[Derek Anderson] It was mid evening, his shift was over and now had the time to do what he had planned to do since Rory left last night: return her shoes. A quick call to Katherine and he had learned where Last Watch’s pack house was. He drove there, to the old Church and parked his car. Her was dressed in dark pants, white shirt, his tie was left on the passenger’s seat and a lnog trench coat covered everything, protecting him from the rain.
He stopped at the door and knocked, Rory’s shoes in hand, waiting for an answer.
[Rory] She had spent an uneasy night, after her dash away, though going back for her shoes was never an option. The jacket she didn’t need, not really. The shoes, well. They were a gift, and it will take days to work up the nerve to go get them. For now, though, she has others that will suffice.
But patrols are over, and she’s again buried in making sure the generator is purring as well as it possibly can be, that the little fridge is maintaining the proper temperature, so on, so forth. The knock at the door snaps her gaze up, and her head tips slightly. It’s animalistic, instinct… and after a moment she wipes a smudge of grease across her cheek as she scratches the skin there lightly, and moves to the door on soundless feet.
The door opens and she peers out, just a green eye topped with blood red curls… curious and perhaps a little fearful too. Totally unbefittng a Fostern, but rory isn’t just any fostern, is she? No, indeed.
“….hi.”
[Derek Anderson] He watched Rory’s face and smile to her “Good evening pretty lady, would you mind pointing me to the direction of a stunning redhead who might have forgot taking her shoes with her hwen she left my plae last night?” He said in a teasing tone
He wait for her reaction before grinning “Good evening Rory, how are you?”He hand her the shoes This is yours I believe?” He tilted his head slightly “Permission to enter Kora’s territory?” He wouldn’t come inside a packhouse without being invited. He wondered if Kora was around, it’s been a really long time since he had crossed the path of the Jarl.
[Rory] Her eyes widen in alarm and she looks back over her shoulder as if certain the very words and what they could be taken as will cause Kora to appear, to remind her of her birth, of her place, as she promised when Rory asked to run with the Last Watch. She doesn’t appear, of course, but the worry is clear across Rory’s face still as she turns back to Derek, only managing a sound in the back of her throat…
She’s afraid. Not of Kora. Not of Roman. Of losing this – losing the pack she fights to join, the sense of belongin she hasn’t had since Edwin left her, since Ruarc wandered off again. Her eyes plead with him, even as she reaches for her shoes, clutching them tight to her chest, as she steps back, and nods, slightly. Permission given…
..even if she can’t quite speak.
[Derek Anderson] He sees her reactions and stepping in once she nodded to him. He doesn’t step deep inside. He stays at the entrace “Would you mind asking Kora to call me? Or let her know at least that I’d liek ot talk ot her, so I can have her permission to stop hee once in a while?”
He said, looknig at her “And don’t worry, I won’t say it’s to hang with you”He said with a nod “Speaking of hanging out…get dressed. Since it’s dangerous to do so here, we’ll take a walk in the rain..or something” His blue eyes were onher, a smile on his lips, his hands in his pockets, sutdying this fascinating oyung woman.
[Rory] Confusion wars with other emotions, an endless dance across her face, as she watches him, still holding tight to her shoes. He asks if she’ll have Kora call, and her brows draw down slightly, and she chews her lower lip briefly, even as she nods. He confuses her, that much is clear.
Then she looks down at what she’s wearing, and back up, and tips her head. “am dressed…” Her jeans are tattered, her t-shirt old and faded, her feet bare, but that she fixes after a moment, remembering the shoes she clutches defensively, and slips them on her feet. She looks back to the rooms behind her again, and then slips through the door, outside, where the rain falls..
[Derek Anderson] He smiled to her “I cna see you’re dress, not that I’d complain if it had been otherwise”he said, teasing her. He let her put her shoes on and they move outside, out in the rain. He look at her as the move, trying not ot look where her wet t-shirt was startng to cling, but keeping eyes contact. “How was your day?”
He wanted to spend time with her and knew ways to do so without getting her in trouble. One was to be careful around the packhouse, another was not to do anything that would look too intimate in public, like offering his arm ot her or taking her hand..well not doing it often at least. Once in a while mgiht jsut make them look friendly and having a good time.
