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

Halo Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 04:21 AM

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What a lovely compliment! Here; have a wall of text :| sswm 1016 Edit; eh, I just edited in Mature label, because it's obvious that they are going in that direction, and because of the wide range of players on this board, I figured it can already be somewhat considered mature :] Hope this was all right.

Her pulse did not maintain the sense of steadiness that she so desired, but the infestation in her made it impossible for her to monitor her swelling emotions properly as his touch remained and served to both excite and frighten. Every kiss served as a light caress of adoration, and her mind was able to distinguish the lovely scene from that taken from a horror movie, draped with blood and the death of another. Time did erase the vividness of her experiences, and she would probably decide that she had reason to be content with the fact that she had not made it into a dramatic event—that was, if she managed to keep her posture and remained aware of the colours of these lovely, almond shaped eyes of his. They should have been the Russian male’s most startling features, but Halo was particularly privileged with the specimen she had set her eyes on. It was so wonderful to know this; to be able to understand how incredibly lucky she was to feel have him lost in her wine red gaze with such affection apparent in the pale blue. She did not deserve such happiness, but her greed was great and she wanted him to belong to her as much as she wanted to belong to him.

Her gentle hand strengthened the male’s hesitating movement, and she remained still with the exception of her rising breath as his hand followed the smooth patterns of her auburn pelt, leaving traces of lovely, drunken fire behind. The warrior princess had ached for his intellectual love, and so she should naturally crave the carnal as well. The experience of his touch changed as his fingers moved over the light fabric of her clothing, and it was not until now that she realized that they would be an obstacle if this was to continue. The same went for him, and both her hands lifted to leap along the handsome feel of the muscles on his front. Her pulse filled her ears, and she thought this was becoming more comfortable, though no less horrifying in many ways, as this was Silas and everything about him mattered to such an extent that she would willingly attempt to alter her life for his liking if that would become a requirement. The male was too considerate to ask for something like that though, and she adored that compassion. She had wished for strong independence all her life, but that desire had been nullified as the one for him had leaped to ridiculous heights.

Adoring hues of red remained locked with his, and she felt his uncertainty as she felt her own. For a moment, stillness seemed to possess her. It dawned on her that this could be her pressing him further than what he was comfortable with. A light hue of concern bloomed within the deep scarlet, for she would not want to spoil her chances in her attempt to reel him in too hurriedly. Their attraction seemed to have been a constant since they met, and therefore it would not be so bad if they allowed time to breathe. Then again, had not this scene been born naturally? The woman had possessed no anticipation of this when she had risen from her bed with the birds of dawn. She could withdraw and say that it was okay, that she’d rather save it for another time. As the Hydra’s mind considered this, she found quickly that she did not particularly admire that option. Hormones danced on quickened cat’s feet through her dilated, crimson veins. It was natural to suffer a blow to their confidences, for the open display of affection was rather new for them both. It didn’t make her desire for him any less.

Determination seized her, finally. It was not right for her to remain a passive piece in this play game of two participants. Halo did not possess much confidence about this either, but the certainty of her needs was a doable placebo. They would eventually discover what felt right, and the only way to figure out what worked was to experiment and risk failing. While her form was slender, owning sweet, feminine curves, her muscles were impressive for her gender. Slowly, she pushed his hovering body back a little so that she could sit up and rearrange their positions. She had enjoyed the shower of butterfly kisses and his caress, but had not offered him the same compassion. She did not wish for this to become one sided, because she was responsible for making this scene move forwards as well.

She tipped him over with soft palms; the length of the couch inspiring her to use its potential, and quickly after it was she that loomed above him. A sweet smile was offered him, for perhaps she thought along the same lines as he had about the somewhat dominant position she was in possession of. The young woman was horribly aware of his body underneath her, but wished to work towards something more. Fingers leaped along his handsome front, appearing certain in their movement while she in reality only followed carnal desire. He was lovely to touch, and it brought delicious flames to her finger tips. The vest he wore did not bother her too much as long as she was granted access to his skin. Her heart leaped with various emotions as she let her hand slide down and touch the fabric of his pants. It required much of her to dare to let it brush over his stiffening area, but it was a towering wall that she was dedicated to climb. She knew what she wanted, and hoped to got she interpreted the male justly.

Kisses drew a finely curved line from beneath a silvery ear and down along his muzzle. Hungry for his taste again, she engaged into a lasting kiss that was expected to be returned if he had not suddenly changed his mind. Nimble fingers from both hands joined as she started to undo the male’s cutoff jeans.

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