10-04-2009, 02:00 PM
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The drink felt good to him, helped him relax. The clear liquid was strong he knew, but it would have to be to get him to calm down from this. Already he was starting to feel a little happier, a little more bold, as the alcohol stung his throat. Her reaction to his Italian words made him smile back, the same soft feeling in his eyes matching her turquoise orbs. She did not know how that simple smile made him swoon over her, nor did he for that matter. He wasn't quite sure how he was feeling about this new girl, about Savina's sister. He could never lay a finger on her, could he? His thoughts stopped instantly, eyes growing wide as Ghita's figure lengthened. Was she really doing what he thought she was? And indeed she was. Her body grew curves, became more humanized until he got the full naked view of her. His heart nearly stopped as he stared. God she was gorgeous.
As she walked towards him he stopped breathing. Her figure swayed in such a way that he was unsure what to do, thus decided to stay very still. Her dainty hands wrapped around the bottle and he watched her curiously. Finally, she lowered he lips to his and just before they touched he gasped, only to be silenced by her lips on his. It didn't last very long, just long enough for Jazper to get the taste of her and for the new found Ghita do run off with his drink. She teased him from the middle of the room, waving the drink in the air as she gulped it down. His body grew hot as he watched her, his own golden orbs become filled with Mischief. If she was going to play dirty why couldn't he? As quickly as she had stolen his alcohol he had he her pinned down on the ground. A large muscular arm holding her upper body an inch from the ground and mere centimeters away form his own torso. A deep rumble grew in his gut as he spoke, “I believe you took something of mine.”
The drink felt good to him, helped him relax. The clear liquid was strong he knew, but it would have to be to get him to calm down from this. Already he was starting to feel a little happier, a little more bold, as the alcohol stung his throat. Her reaction to his Italian words made him smile back, the same soft feeling in his eyes matching her turquoise orbs. She did not know how that simple smile made him swoon over her, nor did he for that matter. He wasn't quite sure how he was feeling about this new girl, about Savina's sister. He could never lay a finger on her, could he? His thoughts stopped instantly, eyes growing wide as Ghita's figure lengthened. Was she really doing what he thought she was? And indeed she was. Her body grew curves, became more humanized until he got the full naked view of her. His heart nearly stopped as he stared. God she was gorgeous.
As she walked towards him he stopped breathing. Her figure swayed in such a way that he was unsure what to do, thus decided to stay very still. Her dainty hands wrapped around the bottle and he watched her curiously. Finally, she lowered he lips to his and just before they touched he gasped, only to be silenced by her lips on his. It didn't last very long, just long enough for Jazper to get the taste of her and for the new found Ghita do run off with his drink. She teased him from the middle of the room, waving the drink in the air as she gulped it down. His body grew hot as he watched her, his own golden orbs become filled with Mischief. If she was going to play dirty why couldn't he? As quickly as she had stolen his alcohol he had he her pinned down on the ground. A large muscular arm holding her upper body an inch from the ground and mere centimeters away form his own torso. A deep rumble grew in his gut as he spoke, “I believe you took something of mine.”