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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 4:27 pm
"Oh...well...Thank you." She added, chuckling a little. It was a far cry from the end of this evening from the funhouse. Not even a couple of hours ago, she was bound and chained and wishing terribly for release from the negaverse and its lieutenants.
How did she find herself in the home of one, wishing the opposite? Was it because she was already bound with the intense memories of a future she pined for? Dreamed for? His every movement didn't go unnoticed by her, and if she was to akin herself to it, it felt like the air was electric and his movements were shocking her, sending little tingles of excitedness down her arms, her legs or her spine. Anticipation, it was killing her, and she didn't even know what she was anticipating.
The touch of skin, his hand into hers thrilled her, and she squeezed it as if it was water and she was in a desert. She didn't understand the desperate need to be close with him, but thought it a side effect of the near death and the brutalization she recieved. By no means was he a replacement, but more....The sun after the storm. Warm, and happy.
"Oh..." She brushed a few strands of hair with her free hand behind her ear, moving somewhat with him, but for some reason not really letting go. His question caused her to pause and she thought of how best to answer.
"Physically, I think I am okay, nothing some good nights of rest and some heat and ice packs won't help." The bruises would fade, "Emotionally, mentally? I don't know-" she hesitated, "All I can think of is you at the moment. And how I wish you would kiss me again." She flushed, "I feel it's so forward to say it so-"
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:32 pm
He thought maybe that the tea would be a good distraction; that he'd be able to focus on something he felt strongly about (even if it was just a drink), and that maybe his thoughts would be turned away from everything he was attempting to suppress. Maybe, if he truly tried hard enough, he could push down the inclination to do anything, to say anything.
Except the feel of her hand, and the words that fell from her lips made every other thought fly from his ******** this," Magiore snapped.
The box of tea bags fell onto the floor with a loud clatter, spilling packets everywhere. Magiore's fingers had seized around Failyn's, and then he had taken a sharp step towards her, tugging her towards him, an arm wrapping around her waist to press her against his chest. Without a single word, he covered her mouth with his own, this time in a kiss that was not hesitant at all, but instead greedy and passionate, the dam finally breaking as his emotions spilled out messily and hungrily.
He breathed her name against her lips, trying desperately to be gentle, because he knew she was hurt, but also trying to stay as close as possible, the hand that was not on her waist moving to tangle in her hair.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:37 pm
Everything happened quickly and slowly all at the same time.
"P..Pardon?" Was the only response Fai got out before the tea dropped to the ground. A 100 thoughts of what she did wrong played through her mind before decidely going blank.
It was replaced by a thrill, deep and dark, rising from her gut to her heart to her head and making it swim. His hands were on her, rough and warm and god she didn't know why, she never wanted something more then his tough on her skin. Her body screamed in pain, but it was quickly fused and then overrode by the pleasure she felt.
To be kissed like this, in her little mind, was different and odd and so much better then her little girl fantasises. Long gone were the chastise kisses on her hand, like he was a prince, or a gentle brush against her cheek. She felt raw and exposed and very very happy.
Her mouth met his with a timidness, as this was her first really intense kiss (being the sheltered lady she was) and with a little time and his coaxing, became a little greedier, a little more passionate. A little more relaxed. She rose on her toes to meet him, wrapped her arms around his neck, because if she didn't hold on, she thought she might fall.
He said her name and she couldn't help the smile the formed, couldn't help the press of her body against him. It was, she supposed, very unladylike but who cared? Who was she impressing? No one but herself.
Her hands dug into his shoulders even as she came up from his mouth, gasping. Her face flushed, her nerves tingling. Everything about her was on fire.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:51 pm
He didn't care anymore.
He should have, he should have cared more than anything, because she was from the other side, she was White Moon, and getting involved in that sort of thing was messy and complicated and dangerous, and not caring would only make that worse. If he gave in and he let himself feel what he shouldn't have been feeling, then it would just serve to make their whole situation even more complex.
But he couldn't not feel. He couldn't stand here and let her be near him like this, he couldn't suppress anything anymore.
Failyn's arms were around his neck, her lips against his, and for the first few seconds it seemed hesitant; but then, as he greedily pressed for more, he could feel the tension easing away from her body, could feel her begin to relax against him, close and warm and eager.
Magiore staggered forward a little as she pulled back, chasing after her but not quite reaching. His face was a deep shade of red, hair mussed and loosened from its ponytail, falling free in tumbling dark waves about his shoulders. His breathing was labored, and for a few seconds he just stared at her, his dark eyes locked onto hers as he lifted a hand, pressed against the side of her face.
