This is a portion of a story, obviously. It was really fun to write. They are two characters created by my friends for story usage. Amaya's design is mine, and Zavarish (Zavo) is Dave's. He's writing a book concerning the two. He merged this piece with a few other's he already had, of course changing it to his style of writing. I think mine is much better, of course.
It's a bit steamy, but you'll live. Apparently Tami Hoag has been soaked into my brain like a sponge. :)
Amaya turned her head slightly, glancing away from Zavo. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she stared passed the twitching candlelight to their shadows dancing on the wall. The innocense that she had kept was stolen away from her the night Marcellus had decided to take her. She knew she couldn’t fight him, and was too afraid to say no. She knew how he would react if she had.
She had created the illusion of love towards Marcellus, knowing that deep down in her heart Zavo was the only person that she could ever truly love. She would die to take back that night and the mistakes she had made.
Zavo’s hand cupped her chin softly as he pulled her head in his direction. His eyes were coated with tears. He had been certain that he had lost Amaya forever. However, it was written in the stars somewhere that they belonged together. They were soul mates.
They sat on Zavo’s bed in the basement of his home. Outside, a storm was growing steadily. Thunder rolled in the distance and rain began to pelt the roof and windows more violently by the minute. The atmosphere on the outside made that on the inside seem more sensual, erotic, even.
Amaya swallowed and took in a deep breath. She couldn’t even remember anymore what had terminated their relationship in the first place. The time apart had only seemed to make what they had grow stronger, however. Unfortunately, through that mistake, she would never be able to let Zavo have her completely. He wouldn’t be her first, and only. The idea made her want to break down.
Zavo read her, and pulled Amaya close to his body. He felt her hot tears roll down his bare chest. His heart lurched from inside at the pain she was feeling. He wanted to wash it all away from her, somehow.
He put his lips to her ear, and whispered to her, “Everything is alright, now. We are together again . . .” He slid an arm around her back, pressing her close to him, trying to comfort her, as well as himself. He took her hand in his, and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
Amaya choked on her sobs as she tried to cease her tears. She squeezed Zavo’s hand as hard as she could manage, allowing herself to know that he was no dream. Her love was there, holding her, helping to heal her pain. She could see inside of him and see that all the pain she felt was twisting his heart into knots. He wanted to cry with her, but wouldn’t, because he was the strong one.
“Zavo . . . I love you . . .” she whispered. She lay a kiss on his tear stained chest. He had let her cry on him. Relieve her inside tensions and anguish. She took in a few deep breaths to try to calm herself from crying. She felt herself vulnerable.
Zavo embraced Amaya and lay his chin on her shoulder. Her hair smelled of fruits. He brushed a hand over it. She had soft, welcoming hair. A longing stirred inside of him as he stroked her head. He pulled his head from her shoulder to look into her eyes. God, were they beautiful. He could get lost in them.
Amaya licked her lips, unconsciously. It was a nervous habit that she had. She put her hand to Zavo’s cheek, and pressed her lips to his. She needed a taste of him for further comfort.
Zavo kissed her back, need building up inside of him. Amaya had parted her lips just enough to allow him to thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. The simple taste of her made him hunger for more. Amaya was his, and nobody else’s. They were supposed to give each other their innocense. Now, there was only his to give, and he wanted to give it to her.
Zavo pushed Amaya on her back, still kissing her vehemently. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, pushing her shirt up with his other hand, baring her full breasts. He moved his lips to her right nipple, taking it between his teeth, retrieving a moan from Amaya. He felt it harden as he teased it with his tongue. He nipped at it, caressing her other between two fingers.
Amaya’s breathing had heightened, and her breath staggered. She moved her leg slightly against him, feeling his manhood straining against the denim of his jeans. She knew he wanted her. She could hear him talking to her through his mind. Warmth flooded her most sensitive area.
“Amaya, I want to give myself to you,” Zavo told her with his thoughts. He moved his lips to her neck, then back to her own. His kiss was full of hunger and need.
Amaya felt all that he felt. She bit at his tongue, and his lips. Want rushed through her. It overpowered her. She needed to feel Zavo’s body against her, with her. She needed him as badly as he needed her.
Amaya wiggled against him, and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off.
Zavo held himself above her for a moment, staring down at her. She was his whole world. His life and his very breath. Other people needed oxygen to breathe, but he needed Amaya.
He traced the tip of his forefinger down her nose, lips, and down the center of her chest and stomach. He leaned his head down to kiss right below the shimmering red jewels of her belly ring. Her stomach jumped, causing him to smile to himself.
Amaya closed her eyes for a moment, so she could speak with Zavo silently. They expressed their fears with one another. They were afraid, but they also needed comfort, and needed to be as close to one another as possible. It was as close as two people could be.
Zavo trailed kisses up her stomach and chest, moving slowly to her lips. He felt her dragging her nails on his back. Her hands slid down his sides under him to her belt. He could feel her unfastening it. He moved his hands to his own, undoing it more quickly than she did hers.
Amaya drew in a deep breath. She could feel her body shaking. Her pulse accelerating. Zavo felt the same of his body. He sat up, helping to pull off her jeans. There was no need to unbutton or unzip them since they were so big on her.
He unfastened his button and unzipped his own jeans. Amaya stared at him, as though not knowing what she should do, or if she should do anything at all. He beamed inside, although shaking on the out.
Amaya’s breath caught when she saw his erection poking through his black boxers. She knew how badly he wanted her, at that moment, and realized just how badly she wanted him as well.
Zavo’s green eyes glowed brightly as he moved his body towards hers. He cupped her breast with his hand, kneading it, staring into deepening amber eyes. He watched her bite on her lower lip has his hand slid slowly down her stomach to the lace of her black thong. He lowered his mouth to her nipple as he moved his hand to the more sensitive area of her body. She was fiery, hot and ready; he felt his want for her growing.
Amaya arched against him as she felt him slide a finger inside of her. How badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.
"Zavo . . ." she whispered.
He silenced her with an impassioned kiss. He shuddered as her hand brushed over his shaft, stopping to stroke him slowly. He could hear Amaya’s sweet laugh in her thoughts.
Amaya felt Zavo’s fingers slipping under her thong, working to remove her of her final article of clothing. As he did that, she worked to remove him of his.
“Amaya, I want you,” Zavo said, telepathically.
“Oh . . . Zavo . . .” Amaya wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him in a frenzied manner. He would be giving himself to her, all of him. She couldn’t give all of her to him because part of her was already gone. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Zavo kissed it, letting her know all was fine. The past didn’t matter. All that did was the here and now. All that mattered was them, and what they had together. How badly he wanted to make love to her, and he knew she wanted it just as bad. So many nights, he lay awake dreaming of this moment, and it had finally come. He was scared to death, and excited just as much.
Amaya took him in her head, reading all that he was feeling. “It’s alright,” she let him know. She helped to guide him to her. Her breath caught at the pain she felt when he entered.
Zavo’s eyes showed his concern, and heightened fear, but Amaya took him further inside of her, allowing him to know that she was fine. She pulled his face to hers, and kissed him sweetly as they moved together, in a pool of love and devotion. Nothing could wrong this moment, or this night.
They fell asleep in one another’s arms, as the stars said they should, and when they woke up, they would be the same. Soul mates, destined for one another at birth. They would never part again as long as they existed.
