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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 3:12 pm
Agaio glanced up at Lura as she spoke and instantly regretted it. She was gorgeous, and peering at him with worried curiosity that made him want to hold her, tell her everything was better, kiss her and touch her.
Augh!
He scowled down at his leg, carefully massaging it. "I'm fine." He muttered gruffly, afraid that if he spoke anything more complex, it would somehow turn into a 'kiss me, that will warm me up.' There was a ring around his left calf that was blue and numb. The rest of him was probably just cold...but this...this was worrisome.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 9:27 pm
He was being stubborn again. She sighed, gracefully getting up and walking to the fire place, making a small fire. THe light fumed and filled the whole room, the soft glow, she tried not to notice, reflected on Agaio's body perfectly. She made a soft small squirm as she squated there, curling her legs close, almost fetal. "There, that is better." she took a small piece of wood that blazed with the flames and took it from the fire. She walked it over to him, care full with the flames as to not burn either of them.
"You're just being stubborn, now hold still," she would be nice, she owed him that much...and she slowly realized that she wanted to be nice. Wow this was confusing. She took her hand and put it over the fire, kneeling before him, grasping it, burning her hand. She made a soft gasp of discomfort before she took her hand from the now embered wood. She took her now burnt and slowly healing hand and placed it on Agaio's leg.
Lura's theory had been right, having her hand burnt had steamed any ice enough to turn it to steam. So from her fingers came warm steam, envelping the numb ring around his calf. Her healing went to work, the steam slowly became liquid, and she used her free hand to morph it around his leg. She was touching him, so close, to intimate, she wouldn't look up at his face.
"Does anything else hurt?" she asked, focusing on his knee, not letting her eyes wander up or down. She was then aware just how strange a possition she was in right now. Kneeling before Agaio in a chair, practicaly caressing his bare leg, kneeling between his legs... in what little cloths she wore...
This was getting a little uncontrolable.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 1:30 pm
Agaio watched her distrustfully as she moved toward the fire. Even from behind, she was breath-taking.
Or maybe he was having trouble breathing because he was in pain and exhausted.
She turned, holding a flaming chunk of wood in her hands, and he was beautifully spared thinking about her for a few moments as he contemplated what in the world she was planning to do to him. She knelt before him, like a worshipper offering a sacrifice to her god, and then stuck her hand in the flame. She grunted in pain and he swore in alarm.
She took her hand and pressed it to his leg. Not surprisingly, it BURNED. He gasped in pain and writhed with discomfort as the healing steam scorched his leg. Then the healing kicked in and he momentarily went numb as hot and cold collided. She moved in closer, both hands working over his skin now. His grip on the sides of the chair loosened as the numbness was replaced by a satisfying tingle, beginning where her hands touched his skin and racing through him.
"Oh, wow..." He breathed as the high swept over him. His leg was healed now, and anything else that was wrong with him was quick to follow. Even the hair on his legs that her singeing had killed were replenished.
He swore, his voice thick with something between reverence and pleasure. "By the sages..." he murmured. "That felt incredible."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:59 pm
She was trying to keep it as painless as possible when he squirmed, then he calmed, and she knew her powers were doing their job. And what made it even more enjoyable was looking up at him as his thick voice made it through to her. Her healing powers felt incredible? She still had her hand on his leg, and she softly bit her lip. She wanted to feel powerless, "If you thought that was incredible," she said softly, letting her hand slip its way up his leg till it rested on top his thigh; using that as leverage she was able to slowly ease herself up toward him, slinking up between his legs. Her other hand was on the back of the chair behind him, "Wait till you see what other powers I have..." she said, her voice soft, seductive, her face close to his, her warm sweet breath warming his chilled nose. "Touch me? Kiss me?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 7:44 pm
He watched her curiously, eyebrows raised, as her hand travelled up his leg. He was about to say something snarky when she levered herself upward, moved closer, and gave him just the invitation he had been secretly dying for.
"I think I can handle that," He whispered, leaning up and kissing her lips breifly. He drew her into his lap and kissed her chin. "But can you?" He challenged her, his hand moving up her mostly-bare sides, touching her just as she had requested. "There isn't anyone here to stop me this time."
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:55 pm
His touch was addicting, she closed her eyes at the feel of his fingers on her skin, the sound of his voice. She smiled at his comment. "We'll see soon enough," and she lightly kissed his lower lip. She would go slow, tease, seduce; they had no rush, the night hours loomed a head of them. No one to hide from, nothing was stopping them. Why rush a good thing?
