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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:58 am
Doubts shall doubtless come, sure as the sun sets...
 Taking Keegan's paw, Patrick shook it with a playful grin. "I take it this means that we're going to be friends and can scheme together - you'll have to tell me when Taraneith's birthday is so that we can surprise him!"
With a wink at his Master, Patrick released the dragon's paw and stood back. "Everyone needs some surprises, right?" He paused with a worried expression.
"Not that I mean anything unpleasant - just like a celebration on the day that you don't know about, or a present - that kind of thing!"
The young man wanted to ensure that Taraneith wasn't about to get the mistaken impression that he meant any harm, but wasn't certain how and so stimply stood there biting his lips.
... but for now I can maintain my calm as I concentrate on the sensations instead.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:01 pm
 I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
No such thought poisoned Taranieth's contemplations. He was actually noticing Patrick had to bend over slightly to shake the paw, and it emphasized his cute little butt.
Ah, the joys of seeing such sights every day. "Yes indeed!" he cried "Throw a little spice into my life, goodness knows it's much too boring!"
Then he noticed Patrick was biting his lip. "Come now," he joked, eager to show his happiness. "Don't bite your lip... If that's what you're into I can do it for you!"
He stepped up and whirled Patrick around. "Pretty one, my pretty one..." he sang, laughing.
Keegan gave him a what-in-the-word? look, but he didn't care. Patrick was a beautiful, smart, gentle, caring man who he would never give up on.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:20 pm
Doubts shall doubtless come, sure as the sun sets...  Patrick was about to reply with something akin to: 'Although I'm not in the least sure what I'm into, if you were doing it then I'd probably enjoy it', but was interrupted by being spun around.
With a soft laugh he returned the favour, attempting to twirl the Fae man before catching him and draping the other man's back over his arm - he'd only seen it done a few times when people danced, and it was only now that he understood why those couples had stared so intently at their partners.
The mirth added to the dance had brought a slight flush to his cheeks, his eyes sparkling gently at Taraneith as he held him in that position that was strangely provocative - or did he mean evocative?
Either way, he met his Master's gaze and felt drawn to the lips that hovered just slightly beneath him. Slowly, as though tugged by tantalising inches, he bent his head...... but for now I can maintain my calm as I concentrate on the sensations instead.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:35 pm
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Taranieth leaned in too, and they kissed, innocently at first and then he slid is tongue in, grappled with his hands until he found purchase on the fabric of the other's clothing, and they slid to a kneeling position, breathing hard. He blushed slightly to realize that Patrick must feel by now exactly what he had created, but now he didn't care, it was high time the boy realized exactly how appealing he was.
He released the sweet lips to breathe and placed kisses on the other's chin, jawbone, neck, collarbone. He inhaled deeply the other's scent, and Keegan, not much of a voyeur retreated into the forest, though he made sure he stayed within shouting distance.
And then, as though draw by a magnet, it was lips again, the soft, moist, and infinitely beautiful lips against his, and he knew that heaven could not exist, for what supernatural experience could possibly sustain a pleasure more great than his at this moment? It was as though his skin was on fire and so was Patrick's and yet he wanted more of that flame. Every new touch brought a new thrill.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:57 pm
Doubts shall doubtless come, sure as the sun sets...
Patrick made small, enticing noises at the kisses he hadn't experienced before. The way that Taraneith was taking control of him and the way he, himself, had no will other than to surrender to the pleasure shook him. Shook him even as he returned the kisses and clung to the other male weakly.
His blush matched Taraneith's as he felt them pressing against one another there, and he began to wonder what the man before him looked like without clothes.
He didn't manage to think for very long, however, because it seemed that the Faery couldn't stop giving the young human kisses that made him tremble.
When he felt his lips claimed again, he moaned, blinking at the fact that he, Patrick Raphael Smith could make such a noise. Eyes half-closed, he ran his hands over Taraneith's back as he tentatively used his tongue to stroke Master Tar's, testing it.
Without realising it, Patrick had begun to slide backwards towards the grass. If the bewitched boy had been capable, then he would have been worried about how much this could hurt, about being seen.
