Oh, that's nice. I pull her closer when I feel warm hands through my shirt. Everything about her... It's intoxicating. She feels perfect nestled against me - except that I can never think of the word perfect without thinking that things need to not be perfect - and I hold her there, close.
She's so...delicate seeming. Not fragile, but someone to be taken care of, and taken care of well so that she'll stay beautiful and age with an ease of mind, Her mirrored touch only reinfoces that, making me feel like something delicate by mere proximity.
"Liked someone like this?" I ask curiously, wondering at her meaning, our lips coming closer and closer. She pulls me closer, and I wonder too at how she can be so sure, how she can be so soft with a demon as if there's a man under her fingers.
"Wasn't planning on it," I say before our lips meet again, my tongue nudging the seal of her lips.
He asks what I mean about liking someone like this and I'm tempted to ignore it, skirt away from it to keep myself from being bare to him. But then I know that it's okay to be like that around Angel. "Nobody's ever looked at me," I whisper, tempted to look away from his gaze. "Not a looker I guess." I finally finish, closing my eyes again to his kisses.
My knees feel weak and I lean into him more, tugging him closer to me as if he'd keep me visually hidden from the world. His tongue tempts my lips and I part them gently, boldly darting my tongue to meet up with his for another moment, my fingers moving down his neck and shoulders, feeling the softness of his skin under my fingers.
There's a noise behind us and I pull away, looking past him and brushing my hair away from my face before turning back to Angel with a sheepish look. "M-maybe um..." I shrug. "We should go back h-home or t-to your place." My face tints red and I duck down. "I d-don't want to have to worry about the sun or anything...now I feel like a dork."
"I'm looking," I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face, hand splayed wide. I want to see her. See what's she's hiding. Or what she's trying so hard to hide. Really, I just want to see herAnd that really wasn't what I meant by my question. "You said you never liked anyone like this before...you mean like me?" Like a vampire? Let's hope not. Although that would be near impossible and have her here in front of me
( ... )
He asks again what I meant by my words and I pause fr a moment, kissing him gently as he pushes my hair away to unviel myself to him. "I...I meant that..." I stammer over my words, unsure how to tell him what I was meaning, not to mention I don't know how he'd take something like that. "Never l-looked at boys much...or anything and." I wasn't telling him that he's the first guy that I've ever kissed, that was childish. "Never um p-paid attention to guys
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Hmm. I don't really know what to make of that, but I nod, and keep her close not making any judgements or anything. My hands roam over her back, being soothing even if she isn't upset. I know how hard it can be to tell people things. Even when they don't seem that significant.
"Okay. Do you need to pick up anything at your apartment?" I ask, smoothly deciding that the hotel it was going to be. I like having her there, and if she's going to make excuses not to be at her apartment, then I might as well give her an invitation. "We can pick a movie up on the way back to the hotel," I say as I smooth her clothing back to its proper places even if it wasn't all that out of place. "You might want to pick, otherwise we'll end up with something from the dark ages," I try to joke.
Twining my fingers with hers I start to move, walking us backwards until we're free to move and walk, and all of that stuff that doesn't require going slow or restraining oneself.
Angel mentions my apartment and it seems to be decided that we'll go to the hotel. I'm okay with that, I love the old feeling of the hotel and the smell of pine mixed with dust. Kind of like a library.
I anxiously bite my lip as he moves his hands over my sides and hips, I squirm under his touch and nod when he mentions going back to the hotel. "I still have my bag at the hotel, I'm okay."
Slipping my fingers with his, I follow him quietly, standing close as we head towards the hotel. "You can pick, I'm n-not one of those girls that doesn't like it if it's not in color. Classic movies are alright."
We walk quietly, the air blowing in cool gusts as we walk towards the hotel, my lips still swollen and burning from his kiss. The rest of me aching for more. "Angel," I whisper, looking up at him. "Thank you for tonight."
I don't know why, but it makes me smile when she says they're going to be watched happily. Like no matter what, she's going to like them, and there's just no doubt in her mind about it. It's kind of...breathtaking. In a weird way, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't find it so beguiling, but I do. The trust left in someone who's struggled like she has...
Anyway, not brooding, this is a good thing. And a nice night. No brooding.
And ignoring the way her top hugs her curves and those sweats hang in just the right way, might be a really good idea.
I pop in Casablanca and sit next to her on the couch, not crowding...but close enough that her scent plays in my nose, and I find myself taking a deep breath before pushing random buttons on the remote. "Umm...I'm never good with these things." I look at her apologetically, and hand her the remote, trading for the popcorn
( ... )
He sits next to me and I smile quietly, nibbling popcorn as he plays with the remote. I take the remote from him when he hands it to me and I smile, shifting a bit closer to him as I set the movie to play.
