crypt | meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

HARDEST THING TO SAY MEME

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

yep. totally stolen from memebells.
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Summer worried what he might think of her, if he'd turn her away. Because while they'd kissed, sometimes it got a little heated, they'd never been anywhere this intimate. And now she was in his lap, pulling the sheet around them, the only thing separating them were his boxers and the robe that was caught between them. He spoke to her softly and she felt her stomach jump ten stories, her eyes meeting with his. "I couldn't," she breathed out the words, her heart pounding faster and harder than it ever had. She turned her head to kiss his palm, eyes closing for a moment as she just basked in being this close to him for the first time.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you in here," she spoke so softly, her head turning back to look down at him, her skin prickling too as she leaned down to press her lips to his for a slow, drawn out kiss.

He would never turn her away, couldn't possibly deny that he wanted to be close to her, even if they never had been. Now he could remember years of dreaming about a moment like this - and now that he suddenly had it, he almost didn't know what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to make the wrong move, assume too much, drive her away - he felt like he'd been waiting his entire life for Summer to even think about getting this close to him, pulling the soft sheets of the bed around them as her lips touched his hand - and then his own lips. The thing was, as soon as she leaned in to kiss him, the racket inside his head seemed to fall silent, every single one of his senses so very attuned on just this moment that he almost laughed - this was exactly what he'd needed to get his mind to quiet, if only briefly.

His lips moved carefully, slowly against hers - and probably a little more eagerly than he meant, but there was only so much he could hold back when suddenly his fantasy seemed to have stepped out of his mind and into his lap - and his body knew it, too. He shuffled up so he was sitting a little better, the hand that wasn't touching her face moving to carefully rest at her hip, fingers curling gently into the fabric of her robe. "Well... I didn't mean to keep you up," he murmured, smiling up at her with a mixture of gentleness and hopefulness that he simply couldn't mask. "What can I do to help?"

With their bodies pressed closer together, she was finely attuned to the fact that she'd never been this close to him or any other man in her life. His kiss was eager but so was hers, her body seeming to know exactly what to do even if her mind was racing with how much she didn't know what to do. Moving beneath her, he sat up a little more, his hand finding her hip, making her shift a little closer to him.

Of course, his words only made her nervousness multiply, made those butterflies in her stomach flutter like mad. But it was his smile that made it stop, the way he looked so hopeful and she knew then and there that this was right. She kissed him again, softly, slowly before she could manage to whisper, "I love you, Leckie. I..." How did she say this? How did tell him what she wanted when she wasn't even sure what to say? "I..." Instead of speaking, both hands found his face and drew his it to her mouth once more, this time letting the hunger in her kiss tell him what she wanted, what he could do to make it better.

She didn't answer him in so many words... but her action was unmistakable, saying she wanted more, she wanted to get closer - and he couldn't possibly even consider denying that unspoken request. Summer had been waiting years for him to come home, to start a life with him, and he had returned only to put that life on hold once more when he hadn't remembered a thing. He'd hoped to get it back on track, telling her tonight how he felt... but then the fireworks had knocked his entire life loose and suddenly he felt like the fuse for this moment had been lit years ago, and now it was just coming full circle, it was time for this to happen. The thought both excited and terrified him, but the latter only in that... he wanted to do this right, he wanted to treat her with the utmost respect and love and he wasn't entirely sure how... but he was damned if he wasn't going to try and figure it out.

His body shivered again as she kissed him, especially considering the feel of her heat, her weight in his lap, making his body react and he was worried it would scare her away... but he'd just have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, he tried to answer that kiss with one of his own, nodding a little against her lips as his fingers dragged down the fabric of her robe, over her hip and down to touch the outside of her thigh, coming dangerously close to the hem. "Summer... I love you too. I have for so long - " He wanted her to know that, for her to understand that what she was doing... he didn't think it was wrong, either.

Summer didn't know how to start things or if this was right, but she knew she wanted it, it felt right to her. Her whole body was eager for his, feeling needy now that they were pressed so tightly together. She'd never felt this way before, she'd never felt this sort of need until the moment she was in his lap like she was now, the heat of their bodies pressed tucked together, both of them shivering but neither of them chilled.

