Nora took Adrian's hands as the two of them danced to the rhythm of a softly hummed melody. It was obvious he didn't know how to dance, but his movements were strangely precise in their function — like someone who didn't know how to do something yet was very good at things similar to it, at least that's how it looked to her.
She, on the other hand, was the one setting the rhythm of this improvised dance. The steps were simple, reminiscent of a waltz but with a much more casual tone. Adrian held her left hand while his entire right arm wrapped around them in a half-embrace.
"Hey, honestly I didn't take you for someone who could dance this well," I told him as I sped up the rhythm a little, our bodies turning in circles, skin brushing skin. I felt a bit embarrassed in the back of my mind, but I was genuinely enjoying myself every time I saw that slightly uncomfortable yet peaceful expression on his face.
"Truth is, I'm not used to this kind of slow dance," he said as he shifted his posture, placing my hand on his shoulder and positioning his own hand at my waist. "Or any dance in general. But I suppose making an exception once in a while isn't so bad." His smile appeared as I continued guiding him.
I took his words to heart, while that annoying smile of his stirred certain sensations in me. I even lost my breath for a moment as I stared at him, hoping I wasn't a complete red disaster right now, but if that was the price to see more of that peaceful expression, then I guessed I would make the same exception he had.
I laughed a little as he and I moved across the sand. Maybe we were paying too much attention to each other, because neither of us noticed the small mound of sand. Everything happened in less than a second. I felt myself fall backwards, pulling Adrian with me.
I closed my eyes slightly at the impact. It didn't hurt, but it surprised me until I opened my eyes again. Only the stars knew how overwhelmingly excited I felt in that moment.
He was on top of me, his body clearly larger than mine. Our faces were almost touching, and I could feel his soft breath. And as if that wasn't enough to make my heart pound a thousand beats per second, I still held his hands, our fingers intertwined. I tried to pull away out of reflex, but I didn't want to. I wanted this moment to last longer.
When he opened his eyes — if I hadn't been a mess before, I definitely was now. Those pitch-black eyes welcomed me, and I responded in kind. I didn't know if this came from a repressed desire, or if it was just me being selfish about the things I wanted to happen, but I tightened my grip and pulled Adrian down until his whole weight rested on me.
I could feel his heartbeat, his skin, the light sheen of sweat on him, the faintly salty but comforting scent. When he was about to speak, I didn't let him. I took his face in my hands and forced him to look me in the eyes. I wanted more of that expression, and he gave it to me; he didn't seem to resist at least not until I felt his hands move to my head, doing whatever he wanted with my hair.
As if something switched inside me, I held him even tighter, this time sealing those lips that annoyed me so much with my own. The sensation was the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. I felt as though my heart might burst, and I wouldn't have cared at all as long as I could keep feeling this.
Of course, that feeling lasted longer than it should have, either because she could hold her breath for a long time or because he was using some kind of power for it. Minutes during which she tightened her hold around the male form in front of her.
It was the best experience she had ever had and it was replaced just as quickly by an even more pleasurable one when she felt his lips exploring beyond her own. The sensation on her neck and shoulders made her snap, breaking the sandals she was wearing with sheer force as she clung even harder to this idiot — an idiot she didn't want to let go.
But the strength she was exerting eventually faded, and she collapsed beneath him. She didn't stay in that position for long; he lifted her, setting her on top of his body, cradling her in his arms.
Nora was completely out of place, feeling nothing but pleasure. She didn't need to say a single word to know how he felt beneath her. And that made her feel even better about herself as her hand wandered across his sculpted body — even the part she might have mistaken for an extremely hard stone if not for its location. She felt even better still when a firm hand grasped her. It seemed she wasn't the only one who wanted this so badly.
As if confirming something to a higher power, a pink light illuminated her eyes with a barely-contained desire for something her mind might not fully understand, but her body did — and demanded — as her form pressed against his like two pieces perfectly made to fit.
In a tacit agreement, a conversation formed between those two young people who knew what they wanted from each other, even if they didn't say it aloud. Things dissolved into a swirl of colors, leaving behind something that was neither of them nor the sum of their parts. It was something else a memory that existed, a conversation taking form — but like the beings that composed it, it was not something this world could truly contain. Reality did not know how to react to something that, in principle, should never have happened.