[Rory] That causes the color to splash across her cheeks, visible in vibrant flush of red before she tucks her head to hide behind her curls. she wraps her arms around herself, almost defensively, protectively, as they walk. Her t-shirt clings, and she does notice. Even now, still, she has a disconnect in seeing her body as anything attractive, anything sexual. It is forbidden, and as such, she has little to no modesty about it. It is skin – monkey skin. It is almost as if it is borrowed, and not really her own…
She peeks at him, then watches the street as they walk, shoulders rolling up into a slight shrug. “Ok. Rid depairs, mostly.”
[Derek Anderson] He noticed the way she wrapped her arms around herself,trying to hide her sexappeal. He took off his trench coat and put it over her shoulders “There you go, so you won’t look too sexy in that wet t-shirt” He smiled and gently brush a lock of hair away from her face “Seems like you had a good day then” He say ot her answer about her day
“Anything you want to do tonight? Beside being flirted by a sexy man…well if we find one that is” He say with a playful smile
[Rory] She blinks, and them blushes, even as she lifts a hand to grasp the lapel of his coat and tug it around her, tighter. She does not need it’s warmth, but perhaps it’s protection – to hide, to keep him from looking, to stop him from saying things like he did last night…
…like he does now. She blushes brightly, again, and buries her face in his coat, breathing deeply of his scent in the leather.
“…” Lips open to say something, but nothing comes out. She’s flustered, and speechless at that. Finally, softly… “I knon’t dow…”
[Derek Anderson] That made him laugh softly, amused by her. His own white shirt was wet not, fitting nicely against his well defined upper body. His eyes watches her for a moment, just enjoying her presence and that sweet innocence “Ok, I know what I want to do…but for your sake, I’ll keep that to myself..for now. How about getting some food, then we’ll see if you decide something, or I tell you what I have in mind”
He had an impish grin on his lips when he told her that.
[Rory] She peeks up at him, briefly, then back down again, watching the sidewalk and the puddles she doesn’t bother to avoid, just walks through. Another sidelong glance, and then finally, she nods..
…even if what he isn’t saying frightens her, worries her, since she knows where things like that go. It goes like it did with Ray, and it ends in pain, in humiliation, in fear. in being reminded of her birth, her place.
But she nods again, anyway. “…ok.”
[Derek Anderson] He reached to caress her cheek “Hey, smile a little. I’m teasing you, though I think we both would like the same thing. And you know I won’t do anything that could harm you right? If I’m saying something, or offering you anything, it’s because I know we can get away with it..even though you don’t believe me”
He gently bump her and lead her toward a dinner. He felt like eating hamburgers and fries tonight..or maybe a pizza. He wondered what happened ot her to be so frightened, what hurt her to leave her that way. He was aware that things were hard for metis, but..well it all depended on what she wanted. Fooling aroudn wasn’t that dangerous. It was if she got too attached that could be painful for her, because of what the others would do.
[Rory] Its odd, how many men want to protect her, when she can break them without a thought, should the need arise, when her strength, even in this skin, is more than theirs… She, do to her upbringing, is vulnerable here, in her monkey skin, in her innocence, in her worries and reminders and fears… her triumphs and strengths painting the picture of a mild girl, where there resides a monster.
But he touches her, and heat blossoms under his hand, a blush under her skin, even as she lets her lips curve into a slight, shy little smile, just for him…
…even if she knows they can’t get away with anything…
She follows his lead toward a diner, her steps light, quiet, surrounded in his scent because of his coat, giving he what she does not have on her own.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled back at her and opened the door for her. He followed her inside and they moved to a booth. He sat with her, watching her. “What would you like to eat?” He ask her picking the menu and glancing at it. Yeah, pizza sounded at the moment.
He put his hands on the table, a slight shiver running through his body as his skin moved against the cold fabric of his shirt. “I’m so taking this shirt off when we go somewhere less public” He said, oen hand pulling it slightly from his body. It was really drenched and almost see through.
[Rory] She slips inside, and when they sit, she slips from the coat, and tucks her feet under her on the seat. She doesn’t pick up the menu, or look at it, she just inhales deeply of the scents of the diner, and then offers him a shy smile. “Anything.”
Single words are easier.
Then he peels the shirt away from his skin and threatens to take it off when they get somewhere less public, and the heat is rising in her cheeks again, even as her gaze drops to his torso, the way the shirt clings, and is all but seethrough, and then ducks to hide her eyes away again, her cheeks burning…
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Then we can share pizza” He motion the waitress over, order a a medium sized pizza, fries and two beers. His eyes don’t stray down to her wet shirt too much, instead keeping his eyes on hers “How’s the new song coming along? Did you practice some since yesterday?”
