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Post by panther on Jun 16, 2009 19:20:53 GMT -5
Bodies pressed closer, warmth, radiating from them.
She had forgotten to breath for the entire duration, and as they broke apart, her chest heaved from deprivation. She looked up at him, uncertain, and mildly blown away. One hand pressed to her cheek, the other looped over to her waist. She tried to stifle the fact that the action itself made her heart skip and her breath catch. She shivered, not from the cold though. A kiss pressed to her hot forehead.
She chewed her lip s uncertainly took root once more. But she pushed it roughly aside. Huffing slightly, she shoved his shoulder, pressing him back to the mattress, then she snuggled in beside him. A few shaky breaths exited her body, her chest staggered with their release. She took a quick glance up at him.
“mmm… well…” She cleared her throat, “Can I, we sleep now? Else we’re not going to see Fyg for a long while…” She changed the subject quickly. Not really wanting to think about what she had done, or the consequences of. Not now, not right now. She wanted sleep. She yawned, aptly timed displaying her point. “Night’ll be here soon, if it’s not already, and Danask hates it when she is awake and I am not…” She told him. “And as long as I can sleep, there’s room enough for you here.” She said, clearing her throat. She felt suddenly very vulnerable. Exposed, and all she wanted to do, was withdraw.
Scorch it. She was a fool.
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Post by Xennai on Jun 16, 2009 21:50:36 GMT -5
Her reaction made him feel…it was unexplainable. He felt warm and delighted and happy and excited all at once. But he especially felt that softness, that soft feeling that had taken him over. All because of her. Alder shuddered lightly.
He was shoved down to his back on the couch and she cuddled against his side. Alder let it happen, content with her calling the shots right now. Such as they were. He sighed, arm coming about her, pressing her close to him. He glanced down at her as she spoke, making a noise of agreement.
“Of course,” he murmured. He stroked her face, fingers shifting through her hair. Shards, Danae was such an interesting woman. Alder was excited to figure her out, to figure out her facets and ticks and conundrums. He cleared his throat softly, twirling a strand of her hair about his finger. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I can stay if you want—you’re right, your couch is big enough for the both of us—but if you don’t want me to…I can go to my Dig…”
He chewed his lip. He really didn’t want to leave. He really didn’t. He was enjoying her warmth and her sweet way of breathing and the way she seemed to fit so well against him. He didn’t want to sleep with her—didn’t want to be intimate with her, to clarify—but he did want to stay. Was that messed up of him? Alder hoped not. He hoped to Faranth not.
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Post by panther on Jun 17, 2009 6:19:34 GMT -5
She sighed, it was neither content, nor dismayed or troubled. But it was that, she relaxed, or tried to, despite that rigid feeling of guilt and foolishness that crept up from the base of her spine. She stifled a yawn as she curled in a little closer at his encouragement.
As he spoke, the fingers trailing through her hair helped her relax, and slowly zone out. She began to fade in and out of her consciousness. She looked up at him, sleepy and unimpressed that he seemed intent to talk. “I’ll not call your shots for you Bronze handler,” She shook her head against him, “If you don’t want to stay then don’t. But just so as you know? I’m rather comfortable here.” She said, her hand idly stroking at the material of his shirt, before she realised what she was doing. She was far too tactile at the best of times. She would play with anything that was within her touch, and she really shouldn’t. It was not a good habit, especially in situations like this. Instead she settled her hand, flat against him. Not giving her fingers the option.
Then an implication hit her. Shards, this was his first rest time here, and, well… He was in her bed, not back at his own digs. “If… If you want to be with Aldesk, you can go,” she pointed out. She’d hate to not be so close to Danask, at any point. But she was already drifting off to sleep. Her eyes shut, her mind not really present any longer. She’d ignore the confusion, the lack of thought on her behalf until the morrow, until she could be bothered to think about the consequences of what she’d done.
He'd be normal. Right? Alder was a womanising cad. Surely he'd know that a kiss meant nothing... right? Because it didn't. It honestly didn't... or so she was gradually convincing herself.
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Post by Xennai on Jun 17, 2009 20:17:24 GMT -5
Alder laughed softly, snuggling the woman closer to his side. She was warm, soft and very, very real which belied his theory that this was a dream. It all felt rather surreal, all of it. The fact that he'd arrived here, met Fyg and Danae and then...all this. And all he was feeling. He almos wished it was a dream, but knew that this reality had possibilities, something he looked forward to most eagerly.
"Mmm." Her content sleepiness was affecting him now, slipping through his pores to infect his blood and muscle. Eyelids drooped and he settled down further in her couch, less propped up and more laying down. The furs and pillows seemed to accept him, embrace him, and he settled down further. "I'm fine here..."
Alder felt Danae slip off to sleep before him. Her breaths evened out and a peace seemed to steal over her features. Alder watched her for a few moments, before sleep claimed him too, drawing down lids and making breath come soft and even. His last thought before slumber overtook him was that things were going to change now. He could feel it. He just didn't know how.
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