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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:57 pm
Encouraged by the rearrangement of his hands, Antony leaned into him, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss a little more. Her left hand moved down his arm and back again before it began to roam his chest through his shirt. Despite the fact that they didn't seem as experienced as hers, she found his lips to be quite pleasing. Maybe they were strong from all the angry frowning he seemed to do?
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:17 pm
Chert braced himself against the deepening kiss, letting his fingers work slowly past her temple and through her hair. Some part of him recognized her expertise, and he fell unconsciously into the rhythm of her movements. He might be a little rusty, but Antony obviously had a lot of practice.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:23 pm
The fact that he was still kissing her was boosting her confidence with him, and she groaned softly against him, fingers working into his hair. She had finally broken down a massive wall, and the tattooed woman was damn proud of this. Not to mention he had a certain rustic charm with the way he was kissing her, and somehow, it was hot.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:36 pm
Chert answered her groan with a low hmm of pleasure at the sensation of her fingers on his scalp. He drew back from her lips for a moment, letting his kisses trail down from her jaw into the hollow of her neck, before returning. The sections of his brain that were usually in constant conflict had quieted for the moment- all were in agreement that this seemed to be a very good thing, indeed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:46 pm
Some part of the squirrel woman was still surprised that he was kissing her back, but that sliver grew when he moved his lips to her neck, a pleasant chitter arising from her throat. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her lips captured his again lustfully, the fact that she had gotten him to open up like this without alcohol turning her on indefinitely. So naturally, Antony's hips pressed into his as she shifted into a better position.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:08 am
The chirrup caused Chert to laugh softly, his breath brushing against her cheek, but the sound quickly turned into a grunt of surprise at her sudden shift. Like so many of their interactions, the daring, forward move startled and pleased him all at once. One of his hands pressed into the small of her back, firm without being rough.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:18 am
Antony let her lips curl upwards in a smile when he laughed, regardless of how soft it was because that meant he was relaxed. Not that she couldn't feel that already. The hand that had been roaming his chest earlier had slid down to his waist, pulled the shirt free of his pants, and was now feeling her way through the topography. She was not dissappointed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:59 am
The beginnings of a small grin pulled at one corner of Chert's mouth in response to Antony's smile. He enjoyed the feel of the smooth skin of her back (a convenient lack of shirt, there) and wondered at how good it was to simply lay aside his defenses for awhile. The amount of energy he spent keeping them in place hadn't been obvious until he'd actually stopped spending it. He trailed his lips along her collarbone, trying to ignore the small twinge the flat surface of the chair caused in his rear and back. The goddamn furniture was not going to ruin this moment of perfect peace- they were few and far between on the island.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:09 am
Her eyes pulled from his to glance at the bed in the corner, hand in his hair encouraging his motions just south of her neck, which had caused her to utter quite an agreeable noise. All she had needed was a good sledge hammer and a lot of muscle, but Antony was enjoying the fruits of her defense crushing labor. "Your bed," she managed to throatily demand, leaning in to press her lips just under his ear, breath heating the skin there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:39 am
The warm breath leapt down his nerves like electricity, overriding the quiet reservations his concious mind tried to voice about the demand. Chert muttered a sound of assent and slid off of the edge of the chair with his hands clasped under Antony's thighs to support her weight. A glimmer of mischief flashed in his eyes. He recalled how she'd reacted the last time he'd picked her up without warning... But time around his intentions were quite different, and he didn't keep her in the air long before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 7:41 am
Also, this time, part of her was expecting to be carried from chair to bed, and her legs wrapped around his waist as more than a security measure. When she felt the bed supporting her rear, she countered his look by releasing her legs and yanking him into another kiss. She pulled him on top of her as she layed back more fully on the bed, breaking the kiss after a while to catch her breath and tug at the hem of his shirt. Clearly it had to be taken off.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:00 pm
Chert fumbled with the buttons, torn between devoting his attention to the shirt or to the woman beneath him. A spark of annoyance flared up at the stubborn clothing- whose bright idea were buttons, anyway?- but he was able to shrug out of the garment after a few moments. The shirt disappeared from sight somewhere over the edge of the bed, a nuisance that was quickly forgotten in the face of Antony's graceful curves and skillful motions. He recaptured the deep kiss, rolling over to the other side of the bed and pulling her along with him. But a strange object jabbed uncomfortably at the back of Chert's head from underneath the pillow as he shifted position. The discovery drove a frigid icicle through the heat that burned in his chest. The book! He'd completely forgotten the damned book! Chert's movements faltered, a distant look of ill-hidden dismay in his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:53 pm
The moment the shirt was discarded Antony let her hands roam over the newly freed flesh lustfully. A noise of surprise left her lips when he rolled the two of them over so that she was on top again. She was about to reach behind her and lose her swim top when he tensed and ceased to participate in the kiss.
Without even thinking, she pulled back and opened her eyes to peer down at him curiously, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "What's wrong," the tattooed woman asked, right hand moving to play through his hair in a comforting fashion. This wasn't the usual freak out by getting angry that he usually pulled, this was something different, and it was disconcerning to say the least.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:24 pm
"Nothing," Chert asserted automatically, belatedly realizing he'd frozen. He ran his hands down her hips in a gesture of physical reassurance to complement his verbal one, but internally he felt as if his thought processes had just been impacted by reality's sledgehammer. Once again his mind had fragmented into all of its little warring bits, which all had a different opinion on how to proceed.
Jesus, it's just a book! Don't be such a pansy, one sneered.
Another hissed, There is no ******** way I can do this with that thing resting under my head.
I can't believe this room doesn't have a couch!
Well, you better hurry up and do something. She might get the wrong idea.
s**t! the last added helpfully.
Noticing her heavy breathing, he murmured lamely, "Just need a moment to catch my breath."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:50 pm
She narrowed her eyes in contimplation, but her expression held no anger since she was pretty sure it wasn't her fault. Her changed irises searched his face and she rolled her eyes at his lame excuse, "I'm not stupid..." Her voice was just above a whisper, a sigh leaving her lips as she rested her left palm on his stomach.
Absently, Antony's eyes drifted and by a stroke of luck she spied the corner of the offending book. With her right hand, she reached over and carefully tugged it from under the pillow. The tattooed woman scanned the title, not even bothering to flip through the pages. Instead, she discarded the book onto the floor and returned her attention to the man under her.
It was at least a relief that it -definately- wasn't her that had stopped the heated make out session, but she couldn't help but be bothered that Chert was uncomfortable. As her left hand rubbed his stomach soothingly, Antony managed to shift so that she was lying next to him on her side. "Research?" She asked softly, making sure to continue the scalp massage. Anything to keep angry, defensive Chert from rearing his less attractive head.
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