Angel asks where the hot chocolate is and I smile at him, pointing over to the table where two cups sit. "I brought it in with the popcorn." I give him a teasing look and set the volume to the TV, turning back to see him holding up popcorn to my mouth.
It takes me a moment to react and when I do I tentatively lean forward and take it, my tongue accidently flicking across his finger. I blush slightly and look down, tucking my hair behind my ear and shifting on the couch as the previews start to play.
This is a dangerous game we're playing. I know he's restraining himself, I am as well. We both want more than we'll allow each other to have...
Huh. Guess I was busy smelling...other things. Yes, other things that maybe I shouldn't have been so focused on, that I missed the hot chocolate. We'll have to have some of that later.
Uh. Okay, maybe not so safe. Just a little brush of her tongue and I a) want her to do it again, and b) want more than just a little lick. This isn't good. I watch it disappear into her mouth, schooling myself not to look at her throat when she swallows.
"This is your favorite kind, huh?" I say, still keeping hold of the popcorn bowl, fishing out another piece and holding it up for her. Glutton for punishment.
I scoot a little closer as the the opening credits start, trying not to be too obvious, and again watching her carefully as she takes the popcorn from my fingers.
"Yeah, it is," I murmur, fighting the blush that wants to color my face. "I love the sweet and salty taste..." This is turning into a whole nother conversation and I don't know where it's going to lead.
Ignoring the feeling in the back of my mind I inch closer to him as he does me and I hear the first lines of the movie as I take another bite of popcorn from his fingers.
Failing at the effort for sexy, I dip my hand in the bowl and place a piece at Angel's lips, waiting for him to take it. I look away and blush, swallowing the piece I was chewing on. "I t-think I started thinking it was sexy but it ended up...dorky." and dumb. I start to move my hand away from his lips, no longer able to fight the automatic action to blush so deeply.
I know I've seen him before, but that was different. He was hurt then and now I feel as if it's the first time; my fingers move over his skin, tracing over healed scars and wondering what each story had to say.
My heartbeat quickens when my shirt finds it's way over to join his and it's a desperate effort not to hide beneath my hair. But the way he touches me - my thighs and sides - but doesn't touch my bare skin does something to me.
He whispers that I'm beautiful and I can't help but believe him even as I lean in and try to hide my face, tipping my head down to kiss him. My hands come up and touch his face softly, my thumb running over his bottom lip before I nip it between my teeth.
I don't want to hide from you, Angel. I just want to hide myself and what I am from you.
"Oh," my breath hitches in my throat and I rest my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes as I feel his hands running over my skin. Each part of me burnt for his touch and longed for it when it left. "Angel," I murmur, burying my nose in his neck even more.
It's funny that neither of us goes for the skin that's bared. My hands at her hips, hers on my face, drawing me close for a kiss. There's a little noise in the back of my throat when she plays with my lip, tugging at it teasingly before kissing me
( ... )
"Yes, begging," I whisper before I can catch my words. An involintary purr escapes my lips as his hand touches me, his thumb brushing over my nipple. "Oh, goddess." My eyes flutter closed the more he touches me and I can't help but shift on his lap, leaning in and nuzzling my face in his neck even more
( ... )
"Hmm?" I say, sparks still randomly firing throughout my body. I don't know what she means about boy parts, or seventeen year olds, but I'm not too worried about it at the moment, my body feeling more relaxed than it has in several days. I can feel a throb in the wounds that are still healing. But for the most part it's a good throb, mostly because I don't mind.
"Boy parts?" I murmur, kissing her temple and easing my fingers out of her. Both of my hands are sticky and I don't really want to hold and be thinking that I'm smearing come all over her back, but... I kiss her cheek this time and settle my arms at her waist.
"Mind if we shower while we talk? I can't really hold you like this," I say with a soft, apologetic smile curling over my lips for even wanting to move us right now. "And I'd like to," I add, in case that was wasn't perfectly clear.
My eyes flutter closed when he kisses my temple and I bite my lip, shrugging and wondering how to go about telling him about the girl aspect of my past. "Well..." He then suggests a shower and I nod. "Hot water is good." I hear his following words and I pull back to look down at him touching his face. "I'd like that too
( ... )
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She's so...delicate seeming. Not fragile, but someone to be taken care of, and taken care of well so that she'll stay beautiful and age with an ease of mind, Her mirrored touch only reinfoces that, making me feel like something delicate by mere proximity.
"Liked someone like this?" I ask curiously, wondering at her meaning, our lips coming closer and closer. She pulls me closer, and I wonder too at how she can be so sure, how she can be so soft with a demon as if there's a man under her fingers.
"Wasn't planning on it," I say before our lips meet again, my tongue nudging the seal of her lips.
