WARNING: INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve. August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.
“Sebastian.” She said softly.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.
Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.
“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.
“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.
“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.
“That’s part of it…” He admitted.
“Sebastian.”
Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.
“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.
“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.
“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.
“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more.
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