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| Dashed Upon the Rocks of Self-Esteem; for Guess | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 15 2009, 10:34 PM (211 Views) | |
| Guess | Jun 17 2009, 04:56 AM Post #26 |
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He chuckled at her words, his eyes sparking with something that would be easily described as lust. “Neither have you.” He cooed back to her as she shifted above him and placed his hands along her body. While her movements screamed of impatience, need, and urgency, his had a completely different feel to them. The magician’s hands and fingers explored Freya’s body with slow and sensual desire; pressing gently, smoothing his palms across her, lightly squeezing where space allowed, and playfully while not to the point of being distracting, tickling. There was a curiosity to his movements as he wandered up her form, brushing her shirt out of the way as he continued to explore, strolling up her spine and tracing her shoulder blades. His fingers trickled along her sides, becoming particularly interested in a specific area which twitched under their tips for several seconds. Trailing back down, he dipped ever so slightly below the brim of her pants before reaching over them and giving the pert mounds he found there a firm squeeze. Razi had all the time in the world and he planned on making it count. As she peeled back a strand of bandage, his mouth engulfed her own when the kiss was renewed with an intensity that he was sure she hadn’t been expecting. He took the opportunity to explore her mouth this time, discovering all the things that he had figured he’d missed during the first kiss. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, pleasantly humming against her skin, one hand moving to trail fingers through that long, crimson hair of hers before resting to cradle the back of her head in his hand. Razi was fully aware of the fact that his clothing seemed to go on for days and had the perfect solution to aid in Freya’s quest to disrobe him. Hearing her plea, he chuckled. His right hand slipped away from its exploration, dipping down to undo the sash and fling it to the side with a split second finesse that made it look of child’s play. He grinned against her mouth, but said nothing; the joke was evident to both of them. The hand which had been used to remove the sash snapped its fingers then, almost instantly doing away with several of non-essential things that made up his outfit; causing them to disappear in a puff of shadow. The action left him simply with his pants, hooded robe, and the bandages which enshrouded his face. There was more he was willing to do, but he refrained; there was no need to rush on his end. For once he would allow the show to belong to another and he would take his cues from Freya, only stepping in when it seemed to be what she desired. Edited by Guess, Jun 17 2009, 05:02 AM.
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| Freya LaShale | Jun 17 2009, 05:36 AM Post #27 |
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"Not true. I saw your hands," she mused. But not much else, which was growing to irritate her. When the magician returned a passionate kiss, though, her hands went limp against the sash he so easily seemed to rid himself of. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment in that unmistakable haze of ecstasy, and as he hummed, she moaned - not a vulgar moan, mind you, but it certainly was one. He was paying such specific attention, playing off everything she did and doing such a great job, her urgency was lost. She could quite possibly simply lay there and allow him to do this for hours. Freya's teeth teasingly nipped at his tongue before her mouth opened once more for his exploratory whims. She felt weak and vulnerable, not the huntress she prided herself on being in similar situations with other men. No, she actually liked this one, and it seemed to have more sway on her than she even realized. She could do anything he told her to right now obediently with no questions asked, as long as he kept kissing her while she did it. The girl didn't even notice when the great majority of the things he was wearing vanished, considering her eyes were closed and not even Armageddon could wake her from this trance. She only noticed when her hand glided over his shoulder and started downwards between them to feel at the firmness she had mentioned a little while before, and she did not indicate any surprise or even eagerness, except for the one finger that, upon reaching his waistline, dipped beneath his pants. She could have exclaimed, she was so happy his skin wasn't deformed and riddled with scars or something. Even then, it wouldn't stop her, but the more skin she discovered, the deeper her trance became. The arm she used to hold herself above him reached beneath his head to cradle it. Its twin rose beneath the robe and sought his stomach gradually before winding to his side, wedging her arm between him and the bed once more. Finally in a position to, she quickly leaned all of herself to the side and used nearly every bit of strength she had to heave the massive body along with her in a girl's attempt to change positions and get him on top. She wanted to continue the feeling of being taken care of, and so in this way, passed a bit of dominance over to him. Not to mention, her hair was beginning to become a nuisance as it had begun to lay all over his face, potentially disrupting the kisses, and she wouldn't have that. And by this time, words were useless and entirely unnecessary for her just as well. She would only separate her lips from his in second-long moments to catch a gulp of air. |
