Childish Fears

Noir never really thought about Duchess’s past, whether it was just his selfish nature to not be curious or if he just did not care enough to pursue the information. The world might never know. The blue striped man lived in the moment for the most part, he had some hauntings from his past, as he was making obvious now. She didn’t know how much he needed the words she shared with him, or more importantly the ones that he shared with her. Noir didn’t talk about his family anymore, his trust in the dainty woman had grown in their time together.

Duchess never refused his touch, or squirmed from his grasp. Whenever he touched her the response was falling deeper into him. Today was no different about that aspect, however with his own emotional turmoil the connection felt so much deeper. Noir was always about his own pleasure and desire but as his dark arms wrapped around her slender form it was almost like she became a part of him. She moved against his touch, molding to his frame as their kiss deepened. He connected with Duchess on a level that hadn’t been there before, or perhaps he just hadn’t been self aware enough to notice.

Both of them were aware of the course this conversation would take them, especially as their bodies began to entwine and Noir manipulated her body against his own. He breathed her in, he took her passion, and perhaps for the first time he didn’t ferret it away for himself but shared and returned the feeling back to her.