His hands moved along her body, touching her through fabric and she felt her breath catch in her throat at the idea of him touching her in those same places except without fabric between them. Her eyes opened to look at him when he spoke, melting above him at what he said. "Oh, Leckie..." She knew he knew she loved him for so long too. "I would've loved you no matter what. I still do," she murmured softly against his lips. And with a tiny breath, her hand reached for his, guiding it to the tie of her robe, her stomach churning with nerves as she encouraged him to pull at it.

He was feeling the same way, like his body was overheating but it was exactly what he wanted, Summer pressed against him so tightly that they could melt into a single person. He wanted to touch her, touch her everywhere, but he wasn't sure he should until she reached for his hand, pulling his fingers toward the tie of her robe in an action that was as unmistakable as the passion behind her kisses. She wanted this, she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't, and he couldn't deny that he wanted it, too - wanted to give her what she had waited years to have.

His fingers moved to grasp the fabric beneath them, carefully pulling at it until it came loose, the robe falling open with nothing to hold it closed over her body and... well, fuck, she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it, and he couldn't help the way he stared, the little inhale of breath, the way his fingers moved from her robe to the soft skin of her stomach, the pads of his fingers touching her almost like she might break if he wasn't as careful as he could possibly be. He glanced up at her face, wanting to make sure this was still okay, that his touch wasn't going to drive her away, his expression both reverent and awestruck at just how beautiful her body was, with nothing left to hide it. "And I can't ask for anything more." Because really, who could? Who could possibly imagine wanting something greater than what she had given him?

Edited 2012-05-31 20:41 (UTC)

As he pulled the tie loose, the fabric of her robe loosening, one side slipping down her shoulder, she watched his face. She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes just from the sheer nervousness of him seeing her bare for the first time, from this angle. And as his hand moved touch her, she sucked in a breath, her eyes glued to his face, shifting a little into that very touch, the first time any man had ever touched her there, bare skinned and warm. When his eyes met with hers and he spoke, she wasn't sure if that meant she was beautiful or just passable. And after a faltering sort of smile, she nodded, chewing on her lip as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her, exposing the rest of her body to his scrutiny.

"I know I'm not... a pin up or anything," she choked out nervously. I just hope that I'm pretty enough for you to want me the rest of our lives is what she wanted to say.

Her reaction wasn't exactly what he'd expected - he'd thought she might be shy, she might blush and act bashful, but she was acting truly terrified, more nervous than he ever wanted her to feel, not around him. He couldn't help but frown, pulling his hand away for a moment, looking up at her face and trying to understand what she might be feeling, how she could possibly think... "Summer - Summer, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he mumbled, awestruck at the fact that she somehow didn't realize it. His hand moved to touch her skin again, to trace her collarbone, wanting to move lower, to touch her chest, but not yet, not now, not until she wanted him to. "You're... you're perfect, don't you think I can see that?" He was the one who wasn't perfect, at least he wasn't skin and bones anymore but there were scars he couldn't hide, he'd just been hoping she hadn't seen them in the dark.

But all of that wasn't even important at the moment, as the hand touching her face tried to get her to look up, to calm down, his thumb stroking her cheek carefully, gently. "I don't want you to be scared, you don't - you don't have to do this - " God, he wanted her, he wanted more, but if she didn't, if she was only trying to keep him from leaving, now that he had his memory back... then that wasn't want he wanted this to be about.

It was amazing how just a few words could change the whole feeling of a situation. When he spoke, when he called her perfect, when he said she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, she felt herself relax above him, the tension twisting her stomach into knots disappearing. It was the way he said it, the look on his face as he did that made her believe it. And he wasn't one to say things to humor her or to get his way, he was a good man who loved her and what he said, he meant. Her eyes met with his as he urged her face up, her cheeks finally flushing as they should and her lips curving into a nervous but not scared smile. "I'm not scared," she said it softly, confidently even though she was a little scared of doing it wrong. "I just want to be what you wanted."

And because of his words, it made her easy to lean back down, bare chest pressing to his as she kissed him, tenderly, her fingers slipping up to comb through his hair as her other hand slipped between them to rest on his chest, just missing the scar there.