He ask, having some small talk, keeping things away from the mutual attraction they had, to what made her so uncomfortable.
[Rory] “I pike lizza.” There’s another small little smile, though she doesn’t quite let him see it completely. He asks about the song, and she settles back into the seat, and nods a little. “Is hard, but I lactice prots.” She doesn’t say she has too, that learning by ear is so much more difficult, that she cannot read anything, let alone nods, and have them make any kind of sense. It is a test she has set before herself, one she is determined to pass.
When Ruarc comes back to get his guitar, she will wow him with what she has learned. She is determined that it be so.
“drives Roman crazy, pry macticing..” her little grin suggests thats just icing on the cake, really.
[Derek Anderson] He nod to her, approving that she practice hard. “And well, too bad for Roman if he can’t handle it. He should beencouraging, or buy ear plugs..or take walks outside” He grin slightly “If you ever need a place to practice, I could give you a spare key to my place. I’m not there during the day, so you’d be welcome ot use the appartment”
He shrugh slightly, it was a genuine offer, without other thoughts than to offer her a place hat she could use without being bothered. “If you want to that is”Their beer were brought and the waitress didn’t linger much. He drank from his glass, still watching the lovely Fianna
[Rory] She shakes her head, with that little fond smile. “He tust jeases.”
and the thought of having his key has her blushing again, even if it’s seemingly an innocent offer. There is nothing innocent in the way he looks at her, when he thinks she isn’t paying attention… nothing innocent in the things he says, suggests, wants. She reaches out to grab her beer, and take a healthy swallow or two, too fast, lifting her hand to hide a tiny belch behind it, flushing brightly.
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled when she belch. “You are very ladylike” he tells her with a grin. He drank some more from his glassbefore putting it down “Tell me, and be honest about it. Do you want me to stop teasing you about your beauty, to stop flirting, not to suggest all the things we could do?” He says, looking into her eyes
“I don’t want the what you should do answer, Iwant the what you really want answer.” He seemed serious. He wanted to know what she really wanted
[Rory] She doesn’t answer right away, her fingers wrapped around her mug, pale and fragile looking, yet capable of such strength. She pulls her hand back, and folds it tightly with her other in her lap, as her brow furrows, and she tries to formulate what she can say, how she can say…
Finally, she speaks, her voice achingly soft… “I…” a huff of frustration before she continues, haltingly. “I think dou yon’t understand… that you think it’s all ok if you want it bo te.. that we dan co things, and no one cill ware, if we don’t get caught, if it moesn’t dean anything…”
“I am mule. Forbidden. it always seans momething. It is hard… to want, ho tave, to have it ripped away, to be reminded again and again that you are nothing, that it is fot nor you, that you are…” Her brow furrows again and she searches for the right word… “wrong.”
It is by far the most she’s ever said to him at once, and she trembles with the effort to make him understand… “WHat I want moesn’t datter. The Nation demands it be so.”
[Derek Anderson] He listened to her, looking at her. “I know what they think. I know what they told you. I personally doesn’t approve. There’s nothing wrong with you. You are one exceptional being.”He paused
“Look, I know why they don’t want you to be mated to someone, why they’re afraid that you are with a kin. The thing is, maybe you’ll say they can decide what you can and can’t do. Maybe it’s true. I jsut don’t think that having friends, having lovers is something that is..or should be forbidden to you. Friends and part time loverscan be claimed by any True and yes it would change things a little if they are but not everything.”
He shook his head “I’m sure we could hang and do many things nad you’d be surprised at the leeway we can get. But i won’t force oyu. If you still think we shouldn’t, I’ll respect that and keeps things light. I don’t want them to hurt you over me”
[Rory] Her smile is achingly sad, so very sad, and she doesn’t even hide it from him, not this time. “It is hard for someone mot Nule to understand. You have a choice. You always have a choice. I don’t.”
She reaches for her mug again, and her fingers are trebling, before they are braced by the cold mug she lifts to her lips to take a few swallows from it. She sets it down, carefully, so it can’t clatter, and then, softly… “Did knou yow Drawn-in-Blood?”
