[M] I can only tell you what it feels like

Anatoliy Russo · 09-18-2010, 09:20 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, ~~graphic violence, or extremely offensive~~ material starting with the 16th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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That occurence in the woods motivated him like no other. Anatoliy could not believe how clearer it was now, as though he had been totally blind at some point. It astounded him though he had no idea how to put it to words. At least, though, he had words to give, that had to be said. Promptly, he had left the Ethereal Eclipse, more at peace with himself than he had been earlier. Even if his entire body was mildly sore, for no real reason, and his face ached where Niro's fangs had dragged through the flesh, the Russo wanted to do what he was planning to do. Arm bandaged and face cut up, he still wanted to come before the golden woman. He would not present the kind of air he would have liked, but would it matter in the end?

It had grown dark since he had returned to the borders. Stars dotted the clear night sky even though the lighter blue and reds of the sun setting still washed the horizon. Anxiously, the Russo approached the house that he had helped to build - not alone of course. He occasionally reached for his face, wondering how the cut looked across his face and if Anann would wonder where he got it from. He had hoped to avoid the subject all together, since he had acted nothing like himself with Niro. One day, he would talk to the man and profusely apologize, but he was still angry.

"Anann?" asked the Russian wolf in a hushed voice, peering at the cabin's entrance but not daring to go in uninvited. "Are you here?" If she were not, maybe he would sit against the log wall and wait for her, even if he fell asleep. That seemed right. It did, right?

Anann Kelevra · 09-18-2010, 10:29 PM

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Per typical Anann, when her mind and emotions were troubled, it was the body she took her frustrations out on. Putting new vigor into her training, which had went from a simply morning routine to something that spanned across the day. Making a noticeable difference in the her already fit body, perfectly toned muscle while still maintaining a pleasing, feminine curves. Her hands and chest were both wrapped in wide leather straps as she sat with her back against the wide tree trunk. The leather punching bag she had been abusing hung from a nearby limb. The ground beneath it was bare of grass. Worn away from the many sessions she had with the bag. Though no matter how many rounds she went, she still had not gained any clarity at all.

She had not seen him in weeks, save for the hunt that had lead to Niro's injury. Yet the Russian man still plaqued her thoughts. She was beginning to understand her own wants and desires. He, however, was had sent her mixed signals and in combination with his apparent absences in her life as late told her he apparently wanted little to do with her at this point and that it had only been the alcohol that had made him utter sweet words and his soft touches. She sighed heavily, a bound hand reaching up to pick at strand of her curling mane. She had let grow a bit long between cuttings, even contemplating letting it grow out. Thinking perhaps if she were a little more feminine...

His approach had went unnoticed as she sat, her mind swimming in thoughts. At first. Eventually the sound of foot falls cut into her consciousness and the woman peered around the tree to see the tall brunette approaching her home. Her stomach flopped and her heart seemed to jump to her throat. She sat rooted in place for several moments, even after she heard his hushed voice, unable to make out the words. When she felt she could wait no longer she stood, brushing the debris from her pelt. Her pace was slow as she walked towards the cabin. Conflicting thoughts and emotions keep her face rather neutral. Anger that he had the nerve to show up now, after so much time had passed. Yet, happy that he had, even if she refused to admit at the moment that she had missed him. "Hi, Anatoliy." She came no closer to him than three paces, her old walls back in place. Walls he had never seen before.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-18-2010, 10:54 PM

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"Hello, Anann." Anatoliy returned the greeting, though he noticed that she was not smiling at him as she usually did when he had seen her in the past. He could not blame her, he had been rather fickle with her. No wonder she could not curve her lips upwards for him. She could not know that it would have warmed his heart if she had met him with a grin, but really, he could not blame her or be angry with her for not being able to. She was probably annoyed as hell at him for not talking to her about things, the way he ought to have. Maybe, if he explained things? But what could he say? How could he say them?

Absentmindedly touching his face, the Russo looked at the golden woman. She was still as pretty as ever, but then again she never looked anything else to him of late. "I vanted... to apologize," he said plainly. There was so much more to say but he could not know how she would react. Maybe she would react like he did when Niro told him what he had done to drive Liliya away. "I should not have left you zhat night, but I vas confused." All true, though still vague enough that Anann could not take them for anything significant. "Much has happened since ve last spoke..," he muttered, eyes falling to the ground as he could not look at her with ease. God, he was feeling so guilty.

