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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 11:34:20 GMT -5
Arania found she was shaking. She put aside her glass before it broke between her hands. "Not just a conquest," she answered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 11:43:08 GMT -5
"You're not a notch on a belt," he said, pulling her into him gently but firmly. "I got to crown you my queen of love and beauty on the only field that really counts in the end."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 12:02:29 GMT -5
She was pressed against him, and not really averse to being there. "I suppose you did. You didn't have to follow us. Or anything." She touched his face, reaching up to his scruffy dark hair. "I'm grateful you did."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:34:10 GMT -5
"Well..." He seems at a loss for words for a moment. "I had to follow you; I'd never look anyone in the eyes again if I hadn't. I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner..."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 12:47:07 GMT -5
"You got there soon enough." She studied his face. "Thank you." She kissed his mouth again, very quickly, feeling very forward as she did so.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:50:22 GMT -5
He looks surprised himself, but holds her just a bit closer. "I hope it doesn't hurt too bad," then kisses her properly, keeping the movement of his tongue very light.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 13:05:14 GMT -5
She let him kiss her, forcing down her doubts and fears. It was strange, she thought, to be kissed this way, but oddly pleasant. Before long she got up the courage to kiss him back, her arms going up and around his neck.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:07:52 GMT -5
He lets loose a low moan as her tongue plays inside his mouth, and the tension from the previous day vanishes in a hurry. He winces as his back stretches against his stitches but he ignores it. His hand moves to her chest and kneads through her shirt.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 13:19:26 GMT -5
She gasped when his hands found her small breasts through the shirt. There were no layers of shift and stays and gown to protect her, just the thin fabric between his hand and her skin. It was a struggle for her not to recoil, to run from the room and from him, but she stayed, kissing him, letting him touch her, breath beginning to quicken.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:23:42 GMT -5
He feels her gasp and regards her with concern a moment before continuing. One of his hands finds her delicate one and places it on his chest, then resumes exploring the top of her body. "You're safe with me.'
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 13:41:04 GMT -5
She nodded, "I know, or I'd have gone." She tugged her shirt up from where it was tucked into the breeches, looking slyly at him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:05:06 GMT -5
Arania may believe that, but her track record of feeling safe and actually being safe is a pretty one sided affair. Nonetheless, she can feel reasonably comfortable in this decision. Kal's face changes to surprise as the heretofore shy and skittish girl makes such a bold move. "Well, then..." He swallows a dry lump in his throat suddenly and finishes the job. Arania's breasts may be small, but her skin is smooth and pale and he bends his head to kiss her belly.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 19, 2012 19:57:46 GMT -5
(I meant that she untucked it, and invited him to touch her, not that she bared all before him! Oh well, I can roll with it.)
She watched him look at her, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she was doing, what a risk she was taking, but she threw caution to the wind. Was it the right decision? Perhaps not, but his kisses were as gentle and persuasive on her stomach as they were on her mouth. She touched his hair again, first with one hand, then both, running her fingers through his unruly locks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 0:41:02 GMT -5
ooc: Kal has a bit of give an inch, take a mile in him.
His mouth moves to her breasts, and sensations she's never felt flood through Arania's body. He moves his head back up to her and puts her hands down onto his hips. "You're beautiful..."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 1:02:27 GMT -5
"I'm glad you think so," she muttered, blushing to be standing in front of him so exposed. Every inch of her skin where he had touched seemed to be on fire. She touched his hips gingerly, not sure what to do next. She thought of medical textbooks, manuals, the books that had explained to her curious mind how things worked, but realized she still knew nothing.
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