The Awakening - Part 1

The Awakening

We found the place by instinct. No directions. No plan. Just a shared moment in the car, moonlight sliding over the windshield, and that low pull between our souls guiding the way. Anticipation that had been building for days fell away the moment the dunes came into view.

The beach stretched out wide before us, silver-lined by the moonlight. We pulled into an empty lot that felt like a gift from the stars... just for us. No cars. No footprints. No voices. Just the gentle hush of waves.

The engine shut off. The calm hit like a breath held too long, finally exhaled.

She didn’t move at first. Neither did I.

We just sat there, quietly aware of the weight pressing against the air inside the car.

The radio still played softly... “Lips of an Angel” bleeding through the speakers like a subtle hint that the universe sees all.

The shadows of the dashboard wrapped around her, and everything I’d been holding back surged to the surface.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t see you,” I said. “Not when you show up looking like this.”

Her tongue slid over her bottom lip…just once. Intentional.

“I didn’t ask you to pretend,” she replied.

I breathed deep. “And tonight?”

She paused, letting the silence speak for her… then nodded, slow and deliberate, like an offering.

That’s when I reached across and brushed her thigh… light at first, then firmer, sliding upward. Her breath caught. She shifted, hips tilting slightly toward my hand, like her body was already answering.

She leaned in, stopping just short of my lips.

“Not here,” she whispered. “Not yet.”

The ache in my chest flared. But it wasn’t rejection. It was permission. Direction.

She opened her door. The sound of the waves rushed in like applause.

She stepped out first, rising from the passenger seat like something blooming under starlight. I watched her…drawn forward without resistance.

The black dress clung to her like it had made a pact with the wind. It moved just enough to tease the outline of her thighs, the sway of her hips, the curve of her ass. She walked toward the edge of the sand.

I opened my door slower. My breath already shallow.

She was barefoot in the sand now. Hair wild. Mouth soft. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of the tide. She wasn’t hiding anymore.

I followed.

“Did you wear that dress for me?” I asked, voice low and rough.

She didn’t answer. Just gave me that sideways glance. A flicker. A smirk.

She knew.

And she wanted me to know she knew.

I stepped in close, my hand sliding to her waist. I felt the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. Her body leaned into mine… just slightly… but enough.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” I murmured against her neck. “Every time you looked at me like you weren’t looking.”

She turned, lips near my ear. “You have no idea.”

But still…no kiss.

Not yet.

She stepped back and reached for my hand.

“Come on,” she said. “I want to feel the sand when you finally stop holding back.”

That’s when I knew. This night wouldn’t be rushed. It would be earned.

We walked together down the sand-swept path, her hand in mine, fingers intertwined. She wasn’t pulling me forward…she was guiding.

The beach opened before us. The moon was high now, casting ribbons of silver across the tide.

She let go of my hand and stepped ahead, spinning slowly on bare feet. The hem of her dress lifted just slightly in the breeze, her silhouette carved out by moonlight.

Then she turned to face me fully, eyes blazing.

“When will you stand up?” she asked.

It wasn’t a question. It was a command wrapped in reverence.

I straightened.

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing my chest… not seductively, but deliberately. Searching.

“This,” she said, pressing her palm flat over my heart. “This is why I came. Not for the lust. Not for the fire. For this.”

I couldn’t speak. My jaw clenched. My throat locked.

“You don’t even see him yet, do you?” she whispered. “The man I see when I close my eyes… the man who kneels only when it’s holy, and rises when I need light.”

Her words cracked something open inside me. Something I hadn’t touched in years.

“You are mine,” she said. “Not because I own you. Because I choose you. And I need you to choose yourself… now. Here.”

I stepped forward, instinctual. Guided. My hands found her waist again…softer now. My head bowed, but she lifted my chin with two fingers.

“No. Not tonight,” she said. “No more hiding. I want your eyes. I want your fire.”

So I gave it.

The kiss wasn’t from hunger. It was reverence.

She opened to me like a flame catching dry wood. Instant. Wild. Alive.

We sank into the sand. The tide hissed nearby. She pulled me over her, legs parting like the sea had trained her to rise and crash.

My hands found the softness of her thighs. Her dress bunched up. She arched as I entered her. That first moan…guttural and broken…lit something in me that would never go out.

She whispered words I didn’t fully understand, but my body responded like they were scripture.

“Faster,” she breathed.

“Harder.”

“Look at me.”

And I did. I watched her unravel and rebuild in the same breath. Her eyes locked on mine as I moved inside her, in rhythm with everything we'd been holding back.

She pulled at my back, nails dragging hard. Her teeth bit into my shoulder as she came, her body shaking like the ritual was complete.

I followed…losing myself in her like a prayer poured through open palms.

We collapsed into the afterglow, limbs tangled, the tide creeping closer like it wanted in on the pact we’d just made.

Her breath slowed. Mine still fought to catch up.

I turned to her, brushing the wild red hair from her cheek. Her eyes were wild and knowing.

“Do you see it now?” I asked.

She didn’t need to speak. I saw it in her gaze…the reflection of the man I was becoming.

“You’re not broken,” she whispered, fingers gliding across my chest, tracing invisible symbols into the sweat. “You’re mine. You always were.”

Something inside me released…finally.

“I see it now,” I said.

Her gaze stayed steady. “What do you see?”

“You,” I said. “Us. And the part of me I thought I lost. You woke him up.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

I leaned in, kissed her temple, and whispered:

“The moon’s full tomorrow. There’s a cabin I know, tucked deep in the mountains. No neighbors. No rules. Just you, me… and the things we’ll etch into our souls and scream to the stars that dare watch.”

Her breath hitched…just enough.

I kissed her again, slower this time.

We weren’t going home.

The Awakening - Part 1 by sirindy

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