Anann Kelevra · 09-19-2010, 12:00 AM

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Helpless. There was nothing Anann hated more than to feel helpless. It was not in her nature, not something she knew how to coupe with. Fearless and calm in battle and yet if felt as if she were trembling before this man. She had so few defenses against him. She could not even bring herself to look him in the eye. Afraid he might see the weakness in her trembling heart. So she had yet to see the lines on his face or the significances of his wrapped arm.

Slowly, Anann began to unwrap her hands as Anatoliy began to speak. Giving her eyes something else to focus on, a rhythm to base her breathing on and to keep her calm and the emotionless mask in place. His words inspired little hope and she was prepared for the worst. She was feeling more and more sure that there was obviously someone else. "Go on." There might have been a slight edge of anger in her tone. She was hated feeling helpless, and right now she hated him as well as herself for the fact she felt this way at all. It took all herself control to keep the moisture from welling in her eyes. Rolling up the strip of leather before unbinding the her other hand.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-19-2010, 12:26 AM

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He wanted to tell her exactly what he had been confused about, but he did not, not yet. It was not right to just say something like that right now in an unprovoked instant. Instead, he let go of his arm and let his hands slip into his jean pockets. Oddly enough, this was the same pair of pants he had worn when they had gone fishing. Obviously, the Russo had washed them since there was no salt residue on it. "Liliya is gone," he announced, wondering if Anann had known that his sister had left the kingdom and probably the area entirely. It was still a sore spot for him, even though it had been a little while. Still, one never forgets when a sibling abandons them without a word. Until he saw her again, it probably would still be a sore spot for the man.

"And I asked Niro if he knew anyzhing," he added, voice turning bitter at the memory. Anatoliy looked to the side, the part of his face with the cut and nicked ear showing for the woman to see if she looked up at him. "He is zhe reason she left us." His words were harsh and angry, uncommon for him. But then again, anything other being placid was uncommon for the Russo. "We had a... talk." Again, his uninjured hand went to his bandaged arm, skin underneath it tight as it healed.

Anann Kelevra · 09-19-2010, 08:42 PM

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Anger, now there was an emotion she could use. It was not a burning, raging emotion. No, it was more akin to something frigid and calm. She held on to it, finding it far more comforting the the feelings of helplessness. It would block out the other emotions that stirred, those more closely tied to the heart. As Toliy began to speak though, she found it pulling from her grasp. She had not known of Liliya's departure. Anann knew it must be difficult for Anatoliy, as family oriented as his life seemed to be. She wanted to offer some words of comfort, but none came to her. Leaving her speechless rather than risking saying the wrong thing. Her eyes finally coming to met his, she was unable to the hold her gaze there long, but it never completely left him. The few steps between them starting to seem so much farther and the urge to cross it grew, as did the knotting sensation at her core. The anger she struggled to hold on to fading beyond her grasp.

As his face turned, looking away from her the recent injuries to face caught her attention. Her brows furrowing in confusion and mild concern. They were nothing serious, though evident proof of a fight sure enough. His next words left little question of their origin. "A talk? Just how quickly did words give way to tooth and nail?" Understanding all to well what must have taken place. She gave her head a disapproving shake. "He was already injured Anatoliy..." She sighed, she was not his mother and there was no need for her to lecture him like a child. Besides, thanks to her own brothers she was somewhat understanding. "I know though, what a brother is willing to do for his sister. But did you ever stop to think it was not Niro's fault at all." It was all to easy to assume he had jumped to conclusions. "Perhaps, she too was confused and so she too ran. Not at all unlike another Russo I know." The words were bitter and like her stare directed at the man in front of her, awaiting his response, if he had one to give.

