Here is my first attempt at WoWP fic. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it.

Disclaimer: I do not own WoWP and the quotes do not belong to me either.

He hungered for her touch. A mere brush against her was all he needed to keep him going for a few days and then he would come back for more, otherwise he would starve. He needed to get at least a whiff of the scent she wore, a heady mix of lavender, bergamot and geranium. It was as if that particular scent had been made exclusively for her. No one wore it better than her. It was exotic, intoxicating and most of all so aloof and unattainable just like she was.

He hungered for more than her touch. He wanted to spend time with her, precious fleeting moments which he would forever remember. He hung around just to hear her speak, her voice a lilting melody rippling across the air,soothing balm to his ears. There was so much more he wanted, which he knew he could never get. So he waited desperately for these moments, they reminded him of what he could live for. They also reminded him that what he was living for so wrong, ever so wrong. He tried to stay away but this wretched hunger gnawed at him. So he came back for those brief snatches to assuage it.

His thirst for her was unquenchable. He could never drink in enough of her beauty. Every time he tried to it overwhelmed him. His gaze followed her wherever she went. His eyes instinctively searched for her. He felt like a voyeur watching her every move. He was sickened and disgusted by his thirst. But he was helpless; it was like a bottomless well that could never be filled, always greedily asking for more.

He tried to avoid looking at her. That had been a disaster, the more he had tried, and the more he wanted too. Until the desire had become too strong for him and he had helplessly given into it. He hated what he had become. She caused him misery and joy, she teased and tormented him, he oscillated between these emotions unable to control them. And she did not even know that she was doing it to him. The unfairness of it stung him; he vacillated between moods like a crazed pendulum. And she went about without a care in the world. Did she not see him suffering even a tiny little bit? Was he really so invisible or did she just not care about him at all?

His mind reasoned, how could she know, moreover how would she respond? She wasn't going to welcome him with open arms. And as much as he did not want to accept he did. The realization hit him like a blow to his gut. It felt bilious but it had to be stomached.

He threw himself into his work. Academics however can only keep you occupied for so long. So he read up on everything else he could lay his hands on. And she wondered why he knew about things nobody else did. It was not because of genuine interest, it was because it was one of the only ways out. The only way to lose himself and hold onto his sanity. The only way to survive.

He had to get out, go away to some god forsaken place. He could see no other option. This 'love'- could it even be called that he wondered, was driving him mad, tearing him apart and eating him up inside. Because his love, it wasn't the acceptable one. It was forbidden. He had done the unthinkable; he had fallen in love with his sister.

But this need, this all consuming need to see her to, to be able to hear her voice, to be able to her smell scent, to be able to spend those brief moments with her, it wouldn't let him go anywhere. It was like a beast that needed to be fed, so it would not go out of control.

He was trapped, trapped by his hunger, his thirst and his need. And it was killing him, like poison, corrupting each part of him, slowly but surely.

Quod me nutrit me destruit - What nourishes me also destroys me.

Realization dawned on him again. He would never be free of it. He could try all he wanted; he could drown himself in his guilt, it wasn't in his hands, it was far beyond him. After all we did not choose who fell in love with. Love chose us. It was unfortunate that, the person he fell in love was unreachable and most important of all untouchable.

He would have to go on living, unable to go away, unable to go near. Doomed to yearn for what could never be his because there were some lines that could never be crossed, especially familial ones.

Hope you liked it! :)