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- Lilin Soulstorm - 05-02-2012 [html] (431) It was in the quietude and silent terrors of this night that she awoke, a hand resting lightly on throat to regulate the heavy breaths attempting to escape the confines of her throat. Her body had an urgent need to exhale the air detained inside her lungs. Lilin couldn't tell what was more alarming - the concoction of images tormenting her sleep or the lack of airflow rendering her weaker than a mere rat. The moment did pass but not without excessive writhing and twisting in her makeshift bed. Several times, her fingers had tightened around the pelts as if expecting Saul to magically materialize out of them and take their place. He exuded unrivaled warmth and comfort. A pang of guilt tugged at her heart as she recalled the way she constantly sought his embrace in times of distress; was she subconsciously using him? Did he see it as such? Her inner debate was short-lived, however, when her lover's face was momentarily replaced by Barrett's, and then Ezra's. Both had been terribly close friends of hers and neither had developed a relationship of the sort with her. Surely it meant something. In all of her avoidance, Lilin came to realize she did not know what Saul thought of the whole ordeal either. Perhaps once sobered up, he had realized just how foolish of a situation they had gotten themselves into. Suddenly, the seclusion from her hut became too much to withstand. She couldn't tell what time it was from her current location but she could only assume they were halfway through the night from the familiar nightly cricket noises outside. She didn't know what to tell him nor how he would react to her sudden intrusion, especially after nearly two weeks of eluding each other. But she knew that Temeraire was having a sleepover at Ezra's, which gave her enough of a reason to seek his father out and resolve certain issues while he was currently unaccompanied. The breeze outside was cool and pleasant, combing through strands of disheveled locks and caressing one of the pareos she'd hastily wrapped around her waist before exiting her hut. Pushing the deer skin aside, revealing her desire's sleeping body sprawled out on several pelts, Lilin allowed an anxious breath to pass her lips before she crouched low and practically crawled over to his side. She'd had every intention of waking him up and providing an explanation to him, but the serene look adorning his facial features made her decide against it rather quickly. Instead, she allowed her form to curl up against his; her back melting against his chest. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-02-2012 [html]
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The delicate press of her body against his was a comfort, even if he could feel himself growing hotter and harder in all the wrong places. Or perhaps the right places, if there was anything right about their situation. The delicious tickle of her fur against his hand, resting easily on her waist and pulling her closer, caused him to hum softly, a grin on his lips as he looked down into fathomless blue eyes. The sunlight surrounding them gave them new depth, brought out the brown in her wild curls, highlighted the curves of her body in just the right way. And the backdrop to their forbidden tryst was a peaceful, sunny meadow, undisturbed by those who would certainly not understand. Because there was nothing but love, lust and an acceptance that this thing between them was utterly right. It was as natural as breathing to lean down, his nose grazing softly against hers as his tongue danced along her lips, a taunting edge to the caress that he had longed to give for so long. There was a bittersweetness to this meeting that both of them couldn't deny- they would leave here once more and she would go back to pretending as though he didn't exist. He couldn't bring himself to resent this meeting however- she had finally come to him, her little body eager and pliable as he'd moved them through the forest, twirling and stealing kisses at every turn. Her eyes lit up with arousal and he allowed a crooked grin to light up his face, strong fingers sliding the straps from her dress from her shoulders, a soft shudder racing through his body as she was revealed. A low, aroused growl rumbled in his chest as he took another kiss, hands gripping her hips almost desperately as he lifted her, fitting her around his waist and pressing her against-- #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-02-2012 [html] (460) She hadn't known what to expect. On that fated night, everything she'd wrongfully assumed about Saul (and how predictable of a man he could be) had been shamefully exiled to another time and place. While this added to their relationship's excitement, piquing her curiosity at every turn; it also scared her to think that, as much as he'd had enough courage to kiss her, the same courage could be applied to outright rejection. Insecurities were endless but not strong enough to surpass her need for an emotional and physical connection, right then and there. If he decided otherwise, she would understand and take her leave. But given his slow reaction, the premeditated stir in his sleepy trance and the creamy hand that traced its way down to her waist; Lilin knew there wouldn't be much explaining to do in order to redeem herself. The tension in her body mimicked his, escalating dramatically as she too, was seemingly struck with the realization that her buttocks gently pressed against his groin. It had taken very little guidance for the male to redirect her in a way that pleased them both immensely; as subconsciously as it had been done, her acceptance was just as intuitive. There she rested, perhaps a little too stiffly in the encasement that his arms constituted. Minutes ago, the Soulstorm heir had struggled to get air back into her lungs and now, the exact opposite ocurred as she held her breath. The feel of her hair being parted by Saul's muzzle was enough to make her exhale shakily, her breath resounding in the night's silence. Thankfully, he spoke first and brought their already derailing situation back to a more serious note. Although Lilin was not a particularly secretive creature, her personal business rarely found its way to the ears of others. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been questioned, especially if it concerned her whereabouts. It took several moments for her mind to process that Saul, especially after the intimacy they'd shared, was now entitled to know as much. She accepted that, but it didn't make answering his inquiry any easier. Pursing her lips together, painfully aware of how difficult it would be to put her thoughts into words, she allowed a few elusive words to be murmured into the quiet air; as if afraid anyone would overhear. ''Around, I guess,'' she started, knowing well enough Saul would have none of it. ''Salsola for a day.'' With a sigh, her own hand captured his in a tight grip, nearly choking on the words he was truly waiting on. ''I needed time to think about us. We shouldn't be-'' she huffed, flattening her ears and dropping her voice even lower. ''doing these things to each other.'' #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-03-2012 [html]
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He couldn't help but feel the tension in her body, the high set of her shoulders and the stiff way in which she held herself was testament to the anxiety coursing through her. His mind still clouded softly with sleep wanted nothing more than for her to relax against him, for her to accept whatever it was between them, but he knew that wasn't going to happen in a moments notice. What was going on between them was such a foreign land, for both of them, that they were both afraid of what it was. The exhaling of a shaky breath made him smile softly, his nose still buried eagerly into her hair. The hut was silent, an apt representation for their relationship in the past few weeks. Troubled, he allowed his head to rest back on the ground, his outstretched arm curling around to encase her fully. It would be up to her now to answer his softly spoken question, a small jab into the vast expanse that was their relationship at current. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-03-2012 [html] (331) Her muzzle twitched lightly with badly concealed annoyance, hidden away by the shadowy ambiance. Lilin was visibly stung and perplexed by his refutative inquiry. Thankfully though, for both of them, their emotions were permitted to seep through in the obscurity Saul's hut had to offer. "I didn't run." she countered poorly, her tone of voice raising just above her usual murmurs in order to defiantly prove her point. She had needed time to think, away from potential distractions, but running had not once crossed her mind. The conversation moved on before either of them could dwell on the subject and that was a relief in itself. She, however, wasn't too sure if this new direction they were heading in was any better. Saul was far from daft; he knew what she had meant but denial plagued his mind. She'd had time to think things through, to assess right and wrong; advantages and disadvantages. He hadn't, or he simply didn't want to. Debating a point that she agreed with, showing better judgement when her heart pleaded ortherwise was a horrible feeling. "Would you be as lenient if Niernan was courting your sister? What about when Teme comes of age and he starts asking questions?" she retaliated then, easily selecting two examples out of so many scenarios. Surely he understood. It was her turn to wince when the second part of his answer finally sank in; realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. "What feels right? Lust?" she quipped then, one of her main fears resurfacing unintentionally. Was she the cure to his loneliness? They resided in a testosterone filled campground; she was the only distraction. In different circumstances, would he have approached her all the same? No matter how obstinate she might have been at that very moment, Lilin did nothing to stop his tongue from washing over her right ear. She did not push him away, for she feared it would be the last time he would touch her after this conversation. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-03-2012 [html]
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The soft lull of their voices, calming and gentile in the hush of the hut, was a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. She didn't know what he'd come after her, when she'd left for a few days. She didn't realise the utter panic as he'd left the camp, following her trail instinctively and without thought. Her body remained relaxed, although he could almost feel the annoyance around them as he asked her why she ran away. He supposed he could have phrased it better- he had meant why had she hidden from him, avoided him, taken a trip away and not told anyone. Her voice turned petulant, a blatant denial and raised just slightly so that he would understand she meant it. He snorted, a soft rustle of air through his nose. He wasn't laughing at her, but the release of breath through his nose was his way of letting it go. They would not get anywhere tonight if he pursued this argument- not to mention that he didn't want to break the careful serenity surrounding them in that second. He didn't want her to leave him again, didn't want to feel the oppressive weight of something missing, when she was right across the fire from him. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-04-2012 [html] (403) Instant regret washed over her as accusations were thrown about; the pain she'd just inflicted on him was uncalled for and gratuitous. Their predicament made her head reel to the point where his chest pressing against her back became her focal point; her source of comfort. The Soulstorm heir could not have foreseen the brusque movement on his part, his abrupt removal from their serene proximity. Suddenly the night air felt colder against her body and their roles reversed; it was her turn to show signs of dread and agitation. Was he leaving? This became a fear of great magnitude; although she had expected to coax some kind of reaction out of her beau, him releasing her this quickly had not been part of her plan. With timed precision, she followed the fluctuation in his body by rolling onto her back- propping herself up lightly on her elbows and readying herself to protest. ''Where are y-'' she paused immediately, letting the remainder of her words rumble in the back of her throat when his massive body realigned itself on top of hers. She froze as he spoke, his explanation becoming a faint hum in the background. Her foremost preoccupation was the dominance he unabashedly exerted; the way his limbs acted as pillars around her body. Lilin was caged in, anchored in place; and while she did not fear him, her caribbean orbs went wide with bewilderment. The initial shock passed and her brain finally registered the distress controlling his actions, the pained look clouding his glazed irises, and his tone of voice. While his revelation made little sense from a logical standpoint, Lilin understood it this time. She would have struggled just as much to explain if he'd asked. Even now, although he'd taken the first steps and openly shared his feelings, she didn't know how to respond to them. ''I'm sorry,'' she offered genuinely, wanting to soothe the agony she'd created. ''I just needed time to think, I didn't meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry,'' she blurted then, shaking her head miserably before she allowed her own two pools of blue to fill with unshed tears. Both of her arms snaked around his upper body then, resting lightly on his back. It was the only thing she dared to do; hoping it would be enough to provide the little comfort he needed. ''I'll always come back, I promise.'' #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-04-2012 [html]
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Her verbal protests were received and catalogued, a smug part of his brain relishing the fact that she was protesting the move in his body. The larger part was of course raging that she had accused him of being single-minded, as well as being unbelievably frustrated that he couldn't work out what to do with this situation. Her protesting fizzled to silence as his body raised over hers, dominating, encasing them in a bubble of anxiety. He felt her freeze, the tensing of her muscles and her eyes fixing on his, unwilling to move away. It would have been so easy to lean down, capture her mouth with his, kiss her until she forgot her name. But the more logical part of his mind told him firmly that that wasn't a good idea. His words were spoken, anger and fear colouring them and green eyes were glazed with these feelings, on display as always. He'd always had problems with his shockingly expressive expressions and eyes- it was near impossibly to hide things from those who knew him well. And Lilin was beginning to know him better than any. The insecure, passionate man that had been knocked back enough to be completely unsure on how to act in these situations. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-04-2012 [html] (380) Being this close to every inch of his body and not being able to touch him was maddening to the point of physical pain. It was excruciating and it felt as though it would never, ever go away. There was no better example of a greater struggle between mind and body- she'd never experienced anything like it before and it almost made her want to cry out in desperation. His breath ruffled her fur just above her pareo, warm and inviting - it was outright tantalizing and completely unconscious on his part. She'd come to him out of gut instinct; she had no goals, no speech prepared - initially, all she'd wanted to do was to feel his body next to hers. Realization washed over her when his forehead connected with her chest though; on this night, she would forfeit morality and follow her heart. Perhaps, not in a wholly conscious way, she'd known all along. There was no need for an apology; she sincerely had not been vexxed by the authoritative posture he had adopted. In her mind, they were equals and both of them had succumbed to their own emotions. Neither of them were blameworthy. "I wish I knew," she countered distantly, visibly lost deep in thought. What could they do? Pretend their relationship was normal and live a lie? Meet up like this every night and hide it from the rest of the world? His slight shift in position brought her out of it just in time to accept his gentle caress; almost immediately, she had caved in and pressed her cheek against his palm. It might not have been much from an outsider's point of view, but it certainly meant the world to her. "I'm not going anywhere. Let's take it one day at a time." she concluded, hoping it would reassure him and tame whatever insecurities preying upon him. While he had the upper hand in his current domineering position, the entirety of his weight rested solely on his one arm and that gave the two-toned femme enough initiative to finally apply a slight pressure on the small of his back, anything that would bring him down to her level - anything to feel his body melt against hers. "I'm here right now. Lie with me." #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-04-2012 [html]