It was unlike her to speak such things out of anger, having learned that such they were generally regretted once tempers had calmed. "Perhaps she simply needed to find herself." She offered, hoping it might bring Anatoliy some comfort as far as his sister's situation. "It can be hard for a girl to become a woman while in her brother's shadow." The harshness gone from her words, finding that despite the anger she wished she would feel there was only nervousness in what still needed to be said. She could not forget that she must prepare for the worst. She could not let him see how easy he might crumple her heart. She could not show weakness.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-19-2010, 09:32 PM

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Eyes stinging a bit at the tone of disapproval, the Russo rubbed at the eye on his uninjured side. He did not want a reprimand from Anann, even though he fully deserved one from everyone he knew. "Very quickly," he admitted, remember easily how fast it took Niro to confess. "He slept vith her and now... I cannot protect my sister if she vould ever need it." To him, Niro was at fault for his actions and nothing was going to change that assumption now. If the two of them had not slept together, they surely would not have had a tiff or whatever it was that had happened to cause Liliya to leave. "She..," he started, voice cracking a little bit. "...just left us a note and no vord. Just gone. Like zhat."

"But she had more freedom zhen she vould have in Russia had she stayed zhere. Zhere, all zhe family vould vatch like hawks," That was just the honest truth. Anatoliy winced as Anann gave another truth; both siblings had vanished from their interests without a backward glance. Guilty, the Russo looked up at the woman at her words. The two situations did really seem similar, didn't they? But Liliya had taken off completely. Was not Anatoliy still here, standing before the very woman he had run from? But her words were more angry and bitter than Niro's had. Though maybe that was because he had not abandoned her and was coming back with apologies. It was not the best of returns, but at least he was here, yeah? "I know he vas injured, but I vas so angry zhat I was illogical. To say zhe least."

Now the Russo looked the woman square in the eye, or trying to meet them. "Zhat was not zhe only zhing zhat vas on my mind, zhough," he added, closing the distance between them and taking up one of her hands in both of his. "I am very sorry for vhat I did, Anann."

Anann Kelevra · 09-19-2010, 10:12 PM

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It was satisfying to see that her words had at least made him think. She could not know what it was like for him to have lost his sister in such away, no matter how temporary it may be. Anann's life had never been family based, not in the way that the Russo's was. She wanted to tell him that not all women were fragile things in need of protecting, but she knew it would not help cease his worry for his sister. Anann did not expect that he would be forgiving Niro any time soon, no matter in what reason Liliya had for leaving. But what more could one expect when it such a situation. Anann's own brothers would have acted quite similarly, she felt sure. It was perhaps a very good thing for the Russo that her brothers no longer walked in this world.

His advance on her caught her off guard, ears falling back slightly she managed to make a couple step backwards in an attempt to keep the space between them. Stopping suddenly with a sharp gasp and heart pounding in her chest as his hands found hers. Eyes looking to the golden hand clasped in his before rising to meet his own golden orbs. Something in those golden eyes kept her from ripping the hand from his grasp, as had been her initial instinct. His tone was very sincere, but there was just thing she still wasn't clear. "Exactly what part are you apologizing for?" For the gentle touch of his hands, the sweet words, and the press of his lips there was no need to apologize. As he had done that night with assurances that such a thing would not be repeated. Her eyes fell once again to their joined hands, wondering if he had any clue of the significance of his touch. Perhaps she read far to much into it.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-21-2010, 09:25 PM

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The look of confusion upon her pretty face made the Russo furrow his brows a bit, unsure what she meant. Anatoliy thought that he had been clear about his apology, though it seemed as though the woman was still confused. Her hand in his was warm and the man could not help but squeeze it gently as he looked her in the eye. "For running avay of course..," he answered, as though it were the simplest thing in the entire world. Anatoliy swallowed hard, trying to muster up the nerve he was so sorely lacking. Even though he still gazed at the woman, there was something about her that made it hard for him to think sometimes; he was afraid of making a fool of himself. His control of the language was not the best and he might bumble what he meant. But he did not want to make a mistake here.

Sighing, the Russo brought the golden hand to his lips and he gave it a soft kiss. He lowered it, patting it softly. "I am not a fighter, Anann," he began, knowing his appearance made his words hard to take seriously. All cut up the way he was, who would? "But I know better zhen to run avay from somezhing zhat I can vin zhat is vorthvile." She would not understand his sidestepping here, but he tried to put better words to it all. Yet, it still was coming slowly to him and his courage was faltering. "Not zhat I vould fight somevone zhat vas veaker zhen me! Vell, not to just vin, but... ah - I don't know vhere I'm going vith zhis..," he faltered, looking away from the woman.