Slowly, he tilted his head, and this time his kiss was slower. It was still passionate, but the pace was lessened, Magiore taking his time to explore her mouth with his own. When he drew away, his eyes were half lidded, and he skimmed a few kisses along her jawline, exhaling a breath against her skin.
"I don't know what to do anymore," he whispered, voice rough, and he seemed unable to let her go, his arms wrapping around her waist, wanting to share her warmth. His lips traveled along her cheek until they reached her ear, so that he could speak softly into it, and he was strained, desperate for things to make sense again but knowing they never would. "Failyn."
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 5:26 pm
Could he hear her heart pounding against her chest. Could he hear the blood flowing up from her legs to her head? Rushing around.
Her gasp let her look at his face, his own flushed face as his long black hair fell around his face. She brushed it away. Brushed it behind his ear to look into the eyes before he lowered to her mouth again.
She felt more...natural, and his kiss came so easily.
It ended, and she ran her hand through his hair again, feeling the silk and letting it drop at his question.
"Is...it cause..." she sighed, "Is it cause.....I am a white moon?" She looked at him, "Even if I am just...Failyn now?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 5:32 pm
The touch of her hand in his hair made his eyelashes flutter, an almost drunken look of longing on Magiore's face. He lifted a hand and wrapped it around hers, drawing it away so that he could bring it to his lips and kiss her fingers, each one of them, gently and adoringly.
A sigh escaped him, breath exhaled against her palm.
"I don't know," he said in frustration, because it was true. Right now she was not Sailor Mintaka and he was not Lieutenant Aurostibite. She was Failyn Namgung, a student, and he was Magiore Carpenter, a bookstore clerk as well as a silver brazer. Here, in their civilian identities, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Magiore leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, letting go of her hand so that he could place both of his own back on her waist and keep he close. Idly, his thumb brushed beneath the cloth to the bare skin beneath, warm and soft.
"I'm confused," he said quietly. "I don't understand, and I don't know - I can't know if this is even what's supposed to happen, if I even should be doing this, but..."
He trailed off, looking angry, not at her, but at himself, at their situation.
"Stay with me," he said. A greedy, selfish request, but he couldn't deny it any longer.
"Stay with me," Magiore said again, almost a plea, and his voice had dropped to a whisper, eased out against Failyn's lips as he slanted his head to kiss her, drawing her up against his chest, cradling her against his body like she was some precious thing to protect.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 6:06 pm
His anger, made her sad, and she wasn't sure how to ease Magiore then to continue running her hands through his hair, through the long strands of black and blue.
"I don't...I don't want to think on it anymore." Failyn pleaded. "Just for one night, I'd like...I'd like to have something nice. Just for one night Magiore, I want you to hold me." Just tonight, she wanted to have something decent out of something terrible and horrific.
"I need you. I need you to hold me. To love me. I feel so broken and confused." She shook her head even at his plea's, "I'll stay, please let me stay. Please let me stay tonight with you. Please let me wake up in your arms. Please don't let this be a fantastic dream while still in a nightmare."
"Please don't hurt me..." She breathed against his lips again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 6:28 pm
He was torn with equal parts wanting to push her away so that he didn't hurt her and wanting to pull her closer so that he could keep her near, feel the touch of her hand in his hair, the warmth of her body. The tiny nagging voice in his head that still demanded he stop this at once was quenched, buried beneath the rest of his emotions that overflowed.
Failyn's pleading voice, her gentle fingers, her hollow pain; an ache was welled deep within Magiore's heart, and he couldn't push it away so easily. He could taste her breath on his lips, and he closed his eyes, letting everything and anything go, letting it all dissipate until there was nothing left but the raw and uncomplicated feelings he held for Failyn Namgung.
He did not answer her. Instead, Magiore just pressed one more lingering kiss to Failyn's lips and then took a step back, just enough that he could bend and slide an arm beneath her legs, sweeping her almost effortlessly up into his arms; just like he had when he'd carried out of the funhouse. He had taken her to a safe place, and he was taking her to one now, again.
Down the hall, into the darkened bedroom at the end. Magiore pushed the door shut with one of his feet and walked over to where the bed was, setting Failyn back on her feet beside it. He sat down on the edge of it, swung his legs up, and pushed himself back so that he was sitting against the headboard, the blankets shoved aside.
