Begin Anew - 6

[Gabriel pov]

The gentle embrace. A touch that seemed to reach far deeper than even my heart could speak for. Gentle lips that took their share. Touching with such gentle passion.

I reached back… touching my hand to hers. Gently entwining our fingers, and when she was ready.

"Abby~" I spoke, a hint of teasing within my voice. A hand reaching through those garments of hers. Taking what I was owed. What was owed to her.

Deeper and deeper until it reached what I knew to be hers. A small flower bud… yet to truly petal. A rosebud that rose with each encircling move of my thumb. Another that reached even further. 

A count of the bumps and edges of her inner depths. And when she cried out. A moan… ecstasy. Her mouth taken by my own. Muffled into my mouth. Her very soul shouting out in attention.

A blazing vortex of greatness rising higher and higher with each and every faint touch. Another, from my other hand. That reached through those lips of hers - when my own mouth failed to muffle her cries.

Yet as she came down from that high of hers. Fluid staining my finger. Both my thumb and index. She rose. A smirk - one that I could practically feel upon her face - rose as she tore my pants from me. 

A finger parting my lips and pushing me down. As I had done to her… so too did she do to me. Her hand pumped in a rhythmic tone. Fondling with such gentleness. Enough for me to release within moments.

A sticky substance that sought her hand… her face… her body. Everywhere I could think of… each and every part was coated. But her hand was the most.

She smirked. Rising from her oppressive stance and placed her clean hand to my eye. Looking straight within. Judging whether it was murky or clear.

It was clear. My sight a tone of gray and white. Watching her smirk above me. Her tainted hand raised to her mouth. Slurping with such an erotic sound that I hardened immediately after.

"De~li~cious~" Abby intoned, licking her fingers to completion. The sight of which had me falling on her. A lust within my eyes. Understanding dawning upon my soul.

Of why others had been so drawn to me. Drawn to their desires. For if this was the pleasure. One that came oh so close to healing, even to me, it was… intoxicating.

I stood on shaky legs, exposing my once covered body to the air. Letting her take as many glances as she wanted. As she pinned me to the wall. A hand cupped against my cheek. Eyes with such passion stared into my own.

And when I leaned forward. I kissed her nose.

"That's enough." I spoke. Feet placed once more against the floor. I could practically feel the pout within her eyes as she placed another hand over my face. Pulled me back into her embrace. 

My face veiled by her modest breasts.

"Of course." 

…

There was no meaning behind such an action. No deeper feelings whos edges had sprouted upon us. A spur of the moment decision, among that addled state of mind whence I had exited the hospice. 

I found her… I found Abby to be so beautiful. That soul of hers, the kindness she had showed - to allow me into such a place. For the express purpose to heal.

For the duration back to her rented house… I did nothing but cling to her. Even if she was disguised, the feel and touch of her upon me, oh so different.

Still… I cared not for my repute. Only that I could cling further within that embrace of hers. Only that when we had arrived within her home. I pushed her to the ground. To the bed and kissed her with such utter passion.

The invitation clear… even to her. 

And now, as I sat amongst that bed of hers. My hand fading against Abby's long hair. I felt nothing but satisfaction. I knew…

There was a knock. Disturbing my thoughts.

"Who?" I quietly whispered. Placing discarded clothes over my bare body and carefully making my way over to the door. Peeking through the veil to find that opposite soul of Aia's in the void. A smile upon her as she brazenly walked in.

Her nose sniffed the air and a smirk settled over her face.

"The Lauragne's huh," Aia spoke.

"I-" I cut myself off, hurrying through the corridors, making sure that she kept herself within the appropriate bounds.

"Abby… Abby…" I spoke softly, gently whispering into her ear. She groaned… letting out a cute moan as she grabbed me and tried to pull me back into her embrace.

For a moment I thought of just letting her do that. But I couldn't 

"No." I spoke firmly.

I guess that was enough for her to wake. As her eyes opened in a panic.

"Distract her will you? I need to be presentable."

I nodded and hurried away. Still keeping an eye over this girl who had invaded o- Abby's home.

"I'm sorry for making you wait." I spoke. Handing her a cup of tea that I had made with all due haste. 

"It is of no problem." She smiled, sitting opposite of me.

"I would…" I hesitated for a moment. "I would have to ask why you have disturbed us… especially at an hour as dark as this one."

She smiled once more, only this one had a darker tinge to it. Hidden behind the tea cup where she thought I couldn't see her.

"You aren't truly blind."

She turned her head. And with the tilt she leaned forward. Placing her drink down. A finger trailing over my face. My rapidly retreating face. Eyes turning this and that way. Trying to find a way to switch the topic.

It wasn't that I was reluctant to speak on it. Merely that it was a hard subject. One I had no desire to speak of.