Mot knew she was jealous. It made him feel wanted, made him feel... he wasn't sure what exactly. But suddenly, he felt like he held some semblance of power. Very little power, but he took what he could.
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:25 pm
She really, really shouldn’t have. She really shouldn’t have. But she wasn’t thinking. Surprise, surprise. All she was thinking about was the satisfaction of wiping that smirk off his face.
It was awkward, but Hel didn’t care. Upside down, Hel pressed her lips to his.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:27 pm
Well. He wasn't expecting that. Sass? Yes. Whining? Sure. Possibly pissing her off? Hopefully not, but likely. So when he felt her lips press against his own, the smirk was effectively wiped clean from his face.
Mot was taken aback, for a brief moment. Instinctively his eyes closed, and although the kiss was at an awkward angle, he leaned up into it.
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:34 pm
She really didn’t think about what happened after his, but this kind of stuff Hel didn’t really put much thought into. It was a simple desire. A desire to see that smirk gone, and now it was a desire for this kind of attention and affection. It was fueled by feeling him lean up into the kiss.
Hel held onto the contact for a good long while before she leaned back, and only then, getting that air, did she realize she had crossed some lines. Oops. They were just suppose to be ‘friends’ right now, right? Damn it! One did not just kiss their friends, right? Wait…wait wait…why had he leaned into it? …Oh dear Jack, this was suddenly confusing and conflicting. Hel’s brows furrowed as she stared down at him. “…There.” She breathed after a moment. Smirk gone…and confusion took its place.
She had missed that a lot…and it hadn’t even been that long since she had kissed him…a few Octobers, maybe? It felt like an eternity…
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:40 pm
Friends. Just friends. No obligations to one another, no expectations. Was that why it seemed.. easier? That didn't sound right at all. But Mot had been so bent on titles and rules, that it often killed the mood. A lady should be this. A gentlemen should do that. A Ghoulfriend and Boilfriend had obligations to do and say this and that. Friends... Just friends.. didn't do this, right? Was that another rule?
Mot's eyes slowly opened as their kiss ended, gaze lingering up at the ghoul. Confusion was there under a veil of something else. Something akin to desire, but perhaps not as strong.
"So you did..." He murmured back, referring to his smirk.
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:46 pm
She couldn’t look at his eyes right now. It didn’t help this conflict. Hel buried her face against the side of his neck, her fingers flexing against his skin before they resumed idly making random patterns. Guh. What had she done? Putting them into another awkward situation…about to make it worse, maybe.
“…Mot?” She breathed softly after a moment, hesitant. “…Do you…ever thing about those things still…? As of late…? With…me?...” Oh Jack. Why was she asking? Maybe because it had been a nagging thought, and because this idea that other ghouls out there had her paranoid.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:50 pm
Mot's head turned away slightly. He was embarrassed, shyness taking over. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his heart beating hard in his chest as Hel drew circles on his skin, her head by his neck.
"Oh...." He turned a soft pink in his cheeks, his face still turned away. "Sometimes.." He had many ghouls as friends, but none took up his mind quite like Hel did.
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:57 pm
She could feel it under her fingers, his heart beating erratically. Her fingers stilled, and instead her hand moved to rest flat against his chest, over his heart. It was beating so fast…he was nervous. Hel licked her lips anxiously, and her heart flipped flopped a bit at his admission. Sometimes. Even now, every now and then, he still thought of her…doing those kinds of things with her regardless.
Even if they were just ‘friends’.
Gah.
Her lips brushed his neck idly, and glided until they brushed the rim of his ear. “Mot…” She whispered, dreadfully curious. “…If you could have me right now, would you?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:03 am
The feeling of her hand settling over his heart, the light brushing of her lips against his skin. His spine tingled, his breath hitching ever slightly. He wasn't scared. Not really. The feelings he had right now, it wasn't fear. It was pleasant, and tingly. Intoxicating.
Her words brought a warmth to his cheeks, his wandering gaze frozen in place. Mot softly nodded after a moment. "..Yes. If I could.."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:22 am
She should have felt happy. Pleased. Wanted. She did. She really did, but along with that, immediately came all the things she had told herself the night after her and Mot had that really serious talk.
