Intimacy

1115 Words
As I open the door, the familiar sight of the wolf with striking blue eyes greets me. His presence is commanding, yet something about him makes my pulse race with a strange comfort. He moves closer, his gaze locked on mine, each step deliberate. He sniffs me, and I catch the sweet, intoxicating scent of honey, so rich that it makes my mouth water. Before I can fully process it, his massive form begins to shift, bones cracking and reshaping until he stands before me as a man. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “I don’t want to lose you again.” A sharp pang strikes my heart. His words hit deeper than they should, as if a part of me remembers losing him too. The connection is undeniable, even if my mind struggles to grasp it. Though I can’t speak, I feel the depth of his longing mirrored in my own heart. I don’t want to lose him. My arms instinctively move to embrace him, and in that moment, the world outside of us vanishes. I feel his lips grazing my neck, each kiss sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I shiver under his touch, my desire building as if it had always been there, waiting for him. With effortless strength, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me against the wall. His lips never leave my skin, his hands exploring me with a hunger that stirs something primal inside me. I feel the hardness of him between my legs, the heat building as I arch toward him, moisture gathering as desire overwhelms me. I still haven’t seen his face, but none of that matters. I want him. No—I need him. A gasp escapes my lips, and my eyes flutter open, only to be met with the blinding light of the morning sun pouring into my room. The dream evaporates, leaving me alone. The bed feels too big, too empty, and my heart sinks in my chest. Why did I have to wake up now? My heart pounds against my ribs, my body trembling and covered in sweat. I throw off the covers and practically stumble into the shower, turning the water on full blast. The heat doesn’t wash away the lingering feeling of his touch, but it does help ground me. I feel… dirty, but not in a way that soap can fix. Who was that man? Why does my body respond like that to him? The dreams are becoming more vivid with each passing night, more intense, more real. My mind races as I lather my skin, trying to make sense of it all. I need to find him, I think, but how can I find someone I’ve never met, who only exists in my dreams? With a flick of my magic, I dry myself off, willing a simple purple, shoulderless dress to appear around me. The soft fabric clings to my body as I teleport straight to the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes greets me. Daisy is at the stove, flipping pancakes with far more focus than necessary. Marco, Maya, and Arya are seated around the table, watching the process with fascination, their expressions eager. Daisy beams when she sees me. “Pancakes are almost ready, my queen!” she chirps happily, clearly proud of herself. We all sit as Daisy places large stacks of pancakes in front of us. I grab Annie’s syrup, pouring a generous amount over mine, watching as the others do the same. The sweetness should have been comforting, but as I take my first bite, my senses are overwhelmed with an unexpected bitterness. Salt. A mountain of it. I force myself to swallow, trying to keep my face neutral. “Daisy… how much salt did you use?” She blushes, a bit flustered. “A generous amount, my queen. I noticed you didn’t measure when you made ours yesterday, so I tried to measure with my heart as well.” I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. I glance around the table to see everyone else struggling to swallow, their faces contorted in grimaces like they’ve been poisoned. Even Daisy takes a bite and immediately gags, looking mortified. “Measuring with the heart is usually a good idea,” I manage to say through my laughter, “just… maybe a lot less salt next time.” Her cheeks flush bright red, her embarrassment palpable. But before anyone else can say a word, I snap my fingers then clap my hands, and fresh, perfectly made pancakes appear on each of our plates. Daisy breathes a sigh of relief as we all dig in, the laughter and teasing filling the room. Arya, still getting used to our dynamic, grins widely as she takes her first bite. “These are incredible!” she exclaims, her enthusiasm adding to the warmth of the moment. I clap my hands, conjuring mugs of hot coffee for everyone, the rich aroma mixing with the sweetness of breakfast. As we chat, our conversation turns to the plans for the day. The atmosphere is light, and Arya blends in so well it feels like she’s always been a part of our group. After a quiet moment, Arya speaks up, her tone hesitant. “Queen Lenora… I have a brother in a nearby village. Would it be alright if we helped him too?” Her voice trembles slightly as she continues. “The ravens took him when he was 13. I haven’t seen him in six years. They… they take the men to labor camps when they become teenagers.” Her words hang in the air like a dark cloud, and my heart aches for her. I reach out, taking her hand in mine. “Of course, Arya. We’ll help him. I want to free all of fairy kind.” Tears glisten in her eyes, but she smiles, her gratitude almost overwhelming. “Thank you, my queen. I… I hope he’s still alive.” “We’ll find him,” I promise, my voice filled with determination. We finish breakfast quickly, eager to get moving. “Let’s say goodbye to the villagers before we go,” I suggest, my excitement bubbling up again. I feel energized, eager to see how the villagers are doing now that they’ve embraced their true selves. My friends agree, and we prepare to embark on yet another journey. The bond between us feels stronger than ever, and I can’t shake the feeling that something important is waiting for us just over the horizon.
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