29. Kuret

29

Kuret

Her eyes are wide, their dark coloring a beautiful contrast to her white hair, which is very distracting.

I realize I have been kneeling here staring at her, not saying a word since she scrambled out of the water, so I clear my throat and avert my eyes from hers. The only thing I seem to excel at with her is making her uncomfortable.

Her brown-pink lips are pursed, and her eyes look a lot larger from this angle.

It causes an inconvenient stirring in my loins that makes me swallow thickly. I should not be thinking like this about a woman I am supposed to protect. I have tried to keep these intrusive thoughts out of my head, but all my efforts have been in vain.

She consumes my thoughts.

"We should keep moving."

Luckily, she doesn't argue, but I don't move yet, feeling weighed down in the water.

As much as I tried to not look, the memory of her naked body is seared into my mind. As I suspected, she has none of the hard planes and defined muscle of my species but is instead large stretches of soft flesh. Just waiting for me to press myself into it.

Then there was the patch of white hair at the juncture of her brown thighs, letting even someone as clueless as I know where to pleasure her. Males talk, and I have ears. One of their favorite topics late at night is how different it is to pleasure a female, compared to the pairings many of us have formed with each other.

I hadn't yet found my pairing among the males, though many assumed it would be with Samke. He was just a brother, though, and this… this is something far, far different. Something, if not forbidden, at least unattainable.

She said she liked when I touched her, though. I long to do so again. And again, and never stop. But it isn't right.

I make myself turn to the task of cleaning my own body, aware that she is still looking at me. Still standing there with that look on her face that I don't know how to interpret. Except that it seems like she can't decide about something.

"Kuret?"

"Yes, Nasrin?"

"I don't… I don't normally just undress like that."

I'm not sure why she feels the need to say it, especially since she has been more likely to cover additional parts of herself than necessary since we met, but I try to soothe whatever she is struggling with anyway. "I am sure that is the case, Nasrin. Though if you would like to undress, it is alright."

I bite down on my tongue, yet again, not sure why I had to add that. It has the desired effect, though. She is no longer looking so lost but is instead smirking.

"Is it? It seems to make you uncomfortable, but I could…"

As she trails off, the material creeps away from her wrists and I groan out a protest for leading us to this point before deciding it is best to simply get away as fast as I can.

As I move to get out of the stream, she shifts forward. I accidentally bump into her, and she loses her balance.

She lets out a yelp and falls toward the ground, but I am quick and I catch her in my arms long before she can get there.

Something is building and I don't know what it is or how long it will stay suppressed.