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Post by delusive on Feb 2, 2010 16:59:20 GMT -5
Faerie always had the worst time when it came to this embarassment and shyness. True it had gotten worse due to her past, but even as a kid she had been like that. Though who could blame her? Left to live with her father who was far from any good parent figure... Left to deal with her mom's passing so harshly. By 2nd grade she was a complete outcast, even the teachers were able to pick up on that she was sure. Many suggested she visit the school nurse who suggested she visit some phsychiatrist. Yeah right, Why would she ever go to one? "Yeah, my life sucks... My mom died..." cry cry cry. What could anyone do anyhow? It wouldn't change how people thought of her, besides, why would she want people to take her in when they didn't take her in when she was herself, as distant and wacked as she was, she believed she'd get over it herself. And she did. By highschool she was more social, she even had herself a few guys who chased after her; yes, that did lift her self confidence up. Zeth here... Well, he was something different all together, but it was a good different, at least she thought that. If only he had a clue at what he was doing to her as he leaned his body closer to hers and there was the tiniest bit of contact. Yes, she did like the feeling that swam over her, his warmth and something else inside just bursting to get out. She let out a sigh, taking in his words. Eyes closed as his breath was on her ear, sending goosebumps all over her neck. Why was he setting her off so much? She felt as though self control was out the door, but she tried her best to keep calm. She let herself lean into his own body, into his heat. Love... Well at times it plain sucked, plain hurt, and she knew she shouldn't even want to think about it again, but what on earth was this? Was it possible that the thing she thought was ever so little was now turning into a flame? She didn't care, because right now she could think of no reason or want to ever push away from him. He 'enjoyed being close to her.' and she enjoyed it just as much. She could ask him to never leave the room, but that would be plain rude, far too demanding. Yet it was at the tip of her tounge, waiting to come out. Quickly something else escaped in place. No mind reading... Well, I guess that's good for me. She tried to joke lightly. I'll bet you have some muscles though, huh? She spoke softly now too because he was so close and she didn't pull away, even when he released as though allowing her the room to pull away.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 2, 2010 23:26:57 GMT -5
Smile fluttered uncontrollably across features when the maiden leaned against him, rather than pull away as the duke had been slightly afraid of. Yes, even after all the indications that she enjoied him company, G`rzeth had still believed, worried even, in the back of his mind that she would bawlk at the closeness. It really would not have been completely unexpected. He knew of her past heartbreaks from their conversation in the park and would not have blamed her for wanting to try and avoid going through the same suffering a third time. Secretative frown crossed features then, attention totally turning inside himself as mind attempted to analize his thoughts and emotions once again. There he went, comparing their relationship to her previous ones with men. Faerie could not be in danger of falling in love with him.... could she? What was it to feel love anyway? Was this the strange emotion coarsing throughout his entire being? No answer laid within his grasp and a deep sort of frustration overcame him, nearly seperating the baron from the present because of his want to understand. However, the fatal's vocals pulled him back to reality, causing brow to cock in curiousity at her while soft chuckles disguised what he was really thinking. Why was his inability to read her mind good for her? What was she thinking? At that instant, Zeth wished he could read minds, but alas, knew very well that having such a power would spoil him and that it would eventually become something he despised. Bicep flexed in reaction to her teasing question, eyebrows wagging in a joking manner. Lets just say I'm one of those cases where what you see is not what you get. Chuckles escape then and the finger of his right hand prodded her gently in the side, a playful grin upon guise while dome cocked, displaying his curiousity about something. What is it you are thinking that you wouldn't want me to know, Faerie? Am I hideous to behold? Or perhaps I have something on my face which you are too nice to tell me about? Lyrics jest brightly, smile widening as he waits for her reply, arm squeezing her tighter to him once in a friendly gesture.