He was grasping at straws, unable to properly explain himself. Anann must have been so terribly confused and annoyed with him, going in loops like he was.

Anann Kelevra · 09-22-2010, 10:36 PM

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I was really tired, so I hope this post makes sense x.x

She had struggled to understand why their day together had ended so terribly when the rest of the day had been something truly special to the golden woman. Especially the too brief a moment before he had left. Unable to understand what had caused him to leave all of a sudden when she had not resist his efforts. Though there had certainly been a bit of surprise to it all. Days had turned to weeks and when she had still not seen him she began to assume that surely there was someone else. It seemed the most logical explanation as to why he had left after kissing her and stayed away. At the very least she thought it must be obvious that she was not what his heart desired. It was for the reason that she had to ask for clarity.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The first signs of a smile finally started to show on her face. She had spent so much time worrying about why he had left that she didn't realize how much she had actually missed him. How she had longed for the return of his touch. It had been painful to think that she might not ever know it again. She was glad she was wrong. Things becoming even clearer for her has he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. His words brought her closer to him. The small gap between them reduced to hardly anything at all.

When he looked away her hand came up gently stroking the cheek turned away from her before turning his muzzle to bring his eyes back to her. She didn't have the words to express herself. A lot could be said with out words though. Her hand still at his chin, she kissed him softly. "I never said I wanted a fighter..."

Anatoliy Russo · 09-25-2010, 09:06 PM

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Anann's hand on his good cheek was warm and the Russo did not want any contact with her to end. But she turned his head back to face her; it warmed instantly. He locked his golden eyes on her's, and then closed them as their lips met briefly. Anatoliy opened them wide when the woman pulled away to say she had not cared that he was not a fighter, size aside. "Anann...I can protect you if zhe need arises..," he said, running his hands down to her waist, holding them there at her hips. "I vant you to be happy," he whispered softly, pulling her in toward him, closing the minuscule distance completely.

Unable to hold back any longer, the man put his lips to the woman's, more passion in his contact then before. He hoped she noticed his hands at her hips, softly keeping her close. What did she want from him? What was it she needed? Breaking apart for a moment, the Russo asked, "Vhat do you vant, Anann?" Anatoliy wanted to give her all that she asked, and he hoped that he could. All she had to do was ask and he would try to give.

Anann Kelevra · 09-28-2010, 04:36 PM

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Anann had never felt the need for male her life. She was more than capable of protecting herself and could provide herself with nearly anything she might ever need. Had it been any other to offer his protection the honey hued woman would have scoffed, taking offense to the words. But Anatoliy was not warrior, he was not a fighter and to hear him say that she was worth fighting for meant more to her than he could surely know. His hands sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine as they ran down her sides, settling on her hips. She drew in a deep breath as he pulled her closer, the soft pale fur of their bellies mingling. God, she had missed him. Then don't ever leave. Her unspoken response to the whispered words.

They might have been voiced as she looked up at him with a look of pleasant surprise and a touch of longing, had it not been for his lips pressed to her own. The passion of his kiss igniting her own as she returned it. The warmth of his hands still resting on her hips, holding her softly yet securely close to him. Though she hardly wanted to part from him, letting her weight lean into him slightly with her arms wrapped around his neck. She whimpered almost silently as he broke their kiss. The question was simple and yet she didn't quite know how to answer it. "What I want has never mattered." Having always put the wants and needs of others before her own. Her hands fell from around his neck, one arm wrapping around him, while the other hand buried itself in the soft hair of his chest. She laid her head on shoulder, tucked against his neck. "Since I met you," She paused to gather the nerve needed to say the words aloud, "I have wanted to know your touch, to know what it feels like to rest my head against your chest with your arms around me." She had never felt such a desire for another man and for the longest time she had not know how to react to it. Thinking at first that such feeling must be born purely from lust. Though now she was starting to see things in a different light. "After you left, I thought that...that there was someone else." The thought still made her eyes sting and well. She blinked away the excess moisture, not letting it gather and tumble down a golden cheek.

