease her back, at least he felt he should do, instead of crumbling into the lovely seduced softy he really was inside.

Without thinking, he had already began stroking her forearm, the soft light touch, almost tickling her as he gently stroked her skin with two of his fingers. He leaned in as if to kiss, greeting her eyes with his own as if to initiate a kiss. Then stroking his right hand up her bicep and over her shoulder, he stopped, his eyes a little timid but eager, his lips poised for action but deliberately hesitant. He hovered, edging forward ever so slightly, then as he felt her lips touch his, he leant back.

"Whoops..." He teased, still hovering but a breath from those luscious lips of hers. Unable to fully move away as he wanted them so badly himself.

[darkest.desires.]

Her breath became rigid as his lingering touch set a fire aflame in her belly craving more of his flesh on her own. Licking her lips nervously as he started to lean in, closing the gap between them. His slow movements were just that excruciatingly slow causing her body to ach for his. Camille shivered with anticipation as his lips were a mere few inches from her own, her breathing slightly elevated. He was so close that his breath fanned across her own sending another involuntary shiver down her spine. Just as she thought that her lips were finally going to meet with his he pulled away ever so slightly with a playful smirk on his face.

Whoops...

For a moment Camille sat there with a puzzled look twisting her angelic features as she bite her lower lip with frustration. Sexual frustration, annoyance that he would tease her so. Though soon the look of confusion switched too a look of mischief the light in her blue orbs. Taking a calming breath as she tried to steady her racing heart, two can play this game my love. Letting her left hand slide up his bicep, to his neck, her fingers skimming his jaw line until her hand rested on his cheek. The sparks ignited at the intimate touch only causing her body to ach that much more for him. Camille's breath hitched for a moment as her hand continued to slide to the nape of his neck. A coy smile graced her luscious lips as she gripped his hair in her hand gently so she had control of his head movements.

Shyness started to creep in but before it could take root she pulled his lips to hers as they came crashing down. At first his were stiff on her own but after a moment they molded moving in sync. Her grip on his hair slightly tightened as she brought him as close as humanly possible. Licking his bottom lip for entrance, he playfully refused her. A small frisky growl left hers, gently she bit down on his bottom lip. This caused Gnarl to gasp with surprise allowing her to take the opportunity to plunge her tongue into his mouth. Exploring his mouth with her tongue she sound found his own massaging hers. A small moan was muffled by the passionate kiss as the fire in her belly soon consumed her entire body with yearning for him. Her other free hand finally fell to his thigh as she gripped it playfully as the kissed deepened. She could feel his hand slip onto her cheek but than into her hair, getting lost in her honey brown locks. The silky strands falling through his finger tips like sand. Everything simply fell away in that moment, the tavern, people and even the table it was just the two of them living in the passion of the kiss. Her body melted into his like snow in the rain causing her legs to go weak.

Finally she pulled away, finding herself panting as her eyes locked with his for a moment. Sitting down she hadn't realized she was slightly leaning over the table to get to him or his lips. Letting a slightly trembling hand touch her lips as she was slightly in a daze still from the lavish kiss they had just shared. It took her a moment to snap out of her day dreaming, though his deep chuckle shook her to the core. Camille playfully glared at him as she childishly stuck out her tongue causing him to laugh more, squeezing his thigh gently halted his laughter. A small giggle passed her still swollen lips from the passion they gifted one another. Taking her cup in her hand she let the spiked cider quench her thirst.

"Um, I think it is your turn for asking the questions."

[Gnarl & Root]

In all the places, in all of the world, how have I managed to meet such a wondrous woman.

At times like this it was hard to tell what was real and what was not, his mind locked onto her very essence, her beauty, her smell, her taste, it wrapped him up in another world that simply could not be broken by anyone or anything else. He could have been lost in a dream right now and he would refuse to awake, he could be ordered by the King to leave, and he would refuse to go. She was becoming his world, his only desire and wish. She was everything he wanted her to be.

It was his turn to ask her something, but all questions were being assimilated in his mind by the overwhelming urge to just knock the table out of the way and kiss her once more. All those worries and concerns he had earlier, they were gone, crushed, destroyed and thrown away into an abyss of forgotten memories. If only he could calm his mind for a moment to think.

He gathered his glass as he leant back to his chair, another shot, another strong taste to chill and calm the senses. He took a deep breath, he was in control of himself, not her, at least for the moment.

"So, since I've never been drinking with you before, tell me. How much can you drink? How does it affect you?" Gnarl questioned as he wrapped up a third shot. "I find it seems to bring out my sensual side, truthful and cheery."

Again, he sipped a shot, the quick fire motion, lime, salt, shot. Lime, salt, shot.

[darkest.desires.]

Camille beamed with happiness, her body swelling with blissfulness. If it had been physically possible her body would have done either one of these things. One, been lifted off the ground from all the love and joy that filled her heart when with Gnarl. Two, exploded with all the emotions she feels with him since it almost felt impossible for a body to be able to hold as much love as she had for him. Not realizing that she had been smiling staring at him until his question pulled her out of her own daze. Pondering on how exactly she would be able to word it with out it sounding like a lecture or a jumbled mess. As she was deep in thought, she made her usual faces of it. First, it started with her sucking in her body lip, nibbling on the fatty skin. Than, it went from biting down on it to finally pursing her lips slightly. A small chuckle interrupted but the sexy laughter that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Sorry.." Camille felt her cheeks flush with color as she knew her faces she intended to make.

"Um well I can drink quiet a bit but I am mostly giggle and like to dance and be silly."

She could feel her cheeks heating up once again as she let a small giggle part her lips. One of her eyebrows arched as she watched her mate take shots like a rapid cannon fire. Boom, boom, boom! Another giggle slipped past her lips as she clapped her hands in amusement and being impressed with how he handled that like a champ. Following his lead she set up her shot taking one right after the other. Three shots later and a shiver down her spine the alcohol warmed her body as she just wanted to touch him. Her skin meeting his flesh so she slipped her hand on top of his own giving it a slight squeeze.

After staring at her soulmate with love and adoration she realized she probably looked rather creepy. Chewing on her low lip anxiously she turned her thoughts to a question to ask in return. She could go silly, easy, random or serious it all just depended on what she wanted to know the most. Licking her lips nervously she thought of one but wasn't sure if it would be too soon to bring up. Camille really wanted to know this answer though so before she could loose her cool she awkwardly blurted her question out.

"Do you want kids? Cause I want a big family, I mean I don't have a family any more but that is besides the point. When I was little I used to watch my mom with us and thought I wanted at least two to four kids. I just don't wanna get farther down the road and we disagree on wanting kids because how awkward would that be?"

The feel of a hand slipping up to her cheek and sparks erupting told her it was Gnarl bringing her out of her maniac rant. His thumb stroked her cheek tenderly as she leaned into his touch. Taking a calming breath she closed her eyes to have a zen moment before collecting her bearings. Looking at him their eyes connected for a brief moment before she looked away.

"Sorry you don't have to answer that question if you don't wish to.."

Mod Edit - Moved to the Pit at request of both authors.