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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:27 pm
Greta smiled at the feel of his lips on her skin. Wanna go further into the water again? she asked, noting that they were close to the shore. I'd feel more comfortable, she went on, gesturing to her bare chest. Unless... unless you want to help cover them? she suggested with a grin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:34 pm
If you'd be more comfortable further in the water, then...we can move further into the water. Tristian offered, his lips brushing Greta's skin as he barely pulled them from her shoulder. He lifted his head some though, faint blush on his cheeks, as he looked to her. Like...This...you mean? he asked, shifting his arms down her shoulders just slightly so that despite his hands not actually cupping her breasts they rest atop them. His fingertips tingled slightly in the unconscious desire to hold them better in his hands, and it made him blush just a touch deeper as they stood in the shallow waters.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:39 pm
Greta grinned as she moved away from Tristian to make her way to deeper waters, allowing his hands to brush against her bare breasts as she moved past him. Sort of, she laughed, gesturing for him to follow her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:06 pm
Tristian pressed his lips together as Greta moved away from him, standing for a moment a bit dumbfounded. Show me? he asked as he made his way after her, smiling softly as he watched her move.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:10 pm
Greta laughed loudly. Show you what? she asked, turning to face him, confused over whether or not she had mentioned anything that involved showing him anything.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:13 pm
How you wanted me to cover ... your breasts? He offered on a nervous laugh, blushing deeply as he realized his body had reacted to the brushing of his hands against Greta's skin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:19 pm
Greta laughed. Are you serious, or are you ******** with me? she asked, raising an eyebrow. I was half-kidding anyhow, she added. Do you wanna touch me or something?
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:25 pm
Tristian bit his tongue. He was terribly unsure of what to say in responce, and it was rather obvious in the way he blushed and looked away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:28 pm
Don't be shy, she said. Taaaaaaalk to meeeeeeeeeee! she urged, pulled him closer. Do you? she asked, taking his hands in hers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:34 pm
He bit his tongue still, his hands happy with hers. I'm ... not sure. He offered after a moment, and shyly looked to her. I like it better when your skin touches mine, than when it doesn't...He wasn't sure how to compare whether or not he wanted to touch her by using how being with her felt compared to how he felt with his boyfriend, because the feelings were entirely different. But there was a feeling, very much the same as he felt when he was with Lucius, of calm about him. Comfort. Would you let me touch you, if I wanted to?
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:38 pm
I might, she replied coyly. Depending upon where on my body, she added. Like... she moved his hands closer to her flesh, pressing his palms to her breasts. Here?
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:47 pm
There is good...Tristian managed before biting his lip, his cheeks hot with blush. Shyly, he moved his hands so that they formed to her curves, his eyes moving from his hands on her chest to meet her eyes, a silent inquiry about whether or not she was going to let him keep them there or not.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:50 pm
Greta grinned, slowly letting go of his hands to see what he would do on his own, but keeping them hovered over his. You're a pervert, she smirked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:55 pm
Greta's words made him want to hide, and he pulled his hands from her chest and clasped them against his own. I'm not...he half whined, blushing in the worst of ways. I just...I'm...He lost his words as he tried to defend himself, and his eyes moved down her chest some. He pulled them away and met her eyes before swallowing a lump from his throat, moving closer to her again and replacing his hands on her breasts. I...want...To touch you...
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:59 pm
She grinned. I thought so, all along. Greta sighed happily and looked at Tristian, into his eyes. You can... touch me... You can touch me all you want, she smiled warmly. She looked down to his hands and laughed. Do you like it?
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