05-27-2010, 04:27 AM
Your post was better than okay—this 4AM post, on the other hand, rrgh.
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She certainly had something to be prideful of. She had somehow managed to entice Snake—a trained soldier supposed to be on alert in the middle of a war, emotionally devoid (if not backward), and oftentimes ignorant—into such a situation. It was something that he would not have expected or anticipated; hell, he probably would have labeled it as impossible as things were now. But there was something about Lucia that had broken through each of these aspects. He would not be able to list specifics of how he believed she did this, but in the end he supposed that it was not that important. What was important was that she had somehow made an non-desiring Snake want her more than anything else, a stoic creature flush with overpowering ecstasy. It was all certainly something that no one else previously could claim to have done.
Though her thoughts might be many of number and type, Snake's mind seemed to have grown even quieter than it usually was—enough to where his silent reply to her words sounded like thunder: Don't have to say anything at all. No, higher thought process was overridden by instincts and hormones, brought on even more by the intoxicating scent of pheromones in the air, the soft moan of her voice, the curving of her legs about his, the trailing of her hands down his back, coming to rest on his haunches. Her grip there, the heat that spread across his face as she kissed his cheek—it grew steadily to be more than enough. She did not need to say anything here either; there was enough of a roar and clamor in his own mind, rising over the noise of the waves.
It had all been enough, and after a momentary focus of abandoning whatever reserves that might have lingered until now, Snake could resist the urges of his flesh no longer. With little subtlety and at long last he entered her body, initially overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure that the sensation elicited only to realize that it was its own addiction within itself. His own grip tightening without his conscious notice, his hips ground into hers before he reversed the arch of his movement, drawing out only to push in further towards her core. Now each movement only made him want to go faster, deeper, and to work toward the peak that was as inevitable as the rumble of thunder after the flash of lightning.
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She certainly had something to be prideful of. She had somehow managed to entice Snake—a trained soldier supposed to be on alert in the middle of a war, emotionally devoid (if not backward), and oftentimes ignorant—into such a situation. It was something that he would not have expected or anticipated; hell, he probably would have labeled it as impossible as things were now. But there was something about Lucia that had broken through each of these aspects. He would not be able to list specifics of how he believed she did this, but in the end he supposed that it was not that important. What was important was that she had somehow made an non-desiring Snake want her more than anything else, a stoic creature flush with overpowering ecstasy. It was all certainly something that no one else previously could claim to have done.
Though her thoughts might be many of number and type, Snake's mind seemed to have grown even quieter than it usually was—enough to where his silent reply to her words sounded like thunder: Don't have to say anything at all. No, higher thought process was overridden by instincts and hormones, brought on even more by the intoxicating scent of pheromones in the air, the soft moan of her voice, the curving of her legs about his, the trailing of her hands down his back, coming to rest on his haunches. Her grip there, the heat that spread across his face as she kissed his cheek—it grew steadily to be more than enough. She did not need to say anything here either; there was enough of a roar and clamor in his own mind, rising over the noise of the waves.
It had all been enough, and after a momentary focus of abandoning whatever reserves that might have lingered until now, Snake could resist the urges of his flesh no longer. With little subtlety and at long last he entered her body, initially overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure that the sensation elicited only to realize that it was its own addiction within itself. His own grip tightening without his conscious notice, his hips ground into hers before he reversed the arch of his movement, drawing out only to push in further towards her core. Now each movement only made him want to go faster, deeper, and to work toward the peak that was as inevitable as the rumble of thunder after the flash of lightning.