Anatoliy Russo · 10-05-2010, 08:13 PM

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;_; so sorry how short it is

"But your vants are important," he countered, feeling Anann move in his embrace. The woman shifted her arms, and the Russo compensated accordingly. He pulled his arm up around her shoulders and back, holding onto her side. He obliged to her confession of her desire, even as he felt her soft breath against his chest and her fingers on the fur there. When she revealed her fear, her own explanation for his flight from her and his lack of any real progress in their relationship, his eyes widened and his hand gripped harder on her side. Suddenly, Anatoliy pulled the woman into him, arms wrapped tight around her. So that was it.

After a tight embrace, the man pulled her back, putting a hand on her cheek. "Anann. Anann," he began, softly whispering her name while his thumb gently caressed her face. "Zhere vas only ever you." Anatoliy gave her a smile, leaning in for a quick kiss. He was feeling bold now, since all of this was out of the way and out in the open. "I did not vant to.. make a wrong move vith you," he confessed, sighing at himself and his silly caution.

Anann Kelevra · 10-09-2010, 11:12 PM

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Anatoliy's scent was strong, filling her nostrils with every breath. His and his alone, not that of the Russo family and the Cours scent. Her nose nestled against the pale fur of his chest. It was calming and comforting. Her eyes drifting closed and she felt as if she could spend an eternity in this one moment. She hadn't realized just how tense and guarded she had been until she felt it all fall away as she stood, held in his embrace. His hands having left her hips for something more accommodating to her revealed desire.

It was not easy for the strong and independent woman to give voice to her feelings for the young Russian. With it it brought feelings of vulnerability. Acting on them was a much easier feat for the honey hued wolfess. She was pleasantly surprised as she felt the muscle of his chest and arms tense and tighten around her as he pulled her close and tight. A soft, low growl of pleasure rumbling in her throat, unable to resist the urge to give his neck a gentle nip.

Her body resisted being pulled away from his own, happy to immerse herself in his scent and touch. The warmth of his hand on her cheek and the soft caress of his thumb there was little she could do but look up at him with those big brown eyes. The soft leather binding around her chest beginning to feel rather tight and uncomfortable, though for the moment there was little she could do about it. Her eyes closed as he pressed his lip to hers. "Oh Anatoliy, you are so sweet." She said as she brought her own hand up, placing it over his own hand that cupped her cheek. He always seemed to be such the gentleman. "I've missed you so." For so long it had been hard to admit she missed the man. Afraid he would not return to her.

Anann turned, taking a few steps away to unwrap her chest. It only took a moment as she went through the familiar motions, the strap rolled and discard next to the ones that been wound around her hands. Though she hesitated to turn and face him, chewing on her lip as she considered the question. Hoping he would not find it too forward. She did not want things too fast, but the day was gone and it was growing late. "Toliy," she called his name softly as she turned to face again, slowly taking the few steps to bring her close to him again. "Stay with me tonight." It was hard to tell if it was a request, question or plea. Even Anann wasn't sure, she just knew she didn't want to watch him leave. She was asking him for nothing more than his company, but she would let the night take them were it will.

Anatoliy Russo · 10-10-2010, 07:31 PM

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He had missed her, much like she had missed him. Her presence was one he felt he could not do without; for the entire time he had been away, he had keenly noticed her absence. It had been a heavy rock on his mind and heart as he went about his day and knew that whatever happened, he was not sharing it with her. Now with Anann in his arms, the Russo had no intention of letting her go. But she pulled away from him, drawing a slight growl of complaint from him as he gingerly pulled his hands away from her. Gold eyes watched her remove the leather around his chest, and he felt a slight burning in his heart as the material fell away into the woman's hand.

There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes as she turned back to him. Anatoliy smiled at her, reaching out to take her hands as she came in close to him again. With her words, the burning in his heart intensified as he questioned if she was asking or suggesting he stay here for the night. His father would not miss him, nor would Liliya. How often could a man say he spent the night with a beautiful woman? Softly holding her hands and then running his hands up her arms, the Russo smiled gently. "Zhere is novhere else I vould razher be zhen here." He glanced down at the distance between their bodies and knew he wanted more contact between them. "Novhere is as good as vith you."

Anatoliy kissed her, letting the fire in his heart control his intensity. His hands ran down her sides, feeling her before him. Suddenly, he broke away from her. "Anann," he began, voice kind of rough as the flame demanded he satisfy it more. "How vould you like to spend zhis evening?" Lord knew he would try to satisfy her wishes before his, even if his were so damn strong, so instinctual.

