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Post by E on Jan 23, 2006 23:46:22 GMT -5
Amoare felt P’resh shiver under her hands and wondered if it had been her wandering tongue that had caused it. ‘I’ll have to remember that’ she though. Finding his lips on her neck, she found herself caught between gasping as sensations ran down her spine, or giggling as it tickled horribly. She did a mixture of both as her hands found his face and pulled it back up.
Receiving a rough kiss from him, she returned it with equal roughness as her hands wandered across his broad back down to the lower waist and slowly around to the front to feel the stomach muscles there. She didn’t know why, but her hands seemed to rejoice in feeling those particular muscles.
Breaking off the kiss, it was now her turn to kiss his neck and she went to the spot she knew would receive a response, giving it extra care and attention with her lips. After a few moments, she moved to where his neck met his torso and placed a playful bite on the tender skin as she pulled his belt roughly to bring him closer to her.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 24, 2006 0:06:39 GMT -5
When she kissed his neck, P'resh's eyes went unfocused and his lids closed. Gaining goosebumps, he sighed contentment. When she bit him, he breathed deeply, inhaling as much air as he could against the pleasurable pain. He tried to kiss her, but her faced eluded him, forcing him to realize that he hadn't been trying too hard. He reached his arms around her a bit belatedly and hugged her, though the belt tightening her tunic scratched his slightly sunburnt skin.
She pulled on his belt. and his loins ached for her company. Never being one for being teased, he grumbled in his mind, though he would withstand this feeling for her. He wasn't sure when she'd be ready, but he'd wait all the way up to her Queen's first flight if he had to. And that would be the wildest flight since Beodith had last caught Caliath.
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Post by E on Jan 24, 2006 14:46:26 GMT -5
Feeling his embrace again, Amoare looked up from his neck seeking his lips again. She wanted to feel them against hers, no, she needed to have them. The feeling was new to her, but she found herself needing to feel his touch, his caress. Right now, nothing else mattered but those lips.
Her need for his touch wasn’t the only thing her body was yearning for. She felt his pants tighten as she had pressed herself against him. While it didn’t quite register as to what she had done, she only knew that her body ached to be close to his. She found the first obstruction keeping her from him, and it didn’t take much thought before she found her hands beneath his tunic, running over the warm skin hidden there.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 24, 2006 23:21:39 GMT -5
Amoare's hands reached up P'resh's tunic, and he struggled to get it off. Probably is not the best thing to be getting naked, he reminded himself. Her soft hands glided over his muscles, and he flexxed them as she went, though the muscles ached from flying for a great deal of the day. He himself unfastened the belt holding her tunic to her and threw it on the chair behind them. Running his fingers along the bare flesh under her shirt, he sighed. It's not a good idea, a little voice in his head nagged. If she's pregnant, she can't stand for Impression.
That thought sobered P'resh immediately, and though he still ran his fingertips over her back, he wasn't quite as passionate, though he still wanted her, wanted to feel her bare skin on his, wanted to love her. His kisses still contain much passion, however, since he did not intend to deprive her of any of that pleasure. Running his hand over the top of her hair, he pulled it back from her face and kissed her beautiful lips, now red with his ministrations. He pulled her body closer to him, leaving no space between them.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 14:10:10 GMT -5
Amoare tensed slightly as his hands brushed her scarred back, but loosened just as quickly to their warmth. Even still, she found herself suddenly aware of what would be felt there and hesitated. What would he of those long, thin ribbons that ran the diagonal length of her back? They were a very new addition to her body and she had forgotten of them until now.
A new emotion jumped into the fray that was already battling in her head and she found herself very unsure. Passion burned in her veins and her lips protested as they were finally pulled from P’resh’s loving lips. Yet fear and tentativeness found their way into her head and she found herself incredibly small the bronzers large grasp.
She stiffened fear getting the better of her, and she buried her face in his chest, not wanting him to see her sudden conflict of emotions. What was wrong with her? It wasn’t like nobody else on Pern had scars. Unwilling to fight the embrace her body was in, it didn’t take long at all for her body to begin relaxing again simply from the feel of him. If he cared he wouldn’t be holding her, now would he?
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Post by Memorie on Jan 25, 2006 18:08:45 GMT -5
Feeling the scars on her back, P'resh pulled back and looked at her, lifting her chin to look at him with his finger. "What are those from?" he asked. "And what's wrong?" he said, noticing that her face had been burrowed into his chest. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice full of concern.
This seemed like a very poor way to end such and evening, and P'resh was determined to fix it. He hugged Amoare again, trying to make her feel a bit better than she seemed. Her body kept tensing and relaxing against his, and he wonderd if he was making her feel uncomfortable with all his attention.
It's just that I don't want to make her think I don't like her, he told Kaunth, his best friend and always open ear. What c an I do, Kaunth? he asked, becoming worried.
Just listen to her, Kaunth advised.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 18:16:04 GMT -5
Amoare discovered her face lifted to gaze into P’resh’s and a look of concern on his face. Hearing concern in his voice as he spilt out a sting of questions, she suddenly found herself upset that she’d caused such concern in him.
