only to torment Eliot for my enjoyment. Crack plzpartnerinheelsDecember 1 2011, 05:55:44 UTC
[Congratulations Eliot, today is his lucky day. Today, this morning, he is little spoon.
Curled up behind him with an arm draped over and around his side, lays a Sheva, covered in enough of a sheet to be decent, but not enough to hide the fact that she's very naked.
She might just be snoring too, but like a girl instead of a freight train.]
Crack, huh. Damn, you ask for the impossible, woman.distinctive_guyDecember 1 2011, 06:06:21 UTC
[That's just unfair, calling him little in any shape or form after that wonderful night he gave Sheva. He even let her snuggle next to him, behind him, and he is definitely not the smaller one.
He lays awake to her soft snoring, smiling softly in the early morning light and with no hurry to move. With their position, he will wake her if he did and he has no intention of doing that.
Having been awake for a while now and with no interest to reclaim his sleep, he listens to her rhythmic breathing as he allows his mind to drift without lingering on anything at all. It is a good morning.]
I blame all that extra DNA in that second X chrom. >_>partnerinheelsDecember 1 2011, 06:37:01 UTC
[Him not being the smaller one? Sheva took that as a challenge. Or, in actuality, she just liked to sleep on that particular side and he just happens to be the perfect target for snuggling.
When the light finally caught her just right and instinctively burying her face into his shoulder could offer little to no protection, Sheva let the morning win.
She could tell by his breathing that he's already awake, so she lazily presses her lips against his shoulder. A silent 'good morning' and 'thank you for all the orgasms last night' rolled into one.
I know. So troublesome, that X.distinctive_guyDecember 1 2011, 09:07:56 UTC
[With her being awake now, he turned so he could face her and wrapped an arm around one shoulder to pull her to him. He smiled at her soft voice even though the words were muffled against his shoulder.]
We try. It's like an artform.partnerinheelsDecember 1 2011, 16:33:27 UTC
[During the rotation, her hand moves to rest on the side of his hip, thumb rubbing the soft skin there. Small enough that she tucks right against his larger frame with a lopsided grin, Sheva relaxes into the pillow directly next to him. With her eyes still adjusting to the light, she blinks several times before her gaze settles on his face.]
Mnn... You don't look nearly tired enough.
[It's clear she teases, or maybe it's an invitation.]
I never understood abstract art.distinctive_guyDecember 1 2011, 23:48:23 UTC
[Grinning at the tease in her voice, he shifts his hand down from her shoulder to run gentle strokes up and down the ridge of her spine. He admired her features languidly through the filtered morning light, and smiled again when she focused her gaze on him.]
Neal is ashamed.partnerinheelsDecember 2 2011, 04:21:40 UTC
[At his touches, her eyes half lid and she shivers pleasantly, emitting a soft 'mn' of approval.]
A brisk 5k?
[She sounds serious, her eyes searching his face for any hint of reaction, but her fingertips playing softly along the front of his hip and southward. Though she makes a point of stopping before any of his favorite parts are disturbed.]
[He chuckles, a husky rumbling noise that vibrated deep from his chest where she is pressed against.]
Not the type of exercise I had it mind, sweetie.
[And she was doing so very well towards what he does have in mind... until she stopped. Meeting her gaze steadily, Eliot arches an eyebrow as if asking why isn't she continuing?]
[She gives him the most innocent expression that she can muster, with wide eyes and even a bit of a pout. After last night, Sheva knows he won't believe her not wanting him bit for a second.
With her hand still warm and motionless on the low flat of his stomach, she tilts her head in a 'what are you going to do about it' challenge.]
[His hand snakes down to cover her own where it was settled warmly above his groin. He lets their hands sit there comfortably together, in no real hurry to actually do anything for the moment.]
Yeah...
[And despite their passions last night, that wasn't the only type of man Eliot was. He didn't mind just laying in bed with a woman without doing anything.]
Curled up behind him with an arm draped over and around his side, lays a Sheva, covered in enough of a sheet to be decent, but not enough to hide the fact that she's very naked.
She might just be snoring too, but like a girl instead of a freight train.]
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He lays awake to her soft snoring, smiling softly in the early morning light and with no hurry to move. With their position, he will wake her if he did and he has no intention of doing that.
Having been awake for a while now and with no interest to reclaim his sleep, he listens to her rhythmic breathing as he allows his mind to drift without lingering on anything at all. It is a good morning.]
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When the light finally caught her just right and instinctively burying her face into his shoulder could offer little to no protection, Sheva let the morning win.
She could tell by his breathing that he's already awake, so she lazily presses her lips against his shoulder. A silent 'good morning' and 'thank you for all the orgasms last night' rolled into one.
Yep, it's a great morning.]
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Mornin', darlin'.
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Mnn... You don't look nearly tired enough.
[It's clear she teases, or maybe it's an invitation.]
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You've somethin' in mind to tire me out?
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A brisk 5k?
[She sounds serious, her eyes searching his face for any hint of reaction, but her fingertips playing softly along the front of his hip and southward. Though she makes a point of stopping before any of his favorite parts are disturbed.]
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Not the type of exercise I had it mind, sweetie.
[And she was doing so very well towards what he does have in mind... until she stopped. Meeting her gaze steadily, Eliot arches an eyebrow as if asking why isn't she continuing?]
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[She gives him the most innocent expression that she can muster, with wide eyes and even a bit of a pout. After last night, Sheva knows he won't believe her not wanting him bit for a second.
With her hand still warm and motionless on the low flat of his stomach, she tilts her head in a 'what are you going to do about it' challenge.]
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Yeah...
[And despite their passions last night, that wasn't the only type of man Eliot was. He didn't mind just laying in bed with a woman without doing anything.]
Though this is good too.
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