Our lips locked, my hand on her jaw, her hand gripping my hip and pulling herself so she's pressed against me. It's so easy to become lost in moments like this, forgetting what it means to have restraint or thoughts of anything but the moment. When her hand finds its way on my lip it feels right so I just let it, fingers gripping my clothes and the weak taste of liquor mingling with mine. It doesn't make me recoil, the taste of her drink, because it just fits. It feels right.
Her skin burns pink like sunset, brighter than spring's horizon, heat radiating against my skin and nails digging into my clothes. When I break away, it's from necessity. More the need for air and a break than the want for a break. "That was... great," I say running my hand from her jaw to her hair. "Your kissing's better than your catching." I say, planting a quick kiss on her neck before bringing her lips back to mine, running my hands up to the back of her neck so her dark locks can fall over my fingers.
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He breaks away and takes a breath, and Lucrezia finds herself nearly gasping for air. She had been holding it in for so long, wanting to kiss Alexander for as long as she could. "That was . . . great," he says when he breaks away, and she hopes that he means it. Alexander runs his hand along the line of her jaw and then it finds its way into her hair again.
"Your kissing's better than your catching," he says, and kiss along her neck before moving back up to her lips. She doesn't have time to say thank you; they're already a few moments into another kiss by the time she thinks to say it. Lucrezia lets herself be enveloped in his warmth and the ecstasy of his touch — it never hurts to have a little fun.
She pulls away for a moment and realizes that some of the people still in the bar are staring at them, including the bartender. "Do you want to move somewhere else?" she asks.
We stay interlocked for longer than a second, her hand wrapped with the fabric along my hips and her lips locked with mine and then she pulls away and I hold back a sigh of disapproval. Hungering for more, it felt too short. "Do you want to move somewhere else?" She asks and I freeze, looking to the side and suddenly becoming aware of all the other people in the bar. They matter and they're staring. Smart idea; people came here to drink the winter away and not watch two people making out. "Yeah good idea." I respond, taking her hand in mine before raising an eyebrow.
"Where to?" I ask, letting the question hang between us. We can't go to mine, my parents will be there. It's too risky and I've never dared bring a girl home. "I would say my place but it's not exactly... right." I explain, giving a short nervous laugh, looking down at my feet them back up. "Unless you know a place?" I ask.
"Yeah good idea," he agrees, glancing around to see all of the eyes trained on the two of them. "Where to? I would say my place but it's not exactly... right," Alexander says, laughing nervously. His eyes move to his feet and then back up to Lucrezia. "Unless you know a place?" he asks.
"I was thinking my house," Lucrezia says. "It's ah, very large. No one would see us. But the thing is, we'd have to go up the gondola on the mountain because that's — that's where I live. All the way up on the top of the mountain." Blush floods her face; it's always slightly embarrassing having to explain that she lives in a castle in the mountains, one of the farthest and inconvenient places to reach. "But it's better than here," she adds with a small smile and takes his hand in hers.
It doesn't matter, she has an offer already ready. "I was thinking my house," she says and I can't help but smile. Sounds good. "It's ah, very large. No one would see us. But the thing is, we'd have to go up the gondola on the mountain because that's — that's where I live. All the way up on the top of the mountain." She speaks as if it should put me off but it doesn't. I am a man of winter after all. "But it's better than here," she quickly adds before taking my hand in hers and I smile in agreement.
"Well you're right on that part," I say, I enjoy the feeling of my hand resting in hers. "And it'll be worth it." It's so easy to be emboldened at times like this.
"So, a huge house on top of the mountains. What are you? Queen of the mountains?" I ask, bringing her hand up and kissing it jokingly. I've always been royalty yet my parents refused to let me wear a crown, a coronation was not in my future because spoiled kids made for rotten men after all. It had to be earned, not given.
I stand up, hand still on mine. "Well, onward queen," I say, eyes darting towards the door. "Take me to your mountainous kingdom."
We embody royalty after all; kings and queens of winter.
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"Well you're right on that part," Alexander agrees. "And it'll be worth it." A ten minute gondola ride — it's worth the wait, isn't it? "So, a huge house on top of the mountains. What are you? Queen of the mountains?" Alex brings her hand up to his lips as a joke, the way that the princes do in fairytales. "Well, onward queen," he says. "Take me to your mountainous castle."
"'Queen of the mountains?' I've heard that one plenty of times," Lucrezia says with a small giggle. "But I'm um . . . a Sarasin so — some people refer to us as District Two royalty. We're an old family," she explains. A castle in the mountains; the Sarasins were about as close to royalty as the Frays of District One.