“I… Do they bother you?” she asked unsure of her voice. She was scared to ask, but she didn’t want to keep anything from him. “I got them from a flit… Lues’ mother… I had fallen into her nest and… and killed most of the flits with my clumsiness.”
A single tear found its way onto her cheek and she hurriedly wiped it away, not wanting him to see her as weak. The thought of the baby bodies she had to clean up afterwards though were flashing pictures in her mind. She felt horrible for what she had done.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 25, 2006 18:28:18 GMT -5
"Do they bother me?" P'resh asked, eyebrows knitted. "Of course not, Amoare. Don't be silly." When he saw the tear glide down her soft face, and saw how fast she was to wipe it away, he said, "Sweeting, I don't care about that. We all get a little clumbsy, and you obviously paid for your 'crime,'" he said, indicating the scars on her back. "And I'm sure H'mei and Merda talked about it, and no ill has come of it. You got Lues, you still are able to stand for Hatching, and," he smiled rogueishly, "you have already 'Impressed' me." He kissed her forehead and hugged her, though a little less tightly than before. "So stop worrying. What is done, is done. There is no changing the past, and I know just as well as you do that you did not mean to kill the hatchinglings," he said, smiling at her to soften the phrasing of his words. "Everything is fine." It had been a mouthful for someone like him.
Reflecting on how much he had changed for this girl, he asked Kaunth what was wrong with him.
What do you mean? he replied grumpily. Why can not you accept that she is good for you and you are good for her?
P'resh winced at the harshness of the words as he stroked Amoare's hair. Kaunth was right; P'resh was too self-centered. Perhaps Amoare was better for him than he thought. Kaunth seemed to think it was time for an attitude adjustment, and P'resh agreed.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 20:50:03 GMT -5
Hearing that the scars did not phase P’resh made her smile thru the images that were still going thru her head. Finding comfort in his words and in his new embrace, she leaned against him breathing in deeply. With each breath more of the images left, chased out by the spicy smell that accompanied the Bronzer and her tensed body relaxed more.
“I’m glad that they do not bother you…” she said with a weak smile. Running her hands up his arms till they crossed behind his neck, she kissed him again, though not with quite so much passion. Instead her lips held thanks and gratitude.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 25, 2006 21:12:25 GMT -5
His own lips held a smile for her as they kissed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hearing the blood rushing in his veins in his own ears. She made him happy, everything about her. Her gentle hands and arms, her breathing at night, her light eyes looking into his dark ones all reassured him and took his breath away at once.
As he looked down at her, his smile increased until he could not smile any wider. He looked away, his pride not allowing for him to let her see his silly grin.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 21:18:09 GMT -5
Even as P’resh tried to look away and hide his smile, Amore caught it just in time. A giggle finding its way to her lips, she lifted a hand and turned his head back to face her. Seeing the smile much more clearly, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you smiling like that for?” she asked as she let her hand slide down his cheek to rest on his jaw. Running her thumb lightly across his lower lip, she tip-toed up to kiss the smile that had finished melting any worries away. There was something silly about it, and yet she found herself absolutely in love with it.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 25, 2006 21:32:01 GMT -5
He felt her hand pull his face back and P'resh could not get his facial muscles under comtrol enough for him to hide his smile. "I dunno," he mumbled, embarrassed that she still had seen it. "I was just thinking about how you make me feel," he mumbled again, almost pouting now. She had laughed at him. Not really sure of what to say or do, he furrowed his brows at her. "Hey, I'll getcha for that, you know," he said, grinning.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 21:36:21 GMT -5
Amoare seen the pout on his face and her heart nearly melted. She didn’t know why, but that face on him was irresistible. Hearing that he’d ‘get her for that’ she answered his grin with one of her own.
“Oh yeah? And just how do you expect to manage that?” she asked pushing him away a little and looking him up and down. She attempted to look disbelieving that he could do anything, even as her eyes danced at the sight of his body half naked.
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Post by Memorie on Jan 25, 2006 21:41:43 GMT -5
P'resh glanced down to see why her eyes didn't look at his while she spoke. Remembering that he had shucked his shirt off, he laughed and shrugged. "Oh, like what you see?" he purred. "Besides, there are a lot of ways of "managing that," that you just don't know anything about," he said naughtily. "But now is not the time for those endevours, m'dear." P'resh approached her slowly and brushed his hand on her side. "I could tickle you between," he suggested. "Ot just never ever let you kiss me ever again." He turned away from her, pretending to ignore her.
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Post by E on Jan 25, 2006 21:50:06 GMT -5
Amoare’s eyebrows lifted at the purr and she found herself fighting another strong need to kiss him again. Hearing a naughty tone in his voice, her curiosity was sprung only to be instantly closed again as he reached out to brush her side.
Dancing away from his hand she laughed as it tickled. Prepared to make a run for it, she was surprised to see him turn and hear his next words. Her jaw instantly dropped in surprise even though she could feel that he was joking.
Walking up behind him, she gently placed her hands on his lower back and slowly slid them around to the front, following the line of his pants. “You wouldn’t do that though…” she said in a soft voice as she let her fingers massage his abdomen. Letting her pinkies and ring fingers slip ever so slightly beneath the material of his pants, but not far enough to find anything, she kissed the middle of his back. He wouldn’t REALLY stop letting her kiss him… would he?
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