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

Halo Lykoi · 02-11-2011, 10:10 PM

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Awww <3 thank you! ILU DUCK! This reply is poor though ;_; I is sorries, it be late!

It was wonderful to observe his reaction as she pushed the scene further, but it was hard to hold on to the confidence she so strongly wished she could harbour. There was only so much she could do. But oh, this was so confusing. She knew what she wanted—the desire burning her was very real, but the conflict refused to escape her. She was not aware of the level of conflict—would only learn when it was too late. Heart hummed beneath its organic prison, and it beat for him, this beautiful male that could make her think her life was beautiful with his mere presence. And he wanted her as she wanted him. Fingers brushed against his jawline as the male’s hand cupped her cheek, keeping her there, kiss deep and lingering, so wonderful.

Her hand left his face quickly again, joining the other to continue to work with his trousers. Confidence—she wanted this. It was going to be all right. She felt so clumsy, but tried to force thought away from this moment. He did not complain, instead courage her on with his response to her touch. Wonderful and frightening at once. Fingers found more force as she slowly pulled the pants off. She could feel their breaths battle with muffled urgency, though knew that there were too many thoughts trapped inside her mind. She did not like being clumsy, and the same uncertainty that had been visible in him seemed to harbour her as well at the moment. Fingers and palm gently brushed against his exposed length, remembering his quiet groan and wanting to hear it again.

Silas Agata · 04-02-2011, 01:54 PM

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He had her so close to him, and yet it was not enough. He absolutely needed to have her, and now it was apparent that his awkwardness and uncertainty would not stop him. It didn’t matter if their actions were not executed perfectly, so long as they took place. And with her caressing touch encouraging him, Silas made the decision that it was time to release himself of his silly inhibitions and just move forward. It was what he had wanted all along, and now it seemed apparent that it was what the beautiful princess wanted too. He would not question it now, as he had before. She was probably crazy for wanting him, but she did. That was really all that mattered.

Lungs were presented with oxygen again when the two broke away from their lingering kiss. Both copper palms had traveled south beyond his waist, and Silas tilted his chin to watch those burning rubies while they transfixed on him. In a few moments of fumbling motion, Halo had managed to maneuver the torn denim away from its snug location just below his hips and the Russian was free from the fabric’s oppression. A moment later the boy felt an entirely new sensation, one that his body longed for, and he had to let his head fall back to the couch, icy eyes slowly becoming veiled by dark lids as a soft groan worked its way deep in his throat. Her tease above the denim was entirely different than her caress now, and Silas focused on the feeling of ecstasy radiating throughout his frame.

Though her touch was absolutely tingling, the boy was suddenly greedy himself, and decided he could no longer refrain from keeping his own hands away from her. Palms found her hips, slowly trailing up her warm sides in admiration of her lithe form. Somehow there was no need for words anymore, and Silas simply wanted to focus on the sounds of her body. He wanted to hear the same moan of pleasure that she had elicited in him, and thus he returned his touch to her hips, so that he might eventually work on removing the fabric that veiled her. Yet for now the boy’s hands paused, a shudder running the length of his spine in response to her caressing touch between his thighs.

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Halo Lykoi · 04-05-2011, 11:14 AM

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300+ ;______; poor silasdarling!

Things had not gone flawlessly up until this moment, but first times never would. She did not know much about the male on this field, but this was unknown grounds for her. She had believed this scene had moved in a wonderful direction, but the mental pressure she had put on herself was about to ruin everything. She wanted to want him and she did, but it was not enough for a psyche that had gone through several nightmares in the past. Everyday life was bearable because it lacked physical affection. She had believed she was ready, but she was not.

Halo could only carry witness to her form slowly ceasing to cooperate. It was incredibly hard to fail and do opposite of what she wanted to do most. But instead of ice-blue gaze she saw scarlet hues like her own and a flash of a face of someone she had never met. The palms brushing against her hips did not belong to Silas, and she felt the taste of bile on the back of her tongue and the thundering approach of panic. She couldn’t do this. Her throat closed and blocked her airway, but perhaps that was just as well, because that made it impossible for her to scream.

The change of scene was as bad for her as it would be for him. When met with the image of Samel coated in blood, the woman’s softness froze and shattered as she fought against the immerse impulse to outright flee. That, and the impulse to dig her claws into the face of someone she knew never had and never would intentionally hurt her. It was unfair, but she couldn’t. ”I’m sorry..” It was strange that she had a voice at all at this point. She was aware of the wetness running down her cheeks—those damned tears—but it could not be helped.

”I just can’t!” unable to offer him more than that, she clumsily wrestled off him and fled, caring little where her feet brought her, for she was blinded by tears and shame. She was a horrible, horrible person. She did not deserve this male’s love and she never would. Why did she have to destroy the only person that brought beauty into her life?

Silas Agata · 04-05-2011, 02:21 PM

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Word Count → 333 :: D'aww. I suppose we can.. *gasp*.. archive this now!

Every feeling leading up to this moment had created a unified buzzing pulsation between their two bodies. However, this unexpectedly ceased, as if instead receiving a sharp shock before numbing away to nothing. Somehow though he didn’t realize it, his body instantly recognized that it was over. Halo’s touch changed entirely and somehow, even though they were still touching, Silas felt an incredible feeling of separation. It was as if they were no longer on the same plane of feeling, and that seemed to create an almost tangible barrier between them. What was all of this? When she spoke, Halo’s voice wasn’t strong like Silas knew it to be, and icy blue recognized the dampness of tears in those shining rubies he often admired.

The Russian was given no time to react before the Inferni princess was wrestling away from their entanglement on the couch and scurried off into some other part of the mansion. The feeling of loneliness was heightened by this new mixture of abandonment, and he cried out softly to her "Halo", before the boy’s gaze fell away from the doorframe out which Halo had escaped, falling to his discarded denim Halo had let fall to the floor. Though he didn’t want to be angry at Halo, for he knew what had happened in her past, the boy did feel a strange sense of pain, caused by the conflicting emotions of his body and mind.

It took him only a few minutes for reality to sink in, and Silas realized where exactly he was. The mansion had begun to focus back into view, and the Russian jumped to his feet, reaching for his shorts so he could pull the denim snug around his hips once more. He thought now how they were lucky that no one had (hopefully) decided to come traipsing in or had heard them. Darkened ears falling close to the rich blue of his bandana, Silas climbed the stairs so that he could hide away in his room.

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