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 Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:34 pm
Alec frowned half-heartedly, now aware of the strategic 'game' she was playing as well as her reference to his 'situation'. "Ah guess." He swallowed forcibly between syllables, in reference to her second comment. He idly wondered how he was going to get out of this one. Drunken stupors was one thing, walking into a "trap" like this was entirely another. He wasn't exactly putting a good effort into resisting, either.
He unconsciously leaned to side a bit, no good ideas of how to 'conceal' himself coming to mind as of yet. "A'... suppose?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:47 pm
She wasn't expecting a frown, and she gave him an inquisitive look. He was young, and she definately didn't want to take advantage of him if he didn't want it. Though his wee one wasn't exactly screaming at her to stop. "You suppose?" The tattooed woman questioned, refering to both his hands as well as to their current situation.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:57 pm
Alec was now positive that the blood was rushing to his face, his young 'vitality' now quickly replaced by the unsatiable shyness he often experienced. "Some.... what." He inhaled deeply, quivering from her proximity. "A' should... go... or somethin." He wasn't really thinking about what he was saying as he stared into her eyes for only a moment, as long as he could bare.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 10:11 pm
Antony wasn't about to let this fresh piece of 'clay' slip through her fingers so easily, and after shifting the ash tray out of their way, she swung her leg over his hips and slowly sat down. "Relax," she whispered, expression surprisingly full of warmth, "It's still raining and your hair won't last a minute out there... Let me teach you..." Her voice had lost its rough edge as she tried to get him to loosen up a bit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 10:24 pm
Alec inhaled sharply as she slid herself over to straddle his lap, though he made no effort to move away. He braced both arms behind in a 'safe' posture to save himself, seeing as he really had no idea where else to put his hands at the moment. Her smooth voice wasn't helping, matched with a persistant attitude made a serious combination to match is weak willpower.
"Twist m'rubbeh arm." He managed to hiss in a low tone, feeling himself giving in and the thoughts to leave slowly vanishing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 10:36 pm
At his hesitation to where to put his hands, Antony carefully moved her hands around his wrists before placing them on her waist. "Follow your instincts," she said softly before leaning in, lips catching his in a slow, but long, kiss.
"It's kind of like riding a bike," Antony joked when she pulled back, offering him a genuine smile, "Practice makes perfect... But it's much harder to fall off..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 10:50 pm
He tried to make the motion natural, almost afraid to touch her. This was a lot different than last time. Last time, he was incapacitated and was surprised he even made it to a bed-like surface in the first place, let alone what occurred afterwards.
His head angled to mirror hers as they kissed, eyes closing and subconsciously reaching for her even after she'd drawn away again. "Like drummin'" He mumbled, the first thing to come to mind as if their previous conversation had just dawned on him. "D'n wanna fook up though." He continued an incoherent murmur, hands sliding down to her thighs as he made a move to kiss her again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:00 pm
"That works too," she mused, "I'm too good to let you." The latter comment was to hopefully ease his fears, but she didn't have time to elaborate because he caught her lips with his. Antony let out a low murr as she let him test things out, adding to the movements every so often to nudge him in the right direction if he veered off track.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:12 pm
... sometime later.
Alec played with the metal stud in his chin, staring up at the ceiling as he lay there in bed. "'ow exactly do a' get meself in'teh these situations?" He mumbled hoarsely, grinning weakly like he was the cat's a**. It wasn't like he had the intentions when he first came to pay her a visit, but he couldn't admit to himself that he was stupid enough not to see it coming.
Regardless if the question was taken to be rhetorical or not, he didn't look for an answer. Reaching over blindly as he gave a long yawn, he pulled Antony closer and made himself comfortable in the position he found himself to be in.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:25 pm
The squirrel woman purred when he pulled her closer, and she nuzzled his neck, absently pressing a kiss to the crook of it. "Don't know... But do me a favor and keep talking," she mumbled against him, fingers playing along his side.
To her, Antony had found a diamond in the rough, and all she had to do was facet him just right. Besides, she liked being a 'teacher.'
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:31 pm
"Abou' what? Th'weatheh?" He laughed, nestling his head to the side with a broad smile. He held her close like somesort of warm teddy bear, oblivious to anything else. "Lack th'rain, fookin stoof ruins me'air n' muddeh's m'boots." He had no idea what he was ranting on about but would naively continue if that's what she wanted, tracing the edges of her tattoos with his finger.
Oddly enough he wasn't turned off by her snowy fur or even the sprouting tails on her rear, clearly visible and sometimes very noticeable as they were close. After a good enough amount of time on this crazy island, he was perhaps getting settled with the idea of 'changed' people. Didn't mean he liked the situation any better.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:56 pm
"Rain's annoying on glasses too," she stated, tracing a few random shapes along his stomach, and she smiled at just how more comfortable he seemed now. Less nervous and shy, which was, in her mind, a positive thing. With a shift of her jaw, she stole a lazy kiss from him before settling back down against him.
Antony's tails were flicking in content, and she was both surprised and pleased that her fur and tails didn't bother him. "You're much more relaxed," she pointed out, glancing up at him and offering him a slightly proud grin.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 12:10 am
"'Ave gotta good teacheh." He smirked matter-of-factly, unable to contain a grin. He couldn't get over how gentle she was, creditting how sedate he was feeling towards the entire situation-- both the island and their 'activities' --to her insatiable knack at exerting control. He returned the kiss without hesitation. His thoughts never drifted to the awkwardness he'd most likely feel about all of this later, for now enjoying the comfort he desperately needed in any form he could get it in.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 9:05 am
"Mmhmm," she agreed with a smug smile, nosing the crook of his neck. It was true she had kept it at 'his speed' for now so that he would be comfortable and absolutely adore it, because the more he enjoyed it, the more likely it is that he'll come back to her for any 'comfort' he may need. She was going to break him out of that shy shell, period. If not generally, then just when he was around her would be perfectly fine. Antony had no problems being a man hog, obviously.
"If you ever need some comfort... Sexual or otherwise, just come visit..." She murmured, yawning softly before peering up at him for a response. The 'otherwise' she was referring to obviously included him changing because she, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, had needed someone after her transformation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 10:34 am
Alec nodded, stretching his neck back against the mattress. "'A'll hold ye to tha'." He hoarsely responded before glanced down to stare back at her, idly moving his hand to brush a stray bang from blocking his view of both iridescent eyes. The island didn't seem like such an isolated prison anymore, it seemed.
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