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My knees feel weak and I lean into him more, tugging him closer to me as if he'd keep me visually hidden from the world. His tongue tempts my lips and I part them gently, boldly darting my tongue to meet up with his for another moment, my fingers moving down his neck and shoulders, feeling the softness of his skin under my fingers.
There's a noise behind us and I pull away, looking past him and brushing my hair away from my face before turning back to Angel with a sheepish look. "M-maybe um..." I shrug. "We should go back h-home or t-to your place." My face tints red and I duck down. "I d-don't want to have to worry about the sun or anything...now I feel like a dork."
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"Okay. Do you need to pick up anything at your apartment?" I ask, smoothly deciding that the hotel it was going to be. I like having her there, and if she's going to make excuses not to be at her apartment, then I might as well give her an invitation. "We can pick a movie up on the way back to the hotel," I say as I smooth her clothing back to its proper places even if it wasn't all that out of place. "You might want to pick, otherwise we'll end up with something from the dark ages," I try to joke.
Twining my fingers with hers I start to move, walking us backwards until we're free to move and walk, and all of that stuff that doesn't require going slow or restraining oneself.
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I anxiously bite my lip as he moves his hands over my sides and hips, I squirm under his touch and nod when he mentions going back to the hotel. "I still have my bag at the hotel, I'm okay."
Slipping my fingers with his, I follow him quietly, standing close as we head towards the hotel. "You can pick, I'm n-not one of those girls that doesn't like it if it's not in color. Classic movies are alright."
We walk quietly, the air blowing in cool gusts as we walk towards the hotel, my lips still swollen and burning from his kiss. The rest of me aching for more. "Angel," I whisper, looking up at him. "Thank you for tonight."
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Anyway, not brooding, this is a good thing. And a nice night. No brooding.
And ignoring the way her top hugs her curves and those sweats hang in just the right way, might be a really good idea.
I pop in Casablanca and sit next to her on the couch, not crowding...but close enough that her scent plays in my nose, and I find myself taking a deep breath before pushing random buttons on the remote. "Umm...I'm never good with these things." I look at her apologetically, and hand her the remote, trading for the popcorn ( ... )
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Angel asks where the hot chocolate is and I smile at him, pointing over to the table where two cups sit. "I brought it in with the popcorn." I give him a teasing look and set the volume to the TV, turning back to see him holding up popcorn to my mouth.
It takes me a moment to react and when I do I tentatively lean forward and take it, my tongue accidently flicking across his finger. I blush slightly and look down, tucking my hair behind my ear and shifting on the couch as the previews start to play.
This is a dangerous game we're playing. I know he's restraining himself, I am as well. We both want more than we'll allow each other to have...
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Uh. Okay, maybe not so safe. Just a little brush of her tongue and I a) want her to do it again, and b) want more than just a little lick. This isn't good. I watch it disappear into her mouth, schooling myself not to look at her throat when she swallows.
"This is your favorite kind, huh?" I say, still keeping hold of the popcorn bowl, fishing out another piece and holding it up for her. Glutton for punishment.
I scoot a little closer as the the opening credits start, trying not to be too obvious, and again watching her carefully as she takes the popcorn from my fingers.
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Ignoring the feeling in the back of my mind I inch closer to him as he does me and I hear the first lines of the movie as I take another bite of popcorn from his fingers.
Failing at the effort for sexy, I dip my hand in the bowl and place a piece at Angel's lips, waiting for him to take it. I look away and blush, swallowing the piece I was chewing on. "I t-think I started thinking it was sexy but it ended up...dorky." and dumb. I start to move my hand away from his lips, no longer able to fight the automatic action to blush so deeply.
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My heartbeat quickens when my shirt finds it's way over to join his and it's a desperate effort not to hide beneath my hair. But the way he touches me - my thighs and sides - but doesn't touch my bare skin does something to me.
He whispers that I'm beautiful and I can't help but believe him even as I lean in and try to hide my face, tipping my head down to kiss him. My hands come up and touch his face softly, my thumb running over his bottom lip before I nip it between my teeth.
I don't want to hide from you, Angel. I just want to hide myself and what I am from you.
"Oh," my breath hitches in my throat and I rest my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes as I feel his hands running over my skin. Each part of me burnt for his touch and longed for it when it left. "Angel," I murmur, burying my nose in his neck even more.
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"Boy parts?" I murmur, kissing her temple and easing my fingers out of her. Both of my hands are sticky and I don't really want to hold and be thinking that I'm smearing come all over her back, but... I kiss her cheek this time and settle my arms at her waist.
"Mind if we shower while we talk? I can't really hold you like this," I say with a soft, apologetic smile curling over my lips for even wanting to move us right now. "And I'd like to," I add, in case that was wasn't perfectly clear.
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