[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 01:47 PM

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This was a failing attempt, but he would rest assured that a small spot on her leg would not freeze while his palm brushed against the lovely blushed area. It was strange to touch another, turning from his own freedom. Ripples of warm water ran in under his skin and encouraged the flawed child to maintain this movement, offering a slight variation by adjusting to drawing bold circles with the index of his light blonde hand. The young one had never found the courage to touch his queen—his confidence in her presence was a fragile butterfly without its lovely hues, but he could, with the seed of a smile spilling onto his lips, imagine her pale white feel this way. It did not send him face first into clouds, but he did regret that he had not listened intently enough to her former words. Perhaps she knew that he would draw pleasure from this, even if the pillars of his personality rejected physical contact.

It took a moment for the youth to recall that there was likely to be a chain of events present now as he had decided on taking the warming up part a small step forward. Cherry wandered up to the face with the pretty eyes, deeply intrigued as her gaze, for a moment, reminded him of a deep pool. It did not scare him, but made him wonder what was hidden in their depths. He watched her watch him watch her, though currently daring enough to exclude his bewilderment, finally. He supposed it was some kind of acceptance, but it really wasn’t. The small ember was already well on its way of reaching higher as it slowly—secretly spread its flames. Inferni brought their young up differently, and Itachi was unfamiliar with the levels of affections that could rise up between two creatures of the same species. A child watched and learned those around him, but there had been no one to display carnal attraction in his presence.

It was his body that attempted to nudge him in the right direction, but the boy was too young to have a proper understanding of what was going on here. Though, once he had found something he liked, he did not like turning his back on it. The depths of her eyes could have told him to stop, but he could not see dislike nor rejection dance alight within her lovely cerulean. Perhaps he could recognize her eyes, for there was the possibility that his own burgundy held a similar expression. When had she moved? Her hand settled on a shoulder showered with gold, and later he would think it was odd that a creature complaining about the cold could hold such fierce warmth in her touch. Crimson broke from their quiet fixation on her face to travel to the things that were happening. The changes seemed too crucial to him even though they were simple movements that brought touch.

The prince could have reeled from it all with the usual bewilderment, but why? He was captivated; hexed by the fairy tale princess and her sweet face. It was what he had wanted all along, to have her ear. The boy forgot to be hesitant, and was curious to see how he could investigate this further. Her fingers had the ability to creep under his skin, though the pleasant sensation seemed to multiply inside. It danced along his chest and down his spine, tied his stomach into a hard knot of undiscovered riches. It was lovely to revel in the mocking sky blue of her optics. Fingers abandoned their silly circling on her leg as he turned his body as well. They sought new shores, and lifted to draw invisible lines through silver and mahogany to discover the range of the lovely heat he sought. The young male’s coordinating skills remained poor, but he was grasping the idea now, slowly discovering that there was something he was supposed to discover.

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