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His body fought hard against his mind, the need to touch her, to cover her body with his own losing to the thoughts that he might hurt her, that he might make her feel trapped. He remembered their passionate kiss, the press of her body against his and the desperate way in which they kissed. He remembered her retreat, the shock in her eyes and he thought that perhaps it was because she'd felt trapped by the intensity with which he kissed her. Hovering over her body now was torturous for both of them- his legs were thrumming with the strain of keeping his weight even and balanced so that he wouldn't fall on her. Green eyes were soft though, a tentative smile quirking his lips as he looked down at her, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, cushioning, framing. Her mouth parted, her words distant and it was clear she was deep in thought. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-04-2012 [html] (484) They had reached an understanding, finally. Although they hadn’t specifically produced an arrangement; their feelings for one another were evident, out in the open, and clear as day. Even that brought about its fair share of confusion; were they a couple or simply lovers? Little details as such would eventually surface but she would deal with them when the time came. Nitpicking at every little thing could ruin their poise and given the fact that they’d just made significant process, Lilin was simply content knowing they were on the same page. The feel of his fingers combing through her hair acted as a numbing agent, contributing to the drowsiness settling over her and ultimately, causing her eyelids to droop every so often. The dulling sensation amplified whenever his fingers made it to the back of her ears only to provide the opposite effect when tracing down her neck; leaving tiny sparks in their wake. Her desires became his passion and her needs were all he cared about. Her beau’s actions followed her guiding hand, adjusting his body to a less strenuous position. As he slowly lowered himself to her, Lilin did not remain inert; one of her legs found an opening and slipped in between both of his- aiming to recreate a more natural embrace and consequently alleviate the amount of stretching done on his part. She didn’t know whether to comment on his attentiveness or not; it was sweet in nature, something she wasn’t quite accustomed to in her everyday life. Saul treated her like a delicate piece of china, as if expecting her to break at any given moment. There were significant physical differences between the two lovers but she could handle the extra weight. “You think too much,” she chastised light-heartedly, although it was her inwardly struggling to keep calm after becoming vaguely aware that the fabric of her beach pareo had ridden up her thighs from their change in position. It was still there to provide some sort of barrier but it was resting a good few centimeters or so higher than it had previously been, and she could only hope it wouldn’t be as evident to him as it was to her. Their hip-to-hip proximity heightened his curves; that fact alone, paired with his instant groan, was enough to trigger a feverish degree of pleasure. He didn’t have to tell her how good it felt; the way her fingers dug into his shoulders was proof enough. She nodded regardless, to provide him with at least some sort of acquiescence whilst momentarily at a loss of words. It took every bit of self-control to stop herself from bucking her hips; yearning for so much more, not completely understanding why she couldn’t feel sated no matter how close they got. “How far did you follow me?” she murmured finally, giving the side of his face a gentle nudge with the tip of her nose. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-05-2012 [html]
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While is was correct that they hadn't verbally labelled whatever it was between them, Saul knew that they were on the same page. They both understood that this relationship was something that would take time to come to terms with, to make up in their minds that it really didn't matter if they shared ancestors. A small part of Saul already accepted that there was nothing he could do about the feelings he had for her, while a larger part still wrestled with the implications of what they were doing. At this very moment in time, they understood each other in an instinctual way, and no words needed to be passed between them to try and define anything in this moment. They simply were, and Saul revelled in the feeling of just being with her, of laying on top of her, feeling her body beneath his. He couldn't help the soft hum of pleasure from his lips as she shifted her body with his. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-08-2012 [html] (400) There was peace and comfort in the midst of immorality. It was hard to tell what time it was but Lilin could only assume their time together was steadily coming to an end; soon, the first rays of sunlight would undoubtedly rouse the children from their slumber and Temeraire would likely seek his father out. She couldn't risk being there when that moment came, although she wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep in his comforting embrace; the one place where she felt invincible. Her eyelids drooped with wishful thinking and surely enough, she found herself mulling over a time where they wouldn't have to hide any longer. It was his suggestion, soft and full of mischief, that extracted a weary smile from her lips. Providing him with an answer was best avoided in this situation, knowing that neither of them would voluntarily stop