She starts the story the same as it was told to her, with the same question…
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her words. He wasn’t a mule, that’s true, but he was kin, barely considered better than an object. She mghit nto understand it, but he had just as little choices in life than her. It was jsut a different setting. One day, someone will come, might ont even ask his opinion and jsut go up and claim him. There you go, you have a life lnog mate now, hope you liek her. That’s was the reason he hadn’t started anything with August when he had the chance. Both were kin, twice the chances of being separated.
He doesn’t say anything, but maybe she could see in his eyes that he understood some of it. But kowing he had little choice in who he’ll be mate too, won’t stop him from living and nejoying some relations, liek the one he has with Izzy. Until one of them is truly claimed, he had no intentetion of stopping seeing the detective.
“I think i’ve met him once or twice, why?”He ask in reply to her question
[Rory] She nods, slightly, and then haltingly tells his story. “He was Mule. Mike le.” She tells then, of what happened, how Kora told it to her. He had relations with a kin, who perhaps thought they were mated, that didn’t care what the Nation thought, didn’t care what the rules were, that it was forbidden. How his packmates looked the other way, how they let it continue…
How they ran away together…
She is not story teller, her words jumbled and unsure, but she continues on… “Fe hell to the wyrm.” She tells of the battle then, how the wyrm crept in, some vicious disgusting dead creature, and used him to kill, to maim, and how his pack had to put him down. How his packmates failed him in not stopping it before…
…how her prospective Alpha will not fail. “He thought he had a choice. Lome seeway. He was wrong.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “I see”He paused “The difference between them and us is this. Right now, there is no thoughts of being mated, nothing close ot that. We’re talking about having some good times together. It means being aware of the rules, not ignoring them but bending them. It means not flaunting in public, being careful of what is said and me not acting liek I’m not avalaible because, no matter what happened, I’ll be.
It also means not running away, not leaving our duties behind, not being stupid. I mean it sure dpeends on how things turn out but keeping what things are in mind will help not make their mistake.” He paused
“Also, I”m not Amunet, I’m not a stupid kin with slef destructive tendancies. She’s nto right in the head, that’s what got him killed, not being with a kin. That won’t ever happen to you.”
[Rory] She sighs, softly, and tugs absently on a curl, her mind awash with the differences in what he says, and what she knows to be true… Kora’s words ringing in her ears, that she will always tell her the truth, will only remind her of her birth, her place, when it seems as if Rory has forgotten it…
…forgotten to mind the rules, the places where she can carefully tred…
“I’m scared.”
Admitted so softly, that she might not have said it at all…
[Derek Anderson] He watched her, extending his hand to see if hse will place hers in it, curling his fingers around it if she does, hiding her small hand almsot completly from view “I understand why you’d be scared. Why you don’t want to follow in Drawn in Bloods footsteps. But this is different, because I”m certainly not Amy. I really like you Rory. But I’m not in love. I find you really attractive and want to make you smile, pleasure you, spend some or many really good moments with you.
Part of why I want to see kora is to have her know who I am, judge me. I want permission to be in the Church so it won’t offend anyone if we just chill. Eventually, if shewants to know more, I’ll tell her how I see things and then, will have to abide by her rule. But that..is not for now and not anytime soon”
[Rory] He offers his hand, and she watches it, for a long moment, before she slowly lifts her fingers, and slides them into his own, a tremble weaving through her at what he says, what he suggests, what might happen…
She remembers how Lukas misconstrued innocent comments, how he judged her for trying to understand her tribe mate, how he threatened her when she tried to explain. Kora’s words ring in her head, all the time. Lukas words when she admitted to having slept with Ray, and made her contrition, and how he still holds it over her.
Mistakes, all, that could ruin the precious few moments of belonging she has here… He would tell her how he sees things… “You are dangerous…”
But she doesn’t pull away, not yet.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “I might be yes. Bit I”m not stupid. I’m a careful man. I have ideas about how things should go, what might need to be done. But they are just ideas. Nothing concrete. I’ll adapt if things turn out differently. And I’ll stay away if my presence threaten you in any way. For now, the only official thing I want is to be allowed in the Church. There rest that I desire, is to stay unofficial for the moment.”
He let his thumb caress the back of her hand “And you can always back out of anything that happen, at any time”
The waitress arrives with hte food, breaking the moment, maybe ot allow his words to sink in or to break things definatly. His eyes stayed on Rory. Yes he wanted to enjoy her, make her happy. But sexwas jsut something extra, something they both would enjoy. It wasn’t everything.