Whatever part of what he'd said had gotten through, it had done what he'd wanted - she relaxed, a smile curving her lips and when she said he wasn't scared, he believed her, believed that she wasn't forcing herself to do this, that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her - and oh, that meant more than he could possibly say. It felt like his heart had almost stopped and now it had started again. Yes, he wanted to continue, but there was no way he would have if she hadn't wanted to, if she hadn't been able to see just what he wanted to tell her - that she was perfect, that nothing could change that. "You have always been what I've wanted," he told her, and his words were sincere, honest. "And you always will be, Summer Roberts." He was sure of that, more sure than anything, no matter what happened between them. This girl had been the center of his life for so long, through thick and thin, and he would never want anyone else, no one could compare.

And that was doubly true as she leaned forward, her chest brushing against his as her lips sought his for a kiss, one he hummed quietly into, remembering they had to keep it down but he still wanted her to know how good it felt. But as her fingers trailed down his chest, his body couldn't help but tense - he didn't know what she'd do when she saw the scar, when she realized she might have to touch it, that it was something he could never remove or make better. He knew he wasn't ugly, he knew she must find him desirable and he always did his best to look good for her, but somehow he'd always felt much safer knowing the worst he had to offer could be hidden beneath his clothes and dealt with later - except now it was later, and now she was going to see.

He broke the kiss slowly, reluctantly, deciding that he couldn't possibly hope to keep her from noticing it, he wasn't stupid enough to think that she'd never see it. He swallowed, not entirely sure what to say, how to tell her, except, "I'm not as perfect as you are, though. I know I'm lucky - I'm whole, and I'm here, but I - " He reached for her hand, pulling it closer to the biggest scar, leaning back a little so maybe she'd be able to see without actually making her touch it - that she'd have to do on her own. "If you don't like it... I just figured you should know where to avoid."

There was never a feeling of this being forced, she'd wanted this from the start, from the moment she decided to sneak into his room in nothing but her robe. There was no question that she wanted to get as close to him as she could even if she was nervous and excited. But that was normal, right? It had to be. But when he spoke, he made it so much easier for her to ignore those butterflies in her stomach, the way her heart was swelling in her chest so big. "I think I've wanted you all my life." She just didn't know it until a couple of years ago. "I'll always love you. Always." And she'd prove it to him time and time again if she had to, if what she'd done already wasn't proof enough.

But as she leaned over to kiss him, she felt him tense beneath her fingertips which only made her pause and pull her hand away from his chest, her eyes opening to look at him as he pulled back from the kiss. And as he started to speak, her eyes started to drift downward, wondering what he was talking about, why he was drawing her hand to-- Her eyes went wide as her fingers suddenly felt the raised and puckered skin beneath her fingertips. And for a moment she just pulled back a little so she could see, her eyes squinting against the dim light of the room. Her training as a nurse did her no favors when it came to imagining what sort of wound it was, what it looked like when it was fresh, her expression falling for a moment as her hand slid down his side. She knew it shouldn't hurt him but her eyes flickered to his face to make sure. "Leckie--" She leaned up to press her lips to his briefly, her words that followed soft and full of emotion. "I don't like it but not because of what you think... I don't like that you had to go through all that pain." Her hand stayed on it, smoothing up and down along the scar, tracing it with her palm. "You're still perfect to me."

And after pressing another soft kiss to his lips, she dared to be bold, leaning down to press a kiss to the scar, shifting above him a little so that she could do so. Her fingers found another, small nick near by and she pressed her lips there too, realizing then that this was the first time she'd ever done something like, kiss a man's chest. She glanced back up to him, "I love all of you."

Those words of hers made him relax, almost melt into that kiss, as she told him she'd love him forever, that she'd been waiting for him as long as she'd been alive. It was a beautiful thought, one that carried weight, and the desire to be what she wanted, what she needed, but now that he had his memories back... he hoped that was exactly what he could do.

Still, he couldn't help but hold his breath, his body tensing again as she reached down to touch the biggest scar on her chest. It was hard to gauge her reactions, whether they were good or bad, so he just sat as still as he could, hardly daring to breathe as she moved to slide her hand over his side, leaving a swath of heat in its wake as he dared to look up again as she started to speak. And her words were... comforting, and a relief, as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when she said she still thought he was perfect. "It brought me home to you... even if it took longer than it should have," he murmured, because it had, in more than one respect. He had been gone at war for a long time, and then he had come home but still been essentially gone, up until tonight.