Her hand squeezed his thigh, she lifted her leg till her knee was on the chair between his legs. Using that as leverage she wrapped her other leg around his waist. She played with him, kissing his chin, his lower lip, her hand exploring his chest.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:23 pm
Agaio tried to remain stalwart and unmoving. But, boy, she was good. He rested his large hands rested on her hips, steadying her as she folded herself around him.
He wanted her to kiss him, so she took her time, teasing with her lips, her hand so wonderfully distracting.
Desire curled in his stomach. He grew impatient, kissed her lips.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:57 pm
His hands on her hips steadied her, and she was able to move enough to wrap her other leg around him till she straddled him. Her arms both draped over his shoulders as he took her lips in a kiss. She kept it soft, slow, deliberate, they need not rush.
She wove her fingers in his hair, gently massaged his neck and shoulders, rubbed her breasts against him as she moved. She wanted him to want her as much as she needed to feel loved.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 1:30 pm
She was determined to take her time. Agaio certainly wasn't used to taking anything slow. But she sure made it feel good. She pushed against him and he gave a low moan of desire. His hands now roamed her back, trying to find the way to get what little clothing she had on her off of her.
He gave up when they parted from the kiss and instead drew her up closer, running his lips over her chest. He pulled on her sorry excuse of a shirt to reveal one of her breasts. He ran his lips over her n****e, then drew away, kissed her lips again. His fingertips explored this new territory, gently probing, carressing her breast, searching for weaknesses.
He could play this game, too.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:26 pm
Damn you get what you give, she was swarmed with a flood of feelings that ran through her body from one tenderspot to another. His touch on her breasts made it worse...why did she want to go slow again? She wanted him, and wanted him now. How greatful she was to her wardrobe.
While he kissed her she slithered in his embrace, moving off of him backing away and sitting on the bed. Her hands went under her jet black hair and unclasped the restraints that held her dress to her body. It relaxed and fell away, every piece of her dress from her neck to her navel fell to her thighs. She gave a soft smile as she leaned to her side and fell against the bed, her head resting onher arm, her fingers curling to invite him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 8:07 pm
"So that's how you do it." Agaio chuckled, trying not to seem to excited. Her couldn't help admiring her. She was obnoxiously beautiful on a regular basis. But now, laying topless on her side, flirting openly with him, he figured he must have hit his head really hard and was now in the midst of a very naughty dream.
He pulled his cloak from his shoulders and let it fall against the chair as he stood. The last thing he wanted was to choke on his own cloak. He made the journey from his chair to the bed in a single step and knelt beside her. He nudged her onto her back and, bending over her, admiring her figure. "Is this how you want me to thank you for healing me?" He asked, his eyes glowing with pleasure. He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, which he cupped boldly in his hands. He moved to straddle her hips, slowly trailing kisses up her jaw. She was glorious.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:52 pm
"If that is what you wish..." she sighed, his touch made her heat, she let her legs rub against his, gently curling them around his. "Come here," she said suductivly, her hands took his shoulders and gently pulled him closer, close enough to arch up against him. She pressed her lips against the top of his head, arched her neck to him, reaching her collar bone toward him, she wanted to feel him touching her.
She wanted him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 7:01 pm
Now he took his time. His hands, his lips explored her. He massaged her sides as he trailed kisses down her chest, over her breast, bare and pale in the firelight. Soft, warm. Lust was a scent in the air, driving him on. He remembered when they had first met, compared it to the present, how she lay beneath him, moaning seductively, beckoning him further, baring herself to him, wanting him. A feeling of triumph flared through him. Her n****e was hard, perked, either from the cold or desire, he couldn't tell. He warmed her up, covered her n****e with his mouth and gently, provocatively, hungrily suckled her. His rough, calloused hands slid beneath her smooth back, arching her chest toward his mouth, supporting her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:12 pm
How could he do this? Make her feel like she was burning all over, and despite the burns have her dieing for more? Just turn up the heat. Then his mouth was on her. She nearly went crazy, and what killed her was that this...his lips, his toung, his mouth on her was nothing. Nothing like what would come next.
She could harldy contain herself. She arched for him, her hands at his shoudlers holding him down, keeping him closer. "Agaio...more, for the life of me - more."
(what do you want to do? continue or skip forward? totally up to you *nodnod*)
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:53 pm
(( I think something should interrupt them again, just because we can. That way, when they finally do get to go as far as they'd like to, they'll appreciate it more. And they can try to be alone together at every opportunity, but every time things start getting really heated, something keeps them from going all the way. That way, we can keep the storyline going and still concentrate on their developing relationship without it going too quickly. ))
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