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Post by delusive on Feb 3, 2010 16:30:12 GMT -5
Yes, Faerie was in some deep trouble here, trouble of falling and drowning... Again. She feared it, don't get her wrong, but she wanted to embrace it, wanted to know he had the same feelings, wanted to know that it wasn't just her being foolish. She wanted to be foolish, wanted him to never move away, but she dreaded the moment when he would, when she'd be left cold and shivering, left to deal with herself again. Still, she couldn't find any part of her that wanted to move away or on, she was stuck on him, wantingto believe none of that was possible. She felt his light poke to her side and she couldn't help but jump some, a soft giggle surpressed. Eyes ran over him and listened to his words. "What you see is not what you get..." was that a hint for her to realize that what she was now delighting all about was impossible? She didn't think that was what he meant to say at all, and in fact she got the joke, but her smile was forced. He was too good for her... She let out a sigh and tried to get it out of her mind, but it wouldn't leave. She still didn't pull away, because at least she could bask in this little moment right? Until reality set in and everything was back to normal like usual. She took a deep breath and shrugged. No... not stuff like that, far from anything of the sort. She pulled away for a moment, just enough so that her gaze could catch those ice blues again. Did he want to know what she thought? She'd tell him, just so it was off her chest, out in the open air... She'd give him a head start to start running now. More like how your eyes make shivers run all up and down my spine, how they make it hard to look away, how everything about you is perfect, how I feel about you... How I fear let down is soon to come, how, no matter how hard I try, I can't avoid it. Her voice was near to a whisper and she glanced over at him, waiting for a response, waiting for him to get up and leave, waiting for him to smack the nonsense out of her, waiting for him to break her heart in any way he could, waiting for him to try and be such a gentleman he seemed to be, waiting for him to still try and find out a way to put a let down nicely for her. She might be able to live with it, might be able to keep from losing all sanity as long as he at least stayed. She waited for him to pull away and to push her away. She was so ready for let down, so ready for hurt...
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 3, 2010 19:39:15 GMT -5
Smile slowly fell as he saw the lass was not sharing in his play, but rather appeared to be rather depressed all of the sudden, sending the bloke into confusion and leaving him wondering what he could have done wrong this time. Pools continued to watch her after she finished speaking the first reply, arm falling from shoulders once the lady shifted away from him. As those deep doe eyes turned to look at him, a part of Zeth basked in the gaze, but yet the male reminded himself that lingering off into a foreign land would not help the situation at current. Pair searched hers, again trying to understand what it was that had suddenly weighed so heavily upon the essa's mind before she could explain. Facade remained passive while the soft lyrics entered the air, the man having to strain to hear them over the suddenly rapid beating of his heart. Inside, emotions swirled and mingled in werid ways in which they never had. It was as if there were butterflies within his abdomen that would not hault their busy fluttering for anything. Slowly, after a slow pause, the bloke finally stirred up the courage to react, hand lifting to brush fingers against her cheek gently in a backward motion, palm coming to rest finally as it cupped her face in its rather large grasp. A soft, content sigh escaped and the beginnings of a grin tugged at the edges of his lips in unrepressable joy. Then, the baron did something that he had never done before for it was a bit out of character for him. G`rzeth leaned forward and kissed the fea one the lips gently, holding onto the connection for a moment before breaking it off and pulling is crown away so liquids could see into hers. Do I need to tell you again Faerie? I will take you with me. Whether we go to my house or where ever you wish to travel, I will go with you. I will not go until you tell me to and even then I will be reluctant to leave. Is it so hard to believe? I don't know what it is I feel for you, but it's foreign to me and Ive never felt like this before. Whatever it is, it makes me not want to leave you. That is really the reason why I am not ready to go to sleep. I have never been able to talk to anyone like I have been able to talk with you and it soothes me. My restlessness is gone, but I know that it would return if I left your presance. Look was sensere and guise had turned serious as the first words had escaped the lord's mouth, loosing the giddy smile with some effort. As confident as he had been while speaking, strangly enough the duke was now apprehensive and frankly frightened that perhaps he had been too open, too free with his speech. But, if she turned away, dismissed whatever his emotions were and rejected wanting to be around him anymore if he felt such a way about her, did he really want to be near to the fatal anylonger? Well, of coarse he did, but it would certainly leave him without anything to gain and, maybe, his heart to loose.
