{Story} Possibility
I think I'm turned on...-sighs- Well have a look, it isn't too horrible, I don't think. :P This is for Lawrence, who wanted me to write Mana X Nagisa-chan. I hope those two don't come kill me...I should probably read this over but I'll do it when I'm thinking...more straight.
I opened the door, and winced as it somewhat creaked.
Mana was reading or writing by candlelight, again. I shivered a little at the darkness, like I always did whenever I entered her house. After the initial shock, though, the greyness settled around me like a warm silk throw. I tiptoed to her, hoping to surprise her when I never had, before. She did not raise her ruby eyes from the page she was on, eyes still slowly scanning the page as she read. I had this strange idea she would look really really cute with glasses, and filed it away for future reference.
I approached her chair from the side, and rose up much like a whale from the depths of the ocean, I figured, hugged her impulsively, and cried her name out happily, "Manamana!"
"Shhh," she shushed me, but what was that? A slight smile on her lips? It appeared for just an instant, before she reverted to her usual expression of bored disinterest, followed by the words, "I'm writing." Ah well, it was worth a try. I suppose the day Mana got surprised would be the day I turned into a neon pink cow and flew circles around this dark place.
Then I pouted, because she actually did raise her book slightly! Though I noticed that her eyes weren't scanning the page -- they were just on one spot now, as if waiting for my move. Interesting, that. I loosened my hug around her chest a little, moving my hands up and trailing them across her exposed collarbones. Leaning in, I gave those same collarbones a reverent kiss, breathing in the faintest hints of the perfume she wore -- some indefinably light, vaguely-floral scent reminding me of older, gentler times.
I felt more than heard her breath hitch. A reaction. Wonderful. Moving in to rest a knee on the plush chair she was sitting on, I raised my head to look into her eyes, shimmering ruby appearing darker than usual, with the lack of light in the room. Resting my weight on one of the arms of the chair, I leaned forward, smiling, to brush my lips across hers in the softest of kisses, lighter than a butterfly's wing.
Both of us ignored the thud of the book falling to the floor.
When the sound faded from the room, I had nudged myself a little closer to Mana; the hand previously on her collarbone had moved a little lower, brushing the tempting swell of her breasts to rest on her slight waist. My other hand preoccupied itself with a few strands of her beautiful hair, which distracted me for a moment because of how pretty it looked, glimmering in the firelight like wrought silver. It was unbound, and Mana was dressed casually, in a simple shift lined with lace. Her skin emanated warmth where I touched her, as did the heavy silk of her hair when I ran my fingers through it. Mana made a slight sound as I did that, and before I knew it she had leaned forward, and our lips met, properly this time. I melted into the sensation of softness, molding myself to her body, heart thudding in my chest and wondering if she could feel it too.
No matter how many times I kissed her, I think my heart would always be pounding that hard.
How could I describe the heaven of her lips? It was the ambrosia of gods; she tasted like chocolate and wine, and as I traced her lips with my tongue she shyly returned the flavour, inflaming my senses. And she moved slightly against me as we kissed, every moan a vibration through our bodies, sending tingles of pleasure up and down my spine.
We were short of breath when we separated, but within the next heartbeat we were continuing the kiss once more, and this time I moved the hand on her waist downwards, hiking her shift slightly up to trace imaginary shapes on her thigh. She squirmed slightly, and I took the chance to urge my tongue gently past her lips, tasting her fully. I circled her tongue with mine, a dance of pleasure she was my passionate partner in. So lost in the kiss was I that I somehow missed her hands moving under and up my blouse, until she was tracing my skin just under the line of my bra. Jumping slightly from the sensations, I drew back from her slightly. Which wasn't a bad idea, because that meant I could take a moment to see how she looked.
Her cheeks were flushed by pleasure, her eyes glazed by desire, a smile on her lips, slightly open. She was the epitome of beauty and desire. And she was mine.
We leaned in for another kiss...
The door creaked. I paused in writing as I felt the faint vibrations on the ground of someone trying to walk quietly but not quite succeeding. Re-reading the last paragraph I had just written, I did not start when a white, brown and blue blur rose from the side of my chair and hugged me impulsively, shrieking my name twice...