But what really brought her point home was when she leaned down, her lips touching the scar and making him gasp - in pleasure, and nothing but - as heat blossomed over his skin wherever her lips touched, the newer skin of the scar somehow more sensitive than he could have imagined. His fingers curled gently against the skin at her shoulder and cheek as he held perfectly still, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a breath. This was the first time a woman had kissed him like that, too - sure, there had been gently of chances for kisses and more in Melbourne, but he'd had a girl back home waiting for him, and so while he'd done plenty of (drunken) looking, he hadn't done any touching. "Oh, that..." He trailed off, one hand sliding down her back, fingers trailing over the bumps of her spine as he didn't dare move his torso at all. "That feels good."

That was exactly it. As much as she hated to see that scar there, to feel it beneath her hand or lips, she knew the hard truth was, it brought him home to her. That wound, the one that almost took him away from her, physically then mentally, was the reason he was there beneath her now, breathing and very much alive. "It did," she replied softly, taking comfort in the fact that it was just a scar, healed forever.

But she took more comfort from the way he touched her as her mouth found that scar, that skin that deserved to be loved. She tried to replace the malice that put it there with nothing but love and understanding. And as his fingers slipped down her spine and he told her it felt good, she let out a quiet sound, her very first moan against his skin. She took in another breath, boldly kissing along the scar again before she wondered if that was too lewd of her to do. Had he been with other girls who kissed him like that? What had those other girls done for him? Would she measure up? She fought back insecurities enough to kiss him another time before finding his lips again, letting her fingers tentatively trace that scar. "Tell me what to do, Leckie... I... I don't know." And while she was never timid, it just wasn't Summer Roberts's way, she was now, trying to get a feel for what he liked, what she should do in order to... well, start this. Was there any set order? Was she supposed to do something or should she just follow what her body was urging her to do which was kiss him more?

That moan - oh, that moan was the best sound he'd ever heard, quiet but very honest, very real as his fingers slid down her back. And the fact that she had made that sound because of him... well, that just made it about a hundred times better. His eyes fluttered shut for good and stayed that way as her lips touched his chest again, almost arching his back to press himself closer, wanting more of that touch. Though when she moved, shifting up again to kiss his lips, his eyes slipped open when she spoke, making him smile both at her sincerity, and with his own hopeful nervousness. While she was worried she might not measure up, she had nothing to measure up to - yes, he'd been tempted, but he'd had a girl waiting back home for him, and he'd kept his debauchery in Melbourne to getting falling-down-drunk and a whole lot of staring. Maybe there had been some drunken touches, but really... those couldn't compare, and they hadn't gone very far. Not where this, he suspected, was going to go.

He glanced up at her; he knew how things were supposed to work, and he'd fantasized plenty, helped on by a healthy dose of the lewdest talk the United States Marine Corps had to offer. But here and now, when it really came down to it... "I don't know that I know, exactly, either," he admitted quietly, fingers brushing against the bare skin at the small of her back as his other hand rested at her hip. "I've never... well, it's probably not something most men would admit, but..." He was a virgin, that was all there was to it, but he knew what his body was telling him, the same as Summer did. "I was hoping... we could figure it out together?" He wasn't sure how this was supposed to work, what society thought, but maybe if they just... talked, told each other when something felt good, when they wanted more or when it was too much... "And I do know that if you decide you don't want to do something... tell me. Please." He would much rather stop in the middle of something than go all the way thinking it was something she wanted only to find out later it wan't.

Summer had been given a talk of sorts, of the mechanics. But no one told her what to do when she was perched on top of the man she loved, a flimsy layer of fabric separating their bodies, and her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst. She didn't have the benefit of the Marine Corps, hell, she didn't even have the benefit of girlish gossip, the subject was still taboo and she knew for a fact that only one of her friends had ever done this with a boy. But they didn't talk about it.

Still, there was some sort of strange relief she got when he admitted that he didn't know what to do either, implying that he was just as inexperienced as she was, just as 'pure'. And when he said he hoped they could figure it out together, a rush of air left her lungs, a smile parting her lips without her meaning it to. "Okay," she murmured quietly, remembering they had to stay quiet for very obvious reasons. So at his instruction, his plea, she nodded. "I promise." She would stop him if something felt wrong or she decided to back out because while she was meek now, she knew that when she didn't want to do something, she would stand up for himself.

"We can do this. Together." Her mouth pressed to his once more, kissing him with a slow mounting passion, her mind still buzzing with questions about how she should move, where should she touch, what was wrong, what was right, was she supposed to stay in his lap?