[Rory] She chews her lower lip, and watches their hands, rather than watching him, seeing the way his thumb slides over her skin, the tremor it leaves in it’s wake sliding along under her skin until it trembles at the very core of her…
…and then, she peeks up at him, and to the pizza, and back again.
“…can we get this go to?”
Decision made.
[Derek Anderson] He odded “Certainly. You want to come to my place? Hotel room maybe? Somewhere else?”He ask her, not breaking contact with her, still holding her hand. He ask ofr the food to be packed, paid for it and then gotup with her, holding her hand until he opens the door and with a last caress, let it og. He told her he would be smart about it and that meant not holding hands in public.
There will be enough touching later, possibly, once they’re somewhere private.
[Rory] She swallows, hard, even as he gathers their food, and keeps hold of her hand until they get outside. She trembles, and wraps herself up in his coat to hide it, even as she nods to the first suggestion, his place. She doesn’t want a hotel, or something unfamiliar, as it might cheapen what is an act of rebellion, a deliberate denial of what she knows to be right and true…
Selfishly.
She swallows hard, and follows him back toward the church, and his car… the walk hiding her trembling, her nerves.. He may never know what it takes to make this walk. And maybe, for a little while, he’ll be able to help her forget too..
[Derek Anderson] He walked with her, silent. She seemed to be focused on moving and he had no intention of breaking that focus. He escoted her to his car, letting her in, handing her the food and made his way to the driver’s side. He drove the car away and once the Church is out of view, his hand moved to rest on her thigh, very gently. They were alone in his car and had no problems with touching her slightly.
Noth too obvious, if someone saw the car pass them by. He drove until they reached his place, leading her, holding the food. Once they stepped inside, he took off his shoes, put the food on the living room table and did what he swored he’d do, take off his now drenched shirt.
[Rory] He rests his hand on her thigh, and the muscle tenses under his touch, briefly… she relaxes, though, and even after a moment, slides her fingers over his, letting her hand rest on his. He’s being careful, and she is as skittish as a doe, her eyes wide, her body at war with a mind that’s very aware that this is [forbidden] an act of defiance…
She follows him to the apartment, and is in the process of slipping out of his coat when he does what he’d promised, and takes off his drenched shirt… she stares at him, her eyes trailing along his skin, before she catches herself, and blushes, brightly, and goes about finishing taking off his coat and setting it aside. She kicks off her shoes, and turns to face him again…
…she looks up at him, through her curls, heat dancing under her skin, her blush trailing along her neck, dipping under the collar of her t-shirt… farther still..
[Derek Anderson] He smiled to her “You are truly beautiful” He say softly, moving to the window and closing the shades. He then moved closer to her and gently passed his arms around her waist and slowly lean forwar to kiss her lips brieftly, testing them, testing her.
A very light kiss, one that could be deepened if she responded well to the first time their lips touched. He was in no hurry though. They could take the time to eat before doing anything…or they can reheat it later. He didn’t midn at all
[Rory] She ducks her head at his words, the blush brightening, her slender frame trembling as she shakes her head, denying it. She’ll never see herself the way others do – that much is a given. But she doesn’t protest as he comes to her, as his arms slide around her waist…
There’s a tremor that dances under her skin as she catches her breath… lifting her fingers to slide up along his arms, her face tilting upwards as he bends to her. He kisses her, testing, teasing, and she catches her breath as an electric shock dances under her skin from the contact…
She arches closer, her damp shirt cold between them, holding the heat of her skin away from him by the thinnest of barriers, her arms finding the way around his neck as she opens her mouth to him, and kisses him.
[Derek Anderson] He kissed her more fully, deeply, passionatly. He desired her and pressed against him as she was, she could feel easilly. His hands moved slightly, caressing her back, her sides, grabbing her wet t-shirt and slowly pulling it over her head. He wanted to feel her warmth, the softness of her skin against him.
Once the shirt was away, he was in no hurry to undress her more. He pressed her more against him, his tongue playing with hers as the kiss legntened. There was no sign of him wanting to break it for something other than breathe and start again. One hand caressed her exposed back, moving down to her butt then back up unti it reached her neck, her hair. He was exploring her with his touch, carefully, taking the time to enjoy every inches of her back.