Maybe she was being really stupid right now. No…not maybe, she probably was. She was aware of what she was doing. Enacting on a desire she had buried quite some time ago when it became apparent Mot had an affection phobia. She did want him. She still loved him…and he still loved her too…and he wanted her apparently as well but…
But…
But it was her leading this impromptu dance right now. She had told herself…that she shouldn’t let her desires get in the way of either of them being happy. She wanted Mot to be more bold with her, to touch her more, to love her vividly. He hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to yet. Was she pushing something that she had no business pushing? Why was she pushing it? Because she wanted to? Because maybe she hoped it would somehow ease all the confusion and muddled lenses she had been seeing life through right now?
What would happen after? Would they go back to doing what they had been these past few months? Just friends? Would she feel better? Would she feel worse? How would he feel?
Hel was at a loss now.
The ghoul pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, and then leaned her head against his. “…Ya…you always could.” She murmured, musing. “…I suppose the real question is…would you?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:29 am
He could? Was he allowed to? Mot was always about permissions. Was he allowed to do this or feel that. Always passing off the power to others. Having the ball in his court was something he usually felt lost with. What to do with that ball? Was it right for him to keep going with it? Try and make that basket, or pass it off to someone more capable?
That, in essence, was how Mot approached just about everything. Nothing was ever 'in his hands'. Not until he had a clear set of rules to keep inside of. To shield him from the scary world of consequence.
Mot's fingers rose to touch her cheek, his head turning to meet her eyes. Lidded, thoughtful.
If he could... and apparently he could.. would he? Should he? No one was telling him no. No one ever did. He was the one who said no. "I wonder..." He murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against hers.
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:51 am
It was weird, but for once, Hel actually stopped.
This ball was indeed in Mot’s court. She couldn’t keep it in hers, not all the time, not anymore. How could he validate her on his own if she kept being the one to lead? That was the depressing thought. She wanted someone to want her equally, to take action on his own. That was part of what drew her to Mac, even if they had been under the influence of cider. He had been bold and forward, he had wanted her. If Mot wasn’t that person…
Her heart hurt. Loving him hurt. She couldn’t let go, didn’t want to, but…
Hel was startled out of her thoughts by the feeling of his fingers on her cheek. Her eyes widened a bit as they shifted back into focus on him, and she leaned into his touch, eyes scanning his lidded ones. He was thinking, and she smiled a bit wryly. “…You can do anything you want to me. You always could. I…would let you do anything to me, Mot.” She murmured. “Always…because I…” Love you. “…All you ever had to do…was say something…do something…I would not care…would not question…I have been waiting for so long, for you to do something…anything…because I can not know….can not act upon what you want….no one can...Only you can." She fell silent as his lips brushed hers, and her eyes fluttered shut at the soft contact.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 1:01 am
His feelings, wants and needs would never be known if he never made them known. It was so obvious, but for so long he was buried deeply in his own mind he forgot that. Now.. now it was clicking. Light by light. He wasn't bold by nature, but even he had feelings and needs that wanted out. The trouble was finding the courage to be honest about it.
Mot's hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her in and deepening the kiss. Just friends or not. That was just a label they had put on their relationship. He loved her, and she knew it. She loved him, and he knew. How could this be wrong?
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 1:07 am
She had wanted to say more, it was weird, but she really did. It didn’t matter right this moment though, her lips were occupied, and she wasn’t about to change that. Her cheeks heated and her stomach fluttered with moths as his long fingers went behind her neck and pulled her in closer. Closer she went a brushing of lips now more solid.
One of her hands kept over his heart, but the other ghosted up his neck and gently cupped his cheek.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 1:14 am
Mot's heart raced. Rarely did he let himself really do anything that he wanted quite like this. He always kept others in mind. What was best for them. Not want he wanted. Thinking. Always thinking and pondering. Rarely did he let himself do anything about much.
How an action oriented person like Hel grew to love him, he'd never understand.
His free hand came to close in on her waist, resting there with a firm grip. One long kiss. And then another. Thoughts and whispers, doubts in his mind slowly ebbed and faded away. Something more important was here now, right in front of him.
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