O Bucată Din Inima Mea

When Artorias turned to face her, Bowen's heart slammed against the cage that held it captive. Even now, after their time apart and the plethora of feelings, hypothetical situations and doubt that had plagued Bowen, that thick desire for Artorias still filled her to the brim. Seeing him, having him close... it washed that all away. Having him near her made everything right in the world. That was, until he spoke. The sarcasm and hurt in her brother's vocals made Bowen visibly wince, her pink lips pulling back to flash her teeth for a moment. Did he really think that she was trying to hurt him? That she'd done all of this intentionally? Did he really not know her at all? "I would never intentionally hurt you, Artorias." Her voice was stronger and filled with conviction as she gave her retort. It appeared that they were both hypocrites. He didn't want her fucking Haiku, well she didn't want him fucking Briar. That wasn't how it would work out though, was it? She wasn't going to argue over the fact that she had known Haiku longer than he'd known Briar. She wouldn't tell him that she had always loved the giant, chocolate covered brute. She would mention how Art could just fuck Briar and traipse around in front of Bowen like everything was okay. This whole mess... in the end it wasn't about Haiku or Briar. It was about the two of them.

The intensity in the man's golden eyes was hypnotizing and Bowen felt herself being pulled into them. He'd insulted the fuck out of her repeatedly, but as long as he continued to stare at her, she didn't care. He could have berated her, called her a whore and it would have all sounded like honeyed silk. Bowen was enraptured by the man, a feeling unlike anything that she'd ever felt for another. Yes, she'd had crushes here and there. She'd been enamored with a few wolves, but this was above and beyond any of that. Artorias consumed her. At this moment, he was the sun and she was a simple, auburn moth, begging for a touch of his warm light.

And then Artorias was declaring his love for her. Not the same love that he felt for Briar, which Bowen understood, but love all the same. He continued, sharing his wishes and desires for them and all the while Bowen kept her glittering gaze on his handsome face. Did we mention that Bowen had an audible fixation? Because she did. Hearing Artorias speak about having his way with her, fucking her, loving her, hearing her call out his name in pleasure... An involuntary whimper squeezed tightly in the fae's throat. Her knees shook and her body erupted in flames. Did he even realize what was happening? Did he know what all of this did to her?

The distance between them grew smaller and smaller and soon Artorias was standing directly in front of her. She could feel the heat pouring off of his body and when he spoke softly right beside her, Bowen released a shuddering gasp. He wanted to know what she wanted and the russet and cream woman needed a moment to wet her tongue before she answered him.

Bowen's voice was a husky whisper, her tones filled with the deep desire, love and lust that Artorias filled her with. "I want you, Artorias." And she did. Gods, did she want him! Sadness slanted her copper brows downward. "But I can never have all of you, just like you can never have all of me." Briar would always be first in his heart. If Bowen was a stronger woman, perhaps she would have been fine playing second fiddle for all eternity, but she wasn't. "Briar will always be first in your heart. I need to be first in someone's heart as well." Haiku treated her so well... she couldn't ask for a better man to stand beside.

"If you can accept this then I'll do everything that you ask of me." Green eyes searched his face, trying hard to find out what he was thinking. "If you can accept it, then I can accept it. We can be with one another whenever we wish. We can travel, see the world. We can love, Artorias." Please, please accept it. Bowen wanted him so badly in that moment that even if he denied her, she was ready to push him to the ground and give in to the burning desire within her. Bowen's chin lifted and in the flickering light of the hearth, she pressed her lips against his in a delicate, but heated kiss. Their first, but hopefully not their last. With her lips just a hairs breadth from his, she spoke again, her voice the quietest whisper. "I love you, Artorias."

"Bowen"