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| Guess | Jun 17 2009, 12:18 PM Post #28 |
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The magician merely purred as she nipped at him and he returned the favor. Her touch was electrifying. He shivered inwardly as her finger scouted past his waist, and his stomach rippled as she brushed past it to reach his side. Razi was accommodating when he noticed Freya attempting to roll them both over. He assisted her, shifting his own weight accordingly so that the switch of positions was fluid. Now that she was prone beneath him, Razi pulled back from the kiss and held himself at arms length, his hands flat against the bed to either side of her shoulders. He looked at Freya a few moments more, roving her with his eyes, already envisioning what he wanted to do with her, or rather, to her before their time together ended. He then pulled back so that he was sitting on his knees, being careful not to apply any unwanted pressure as he towered over her. The magician then slowly covered his face with his hands and a dark mist began to billow upwards from between his fingers. A hissing sound accompanied the action, as if his hands were blazing hot and face freezing cold. When he let his arms fall to his sides, at the same time lowering himself so that he was once again arm’s length above Freya, many of the bandages had disappeared. Everything from the bridge of his nose and below was open to her, though he decided to keep the rest for reasons unknown. Razi’s chin was smooth to the touch; he had never had to deal with the necessity of shaving. Along his right cheek there was the beginning of a tattoo, done in an immaculate white, which actually began just a few breadths away from the corner of his mouth. The design was archaic in appearance, wing shaped with various tiny, intricate portions left unfilled in the shape of glyphs. It was a very interesting thing, but the full effect was lost since it disappeared underneath the bandages the magician had let intact. In his current position hovering over her, his robe fell open, draping to either side of him as he leaned forward to engage Freya’s mouth with his once more. Eventually he opted to simply shrug the item off completely, brushing it to the side, his unmarred torso becoming fully exposed to her. The magician possessed a muscle density that he thought complimented his tall stature; he was neither overly burly nor sticky thin and definition was abundant on him. After a bit of continuing the eager tongue dancing, he pulled his lips away from hers, grinning madly. Hungrily he moved his mouth to suck at her pulse, every now and then taking a moment to flick his tongue over the spot and to give the crook of her neck and shoulder the tiniest of nibbles. |
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| Freya LaShale | Jun 20 2009, 08:14 PM Post #29 |
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Hours of fun later~ (( XD )) -------------------------------------------- When he shifted, so did she, very very lazily moving to rise to get a better look at him, now that he'd seemed to agree to her request. The feeling of him sliding out from between her legs was a bit shocking at first, as even for her the area was still very sensitive, but she seemed fine. The magician had her full, undivided attention as the bandages unraveled. Her smile grew a little bit wider every time a bit more skin was revealed, and when it was all over and the wraps lay dangling off the side of the bed, she blinked, having to give him a second and third look-over. It was noted how he seemed to break eye contact. Being wrapped up like that all of the time, she imagined he felt a bit naked, even more so than actually being naked. Regardless, she reclined back down on top of him, her face leaning close to his. Her hands had done many things to him this night, but nothing could compare. Full of warmth, containing the gentleness within them that only love and affection could provide, they found the sides of his face, drawing up into his hair, delicately weaving around to the back of his neck where her index finger twirled around the strands. Its twin remained on his cheek, where she carefully drew his face back to her's, and when it had returned, her soft lips brushed against his once more. There was hardly any motion to this kiss. It was quite unlike the others the pair had indulged in. This kiss was full and deep, the kind that made your eyes roll into the back of your head, the kind where you would breathe for one another and melt. It was the kind of kiss they based fairy tales on. "You had me a bit frightened," she said softly against him, her eyes opening only a fraction, the green, green hues full of what could be very easily mistaken for love. "You should have warned me. I would have never worried." Edited by Freya LaShale, Jun 20 2009, 08:16 PM.