Anann Kelevra · 10-17-2010, 01:41 AM

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Their relationship had grown slowly and Anann felt they were still just taking the first few steps. Though there had been a longing for him from the start of it all. She refrained from acting on it, letting him set the pace. Not wanting to scare him off by coming on too strong. Even now that his feelings were made clear she worried about moving to quickly for him as she made her simple request. She gave his hands a soft squeeze as they took hold of her own. Barely inches apart, it felt like so much more than the minuscule distance that it was. A smile spread across her face as he said he would stay, though in words much sweeter. His fingers ruffling the soft fur of her arms as they ran up them.

She moved gradually closer as he kissed her, its intensity drawing her towards him like gravity. The soft rumble of pleasure purred from her throat as she felt his hands running over her form. Stopping abruptly as he broke away from her. His question answered only by a coy grin for the first few seconds, as she softly ran her hand over his chest. She appeared to be considering her words. Though more likely as to whether to even use them. Her hand came to a rest in the center of his chest and her lip threatened to curl in a playful snarl. Her other hand having found the waist of the fabric he wore.

She shoved into his chest, forcing him against the log wall of her home. She could see the hunger in his eyes, could feel in the way his hands roved over her body. It all fueled a hunger of her own that burned at her core. Her hand still firm against his chest she kissed him with that ever so small distance still between them. Her own hunger driving the intensity of the kiss, though eventually she broke away just as he had. "Oh Anatoliy, don't hold back.. haven't I told you that already?" She whispered in his ear as her hands found their way to his hips and taking hold of the fabric there. "It's obvious what we both want, no sense in fighting it." She leaned in to kiss him again using her hold on his shorts to pull him towards her. Slowly her fingers slid along the fabric making their way towards the button that held them fastened.

Anatoliy Russo · 10-17-2010, 10:01 PM

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His beautiful woman - for he felt able to call her that now - was fierce and strong. And he liked it, oh so much. He liked that she was not so much a delicate daisy as a prickly rose; she was still pretty and nice, but to the careless fool she stung and cut. Anatoliy had been quite the careless fool not to realize just how much she meant to him and just how much he liked those things about her. What was there not to like about her? She was just so very... appealing.

She shoved him against the log house he had helped her, and others, to build. They were touching and any distance that existed between them was small. It made his skin feel hotter as he let his hands grab her hips roughly and pull her closer to him. He wanted more, so much more, it was such a pressing desire. But Anann pulled away from him, getting a slight growl of protest out of him as he leaned in a very brief attempt to keep the contact going. As he leaned, Anatoliy moved his hands to get a rise out of her, letting them go a little to low before returning them to her waist. Her words were like soft music in his ear that only made his skin flush ever hotter and his hands want more to hold onto. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noticed where her hands were on his hips as she whispered to him, but he ignored it as his mind focused on the meaning of her words.

"I vant all of you," answered the Russo, his voice low and husky as his focus shifted to her wandering hands. "All of you." He kissed her, hands running from her hips, over her lower stomach and up. He ran them up to her chest, delighting in feeling her in his hands, and cupping her face as he passionately gave her a long, rough kiss. There was so much more to describe what he wanted from her, what he wanted from all of her. Most of all he wanted his body to feel hers and to feel as though she was another part of him.

Anann Kelevra · 10-24-2010, 11:35 PM

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A soft growl rolled in her throat as Anann felt a strong, rough grip on her hips pulling her into the man she held against the wall of her home. She loved every touch between their bodies. Every soft, gentle caress left her craving more. But it was when he grabbed hold and pulled her close it truly excited her. Her tail held high, it swayed causing her hips to move softly against his. The husky tone of his voice drove her wild, fueling the fire that burner in her. She wanted him so badly. Her body burned with it, but every touch left her only wanting more. "I'm all yours for the taking," she murmured in his good ear before she gripped its bottom edge lightly between her teeth. It was released in a sharp inhale as his hands ran up her body. Fingers fumbled with the button on his pants having some difficulty getting it undone. His hands at her chest a pleasurable distraction.

