[M] - We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Silas Agata · 01-03-2011, 12:18 AM

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He had dreamed of being this close with Halo many times; to be able to take in her scent and feel her warmth beneath his fingertips. Somehow, Silas couldn't believe that this was reality, and that the princess of Inferni has chosen him. None of this made any sense, and yet it was the only thing he could believe in. He found strength in the fact that it seemed she needed him too, and Silas found himself wanting to be able to do anything for her. He would protect her from harm, so that she would never have to face the horrors she had in her past. He would watch over her child, to make sure the boy did not get himself into any trouble. He would provide for her whatever she needed, or whatever her heart desired; the boy could easily picture himself venturing into the city to retrieve whatever it was that would make the cream colored princess happy. That was all that he wanted, really; Silas wanted to know that Halo was safe and she was happy. Even if in the end she chose that she did not want to be with him, Silas only wanted her to be happy. He could only hope that that meant a world that involved him. And for now, it seemed it did.

The fur along her chest was silk, and Silas reveled in her sweet scent. Her fingers danced along her sides, while he planted soft kisses against her frame. He knew what he wanted, and despite the hesitation, he worked towards it. This was something more than a need for carnal affection, but the need for a significant connection with Halo. He knew that he loved her, and had for quite some time, and only wished to show her that it was true. She could have all of him if she wanted it so. He would not hold back. He could only hope that he was not doing something wrong.

Hands traced down her sides, but there was some hesitation apparent. As if to quell his apprehension, Halo’s soft palm overlapped one of his, guiding him further. With a renewed sense of direction, Silas let his palms find their way past her hips, where fingers glided over the smooth fabric adorning her thighs. Fingers beckoned to find the fastening and relieve her of the dark colored hotpants, and yet he could not bring himself to just yet. His lips found her throat, planting soft kisses. He wanted this, wanted her, but fear was finding its way into this moment of perfection. Why did he have to ruin things?

The black vest still adorned his torso, though the fabric hung open to expose his chest. It could be easily discarded if desired. However, it was the cutoff denim shorts that Silas felt the need to be rid of, the stiffness rising beneath causing them to feel uncomfortably tight. He wasn’t sure why the fear was rising in him now. It was obvious that this was what he wanted, and yet the young Russian was finding it difficult to move forward. He felt strangely awkward positioned over her, unsure of how to proceed, and yet extremely comforted by the fact that it was Halo he was with. The strange mix of emotion aided in his hesitation, and so the boy silently sought more encouragement. And just like countless times before, icy blue met fiery crimson.

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