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| Guess | Jun 20 2009, 08:49 PM Post #30 |
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His gaze returned to hers when she leaned down close to him. Though the bandages only function was indeed to only act as a prop he used for his life’s performance, without them he felt as if something was missing. He felt a little more vulnerable to the world around him without him and he wasn’t completely sure as to why. Perhaps he had put too much of himself into the role he played in the grand stage that was the world, but that thought was immediately dismissed. Razi’s mind told him that he was simply being distracted by the romantic feelings that he was experiencing. There was nothing abnormal about his current unease and nothing about him needed to be altered. He stared at Freya at first with a look of surprised bewilderment when her hands touched either side of his face, snapping him out of his weird thoughts. The softness that her hands touched him with, which went beyond physical properties, caused a bashful smile to appear on his lips. He offered no resistance or movement while her hand moved up his face and through his hair. While she continued to hold his cheek, inner warmth appeared there, his eyes, unsure of what to do quickly shifting to either side of him before once more focusing on Freya. Razi at first stared at her with slightly widened eyes when she kissed him, not sure how to respond to this sudden show of affection. It was completely different from the frenzied passion that they had showed to one another during the past few hours. This didn’t stop him from returning the kiss however, his eyes nearly closing when she then pulled away and spoke to him. The magician’s eyebrow rose skeptically at her words. He didn’t understand what she was talking about it. “Frightened..?” He repeated slowly, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. “Warned you about what exactly?” The magician had a feeling that he was missing something, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what. It took a moment of silence on his behalf before an idea sparked. “You mean about answering your request? Well why wouldn’t I? You asked, after all.” |
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| Freya LaShale | Jun 22 2009, 11:12 PM Post #31 |
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She could giggle at his child-like ignorance when he echoed her, but she didn't, and merely kept on smiling as she had been, her hands continuously reaching back up to sift through his mane, coiling the unruly locks around her fingertips. "Well, like anybody else who meets a man with a covered face, I thought you may have been hiding something awful. Not that it would really matter, I like you a lot just because you seem a little bit nuts... but it's a nice relief. Very kissable." Her head lowered back onto his chest, an arm draped over his bare stomach. She shifted a bit to become completely comfortable, against a body that nicely molded to her own, a good fit, and closed her eyes to rest. The magician may not have noticed the bandit's ease, growing to a point of becoming too comfortable, and sleep was quickly rising to meet her. She thought about what might happen tomorrow when they awoke next to each other, how that would play out, and exactly how much of a hangover she might have. She thought about how far she was willing to take this night. Perhaps forever, or at the very least, until Razi screwed it up. On the other hand, Freya wondered how far he was willing to take it. Would it freak him out if, in the morning, she let him know she might be looking for a relationship? Ah, but she still hardly knew the man, and she knew she'd never feel she did until the first time she'd see him burning in anger. It was the best way to judge if she was going to end up getting hurt or not. So, she would wait... and watch... |
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| Guess | Jun 22 2009, 11:40 PM Post #32 |
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The confused expression that was etched onto his face gradually melted away to something more pleasant, a small content smile playing upon his lips as she played with his hair. He listened to her, but didn’t offer an immediate response, instead opting to watch her and simply absorb the relaxed atmosphere with her at his side. “Heh… The feeling is very mutual I assure you.” The voice was barely above a whisper and held a hint of affection that hadn’t been used for years. Mirrored eyes became half-lidded as he watched her slink back down his body, her touch still managing to leave an invisible heated imprint upon his skin. Razi was well aware that she may have been tired and there was no reason to prolong her consciousness for the night. Freya deserved a nice rest after all, she had earned it; they both had. Razi’s gaze flickered quickly around the room, eventually roving over to spot the bottle of alcohol that she had been carrying with her all day. He withheld a chuckle at the sight and memory that accompanied it and simply shook his head. Her previous desire to have him finish off the bottle was the only thing he hadn’t gotten to doing for her. Yet. He laid his own head down, resting it on the palm of one hand while the other gently stroked those brilliant red locks, thinking about what this all meant in the grand scheme of things. A silent yawn escaped him, much to his surprise and he smirked while staring at the ceiling. A rare event indeed that the magician was tired and able to sleep at night. Normally he was able to be awake for days, running various performance ideas in his head, practicing tricks or attempting to train his summons to perform a specific task. As he too began to close his eyes, he couldn’t help but run his fingertips down the length of her form, just to make sure that the memory running through his mind was physical and not just a exciting delusion. |
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