Then, still without a word, he held his arms out to her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:10 am
The best way to put it was that Failyn clung to the man. She needed the warmth, it was heating her aching bones and soul more then a simple bath would do. She needed the security. Here with Magiore she knew she could be a 1000 times safer then if she returned home (alone with her parents gone) and the high tech security system.
Her arms wrapped around his neck willingly, as everything she had done was willingly and curled her body into his. She didn't care any more about the manners, they were long gone. She didn't care anymore about her status, she wasn't Mintaka right now. She wasn't a white mooner.
She looked around his room when she was set down. Dark furniture, dark covers...but she could see his work, small pieces that gave the room a distinguished feel. Mysterious.
He crawled on to the bed and she looked at him, with his arms wide open. Safety, comfort, love. He didn't need to say anything? Did he think she would run? Did he think she would have doubts? Her knee pressed into the mattress, soft and inviting, as she moved over to him. Her head would rest on his shoulder, she could see. Her small frame would be curled against him, she felt.
She closed her eyes and breathed all of him in. What else could she say? She wasn't good with words, so she reached up and placed lips on his. Trailing from there to his jaw and his neckline, only to rest her head again on his shoulder.
"I've...." She started....."I've um....never....slept with someone else...so..." She closed her eyes. Way to ruin the moment. "that is, you are the first. so. If I do something...to upset you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:45 am
He was nervous.
In spite of his calm expression, underneath Magiore could feel a thousand butterflies exploding in his stomach, a million heartbeats in the space of a minute, a dozen thoughts and explanations as to why this was not a good idea, why he should let her go and walk away, why he should change his mind.
But there were also a hundred reasons why he was not going to do any of that; and one singular explanation, burned deep within his soul.
Failyn moved slowly, almost painstakingly, and it seemed like a lifetime before she was near him. Her lips touched his, and Magiore felt the world beneath him fall away, and there was nothing so tender and adoring as she was. One of his hands rested on her upper thigh, and carefully, as she kissed his neck, he eased it over his own so that she was sitting in his lap facing him, her legs on either side of his. He settled his hands on her waist, fingers trembling.
Failyn's admission had the opposite effect than she might have thought; for the first time that evening, a gentle smile touched Magiore's lips, and he leaned back against the pillows so that he could see her face. One hand lifted, his shaking knuckles trailing down her cheek, and the expression on his face spoke volumes, his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration and love.
"You are beautiful," he said softly, and curled fingers along the back of her neck to draw her down to him, his mouth on hers, easing it open with gentle encouragement. "You will not upset me." His other hand was on her hip, Magiore unwilling to do anything to overwhelm her; but after a few moments, it slid up hesitantly, fingers brushing briefly against the bare skin of her waist, beneath the shirt, testing cautiously her reaction.
"Failyn," he whispered, and it was breathed against her lips, mingling alongside her own breath. "Failyn. My Failyn."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 10:43 am
She was flushed, flushed? Flushed. That was a good word. Her face was all warm and she was all tingly and she didn't know where to put her hands, so she set them on his shoulders. There was no way to really hide her face, with her sitting facing him.
She could feel a nervousness, Magiores? Or just her own. She thought she could see his but....
She was lost in his blue eyes, that were looking at her with such intensity. Her hands went up to his cheeks, cupping them, rubbing her fingers over his cheeks.
"Oh." She smiled at him, "I...Thank you. You are very handsome...um yourself." She hesitated, "I...Well...I think you are handsome like a knight. Because...." She flushed...."I always get called little princess...or like ice princess...so..." She laughed awkwardly, "So...you're like my knight...or..you know." Oh god she was terrible, where did all her smooth lady lines go? Compliments? She was suppose to be AMAZING at compliments! It was bred into her bones and genes.
His called her...his. Her thoughts just disappeared completely, even if she felt his fingers touching bare skin. He was saying....she was his.
"Magiore? Magiore." She licked her lips as if they had gone dry. "My...Magiore?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 11:06 am
He couldn't help but laugh, and it was right against her lips, the sound breathed into her mouth. Magiore dropped his head onto her shoulder, face pressed into the crook of her neck, soft chuckles escaping him as he held her close. The awkward, flustered nature was nothing short of endearing, and he lifted his head again after a minute, cupping the side of her face with one hand.
"Why didn't I let myself come to you before?" he whispered, thumb sweeping over her cheek, and he was still smiling in a helpless sort of way. Being this near to her, being close to her was making him forget everything he'd ever thought that would be wrong about this; erasing the doubts he'd once held that this was a bad idea and that it couldn't work. "There is no one like you in this world."