Robert wasn't sure how he'd managed to imagined something like this so many times and still not fully capture the way he felt, but he suspected it had something to do with the girl sharing the space beneath his sheets. Nothing he had imagined had prepared him for this, not really, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try his damnedest to make this everything he wanted it to be for her - and him. It would probably involve some fumbling, some second-guessing, and a whole lot of asking, but he trusted Summer completely and this was something he wanted to figure out together with her.

So he smiled as she agreed, both that they could do this together and that she would tell him if he went too far, but that was about as far as his thinking got before she moved to kiss him again. He was quite happy to kiss her back - kissing was familiar, yes, and it was one way he knew to be close, though this time when his hands touched her back or her sides, they were met with bare skin, something that made him shiver every time he realized it; not to mention that all of this shifting around on his lap was having a bigger effect every second, though he supposed if they were going to go farther with this, then that was exactly what was supposed to happen - at least on his end. He didn't know much about what was supposed to be going on for her, but he figured the only way he'd find out was to get doing - so he kept right on exploring her back with his fingertips, both hands sliding over bare skin now because she'd seemed to like it so much before. His lips moved eagerly against hers, trying to get a feel for how she was feeling through the kiss as his hands tried to map out every inch of her body, moving down over her behind once he'd finished her back, then over her legs, up her stomach, though he slowed down as he reached just a little higher, the pads of his fingers gently, carefully tracing out the curves under those perfect breasts of hers.

Summer didn't know what she wanted this to be, except special. While he might have imagined this moment in more detail, she imagined it in a more romanticized way, due to her inexperience and lack of exposure. Whenever she pictured this sort of thing, it was more... emotional than physical. It was about love and kisses and then the afterward, the life that came with it all. She had dreams of kisses in the sun, under the stars, but nothing really more.

But her body seemed to know what to do, giving her urges to do certain things, like as she kissed him, she rocked her hips just a little. It was to quell an ache was slowly growing between her legs as his hands went exploring, touching her skin, tracing the curves of her body, stomach, and just under-- She gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin just below her breasts, her eyes fluttering as she smiled against his lips. "That... Yeah, good." Her hands, however, were doing their own exploring. One slipped through those curls of his, just like they always did, something familiar and comforting. The other slipped over his shoulder, his arm, just touching him where she could, trying to memorize him and set his skin alight just like he was doing to her.

Edited 2012-06-01 00:04 (UTC)

In the end, it didn't much matter how either of them had imagined it, except that they had some vague idea of how they wanted things to be special and it was a good place to start. Though honestly, Robert was almost convinced that Summer knew exactly what she was doing - that little rock of her hips made him gasp, before letting out the quietest sound he could against her lips, very much like a low groan because God, that was what he wanted, a lot more of that. But even before he could start to go after it, it was her turn to gasp; his eyes opened, watching her face as she told him what he was hoping to hear - that touching her chest was completely allowed, and that it even felt good. He had to admit, he was curious - what man wasn't? - and he wanted to know just what touching her there meant and if it really could make her feel good.

"Okay," he mumbled, carefully, sliding his fingers up over the curves of her chest, the pads of his fingers exploring soft, supple skin with both care and eagerness, not sure how she would react but he would take the good reactions and try to get more of them, that was all he knew for sure.

Summer was surprised at his reaction when her hips moved against his and he made that sound, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. It was something like a groan and it made her whole body feel hot, want more of it. But she was distracted by the way his hands felt on her breasts, by the way he seemed to understand that she liked the way it felt. Biting down on her lip, she suppressed another one of those moans of hers, trying to stay quiet as she pressed her chest into his hands a little more, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.

Humming softly at the feeling, she shifted in his lap again, wanting to hear him make that sound once more, wanting to draw any sort of reaction from him. Her fingers curled against his scalp once more as she leaned down to press her lips to his.

If Summer was anything, she was a hell of a fast learner; she seemed to realize he liked what she was doing in his lap, because even as he kept touching her chest, she squirmed again and it made his breath catch in his throat as her heat rubbed against the erection growing beneath his boxers. The action made his fingers involuntarily curl, albeit gently, against her skin, squeezing her breasts softly beneath his fingers as he let out a soft, strangled sound, doing his damnedest not to rock back up against her, not to rush this. He felt about ready to explode and nothing had really happened yet (except it had, because something had sure happened to get Summer naked and in his lap in this dark little room). He forced his eyes opening, laughing softly against her lips at their sheer... situation. "I... can't say this is how I thought I'd be spending tonight," he murmured, though it was clear in his tone and his face that he could not think of a better way.

