05-14-2010, 05:34 AM
Quick reply whilst at work, 
WC - 544. Hope it's not too crap, lol. My workmates are harrassing me xD
Her eyes glistened; there was a strange sense of comfort in the air around them. It was odd how one day she was this heartless blank canvass of no emotion, and now, in the presence of this Inferni male, she was a completely different being. Her mind was spinning, the vertigo caused by hormones making her stomach turn and her intestines knot – it was weird how this feeling had such a beautiful name, yet felt so disturbing. Her body felt like it was floating, as though the wind would pick her up and carry her away; something, which if it were possible, would not be wanted. She wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of time, or at least, consider staying with Snake anyway.
With her ebony eyelids sliced across malachite eyes, she could picture his face in her mind. His smooth coyote features, and his tanned pelt brushing away any paranoia or insecurities she once harboured in this dark cave of distant memories and voices of her inner self. This was one of those Jekyll and Hyde moments, and luckily for her – and perhaps Snake as well – she was just herself.
Breathing heavily, the musk of possible sex in the air, she smiled to herself. His lips linked with hers once more, tingling and caressing her nerves in her face; it was a wonderful feeling and it was more addictive than any drug she had ever tasted. What was it about this male that made her like this? Was it his hard soldier exterior or the challenge of breaking his shell and seeing into his soul? Either way, her intentions were good, although perhaps a little sordid. She didn’t mind, however; she would quite happily give herself away to him – time, and time again.
With his arms around her, the world went quiet. The roar of the ocean disappeared, the cold wind blew but there was no chill. His warmth calmed her nerves and her muscles relaxed. Lucia was placid – a rarity in itself. He was really a God. It had to be true. As he pulled away from the kisses they shared, her eyes peeled open – difficult, and challenging. She wanted to stay in her dream; it was heaven. Staring blankly, her eyes glazed and a small smile atop her obsidian maw, the silence was tainted by their breaths. She was confused. Why did he stop? Parting her maw to speak, his words cut her tongue and her ears flinched slightly. The tone he used was rough, stained by the hormones, which plagued his mind as much as hers. His small smile offered mild comfort, the realisation he would not end it here sunk in slowly and she calmed herself again. Paranoia was a bitch.
Their lips connected once more, though this one was different. Passionate, wanting. There was definite motive in his stance; she had no problem with that whatsoever. Smiling to herself, as they shared another moment, her body tingled. She shivered excitedly, the apprehension and nerves of what was to come overtook; she moaned to herself, his lips trailing down her neckline. His Hand over her thigh. She wanted him to take it further, and she waited. “I do know,” she breathed, “and I think it’s perfect…”
WC - 544. Hope it's not too crap, lol. My workmates are harrassing me xDHer eyes glistened; there was a strange sense of comfort in the air around them. It was odd how one day she was this heartless blank canvass of no emotion, and now, in the presence of this Inferni male, she was a completely different being. Her mind was spinning, the vertigo caused by hormones making her stomach turn and her intestines knot – it was weird how this feeling had such a beautiful name, yet felt so disturbing. Her body felt like it was floating, as though the wind would pick her up and carry her away; something, which if it were possible, would not be wanted. She wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of time, or at least, consider staying with Snake anyway.
With her ebony eyelids sliced across malachite eyes, she could picture his face in her mind. His smooth coyote features, and his tanned pelt brushing away any paranoia or insecurities she once harboured in this dark cave of distant memories and voices of her inner self. This was one of those Jekyll and Hyde moments, and luckily for her – and perhaps Snake as well – she was just herself.
Breathing heavily, the musk of possible sex in the air, she smiled to herself. His lips linked with hers once more, tingling and caressing her nerves in her face; it was a wonderful feeling and it was more addictive than any drug she had ever tasted. What was it about this male that made her like this? Was it his hard soldier exterior or the challenge of breaking his shell and seeing into his soul? Either way, her intentions were good, although perhaps a little sordid. She didn’t mind, however; she would quite happily give herself away to him – time, and time again.
With his arms around her, the world went quiet. The roar of the ocean disappeared, the cold wind blew but there was no chill. His warmth calmed her nerves and her muscles relaxed. Lucia was placid – a rarity in itself. He was really a God. It had to be true. As he pulled away from the kisses they shared, her eyes peeled open – difficult, and challenging. She wanted to stay in her dream; it was heaven. Staring blankly, her eyes glazed and a small smile atop her obsidian maw, the silence was tainted by their breaths. She was confused. Why did he stop? Parting her maw to speak, his words cut her tongue and her ears flinched slightly. The tone he used was rough, stained by the hormones, which plagued his mind as much as hers. His small smile offered mild comfort, the realisation he would not end it here sunk in slowly and she calmed herself again. Paranoia was a bitch.
Their lips connected once more, though this one was different. Passionate, wanting. There was definite motive in his stance; she had no problem with that whatsoever. Smiling to herself, as they shared another moment, her body tingled. She shivered excitedly, the apprehension and nerves of what was to come overtook; she moaned to herself, his lips trailing down her neckline. His Hand over her thigh. She wanted him to take it further, and she waited. “I do know,” she breathed, “and I think it’s perfect…”