Magiore's expression softened, the smile shifting into something more serious. He trailed his fingers down her jawline.
"Yours," he said softly. "Yours."
And he knew now that he meant it, knew that as he buried his hand in her hair and brought their lips together again for a kiss that grew more eager the longer he let himself linger, knew that as he kissed her cheek, her neck, her face, her forehead, every part of her that he could reach, that he was irrevocably, unmistakeably hers.
"Yours, forever," Magiore mumbled, his fingers clenching in the hemline of her shirt to draw her nearer. "I will not let you go."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:28 pm
"I don't know! It was well worth the wait though." Failyn whispered, trying not to wiggle from the certain laughing that somehow tickled on her neck. She was clutching just a bit tighter to Magiore's shoulders at the action.
"I would hope...." Fai frowned, "That no one else is quite like me. I aspire to be a very memorable lady." Fai watched his face change into a little more serious, and she accepted his kisses, and his touch.
The kisses grew more eager, more demanding, more needy. Her body tingled even more. "Mine." She hesitated...."If you...will you...tonight just..." She closed her eyes." The marks burned still, her body wanted to heal but she herself? She wanted to forget, she wanted to forget for one night.
"Will you erase the marks Magiore?" She rested his hands on the hemline of her shirt, then pulled it up for him to see. "Will you make me forget tonight? Tomorrow?" She shook her head, "Please."
Never let her go again.Kuuropii /coughs excuse me but I think we might need a fade TO BLACK MA'AM
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:51 pm
She was right; it was worth wait. With every kiss and every touch that burned into him like fire, setting every part of him tingling with a heavy longing, he could remind himself that he had waited for this, that he had wanted this for so long that it was somehow more special, that it was beautiful and wonderful and frightening and everything all at once.
Her hands were on his, and then the shirt was being pulled up. Magiore licked dry lips, his eyes focused on hers before they moved downward, tracing the bruises on her bare stomach. They still angered him, saddened him, but now was not the time for that sort of remembrance.
With a small tug, gentle and reassuring, Magiore pulled Failyn's shirt the rest of the way off and did the same to his own.
"I will make you forget everything except for me," he said quietly, and then he had pulled her against him, his mouth insistent, greedy for hers, hands sliding around her waist, and there were no more words to be said.
Her name was repeated on his tongue several times throughout the course of the night; sometimes it was whispered against her skin, sometimes it was breathed against her lips, sometimes it was said roughly against her ear, but it was always there, a reminder that he knew her and wanted her, that he needed her. Magiore kissed the bruises on her stomach with a sort of gentle caution, taking responsibility for them without saying so aloud. And then sometimes he couldn't think at all, lost in the throes of his emotions and his own sensations, the feel of Failyn all around him.
He fell asleep with his arms around her and his legs tangled together with hers, tucked beneath the blankets, his face pressed into her shoulder from behind. And as the sun began to rise, he remained exactly like that: protectively curled with his body around hers, her back against his chest, one hand splayed over her bare stomach, his other arm tucked under her head as a kind of pillow.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:03 pm
Every breath from her became heavy, every touch just a little more sensual. Failyn had never felt so loved and cared for. It hurt, but it was a pain she was willing to take. And eventually it disappeared and marked her in love and passion.
She was shy, curious and timid. She touched, kissed, filled herself with him and his name on her lips and body against hers.
Her arms wrapped around him sometime in the night, and she felt her legs mixed with his and the sheet. She was, blessedly, sleeping hard after the night. With both Magiore's attention and the night with the funhouse, she was exhausted, perhaps she would go to the hosiptal afterwards.
She breathed heavily, but eventually blue eyes drifted open, slowly and slitted. She stretched under him, like a cat, arching her back as her body pressed into his and then rested again.
She brushed a bang from his face, and watched as he slept a little. It would only be a couple of seconds before her face warmed and she realized the actions of the night.
Slept with...slept with...she....
She hadn't waited till marriage....Her mother and father....
Oh god she hadn't even contacted her parents yet. She bet they were worried!
But then she remembered...they were gone and she was...by herself. Not really by herself, here in his arms but...
She gnawed on her lip, but still....She started to smile, small at first and then widely. She was...Magiore's woman anyways, and he made it so, and she was silly to think it was anything but amazing. She giggled a little, then cringed in pain.
"Ah...whoops." Well to all her soreness, she added a new type.
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