Caught up in the intensity of his kiss her hands fell away from the waist of his pants. One coming up his stomach and chest to find its way around to the back of his neck. Her other hand travelled in another direction. Stroking against his length through the demin fabric. As the kiss finally came to a close her hands found their way back to the button of his shorts. This time it came undone with easy, the zipper quick to follow."I want you, Anatoliy." She gave his cheek a lick as her hands worked to slid the fabric off his hips and freeing his tail."I need you." Nipping at his neck.

Anatoliy Russo · 10-25-2010, 11:57 PM

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all these... analogies and metaphors...

"Oh?" he asked, voice at his lowest, at his huskiest as he noted her hands were they would usually not be found. He felt them through the denim of his jeans and gave a light groaning growl. It only helped to burn the fire a little hotter as he listened to her words in his good ear. It twitched at the feel of her breath and he could not, would not, contain himself any longer. He had her permission, her invitation, her request, and he would act upon it in an attempt to let the burning flames burst out and die down satisfied. He was feeling emotions he had not experienced with anyone else and it was driving him insane; he had to fulfill the desires building. And clearly so did Anann. Growling softly, he crouched slightly and then pulled up the woman into his arms, discarding his garments beneath his feet.

"Lets go somevhere... private," he said, golden eyes shifting slightly to the trees as though a stranger lurked. "I don't vant zhem to see vhat I vant to.. do to you." Anatoliy gave a fiendish smile as he carried Anann into the cabin he - among others - had helped to build. Inside, he leaned her against the wall with the door, so no one could peek in and see just what he was hoping to try. Hopefully he would not disappoint, since he had never truly been with a woman. But his raging instincts gave him some hope. Surely they'd know what he was doing? A bit rough, he nibbled on her neck, letting his hand slowly caress her neck, falling downwards along her chest, down her stomach. Cruelly, he skirted to run his hand, both hands, over her thighs. Anatoliy kissed her, pressing himself against her in a mock display of what he could do. He, personally, wanted to give in and take his hands somewhere reserved for only the most special, but he wanted her to ask it of him. He wanted to hear her really need him. But, oh god, how he wanted to spoil her.

Anann Kelevra · 10-29-2010, 10:24 AM

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<3 sorry crashed last night but its up now!

It was intoxicating. The low, rough tones of his voice. The touch of his hands, the feel of his body against hers. Every sound, every touch, it all only made her want, her need for him grow stronger and stronger. Anann gave Toliy a curious look as he crouched slightly before her, wondering what it was that he was up to. Her expression changed quickly to surprise as it felt as if the ground had fallen away beneath her feet. Toes stretched to find the ground below as she was plucked from its surface and her hands grabbed firmly at his shoulders. It was a fleeting moment of panic as she struggled to find balance and support, clinging to the body that held her. She felt foolish and embarrassed as she come to the realization she was safely in the arms of her man. He would not drop her nor let her slip from his arms. The feelings of embarrassment didn't last quickly washed away by the stronger emotions that cascaded between them.

No one had ever picked her up before, at least not like this. The initial sensation had been..startling, but now she marvelled in feeling of it. The feel of him between her legs as they wrapped around his waist. His arms around her, holding her in a whole new way. She kissed him roughly, biting his lip. His words leaving her to wonder just what it was that he had in mind. Her body tingling with the anticipation of what was yet to come as he carried her inside. Anann had expected that they would have made their way to the bed, but Toliy had a different idea. Growling low and soft as he nibbled at her neck, her back against the wall. His hand slowly trailing from her neck to her chest. Downward, over her flat stomach and near the source of heat that radiated through her. Her own hands had fallen away from his neck to do their own exploring, sharp nails raking lightly against the skin of his sides and back. It was almost torture has his hand skirted around roaming over her thigh instead. A whine coming from her, feeling her body tremble. Her need growing to what seem an insatiable ache. As he pressed against her she drew in a ragged breathe, limbs trying desperately to bring him impossibly closer. If she still had any shred of control it was lost. "Oh, Anatoliy," her voice breathless and pleading. She kissed him roughly and passionately. She had never felt such uncontrollable passion and desire. "Please...Toliy." Her own hand drifted downwards fingers running lightly through the soft fur of his stomach, stopping just shy of their mark.

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