As it was, he was just about to surrender - strange how no thoughts of Adrian were preventing him from enjoying Taraneith: perhaps it hadn't been love afterall, but infatuation instead? - when a shriek made him clap his hands to his ears with a wince.
"PATRICK RAPHAEL SMITH, GET YOUR BUTT INTO THIS HOUSE, NOW! Right now, do you hear me?!"
His mother, about to ruin it all again. Not that he was exactly sure what 'it' this was, but she was destroying the mood even from the front door of his home.
... but for now I can maintain my calm as I concentrate on the sensations instead.
((If you could rp his mother? xD Unless Taraneith whisks him away, that is... twisted ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:25 pm
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Taranieth tipped with him and they were on the ground, legs entwined and breathing hard. It was hypnotizing to watch Patrick's face, feel his body as he surrendered himself, the tentative explorations of an innocent mind discovering its body's necessities. And then Patrick moved and all thought was obliterated from his mind as his body responded like it never had before, even with parters much more experienced and quite as pretty.
And then, just as he was about to take him, there on the forest floor, that horrid shriek. "Much as I would love to think as highly of your family as I do of you I think I hate your mother right now." he whispered, rolling off him, though unable to resist one last kiss, which actually threatened to distract them all over again had it not been interrupted by another cry from Patrick's irate mother. "PATRICK! I'm counting to ten and if you don't get over here I'm using those sculptures of yours for logs in the oven, let's move, I'm not about to let you moon around all day even if you do have a girlfriend!"
"You'd best run. Remember, call if you want me. Perhaps a little louder if you can." Taranieth said, straightening the other's clothing and plucking a twig from his hair. "ONE!"
"Go!" he hissed, pushing the other in the right direction. "I won't be far..."
"TWO! Patrick, I'm warning you, that wasn't an empty threat!"
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:40 pm
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
Patrick whimpered at having to get up, to move toward the horrendous noise and - even worse! - let go of the man on top of him.
With a nuzzle to Taraneith's cheek, he stumbled to his feet whilst smiling at how Master Tar was straightening him out, giggling at the kiss he was given.
"Don't worry about it: I hate my family most days anyway, so it's not as though I don't understand where you're coming from - in fact, today I understand it a lot more than normal!" He murmured, hurriedly kissing Taraneith's cheek ever so lightly and giving him another sweet smile before he began walking toward the house.
"Knowing my mother, she won't let me alone - she'll bombard me with questions, and set me work all the way through what's left of today..." He called over his shoulder regretfully, waving before running properly.
Just as his mother opened her lips to bellow 'Four', Patrick skidded to a halt directly before her and forced his glare to remain hidden.
"Yes, mother?"
... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:33 am
 As you grow, much too fast,
Run along, your legs are getting longer.
Patrick`s mother shook her hair out of her eyes. She had found a gray one the other day - it was her children`s fault, she was sure.
She sighed a little, and the sight of Patrick`s smile made it worth all the troubles once again.
But she had work to do. And he was going to help. Even if it killed her to make him do it. The brat had to learn a little responsibility.
"If you want dinner tonight you`re going to go out back and cut firewood enough for the oven. And don`t dawdle!" she said sharply, shivvying him into the house. "Where were you hiding all day? And what is going on with that Sarah girl? She didn`t seem happy when she left. I thought you`d had a fight! And then I was too busy cleaning up after Emma, spilled her juice, silly girl, and then you were nowhere to be found! You owe me an explanation!"
Though I know you`re getting stronger.
I look back and weep, for times when you were mine.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:48 am
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
"Mum I can't explain - Sarah and I just had a slight misunderstanding, that's all..."
Sure, I helped her to it, but my mother doesn't need to know that. I suppose Emma's not the worst of my sisters, but if mother grooms her then she'll be like all the other girls soon enough...
With that in mind, Patrick smiled at his parent to keep up the pretense. "She'll get over it - she wanted to be sure that the doctor had told her she wasn't pregnant, which she couldn't quite remember since she fainted at the news."
