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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:11 pm
He thought it a good sign when she didn't push him away or make him stop, but he didn't want to rush her either, there was a strange three way division between: what he wanted, what he thought he wanted, and what was right to do.
Her expression didn't cause him to stop, though he was concerned, maybe it was too soon to play these sorts of cards. She was hurt, fragile, and probably needed some time.
Kettil got to have the time but she did not.
None the less he leaned and gave her a kiss once more but this time he stayed, he lingered for long enough for her to reciprocate or push him away.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:15 pm
Freya did not reciprocate, or push him away. Freya did what Freyas do, when Freyas are kissed by someone they want.
Freya engaged.
Grabbing him by the edges of his vest, Freya pulled him in, her brow furrowing deeply as she showed Kettil exactly what it meant to kiss someone. To want someone. To say everything you needed to say without words, with just one, single kiss. A symphony of lips and tongue, engaging in perfect harmony with one another.
Freya understood the language of kissing. She spoke it frequently enough.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:24 pm
It surprised him when suddenly he was being pulled in closer, his eyes widening but he didn't fight it, he just went with it. Easily his body shifted to adjust for how Freya was positioned his arms moving to wrap around her to keep her close to him as his eyes fluttered closed and his heart saw fit to beat a series of rhythms deep into his ears where all he otherwise seemingly heard - for the time being - was the rush of blood.
Lips parted accepting and welcoming. He wanted to show that he wanted her, too, that they were the same in desire and spirit.
Kettil may not speak the language of the kiss as well as Freya did yet, but he was an eager student.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:34 pm
When Kettil pulled her into her arms, Freya let go of the tentative hold she had on the floor, and let him hold her up. The delightful thoughtlessness that came with kissing was both desirable, and necessary. If she just thought about this for one second..
Freya's hands let go of his vest, and pressed flush against his chest. If she was going to push away, this would be the moment. She would stop him, tell him he was just rebounding, that he shouldn't give up on Lark, she might come back-
Her nails raked into his chest, scratching the surface. That thought had made her angry.
When she finally did release Kettil's lips from what can only be described as a crash course in advanced french kissing, her teeth grazed against his lower lip, pulling it gently. She kept it between her lips, kissed it one last time, and let go.
Then she opened her eyes, and dealt with the consequences.
"Sssorry." She whispered against his lips. "Didn't means teh bes so.."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:42 pm
It was obvious that he was thinking only of one person at this moment and that was Freya. How she tasted, how she felt pulled up against him, what it felt like to actually kiss her the way that he used to shyly fantasize about, except his fantasies didn't hold the candle to any of this. The feel of her nails raking against his skin only made his hold on her tighten just a fraction. He enjoyed that far too much.
The feel of her pulling away the feel of her grazing his bottom lip and then pulling only left him wanting more but he also had to breathe so there was that as well.
She was apologizing? What for? His face was flushed and eyes a little glazed, "...So are you saying I shouldn't have enjoyed that?" Tone was low, quiet.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:46 pm
Freya narrowed her eyes, and her lips curved in a slow, dangerous little smile. She pushed her hand back behind her to give her more leverage, and let her sit on her own weight, before returning her hands to press against his chest. She glared down at him. Him and his little smart mouth.
One hand pulled away from his chest, wrapped around his neck, and cupped his head, pulling it back up to meet her once more. "Shuts up, smart a**." She growled into his lips, before meeting them again.
This time, it was personal.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:03 pm
That smile, it made a trill of excitement go over his body as he watched it form over her face. He didn't glare as much as he just smiled back up at her without fear of some sort of terrible punishment even as she growled against his lips, he'd been about to say something but suddenly his lips had something better to do. His hands rested against her hips gripping there for the time being as he just returned the gesture as hard as he possibly could.
His heart was doing a delightful little trick where it was trying to imitate one of those hummingbird sprite minipets with way they rapidly fluttered their wings.
To say he felt excited and wanted was probably an understatement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:16 pm
Gripping her hips made Freya whine needily through his kiss, hitching herself up off her lower legs so she could press down against him. Her eyebrows furrowed again as her brain stopped functioning, and the driving need to get closer took control. She was all but in his lap before any form of thought managed to creep into her mind, and this time when she pulled away, she wasn't sorry. She was dizzy. She kept her eyes closed, furrowed deep, and tried to take long, even breaths to stop her heart from exploding.