[c: 0150h, 230308]
I opened the door, and winced as it somewhat creaked.
Mana was reading or writing by candlelight, again. I shivered a little at the darkness, like I always did whenever I entered her house. After the initial shock, though, the greyness settled around me like a warm silk throw. I tiptoed to her, hoping to surprise her when I never had, before. She did not raise her ruby eyes from the page she was on, eyes still slowly scanning the page as she read. I had this strange idea she would look really really cute with glasses, and filed it away for future reference.
I approached her chair from the side, and rose up much like a whale from the depths of the ocean, I figured, hugged her impulsively, and cried her name out happily, "Manamana!"
"Shhh," she shushed me, but what was that? A slight smile on her lips? It appeared for just an instant, before she reverted to her usual expression of bored disinterest, followed by the words, "I'm writing." Ah well, it was worth a try. I suppose the day Mana got surprised would be the day I turned into a neon pink cow and flew circles around this dark place.
Then I pouted, because she actually did raise her book slightly! Though I noticed that her eyes weren't scanning the page -- they were just on one spot now, as if waiting for my move. Interesting, that. I loosened my hug around her chest a little, moving my hands up and trailing them across her exposed collarbones. Leaning in, I gave those same collarbones a reverent kiss, breathing in the faintest hints of the perfume she wore -- some indefinably light, vaguely-floral scent reminding me of older, gentler times.
I felt more than heard her breath hitch. A reaction. Wonderful. Moving in to rest a knee on the plush chair she was sitting on, I raised my head to look into her eyes, shimmering ruby appearing darker than usual, with the lack of light in the room. Resting my weight on one of the arms of the chair, I leaned forward, smiling, to brush my lips across hers in the softest of kisses, lighter than a butterfly's wing.
Both of us ignored the thud of the book falling to the floor.
When the sound faded from the room, I had nudged myself a little closer to Mana; the hand previously on her collarbone had moved a little lower, brushing the tempting swell of her breasts to rest on her slight waist. My other hand preoccupied itself with a few strands of her beautiful hair, which distracted me for a moment because of how pretty it looked, glimmering in the firelight like wrought silver. It was unbound, and Mana was dressed casually, in a simple shift lined with lace. Her skin emanated warmth where I touched her, as did the heavy silk of her hair when I ran my fingers through it. Mana made a slight sound as I did that, and before I knew it she had leaned forward, and our lips met, properly this time. I melted into the sensation of softness, molding myself to her body, heart thudding in my chest and wondering if she could feel it too.
No matter how many times I kissed her, I think my heart would always be pounding that hard.
How could I describe the heaven of her lips? It was the ambrosia of gods; she tasted like chocolate and wine, and as I traced her lips with my tongue she shyly returned the flavour, inflaming my senses. And she moved slightly against me as we kissed, every moan a vibration through our bodies, sending tingles of pleasure up and down my spine.
We were short of breath when we separated, but within the next heartbeat we were continuing the kiss once more, and this time I moved the hand on her waist downwards, hiking her shift slightly up to trace imaginary shapes on her thigh. She squirmed slightly, and I took the chance to urge my tongue gently past her lips, tasting her fully. I circled her tongue with mine, a dance of pleasure she was my passionate partner in. So lost in the kiss was I that I somehow missed her hands moving under and up my blouse, until she was tracing my skin just under the line of my bra. Jumping slightly from the sensations, I drew back from her slightly. Which wasn't a bad idea, because that meant I could take a moment to see how she looked.
Her cheeks were flushed by pleasure, her eyes glazed by desire, a smile on her lips, slightly open. She was the epitome of beauty and desire. And she was mine.
We leaned in for another kiss...
The door creaked. I paused in writing as I felt the faint vibrations on the ground of someone trying to walk quietly but not quite succeeding. Re-reading the last paragraph I had just written, I did not start when a white, brown and blue blur rose from the side of my chair and hugged me impulsively, shrieking my name twice...
[c: 0150h, 230308]