Summer had always been a fast learner, always. And when he reacted, she wanted to make him react again, easy as that. Of course, she felt the result of her actions between her legs, pressed against her, trapped beneath fabric. But she could hardly focus on that when she felt him squeeze her breasts, making her gasp in return, her eyes fluttering open to meet with his as he spoke. "I wasn't, planning on this," she admitted quietly, though it was the truth, it had been a last minute, spontaneous decision. And now she was here and above him, as bare as the day she was born, feeling as vulnerable too. "Hope you don't mind," she managed to say in a breathlessly cheeky voice, her usual playfulness shining through for a moment before it faded as she rolled her hips again, just trying to see what it'd make him do because it sure made her feel a bit hotter.

He took that gasp of hers for a good thing, moving to palm and roll her breasts carefully, gently in his palms as his eyes stayed locked on her face. Of course, he knew she hadn't been planning this - too much had happened today, but however she had come to the decision, he was glad she had. "Oh... no, not at all," he assured her, when she teased him breathlessly, his own mouth stretching into a grin that faltered only when her hips rolled again, this time finally making him arch and try to follow the motion of her hips with his own, starting to feel a burning need for more heat, more friction, even if just a little. His fingers got a little bolder, too, thumbs searching out the sensitive peaks of her nipples, daring to roll them beneath his fingers, trying to see if that was even better than the rest of what he was doing, because she was making him feel awfully good and he wanted her to feel the same. "This is... amazing," he laughed quietly, because it was - amazing, crazy, wonderful, and so much more.

His hips arched beneath her own, earning him another soft gasp, her eyes fluttering again, unable to decide if they want to stay closed or open. Her hands move to either side of his head, fingers curling against the pillow beneath his head. His fingers got bold, fingers tweaking her nipples, a strangled sound escaping her lips, making her so thankful that her father is a sound and deep sleeper because she's having a hard time keeping quiet. Of course, when he speaks, sounding so much like a boy amazed at what they're doing, she can't help but feel overwhelmed with love. "Yeah..." she mumbles, smiling in her agreement, her hips rocking against his again, this time with more purpose than before, knowing that it makes them both feel good and she wants to soothe the ache she feels (even if moving like that only makes it more intense).

He started to think about rolling them over, the idea of how good it would feel to have her body underneath his starting to snake its way into his thoughts. But while he wasn't able to think much, he was able to decide that it could wait another few minutes, at the least, because if they rolled he wouldn't be able to use his hands to touch her and right now, that was exactly what he wanted to keep doing, especially because it seemed to encourage her to rock against him, and that was something he never, ever wanted to stop. "God, that feels good," he mumbled, lips trying to find hers again - and then moving to the side, tracing the edge of her lips, the curve of her jaw, because he knew they needed to keep quiet but he liked those sounds she was making so very much, each one seeming to send sparks over his skin so that he wanted to hear more, to give her the chance to make more as his lips slid wetly, absently over her skin. His hips tried to rock up against hers, carefully, every time she moved, starting up a slow, tentative rhythm that both satiated and fed the fire growing inside him.

She was starting to feel a way she'd never felt before in her life. There was some sensation inside of her, maybe it was need, that was growing, taking over her every action and driving her to do more, she kept rocking above him because that feeling demanded it. And that feeling only grew when he said that what she was doing felt good. It was making her skin tingle, making her feel a little feverish and more than a little breathless. But his lips did the same thing to her as they moved over long untouched skin. If it was sounds he wanted, sounds he would get, a few more gasps, a moan or two, and a needy whimper that followed a particularly hard rock of her hips, the rhythm not quite that, more like a series of movements that had no rhyme or reason to them other than it felt good to move above him, or really, against him.

Still, her body was crying out for more, demanding something but for what she did not exactly know. It was an ache that didn't want to go away and she figured that there was a cure for it, the idea making her stomach flutter but for a far better reason this time.

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I'm thinking they were far enough along before he left that there wasn't much debauchery down under~

works for meeee

I think he'd actually be a good boy if he definitely had someone waiting back home~

d'aww. she's definitely been good

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