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Post by delusive on Feb 4, 2010 17:38:44 GMT -5
He was doing nothing wrong, it was just how Faerie thought. Her reactions were trained differently now, her trust instinct was not what it once was. She took a deep breath and wondered if the silence was a bad sign. What he did though put her in utter shock, and yet she was thrilled, hardly able to believe it. As his lips were planted on hers she couldn't bare the fact at pulling away, but she knew better, and he had already pulled away, leaving her breathless as her cheeks turned a rosy red again, an excitement coursing throughout her body. She had been kissed before, heck, she had done things she should have never done, things she regreted, but his kiss was far from the chills she got once in a while when Matt used to kiss her. Did he mean it though? Did he feel this way? Was it just her, making this all up? No, what she felt was real, She just had to hope he felt the same way. She listened to his every word and kept her gaze on his before she inched just a tad closer to him. She believed him, but she was still so scarred from the past of hers she had. He wasn't leaving her... Didn't want to leave her.... He felt something when it came to her, was it possibly the equivalant to what she felt right now? What did he feel? She wanted to know, but knew there was no way to ever really be sure about how he felt when he was with her. She leaned her head into his chest and took a long breath. Don't leave then. Stay here tonight. Okay, so yes, usually when it came to that suggestion, the thought of a guy and girl sharing a bed for the night made people think wrong things were about to come around, but she truly didn't think Zeth was going to be like any average guy, and she wanted his company, his presence, his warmth; she was greedy. She waited for some reply, her lips still tingling from his single kiss. The kiss that made it feel like her first kiss should have. She wanted to ask him to do it again, to not pull away so quickly, but she pushed the greedy thought away, for she was fine being right here close to him, and at the moment it was all that mattered. She didn't want to feel so lonely again, didn't want lonesome heartbreaks to haunt her again in the night. She almost held her breath in anticipation for his next lyri.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 4, 2010 21:43:43 GMT -5
Soft grin lifted features as the lady moved closer to him, almost seeming hesitant although the small action soothed any worries such a thing would have rose within the male. Thumb continued to caress the smooth skin along the lass's cheek and chin line in slow, easy strokes, a mixture of their warm breaths dancing across the flesh the covered the rather slender bones that made up his extremity. Palm was forced to move as the essa leaned against his chest, one arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other crossed over her lap and encircled her completely. Chin moved to rest upon to top of his companion's skull, bodice shifting slightly to where the maiden was so close she was almost seating on his lap. Hands could not seem to hold still for not seconds later, the one nearest to her neck began petting her hair lightly while the other moved up and down the fea's lean side, lids fluttering over bleached duo as a soft sigh was released. G`rzeth now felt more at ease than he had before, having gotten what he had been wanting, nay needing, out into the open. Did Faerie's reaction differ from the one he had been expecting to get? Yes, of coarse. How could it not? He had expected her to remain reserved in her feelings when it came to him, no matter how she truely felt. After all, heartbreak was not exacally something one would open their organ to whenever they had experienced the side effects multiple times before, but she had not really done so. Sure she didnt say flat out what she felt, neither had he, yet it was still understood that she was in accordance with him. Hands stopped after the damsel spoke, suggesting that he stay there to sleep rather than retire to the couch. Crown pulled away slightly and instead, face was pressed into her hair, the baron inhaling deeply the oxygen he needed and the sweet smell of the girl. Zeth wanted to stay there. Wanted to not have to leave her side and be there when she awoke, but yet his teeth still rolled the inner tissue of his lower lip between their rows, trying to decide what to do. It was not a question of whether he wanted to or not; it was a question or whether or not he should do it. What if he snored in his sleep and woke her up? What if he drooled, as he occasionally was prone to do when extreamely tired? Would it not be awkward for her to learn all these very specific things about him while they slept in the same bed? What if this was moving too fast? Would he be able to stop himself from taking advantage of the situation and of her? Torso leaned away and eyes searched for her's, hating that he was making her wait for a reply which also probably gave her the wrong impression. Once pools met, the drake was unable to tell her that he thought it was not the best idea to sleep side by side yet. Shades closed over pair and chin was directed downward for a few seconds in exhasperation before gaze rose again and met the warm look of the dame. I don't know what to say Faerie. I want to, I do, but sometimes I can be.... unpredictable. It's kind of a side effect of my ability. It's like there is almost two parts inside of me. Most of the time, the human is in control, but sometimes the other half takes charge, for reasons I don't know, and it's hard to judge what will happen. I could never hurt you in either form, but I haven't been around many women. Apprehensive voids stared at her, shifting back and forth rapidly as they searched her features for a sign that she understood. A few seconds later, the bloke let out a sigh and leaned in towards her, lyrics emitting in a muffled way from parted lips. Decide for me. I'll stay if you tell me to again.
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Post by delusive on Feb 5, 2010 23:46:58 GMT -5
This closeness was so perfect. It was everything she ever wanted, company without the one sided ways, and something else seemed to be brewing just at the surface. She kept herself still and relaxed, his breath so close and calming. The warmth was so perfect and she didn't think she ever wanted to leave his arms. As he pulled away to meet her gaze, she saw the hesitation and the desire and watched as he feuded it out with himself. She'd respect him if the reason for hesitation was simply him trying to be a gentleman, him trying not to push it, but anything else might hurt just a tad. She glanced up at him and listened a smile on her face as she shook her head. He wouldn't disturb her, she slept sound as a rock and besides, she doubted he'd ever be the one to pull moves on her that she didn't want. He was different from others and perhaps that was what made her trust him so much. Besides, she doubted any moves he'd try to put on her would be against her will. She knew there was no possible way to scoot closer unless she planned on sitting on his lap, so instead she just tilted her head closer to his. You aren't going to bother me, you know. I sleep like the dead, it takes a loud alarm to wake me up. If anyone would ever snore it might be her, but usually only whenshe was sick or too deep in sleep, which was very rare. She met his ice blue occs and took a deep breath, admitting how she felt, telling him there was nothing to fear. Besides, I trust you. It had been quite a while since she had ever said those words and actually meant them. That was worth quite alot when it came to Faerie, for her trust was usually hard to gain now a days. She didn't think he'd hurt her, didn't think he'd do something she didn't like, didn't think that he would get to close for comfort. Heck, she wanted him close; he had not one think to ever worry about. She loved his arms around her and she was starting to believe she'd feel withdrawn and cold when he pulled away and left the room. She leaned her forehead lightly on his shoulder as she thought it through. Ask him again? How easy it was to ask it again, but was she forcing him, did he actually not want it? No, utter foolishness to ever think that, he just said he didn't want to leave, just admitted his feelings. Her breath was just on his ear and she spoke ever so softly. Stay... Please stay. She should have added an unless you don't want to, but she thought he did want to and if he hadn't he would say so, besides, perhaps she was to selfish huh? She waited for another response, hoping he wouldn't keep her in suspense for too much more longer.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 8, 2010 22:47:43 GMT -5
Chin lifted, depths gazing at the fea with emotions swimming amongst the bleached blue that were indescribable. She had explained why he should not have to be so worried about sleeping with her, and for that, he was grateful. The bloke had yet to have someone trust him and a warm sort of feeling spread throughtout his being when the fatal told him she trusted him. It ment she was not afraid of the beast inside of him as he had at first expected her to be. Suddenly, G`rzeth truely was able to appreciate how rare of a person Faerie was. Who could look at a man calmly as he told them that at any given time he could change into a nearly uncontrolable dragon? Certainly it was not a common occurance and the male was sure for others it was the sort of thing which made them run in the opposite direction, yet the girl had moved closer in any way possible. With every action she made it all the more impossible for him to leave her! Despite all of this, however, one thing kept nagging at the back of his mind. She has yet to say stay. Wait for that answer, then make the decision to stay or go. Mind was determined now, even if the heart was ready to relenquish every reason why he should sleep on the couch. Position shifted slightly when the lass laid her head upon his shoulder, facade turning downward to watch her smooth cheek while she seemed to be conjuring up speech again. Stature was still as stone when her temple lifted from his collar bone and the warm breath teased his skin, sending chills along his spine which made hairs stand on end, but not because he was cold. After her words were out, the baron finally made a move, cheek sliding against her's and lips barely brushing the prominant bone as he leaned away just enough to see the maiden's mask. Bright orbs met mocha as quickly as they could, a small smile shining at her before lids shut again and he leaned in to kiss her softly. You didn't even have to say please. Lyrics tease lightly, pair again watching the damsel from slightly rugged made guise, but this time they were nervingly close, so close that when he did speak, kissers had grazed against the surface of her flesh while hands moved to grasp her head between them lightly. Forehead finally leaned against hers, shades drifting closed, a serene contentment settling over him.
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Post by delusive on Feb 9, 2010 0:19:13 GMT -5
No, she never once thought of it as something to fear, to fear the fact he was half beast and might one day just shift at random into a fearsom dragon. No, that didn't bug her at all, just made her ever more curious about him, about what made a shift happen and how it happened let alone how such genes were passed on. But none of it really mattered now, she was far too wrapped up in this moment. She was in a perfect world right now, where everything was perfect, where he was right here, and she felt so in sync, so in sync with him. Eyes met his and at his words she jst gave a quick smile. His kisses distracted her, made her float on cloud nine, and just the brush of their skin made the hair on her back stand up and made it hard to breathe, feeling as though electricity were surging through her body. She welcomed the fact that he was so close, and she stayed there, almost wanting to speak herself again so that lips did brush, but she didn't, because before long he was moving closer, forehead resting on hers, his eyes closing as he seemed to feel just what she did: relief and happiness. She took a deep breath and spoke. I thought I'd be a lady. She smirked some, sitting there patiently. Yes, laying down right now did seem comfortable, but she could sit like this for hours, as lonf as it was with him, as long as he was right here, so close so he could erase all her fears and problems, so he could make her heart fly.... Was it mad to feel all of this at the same time? Mad to feel such shocks, after all... This was still technically day one and she had gotten farther with this man than she had gotten with friends she'd known for years. She trusted him, and she needed and craved his company already. She inhaled, taking in his scent; even that was perfect, at least to her it was. She didn't know what else was to be said, she didn't know if she had much more to say, she just wanted to take in this moment with him, and so she too let lids close.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 9, 2010 22:30:59 GMT -5
One side of mouth lifted in a half smile at her retort, a soft sigh causing chest to rise and fall before the bloke finally mustered up the energy to lean away, shades lifting again to look at the lass. Another thing Im not used to. Lyrics joke as thumb moves along her cheek bone, a light silence settling upon them for a moment as the pair sat there, both wanting to move, but neither wanting to be the one to break away from the other to do so. Eventually, G`rzeth let his hands fall from her guise, palms instead moving to grasp the maiden's waist while the he adjusted his body, unfolding legs from beneath him and letting them drape over the edge of the bed. Torso moved inward, lips pressing to her temple and muscles flexing to pull femine figure next to his. After kissing the exposed skin beside her hair line, the bloke reluctantly shifted away and streched out a bit awkwardly upon the matress, unsure eyes glancing back at Faerie. Are you tired at all? He questioned gently, really for lack of better things to say or ask rather than out of real curiousity. He would attempt sleep if she slept and he would also stay up if that was what Faerie wanted. The drake didn't care either way, he knew now without doubt that she would be at his side during either or. The what ifs started to push at the boundries of his mind, but the man refused to recongize the pressure and soon it abated, focus remaining upon the vixen while he waited paitently for her next move. He expected that she would join him, but there was always the chance that his desire was not seconded by the lady. She could prefer to sit up rather than lay across the bed, he really didn't know and now felt a little sheepish that he had instantly thought she would do what he did.
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Post by delusive on Feb 9, 2010 23:41:11 GMT -5
She was used to none of this, none of this being cared about, none of this consideration that he gave her... Sure she had recieved love back... Perhaps not mutual love, but now she felt she got it back, felt that his feelings were mutual like hers and that it wasn't his goal to hurt her. She watched as he pulled away and moved only to lay down. He didn't need to tug at her or pull at all, because as he laid out across the bed she too moved, laying down upon the matress right next to him. There was no possible way she could not join him. His question struck her and she had to think about it. Was she tired? She was a bit, but she didn't know if she wanted to sleep just yet, in fact she was somewhat fearing that when she woke up he might be gone. Perhaps it was all just a dream and she didn't want to fall from this moment. Not now. She shrugged before shaking her head and speaking. No, not really... She moved closer to him, taking in his body heat once more as she wondered if there was a reason he was asking it for, perhaps he was tired. Are you? Perhaps he was, and if so she'd try to make herself find the peacefulness she needed to sleep. A sigh released as she closed her eyes a moment, only to open them and have them run over his frame and finally over to his occs. It seemed so hard to believe that she met him, that he was here, and that he had all her trust. Everything was hard to take in about this day, but he was here and that was all that mattered, all that made her heart race. She felt something rather flirtatious awaken in her, something perhaps too playful, and yet she couldn't stop from letting lips move towards his and giving a rather, for now, kiss. Just being so close made her pulse race and made her feel that electric feel run up her spine. She reluctantly pulled away from him so she could let gaze find his as she found a smirk coming to her face. I'm far from tired now. She whispered, waiting for some kind of response, crossing her fingers that it would not be a bad one, one that no matter how well inteded would somehow hurt her inside. Eyes held nothing but playfullness and something that might seem far too mushy for most to notice.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 10, 2010 23:12:03 GMT -5
Arms closed around her as the fatal joined him before speaking, bright, alert, cobalt pair staring affectionately down at facade. Shoulders lifted in a quick shrug, having expected the return question to have followed his own. Heck, he would have asked the same thing. It was kind of an expected thing that one would worry if the other was what they were asking. No, I'm not tired yet. Vocals reply with a smile, muscles flexing as the bloke pulled her slightly closer. It was a foreign thing for him to hold a girl and at first, he certainly thought it would be a rather awkward newbie experience with him doing all the wrong things, but all of it felt natural now. There was no strangeness in the situation, only contentment and emotions a bit more elated than contentment. Orbs continued to watch her as shades closed over chocolate depths, then were exposed again and moved over him as if not believeing he was really there. Lips twitched gently with amusement and one side lifted in a crooked grin when their depths met again and the lass learned he had been observing her actions the entire time. Zeth kissed her back readily as she leaned closer, forcing himself to not tighten his hold in doing so. There was no need to make the damsel feel pressured with kissing him longer and more frequently. Nor did he need to be sure she wouldn't leave his side for she had made it quite clear that she was far from doing such. Still, the urge was there and it was damn near distracting to fight it. When Faerie pulled away, the bloke was left rather conflicted. Happy and satisfied, yet unsatisfied at the same time. Decidingly, the lad pressed his body and face closer to hers, allowing breath to be directed downwards between them as lids shut and a smile crossed features. Deep chuckles escaped through the slit in his lips and vision refocused upon the vixen. I'm feeling a little too curious to go to sleep now and have you to blame for that. Tunes teased playfully while a sigular hand caressed her back in smooth, nearly unconcious motions, fingertips brushing along the fabric of her shirt just barely at times and palm covering more surface area at others.
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Post by delusive on Feb 11, 2010 16:53:12 GMT -5
She really wouldn't have minded his holding her tighter and closer, in fact she would have welcomed it, yet it seemed he was being ever so careful with her when he needed not to. Sure she was shy, and rather quiet, but she know how to speak up for herself when she wanted to, and she knew she probably never would with him. She felt like she trusted him one hundred and one percent. Stupid? Perhaps, after all, her trust was what made her so silent now... But he was ever so different, seeming so innocent compared to others, heck, even compared to her. He was far too much a gentleman to hurt her, no matter what he was, he was still just Zeth, always would be just Zeth. Perfect Zeth... and imperfect Faerie... Oh well, he took her for what she was right? He was here and that was all it took to make her cheer up, all it would ever take. A smirk came on her lips as he finally pressed closer, body and all, making a warm jitter run all throughout her body. His touch was enough to send chills up and down her spine, though they were a good kind of chill. She let out a soft breath, letting her breath intermingle with his as she listened to his teasing words. She chuckled some herself and leaned the tiniest bit closer. That's a good thing. She couldn't help but let her own arms move around his neck. Sure at first it felt a bit awkward doing such, but one she felt his wamrth again and she felt his touch, everything was simply perfect, better than perfect if that was possible. One thing that was different about him was the fact that he could simply make her feel like this by doing ever so little. Oh, don't get her wrong, Matt and Cole certainly made her feel chills and tingles, but they were different... They had to work to achieve it, but all it took was a simply stroke of a finger or a gaze in the eyes and she was feeling this sensation all over. I don't know what it is you do to me Zeth... Her statement was like a question that really didn't expect an answer, and she didn't need him to think of even answering it. She pulled herself closer to his body, pressing hers just against his, vontent for the time being in his warmth.
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Post by Lonestar on Feb 12, 2010 13:51:37 GMT -5
Smile spreads wide across features at the soft retort the fatal provided to his statement, arms wrapping around his neck seconds later. Unable to contain it any longer, arms pull her tight against him, nostrils sucking in a deep breath of air while the tip of his nose moves to press against the exposed skin along her neck. The position is held while again the fea's words enter's his lobes, causing a warm, tingling sensation to spread through his body from his abdomen. Briefly, hold loosens and head leans away, bleached pair again searching to meet the essa's with a soft expression on facade. I don't know either. Does the unknown make you afraid usually? I know it does to some people. It was that way for me coming to the city, but not with this. Not with you. Lyrics confess, wondering silently what she was feeling and wishing slightly he had a superhuman power as she had mechioned a while ago and could feel what she did. Another thought crept its way into the male's mind, giving him an idea and causing arms to tighten temporarily as if in a hug. Do you need to change before retiring to bed? I wish to settle beneath the sheets and not move until morning. But, if you dont mind, I don't exacally usually fall asleep clad in jeans. In his own, indirect way, the bloke had asked permission to strip down to his boxers in which he usually slept and also in the process told her of what he hoped to do for the rest of the night. He felt slightly like a idiot asking her as he had, but he truely didnt know how this sort of thing worked. Naivity on the subject brought certain challenges and awkward moments along with the lack of knowledge. G`rzeth felt like an inexperienced child and worried that Faerie would change her mind about him. After all, what woman wanted a man who didn't know what he was doing? Especially if he was older than her as Zeth was to the maiden. Silently, he cursed his decision to stay hold up in the cabin out in the woods for his entire life and wished he didnt have to go through what he was going through now. It didnt seem fair that he had so little to offer the lass and he didnt expect her to help him, but he wanted her to. Something was there between them and the baron didn't want to learn the ways of normal life with anyone else besides the damsel that lay in his arms right then.
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Post by delusive on Feb 12, 2010 23:53:39 GMT -5
She was ever so over-joyed as he pulled her closer. Something ran through her body and she was glad he pulled her closer, wished he might pull her even tighter to him, but for now she would deal with this, enjoy the moment she was living. Was she afraid of the unknown? In a way, she never thought of it... so that meant she wasn't, right? She shrugged and just let out a sigh. I'm not sure, but I'm far from afraid of this. She took in his warmth, took in him... eyes meeting his as she listened to his next words. Was that his way of asking if it was okay to discard some clothes? Did he really think she was terrified at the thought of him in his boxers, if anything that thought was just the opposite. She smirked some and nodded, pulling away just a tad. My bad, of course you can take them off. I'll be back anyhow. She reluctantly got up for a minute, walking away from him, letting him change or strip without her seeing if that was what he wanted, though to be honest it was hard not to look. She quickly retreated to the bathroom, grabbing a far too large shirt for her. Normally she would have went with just that and underwear, but even though she trusted him, she was going to throw on the pj pants as well. Why? Because she didn't want to seem like she was throwing herself out there. She was far from wanting to do that, though it was quite hard to decide to wear them. What if he took her extra coverings defensive? No... she wouldn't think he'd think of her any diferently either way, and she was going to wear the pants, simply because it was chilly anyhow, though the more she thought about it the more she went to counter argue with herself that the less clothing the more excuse she had to cuddle up next to him. She was going to be good though, going to behave herself, or at least as much as he behaved himself. She walked into the room, sure he was done by now, making a straight line for the bed yet veering some towards him as she moved to tackle him to the bed almost, a smile still upon her facade.
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