Something brushed her hair, and Violet blinked to see Henrik was touching it, brushing a few of the pieces on the side of her face. Most of it was up and out of the way while she had been working, but she quickly pulled back and yanked on the hair tie, letting it down from the twisted bun. Her red hair fell down around her shoulders, right there for him to touch if he so chose.
She hoped he did. That he would.
Almost immediately, Henrik was touching her hair again, playing with a few of the pieces. He was careful, she could tell, to not brush her actual skin, but his fingers brushed more and more pieces, finger combing the locks. It took her a moment to realize her breathing was heavier, and she shuddered, feeling too far away from him.
“Do you trust me?” Henrik asked, and she nodded her head in a jerky motion. “Pull your arms to your chest.”
She did as told, pulling her arms to her chest and crossing her wrists. With a careful precision that told her how much danger Henrik knew they could be in, he sat up on the chair and reached out to her, grasping her hips. A full body shudder overtook her as she felt the strength in his fingertips, digging into her curves, and he lifted her up with a practiced ease, off the floor and onto his lap. She struggled to move and bend her legs without moving her arms, and relied entirely on him for balance as he settled her over him.
There was fabric between them, his jeans keeping her thighs from touching his bare skin, and her hips were covered by her dress, but she could still feel the heat, the burning. Only, it was being overtaken by her lust.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he instructed, his hands still sitting on her hips. “Come on.”
She didn’t know what exactly they were doing or what his plans were, but if she shifted her hips even slightly, she was going to give herself an orgasm.
“What are we doing?” she asked as her hands settled on his shoulders. “This is... dangerous.”
“Makes it that much hotter,” he teased, but she could still see a bit of wariness in his eyes. “Do you feel this? The connection between us?”
A human could feel the tension between them at the moment. Of course she felt it. He was all she could feel.
“You’re right, in that I don’t think we can touch bare skin to bare skin, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” Henrik whispered. “Doesn’t mean we can’t tease the line.”
“Henrik, I don’t think we should—“
“You’re the love of my life, Little Witch. Me and you, we’re meant to be together. Sure, things aren’t workin’ out the way we would hope, but that don’t matter none. The path of other people ain’t for us, because ain’t nobody like us.”
That was absurdly true. There was no one else like them.
“But just because we can’t be together right now in the way we both want, it don’t mean we can’t be together at all.” Henrik shifted his hips, rocking slightly, putting more pressure on her cunt. Oh, fuck, she could feel how rock solid he was against her core, could feel how big he was. She knew her body was made for him, knew she could take him every way they both imagined, but the idea of it actually happening still felt so far away.
“I want this,” Violet agreed, and leaned in as her hair created a halo around them. She wasn’t touching him, not yet, but she wanted to, wanted to kiss him. “I want you so badly.”
“No more pushin’ me away,” he insisted, his fingers gripping a little tighter at his words. “No more back and forth. Me and you, we’re for life, Little Witch, and we’ve spent too much of it apart.”
“Yes—“
“Tell me you love me, Violet. Tell me you still love me.”
“I do,” she promised, and leaned in closer. Her lips were nearly brushing his, so close she could taste the flames, but she couldn’t pull away. “I love you, Henrik. I’ve always loved you. There will never be another like you. It’s always me and you.”
Henrik groaned, his head falling back as he pulled away from her slightly, but his eyes stayed open, locked with hers. He was breathing as heavily as she was, and she grabbed his jaw with her covered hand, her thumb pressing against his lips. He kissed the digit, not looking away from her, then shuddered underneath her.
“There was never anyone else,” he asked... or was he telling? She wasn’t really clear. “Only you. Been waiting a long time for you, Violet. Fuck—“
Henrik groaned again, this time his eyes closing completely as his head fell back. His grip on her hips tightened as he rocked up against her, and her head fell forward, nearly touching his shoulder as the pressure inside of her hit the roof. Fuck, were they grinding against each other and getting off like this? Is that what they were doing? Two thirty-somethings unable to touch or kiss grinding and petting through clothing?
It would be insanely hot if they weren’t forced to not be able to move further... oh, who was she kidding? This was hot. Intense and hot. Sexual. They were two virgins, apparently, who had waited a decade and a half for their soulmates, and they were still separated, but also finding pleasure with one another any way they could.
They were crazy, but they were also crazy for each other.
“Henrik, you’re going to make me come if you keep this up,” she gasped, wanting to make sure he knew what he was doing.
Henrik chuckled under her and released a hip to press his hand near the bottom of her dress, against the inside of her thigh. He was so close to bare skin, it was almost terrifying. “Good. Wanna see you let loose. Wanna see what happens when you come for me.”
She could do that. She could totally do that.
Her hands moved to his chest, balancing herself on him, though she was careful to not touch his fresh ink. She could see it was healing quickly, as a shifter’s skin often did, although it would benefit from lotion. After. She could put the lotion on after. Keep the skin moist while it finished the rapid healing, and to encourage his abilities along, particularly since he didn’t shift.