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Post by Sophia Kendra Louve on Jan 14, 2010 20:18:17 GMT -1
Kendra smiled as Lachlain moved closer to her, but when he stopped barely a centimetre away from her, she automatically took a step back. She couldn’t help it. For years, whenever someone had stood that close she’d had to move away from them. Even with her long term (ish) boyfriends, she’d had to force herself to get close to them and it always felt like a little part of her had died when she did. So, why did she feel compelled to close that distance and then some?
She frowned and raised her hand to his face, stopping s few millimetres away from his skin. She looked questioningly at him before resting her hand lightly on his cheek. Leaning into him slowly, she searched his eyes to make sure she wasn’t over stepping the mark before kissing him gently on the lips.
And with that, the dam burst.
Kendra all but threw herself at Lachlain, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. She explored his mouth hungrily, nipping at his lips as she did, pressing her body tight against his. She put everything she had into that second kiss, quite literally.
She blindly pushed him backwards until his legs hit the throne, her hands tugging at his clothes all the while, only breaking the kiss to push him onto the seat. She stood in front of him, breath coming out in huffs, and grinned down at him. “You can have me as long as you like, my King ...” [/color] She untucked her top from her trousers and pulled it over her head, throwing it somewhere to the side of them, no caring when it landed on the top of the drinks cabinet. She straddled him on his throne and kissed his neck, licking a line along his ear. She couldn’t quite work out how she’d take her trousers off like this, but she was sure that something could be worked out; she didn’t particularly want to move from where she was sat. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Ìomhair Lachlain on Jan 15, 2010 17:57:53 GMT -1
The twinge he felt as she took a step away from him wasn't to last long, he barely got time to process the action when she brought her hand to his face. Lachlain though she was going to slap him at first until he saw the blatant intention in her eyes. The first kiss was gentle and lachlain held himself back from grapbbing her and pulling her right to him, unable to stand the gap between them any longer. He had never been a fan of kissing on the mouth in the past but heck he was reformed on that idea now. Again he didn't have long to process, she was keeping him on his toes that was for sure, it wasn't something he was used to...
when her arms went around her neck he had to stable himself to stop them flying backwards, her strength throwing herself at him and she pulled him into a fierce kiss. One that saw to wipe Lachlain mind from all ration thought, patients or anything of the like. He returned the kiss with just as much need as she was throwing at him and didn't resist as she started pushing him back towards the throne.
His shirt was lost somewhere along the way but he barely even noticed. He rarely took his shirt of as he had quite a few scars. Although he was nearly a millennia old however he was still as ripped as a 20 year old. The scar on his chest and mainly his back along with his leg the only telling signs from his captivity, usually he kept them covered but he didn't need to from her. She was his mate after all.
“You can have me as long as you like, my King ...”
His eyes briefly followed the flash of fabric as her top was quickly shed. Another one of the many, mounting things leading to him loosing his normal steadfast control. He pulled her closer to him, not caring where her shirt went or that he was skipping over him, giving her time to work out they are mates kind of deal. She obviously felt something for him other wise she wouldn't of jumped him in such a fashion surely? Heck maybe he was imagining the distance between them and she had felt that they where mates all along... Lachlain decided to go with that one – it was the best option. His hands found her bare skin of her back easily, cool to the touch under his hands. His temperature had always run quite hot his entire life, something he wasn't complaining about right now.
He dropped his head to her neck kissing and nipping her neck simular to what she had done earlier. Mumbling half to her and half to himself. “That's.. very good, It's taken a Millienia for me to find you... I don't plan on letting you run off any time soon. ”
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Post by Sophia Kendra Louve on Jan 15, 2010 19:34:29 GMT -1
Kendra felt the warmth of his hands on her back and moaned gently in his ear as the contact sent an electric current along her spine. He was so warm. She hadn’t really realised how cool she’d been until then, but now she had, she pressed up against him all the more, revelling in the heat of his chest.
She did a double take when her bare skin brushed against his, his shirt having disappeared. When had that happened? It had to have happened when she was too busy kissing him to within an inch of his life. She’d had her eyes closed; it was the only explanation as to how she had missed it.
She ran her fingers lightly along his abdomen, trying to stop her jaw from dropping as she did. Looking at him, no one would think he was pushing 30, let alone 1000. He had a body that all men would want and all women would want to bed. He looked like he spent a serious amount of time in the gym, his scars being the only sign that his work outs had nothing to do with bench presses and sit ups.
Even with the scars, the view from where she was sat, looking down at him was divine enough for another moan to escape from her throat. Thank God she had to keep herself in shape for her job, or she wouldn’t have felt good enough to be doing this. As it was, she still felt a small twinge of inadequacy, but it was small enough for her to be able to stifle it.
She leant forward as he nibbled and kissed a line along her neck, her hand slowly making its way down his stomach. When he spoke into her throat, the sound of it seemed to vibrate across her whole body. “That's... very good, It's taken a Millennia for me to find you... I don't plan on letting you run off any time soon. ”
She laughed, lust changing the sound from a giggle to something different. She was glad he wasn’t planning on turning her out just yet, she had too many things she wanted to do to him before he did that. Her hand slipped under his waistband as she turned her head to capture his lips again and –
Wait. What did he say? He’d waited a millennia to find her? Why did it sound as if he’d been looking for her specifically? That wasn’t right, couldn’t be right, could it? She must have misunderstood him.
“What do you mean, you’ve been waiting for me?”
She sat back on his lap and crossed her arms over her stomach, feeling rather subconscious all of a sudden. She couldn’t bring herself to distance herself from him any more than that and for some reason even that felt a bit much. She clamped her hands under her armpits to stop herself from running her fingers along his chest again. She wanted to stay angry at him and that wouldn’t help that.
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