08-04-2008, 07:03 PM
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Time had taught Poe that everyone had to live only for themselves when it came down to the wire. Not that it meant there was any reason to be antisocial, neglectful, or anything less than fully appreciative of good company--there was just no reason to rely on anyone else for your own wellbeing, emotionally or physically. It was the lone wolf traveller's mentality, the life lesson of an unreliable, but not unpleasant family scheme. Enjoy life to it's fullest, for there is much to be enjoyed, but don't hold onto anything, for it is just as likely to throw you to the ground as it is to throw you into a fanciful twirl. Bittersweet, it kept her dancing on her toes in a shifting crowd of brilliant and passionate dancers, but she never believed put her full weight into their arms, or believed whispered words of promise. Not until this night, this dream, this dead man with burning-blue eyes and strong, gentle arms that were already holding her body up. The promise that couldn't, shouldn't really be kept was a rusty hook to bite onto, but she did this time. Just this one time, she let it catch her. His hands moved up her arms and down her torso, leaving trails of goosebumps under her inky fur and warming the skin that awaited. She stretched out her spine, lengthening the contact of their torsos to molding and moving together while hands searched and tongues explored. A swell of thoughts and unrequited hopes from the past poured across her mind, released from some dark corner in the back, only to be quickly washed away by the growing anticipation on the moment. With hands exploring the subtleties of form that could only be discovered by roving hands, along muscles, vertebrae and soft flesh, Hollow found her collar bone and Poe pushed her fingertips along knotted back muscles, only to abruptly pull apart. Her body was still singing when he dropped his hands along her sides, and she could only stare at him with a sort of mid-air anticipation and vague concern. He uttered her name, and it took her a moment to try wrapping her head around logic and words, all too easily swept right off her feet (and not so unoften, right onto her back) by heartbeats and heavy hands. "Hollow," she breathed, anchoring her eyes within the arctic ocean of his, while her hands slid to hold firmly to his shoulders, grounding their overlapping frames. She had no words for him, nothing that could rightly explain her utter certainty, built up over two years of seeded want and a growing need for his presence that she kept bound and controlled under normal circumstances. So she held his gaze firmly, trustingly, adoringly, and kissed him again. Softly and soothingly at first, then building until she used the weight of her torso and the guide of her hands to push him on his back.  | ||