once they crossed that line. ''Saul, spend a night with me,'' she offered then, her statement filled with binding promises. They could find a sacred haven; a place where they wouldn't have to conceal their attraction; where the shackles of shame would not bind them any longer. He spoke of his recent adventure then, mentioning his former pack's tragic fate and a new mother's collaboration in a hunt. She retracted from their embrace then; removing the tension from her neck by resting the back of her head against the bedding. Mediterranean blue irises sought the emerald within his eyes for signs of chagrin or distress, hoping the news hadn't affected him too roughly. ''No regrets, right?'' she questioned tentatively, reffering to his early departure from Ichika. Her hands left his upper back and slid along his arms, lightly resting on his biceps as she listened to the rest of his story. ''How many houses are there? Enough for all of us?'' It would do Niernan good to have his own place, perhaps. Bran wasn't the easiest wolf to cohabit with; mainly due to his awful snoring habits. She did her best to conceive what the shelters looked like, being partially burrowed in the ground as they were. She'd never seen such a thing. It pleased her to know they had withstood many winters and aside from some enhancements here at there (nothing Saul couldn't handle), their family could make it through the cold months without struggling as much they had anticipated. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-09-2012 [html]
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Their meeting had turned from a bittersweet reunion, to battling their demons, to this sweet exchange of words that caused a heavy glow to warm his belly. Although laying on top of Lilin was something he fantasised about, it was a little strange just lieing on her. Of course, he wasn't going to move away from her, his skin tingled just being this close against her. They were close and he relished this feeling of being with her, even if they were more confused about what was going on between them than ever. His fingers couldn't help their gentle caress of her cheek, diving into her hair, rubbing along her jaw. She was irresistable, especially when she had fitted herself to eagerly against him. He could see her eyelids drooping softly and he smiled softly down at her. He didn't think about his son, or the sun brightening the first bits of dawn. He did however notice her words, spoken with the heavy weight of promise that kicked his heart into gear. I'd like to spend many nights with you Lilin... but I guess I can settle for one for now. I'll find somewhere, away from all of this, for us. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 05-10-2012 [html] (311) A familiar rush of anticipation was triggered by Saul's acceptance of her request; a simple nod would have sufficed but he went far beyond her expectations. Not only did he desire her companionship as much as she desired his; her longing was countered with a promise of his own. She had no reason to doubt his word - he would indeed find the perfect Eden, this she knew. Her nose pressed against his in return, already losing herself in the future moment they would share together. Lilin was definitely overthinking all of it; her mind was running rampant and she could only thank the Gods that her beau wasn't a mindreader. ''I can hardly wait,'' she admitted coyly, a hint of badly-concealed excitement lacing her tone. The Soulstorm heir cringed subconsciously as Saul shifted with her, momentarily taking back the warmth he'd provided until now. She had overindulged in his presence and their brief absence of concrete connection had prompted her to push back against him, urging him to take her into his arms once again. Her insistence came without restrictions this time; she felt confident in her actions, finding comfort in knowing that Saul would treat her like his queen if given the chance. ''I'm glad you did leave,'' she murmured then, in response to his fervent answer. Her head tilted back in his direction, countering his nuzzle with an amorous lick of his chin; a testament and indirect reply to his concerns. ''Saul, I would follow you anywhere. You should take us there,'' she replied, almost meekly, hoping he would catch the sincerity in her voice. There was little left to be said after that. She remained in his arms, basking in her last moments of pure joy as faint light began to pour inside; infiltrating their den through the deer skin composing the makeshift door. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 05-10-2012 [html]
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Thinking about it, the press of her body against his was divine and his skin thanked him silently for their connection. After two weeks of not holding her, feeling just a small part of her even just touching her elbow, the full on touching that they shared now was absolute bliss. He found himself glancing towards the door, nose scrunched in a silent scowl as if to threaten to dawn light seeping in. Soon, they would all be awake and if Lilin was discovered in his hut, curled tightly against him, it would throw everything out in the open. He understood that they both weren't ready for that- to answer to anyone else because they couldn't yet answer each other, or define what was happening. Her voice came, slinking into their silence with coyness and Saul chucked softly. She was completely serious, despite the lilt to her tone and Saul groaned softly, a noise that was anticipation mingled with the frustration with not being able to escape now, away from everything. Well, you're just going to have to my Lili. He murmured against her skin, voice still laced with promise. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |