09-29-2010, 09:58 AM
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*bouncebouncebounce!* Slight PP because I thought it'd be cute. XP
WC: 716
It's strange how some cliches can be so true. Bris had always read that sparks should fly with a girl's first kiss, and she could swear she felt them now. The world around the pair melted away as surely as Bris melted into the kiss. The sparks that flew from the kiss ignited a fire in the Stormbringer's soul, and she reveled in its warmth and comfort. Growing up around the loving relationship of Kol and Elliot, Bris had seen plenty of different kinds of kisses. There were the playful pecks, the sincere and soft reminders of their love, the fiery desperation of passion. Yet Bris had never seen anyone go through their very first kiss. She'd read about it plenty of times, of course, but was it really all that was described?
Bris could say for certain now that it was all it was made out to be and more. She wanted it to last forever, to remain in Conor's strong arms for the rest of her life. One hand held onto one of the male's arms, the other reaching up to caress his cheek gently. And eternity passed in a single moment, and the white woman was happy to let it stretch as long as possible. Colors seemed to dance across her closed eyelids, drifting on the warm wind blowing through her from the fire of the kiss. Conor's bold move had been one Bris had never expected, yet she had hoped for a glimmer of it for a long time. Every time they'd spent time together, she'd felt the connection between them. Yet she'd been determined to let Conor make the moves, to let him direct whichever way he wanted the two of them to go. If he'd not been the slightest bit interested in a childhood outcast like her, Bris would have let things be. Conor's happiness meant the world to the Stormbringer, and she'd be anything he wanted her to be without changing who she was.
It was with a great reluctance that the kiss was finally broken. For a moment, she didn't dare to move, just remaining close to Conor and breathing him in. The fire he'd lit within her raged to be set free, to consume the two of them in its passionate embrace, but Bris held back. She knew it had taken forever for Conor to take even this first step, and she wasn't about to try and push him any farther. The two wolves were dancing along a tightrope, and Bris had let Conor take the lead. One slip by the woman and the tenuous balance would be shattered, sending the pair careening to the ground in a tragic, painful plummet.
Opening her eyes, Bris smiled up at the male who'd so completely captured her heart. She was torn, one part of her wanting to break away and run before the fire pushed her to take things farther, the other part wanting nothing more than the stay in Conor's arms for the rest of the night. As her mismatched eyes took in the male's face, they became a bit clearer. The moonlight streaming through the window revealed the exhaustion on Conor's face. Reluctantly, the woman finally spoke, her voice a warm, loving whisper. "You really should get some sleep, you look exhausted." Still smiling that glowing smile, Bris stretched up to give the male a light kiss on the nose, unwrapping herself from him at the same time. Before she turned to pick up her discarded book and make her way back upstairs, she took a moment to place a gentle hand to his cheek. "I meant what I said, Conor. And no matter what happens after tonight, it won't ever change. Just know that." The Stormbringer knew there was a chance that things may simply revert to the close friendship the pair had had until tonight, and though the thought saddened her a bit, she was surprisingly ok with that. Conor would lead the way, and Bris would follow whatever direction he decided to take.
Still smiling softly, and not needing a reply, the white woman hugged her formerly discarded book to her chest and walked silently out into the darkened hallway and up the old stairs. Sometimes a nightmare can bring about the perfect dream.
Table by Vero!
WC: 716
It's strange how some cliches can be so true. Bris had always read that sparks should fly with a girl's first kiss, and she could swear she felt them now. The world around the pair melted away as surely as Bris melted into the kiss. The sparks that flew from the kiss ignited a fire in the Stormbringer's soul, and she reveled in its warmth and comfort. Growing up around the loving relationship of Kol and Elliot, Bris had seen plenty of different kinds of kisses. There were the playful pecks, the sincere and soft reminders of their love, the fiery desperation of passion. Yet Bris had never seen anyone go through their very first kiss. She'd read about it plenty of times, of course, but was it really all that was described?
Bris could say for certain now that it was all it was made out to be and more. She wanted it to last forever, to remain in Conor's strong arms for the rest of her life. One hand held onto one of the male's arms, the other reaching up to caress his cheek gently. And eternity passed in a single moment, and the white woman was happy to let it stretch as long as possible. Colors seemed to dance across her closed eyelids, drifting on the warm wind blowing through her from the fire of the kiss. Conor's bold move had been one Bris had never expected, yet she had hoped for a glimmer of it for a long time. Every time they'd spent time together, she'd felt the connection between them. Yet she'd been determined to let Conor make the moves, to let him direct whichever way he wanted the two of them to go. If he'd not been the slightest bit interested in a childhood outcast like her, Bris would have let things be. Conor's happiness meant the world to the Stormbringer, and she'd be anything he wanted her to be without changing who she was.
It was with a great reluctance that the kiss was finally broken. For a moment, she didn't dare to move, just remaining close to Conor and breathing him in. The fire he'd lit within her raged to be set free, to consume the two of them in its passionate embrace, but Bris held back. She knew it had taken forever for Conor to take even this first step, and she wasn't about to try and push him any farther. The two wolves were dancing along a tightrope, and Bris had let Conor take the lead. One slip by the woman and the tenuous balance would be shattered, sending the pair careening to the ground in a tragic, painful plummet.
Opening her eyes, Bris smiled up at the male who'd so completely captured her heart. She was torn, one part of her wanting to break away and run before the fire pushed her to take things farther, the other part wanting nothing more than the stay in Conor's arms for the rest of the night. As her mismatched eyes took in the male's face, they became a bit clearer. The moonlight streaming through the window revealed the exhaustion on Conor's face. Reluctantly, the woman finally spoke, her voice a warm, loving whisper. "You really should get some sleep, you look exhausted." Still smiling that glowing smile, Bris stretched up to give the male a light kiss on the nose, unwrapping herself from him at the same time. Before she turned to pick up her discarded book and make her way back upstairs, she took a moment to place a gentle hand to his cheek. "I meant what I said, Conor. And no matter what happens after tonight, it won't ever change. Just know that." The Stormbringer knew there was a chance that things may simply revert to the close friendship the pair had had until tonight, and though the thought saddened her a bit, she was surprisingly ok with that. Conor would lead the way, and Bris would follow whatever direction he decided to take.
Still smiling softly, and not needing a reply, the white woman hugged her formerly discarded book to her chest and walked silently out into the darkened hallway and up the old stairs. Sometimes a nightmare can bring about the perfect dream.
Table by Vero!