The young man shook his head as he bent to retrieve the axe so that he could chop the firewood. "No, it wouldn't have been mine even if she had been pregant - which the doctor told her she isn't..."
He waited, eyes scanning the house warily: if his older sisters came towards him, then he'd hide, and if Emma came then he'd make sure she was safe from the axe by picking her up.
... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 12:19 pm
As you grow, much too fast,
Run along, your legs are getting longer.
Patrick`s mother sighed, and walked in. She supposed she`d find out eventually.
"It would have been Adrian`s, I`m sure." she muttered.
Though I know you`re getting stronger.
I look back and weep, for times when you were mine.  Happy giggles, silly smiles.
Emma gurgled happily, walking around, trying to find her brother. Patrick was alway the nicest to her.
She picked a dandelion, and then she saw him, and immediately stumbled over, holding it out to him.
"Pattick!" she cried happily. "Pity Flower!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:07 pm
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
At the sound of his sister's angelic tones, Patrick's face transformed, softness seeping into every feature: his eyes lightened, his smile became tender and his cheeks went up with the curve of his mouth.
Lowering the axe and carefully placing it out of Emma's reach, he bent down to accept her flower. "It is, isn't it?" he murmured, gently pressing the dandelion to his nose and pretending to sniff.
"Smells nice, huh?" Picking his sister up, he held it to her nose before tickling her.
The young man glanced to his mother. "If I promise to chop firewood later, then can I look after Emma instead right now? I'll chop enough for dinner first though." He added hastily, still smiling at his sister.
Maybe she can meet Taraneith and Keegan? She's so small, and I play with her in the woods as often as I can - anyone would simply believe I was playing a game with her, using the forest to help me tell the stories...
... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:21 pm
As you grow, much too fast,
Run along, your legs are getting longer.
Isabel Smith chuckled to see her son's nice way of treating the baby girl. That one will make an excellent father... she thought, smiling and nodding as she went over to the baby, picking her up and putting her in her crib, to one side of the kitchen, to allow her son to do his job without worry for her.
"Thank you Patrick that would be help, really, it's hard to get anything done with her running about the house."
Though I know you`re getting stronger.
I look back and weep, for times when you were mine. Happy giggles, silly smiles.
Emma cried at being taken away from her beloved brother, then hung at the edge of the crib to try to get out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:36 pm
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...Patrick went to Emma's side and went eye-level so that he could talk quietly to her. "Shhh, it's ok: you just need to be quiet, and when I'm done with the dinner wood, we can go play with dragons, hmm?" He winked, smiling at her conspiratorially as he kissed her cheek.
"But you need to sit down - I'll make silly faces and mummy won't know!" he declared, winking again, demonstrating his very special, extremely ridiculous expressions for his baby sister. He loved to make her laugh, and he intended to do so before - as well as during - his chore.... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:03 pm
Happy giggles, silly smiles.
Emma stopped crying. And started laughing. a lot. "Pattick! Funny! More!" she said, plopping almost comically onto her bottom.
Then she tried to make a silly face back, but she only managed to look adorable as she struggled to imitate her brother. She never took her eyes off him for a second.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:26 pm
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...Knowing he had to entertain Emma, Patrick giggled at her attempts to copy him before returning another expression of his own.
He was used to juggling watching his sister whilst not hurting himself by now, darting regular glances between his axe, where it landed, and his sister's face.
After ten minutes, he had the wood - and even a little extra - chopped for his mother. Patrick put the axe away then swooped down upon his sister to pick her up.
"Are we going out then, Em? Or does Emma have a poopy diaper?" He asked, pretending to sniff her and waft a finger below his nose.
"I think Emmy needs a diaper change before we go - we don't want to scare off the dragons do we?" he murmured, smiling at her as his voice encouraged her to agree.
Once her nappy was changed, he carried her to his mother. "We'll be in the forest, and my eyes won't leave her I promise!" He told her, awaiting her approval of the plan and not minding any hair-pulling his sister might be indulging in.... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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