Her grip on Alexander's hand tightens ever so slightly, and she leads him away from the bar and towards the door, leaving behind their beer bottles. "Let's go, then, before the temperature drops too low," she says, opening the door of the bar and exposing them to the cold air outside.
She mentions her family name and there's a glint of royalty in the air. She pulls me towards the door, leaving the name Sarasin in the back of my mind. Never heard of them, I guess they're that old. We're humbled by choice, the Calloways because spoiled children make rotten adults. District royalty? Never heard of the idea. "Let's go, then, before the temperature drops too low," and I simply nod. She knows what she's doing. Still, I don't really think of it when she swings open the door and leads us into the biting cold of the outside. I don't flinch though, I'm a man of winter after all.
We make it to the gondola without an issue. It's almost eerie, how it dangles loosely from the wire as if lacking stability. Fuck, the things I'll do for one night of fun. "Good thing I'm not afraid of heights." I say simply, stepping onto the carriage slowly before grinning. "Sorry, guess I should've held the door for you Ms. Royalty."
They walk out to the gondola for only a few minutes. There is a reason Lucrezia goes to this bar; it's at the foot of the mountain, right by the lifts to the mountains. "Good thing I'm not afraid of heights," Alexander says as he steps into the gondola. She follows him in and he looks at her smiling, "Sorry, guess I should've held the door for you Ms. Royalty."
"It's the thought that counts," she replies, smiling in return. She closes the gondola door behind them and they begin to move up the cable that runs from the top of the mountain to the bottom. Lucrezia sits beside him on the bench and places her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her.
It's a bit cold in the gondola, but she's sure they'll warm up in a few moments. "Now, where were we again?" she asks before pulling him in for a kiss.
"It's the thought that counts," she replies smiling back at me as she climbs into the grondola with me, planting herself on the bench next to me. Her hands sit on my waist, pulling me close to her, reigniting the greedy hunger previously felt at the bar but partially suppressed by the cold. It's strange, how a few minutes of her dragging me behind her felt like an age of a wall of ice and stone separating the two of us. Too far for too long, I suppose that's why my father said lust was the killer of reason; leaving cracks within my perception of time and leaving me ruled by my need for closeness.
"Now, where were we again?" She asks.
"Remind me." I respond as she pulls me towards her, renewing the winter howl the occupies the space around us and I just let it. In this moment, I'm the crystalline snow and she's the frozen wind, it's just right.
I break the storm, only for a second for breath. "Now I remember, thanks." I wrap my hands around her lower back; when I kiss her again I'm searching for a way to reignite winter.
"Remind me," he says, and so she reminds him with a kiss. He pulls away for a moment, just to say, "Now I remember, thanks." He his arms are around her lower back now and they're locked in a kiss again; she hopes that there's no one manning the gondola station at the top of the mountain so that they don't have to break apart again for too long.
Lucrezia moves even closer to him, positioning herself so that she's sitting in his lap, her legs around his waist. She can almost feel his heartbeat in his chest, and she swears that their hearts have synchronized. They're against the wall of the gondola now, her hands pressing onto the frozen glass and leaving behind an imprint.
This goes on for a few more minutes until the gondola comes to a halt at the top of the mountain. She leads Alexander out of the space and into the frigid outdoors; it is even colder here than it was at the bottom of the mountain. Several feet away stands the Sarasin Manor, a gargantuan blue and gray castle-like structure that seems to extend upwards and outwards forever and ever. "Yeah that's . . . that's my house," Lucrezia says. "Told you it was huge". She hopes it isn't too shocking; most guests can barely speak when they first lay eyes on the Sarasin's home.
It's strange, how incomplete someone can feel when separated from someone they've known for about an hour. I've always been used to it, the feeling of solitude that comes from tackling winter as a lone soul, braving frosted winds only to look forward to nights by warm fire and flames. I'm in two minds, split between the idea of staying within my comfort zone of braving challenges by myself and this. Fleeting moments buried beneath lust and passion.
It's all fire; the way she so easily sits on top of me, legs so easily wrapped around me like pieces to a jigsaw puzzle, the way her heart races in rhythm with mine. A temporary saving grace before I have to climb back to bitter peaks.
Minutes by fire can amount to an age when there's a winter storm on the outside.
It feels like an eon when she stand up again after we stop moving. She pulls me up by my hands and I'm starstruck by the sight. "Yeah that's . . . that's my house," strange, I mistook it for a castle. "Told you it was huge." I don't let myself become visibly fazed when I'm overshadowed by the magnificence.
