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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 1:54:08 GMT -5
"We can stop, if you'd prefer. Or...we can go on." His fingers traced the curve of her spine.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 2:40:11 GMT -5
She shivered, shutting her eyes tightly. When she opened them, nothing had changed. He was still there, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. Gods, she didn't know what to say. She looked into his face, licking her lips. "N-not just yet, I don't think," she replied. "Perhaps just a little more."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:43:25 GMT -5
"A little," he agreed. He finally tugged her off the chair and onto the bed with him, then laid her down gently. "Well, you can unlace yourself, if you'd like, or me."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 15:36:46 GMT -5
She looked up at him, smiling. "I'm at the disadvantage, here. You've not removed a single thing." Still, her hands went slowly to the laces holding shut her breeches, fumbling with them a bit before they were loosened.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 15:58:48 GMT -5
He took his shirt off while she did, the stitches on his arm and back only two of perhaps fifteen old wounds. He gently puts his hand in the opening of her breeches and tugs down. "There, now we're almost even," he chuckles.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 16:18:09 GMT -5
Her eyes took in his bare chest, marred here and there by scars. She reached out and traced one, darting back only when he tugged down her breeches. There was another moment of panic as she looked down at herself, but her courage rallied again. "Almost," she agreed, sitting up to tug on his laces as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:22:06 GMT -5
She gets a good way before he has to roll over to help her finish the job, and while he's up he helps her remove hers too. She feels a shiver as the cold air is on her skin, and for what may be the first time sees a man naked outside of a medical book. He crawls to her side and kisses her again. "Beautiful."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 16:48:21 GMT -5
They were both naked, and she found herself staring. Of course reality was different than woodcuts in old books. She touched him again as he kissed her, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling the taut skin over the muscle beneath. She shivered again, not from the cold this time. "It's cold," she muttered, trying to draw him closer to her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:53:24 GMT -5
He doesnt need too much encouragement, and pulls her tightly against him, so close she feels his manhood pressed against her belly. He wraps them in a warm fur. "Are you ready, then, Arania?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 17:12:15 GMT -5
She was hyperaware of his body against hers, especially there. "Ready for what?" she asked, tracing the correct anatomical names for everything on his bare chest above her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 17:13:57 GMT -5
"What usually comes next." He looks down at her hand. "Are those words you're writing?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 17:33:37 GMT -5
She stopped, embarrassed. "Might be." She knew what he had meant, only stalling for a bit more time. She was nervous, still.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 17:35:44 GMT -5
He laughed at that; it makes him look much less imposing because his laugh is curiously high pitched. "What are you writing, then?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 17:52:08 GMT -5
"That is a secret," she said, hardly thinking he would appreciate her rattling off a list of body parts, using only the most esoteric of names. She grinned. "I like your laugh." She kissed him again, suddenly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 18:10:07 GMT -5
"Mmm.." he is surprised at her growing boldness and playfulness; her earlier clinical approach melting fast it seems. His hand slides gently between her legs to warm her up for the ride.
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