"I used teh dreams about kissings yeh." Freya whispered, without thinking. It was a spark of honesty she instant regretted, because she'd promised herself she would never speak of it. She just fell silent, and kept her eyes closed, while she continued to catch her breath.
A heaviness fell over her heart. Everything was poised at a precipice, a dangerous edge waiting for a single word or touch to send her life into chaos.
She was frightened.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:27 pm
More. That's all he wanted was more. He'd been almost ready to bravely explore as they kissed - to let his hands roam where they would but suddenly she pulled away from him the sudden intake of air made him gasp and pant softly as he watched her, his brow furrowing as if trying to understand what she was saying.
Then finally it seemed to dawn on him but why was she so ashamed of thi--Oh. Right. She was involved at the time so ... one shouldn't dream of kissing others, likely. His hands reached up and they cupped her cheeks, "...I've dreamt about kissing you, too," he said simply quietly. Mostly before he started dating Lark but he wasn't going to mention that and risk making Freya feel guilty(er).
Thumbs rubbed over her cheeks, "Though I think I stopped a bit after that one time we kissed and we kind of laughed it off..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:31 pm
A soft laugh escaped her at the reminder, and she finally opened her eyes. "Right. That." She remembered the moment, and how everything felt like it was falling into place. It was perfect for them, then. They were both in love, but they both needed one another - and their hearts adapted. They couldn't love each other, or even like each other - so they simply didn't. And it was perfect.
They were going to be best friends forever.
Freya's eyes widened just slightly, as she stared down at him. She memorized every feature of his face, out of sheer panic. She wanted to remember this moment, in case her stupidity had accidentally ripped the one good thing left in her life away from her.
"Things are different, now." Freya's voice trembled when she admitted it. She was frightened of just how different they could be.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:41 pm
He didn't seem ready to shove her away or reject her he just smiled a little his eyes going into a half-lidded state as dark green eyes peered off to the side for a long thoughtful moment. He nodded with her assessment as his hands fell away from her face now. What would this mean for them?
They had just now spent a couple of moments very urgently kissing each other like it was the last time they would ever do so but it really, honestly, wasn't. It didn't have to be. His arms for now draped around her waist as he just stared up at her quietly, "...What would you want this to be?" It was an honest and blunt question. He honestly didn't feel like beating around the bush and risk getting hurt again so soon afterward, "or is it too soon to ask that?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:51 pm
It was too soon.
Freya's hands lifted up off of him, and sifted through his hair. Her fingers were lost in the dreads, tangled and captured. She ran them down the side of his face, the pads of her fingers tracing along his jawline, down his neck, until finally they rested on his shoulders. And there, she held herself steady, bending her head to look him straight in the eye.
"Is that really all up teh me?" She asked him quietly, testing the waters.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:59 pm
He stared back up at her with those ever-patient eyes as he smiled softly, "Of course not," he said softly as he just kept a hold of her, "I just ...Didn't want to get ya all involved in somethin' you maybe...didn't want just yet."
As much as every fiber of him almost pleaded that he should take advantage of this opportunity. To just take her and make her his but...
"As much I really want you, all of you," he said this meaningfully and quietly, "I ... don't want to force it if you aren't ready."
What if she ran away like Lark did? He wasn't sure if he could accept that a second time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 8:07 pm
Freya had almost forgotten what it meant to be wanted. To be looked at with such desire, and adoration. Those rose colored glasses that made anyone look perfect. She wanted to be looked at like that every second of every minute of every day. He had no idea just how much she wanted it. Needed it.
"You really want all of me?" She whispered so quietly, it was hard for even her to hear. But in her eyes, the question remained - the scared little ghoul desperate for a love that did not judge. A love that did not yell, or scream, or make her cry. A love that nurtured her until she felt healthy, and safe.
A love borne out of friendship, and trust.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 8:13 pm
"Yes. Of course, have I ever said anything to you that I did not mean?" He asked softly. The times where he joked around with her did not count. He just smile softly even though she sounded so quiet he had heard her.
There was a moment of silence now as he seemed to think over his words and actually pick them out carefully and with a bit more of a rational thought behind it, "So if you...need some time to get yourself together beforehand, I understand, but...I want you to come back to me if that is what you do..."
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