"And I thought I was living well," I say, mind casting back to my own house that's dwarfed by whatever this is. I smile anyway. "I suppose everyone's got something worth showing off."
He doesn't seem too phased by the sight of Lucrezia's house, to her relief. "And I thought I was living well," he remarks. "I suppose everyone's got something worth showing off."
Blush flames into her cheeks again. "I never mean to show off but — I think it's hard not to perceive it that way," she says. "But there's ah, one more thing. We have some exotic animals in the house, but only two will be roaming around. They're snow leopards but don't worry, you're with me, so they won't attack you." She is quick to assure him of this; most guests become nervous and uneasy when they first encounter Lucrezia's two snow leopards, Aurora and Pire.
Lucrezia hopes he isn't afraid of predatory felines. That would be quite the mood killer.
"They're like lovable guard dogs, promise," Lucrezia says as she leads him to the front door of the Sarasin Manor.
It's made easier way her cheeks burn bright red, the colour of fading sunlight. "I never mean to show off but — I think it's hard not to perceive it that way," she says as we walk. I only find myself nodding in agreement. I suppose she's right in that respect, father always said giving off the wrong impression could be a fatal flaw. "But there's ah, one more thing. We have some exotic animals in the house, but only two will be roaming around. They're snow leopards but don't worry, you're with me, so they won't attack you."
"Oh." Is all I manage -- damn the things I'll do for a night of fun. It's unheard of but I don't break composure, I just keep my thought onto what I'm doing all this for, the light at the end of the tunnel I suppose.
"They're like lovable guard dogs, promise," she says when we're at the front door.
I better not get fucking eaten.
"Oh no, guess it's up to you to protect me if they play up." I manage a playful smile followed by a reassuring laugh, more for the purpose of keeping myself composed than anything.
Alexander manages composure somehow; Lucrezia watches his face carefully, but there is no sign of worry in his face. Perhaps a slight flash in his eyes, but it disappears as soon as it comes. "Oh," is all he says, likely just in a bit of shock. But she supposes that shock is better than fear.
"Oh no, guess it's up to you to protect me if they play up," he jokes.
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll have to be your knight in shining armor tonight," she laughs. Lucrezia opens the door to the manor, revealing a huge entry hall with white walls and silver trim, with a silver crystal chandelier to match. The floors are made of polished white marble, and there is a long dark blue rug from the doorway to wide, winding staircase. It leads down a hallway to a quad area, where there are no outer walls and the corridors are exposed to the air. From there, you could look down and see a courtyard with a garden and a fountain.
"My room is just up that staircase," she says.
When Lucrezia closes the door, sealing she and Alexander inside, and it shuts with a loud thud. Her snow leopards must have heard it, because they come padding down the staircase towards the two of them.
"Those are my snow leopards, Aurora and Pire," Lucrezia explains. They stop at the end of the staircase and lay down, lounging in the marble stairs. Aurora and Pire just stare at Alexander curiously with their pale eyes, but other than that, they make no move.
Laughter sounds vibrant in the shadow of grandeur.
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll have to be your knight in shining armor tonight," she says it so playfully, simple words sending shivers down my spine, tracing my jaw like glitter and fingernails. The door swings open, revealing a city of white and a structure built on the foundations of wealth. We step inside and the first thing that comes into play are the floors sparkling like stars in the sky. Like polished snow that expands past the winding staircase to the upstairs. It's strange to imagine such a huge house with only the presence of winter to see it through these times. I never thought to ask her about her family.
Already, I see contrast. My steady family doesn't come from rags but we never dared to flaunt riches that could so easily be lost and they made sure the fact was drilled into me. I was never allowed to run my hands through golden rivers, I give the illusion of modest beginnings as a result. No fountations to decorate my gardens and no polished marble to call my floor. "My room is just up that staircase," her voice sounds in the background.
I don't freeze when the padding of paws against the ground sounds through the mansion. "They're like lovable guard dogs, promise," fuck me, I hope she's right. White so naturally coats their fur and had they not been moving I might have mistook them for being part of the halls of winter. "Those are my snow leopards, Aurora and Pire," she explains as they stop, sit and just stare. Burning holes within my soul with their curious and pale eyes.
I don't mind, much.
"See? Perfectly friendly," she assures and it's needed.
"I suppose I can see the appeal," I say absent-mindedly, daring to let my vision wander from side to side before remembering what I'm here for. I bury the curious eyes burning holes in the back of my neck to the bottom of my mind and turn back to her, taking her hands in mine. "All of this is all well and good but..." I deliberately let my voice slowly trail away. "Why do I feel like there's a main attraction I'm missing out on?"