[Rory] He peels the t-shirt away, revealing what he already knew to be true in the cling of material through the walk in the rain – she is bare underneath. And her freckles continue… presumably covering her almost as fully as her blushes door in the right circumstances.
in these circumstances…
She moans softly, under his exploration, his kisses, matching the intensity with breathless abandon. There is no turning back now, not for her. She burns with more than just rage, so much more… she trembles with it, desire a fire in the pit of her belly as she presses against him, her fingers dancing heatedly against his skin, along his hip, his side… her moans a wordless plea for more..
[Derek Anderson] After a long moment, his mouth leaved her lips to kiss and nibble her along the jawline, mving down to shoudlers, avoidign the neck as he would never dare nibble a Garou’s nck on the first time. He knew they were important for dominance…as offering one’s throat meant submission.
His lips left kisses on her shoulders and his hands undid her pants and pulled them down, caressing her exposed hips and butt, enjoying her body. He leaned slightly more to start kissing hte top of her breasts, thinking about taking her ot the bedroom where things would be easier…they could have sex all over the appartment later.
[Rory] Submission…. his lips trail along her jaw, and she does the unthinkable of one at her rank, of her moon, of her stature… she bares her neck for him, submitting to the caress of lips and teeth and tongue as he slides downward… He does not take advantage, and part of her notes this, even as she loses herself to the heat of his mouth on her skin, burning along the slight curve of her breasts, her back arching into him with a soundless cry…
She kicks out of her jeans, bare to his every whim, now, her lean frame his to explore for as long as he wishes, wherever he wishes here in the safety of his apartment…
She is shy, yes, and timid often, but she is also curious, openly so… and daring fingers tug at the fastenings of his pants, to render him as bare as she is, to slide her fingers along his length, her touch almost a burn across skin…
[Derek Anderson] She could sense that he enjoyed how warm her skin was, how good it felt. He could only imagine how it would feel between her legs but it’ll have to wait. He gently, easilly, lift her off the ground and brought her to his bed. He laid her down, kissing her once more, hands moving all over her body, leaving no parts untouched.
His mouth moved down again to her breasts, hands cupping them, caressing, fondling them as his mouth covered them with kisses, licks and finalyl, after circling her nipples with the tip of his tongue, he start sucking on them. His body was placed so she always had easy access to his sex. Hard, enlarged to it’s maximum as his lust for her was really intense.
[Rory] He lifts her, easily, and she blushes clear to her toes as he lays her out on his bed. For one so shy, she posses little modesty when it comes to her own skin, and doesn’t do what one might expect, try to hide herself from his gaze, the sight of his fingers along pale freckled skin…
She hides nothing from him, not her reactions, or the soft sounds his touch pulls from her throat, her body arching into his explorations, nipple hardening as he teases her, a soft cry falling from her lips as he suckles….
Her fingers explore his length, sliding gently, teasingly over taut skin, trailing across the head, gathering moisture there before sliding along his length, stroking, exploring…
[Derek Anderson] He pressed his sex more into her hand. He loved how she felt. He wanted more. His mouth stayed on her breasts for some time and then he moved down, caressing her sides and belly, her hips, her legsas his mouth kissed it’swaydown. Lips pressedsoftly on thesnestive part around hersex before moving down along her legs, to her fett. He kissed them a little and moved back up, kissing her inner thighs until he reached her sex, spreading her gently but completly, exposing her sex to him fully.
He kissed it all over before his tongue joined to lick her labias and clit, sucking on them slightly. Eventually fingers lsid in, two of them, explring her hot, moist tunnel, curling to fing her sensitive spot, rubbign it as he licked her sucked her clit. His body was slightly sideways to keep his more than ready sex in her hand
[Rory] There is no hiding, now, there is no hesitation, no shy ducks away, no turning her head… here, she is innocent – but not too innocent, as her body reacts to his touch, to the slide of his lips, his tongue along her skin. He finds the most sensitive part of her and she cries out, her hips curling into him, her body trembling with need as he teases and explores…
Her fingers stroke along him, sliding easily, before dipping lower still, caressing, exploring, rolling sensitive sack across her fingers before returning to stroke hardened flesh, finding a rhythm that matches what he does to her, to the curl of her hips, moist inner muscles tightening against his fingers, begging for more…
…begging for him….
[Derek Anderson] He shifted position again, this time taking his sex from her hand. Looming over her,looknig into her beautiful green eyes, he guide his sex into hers, filling her slowly, his face contorting into an expression of pure delight as he felt her, the warmth, the softness, the wetness, without need of protection. She couldn’t have children, so why need any?
He pushed until he was fully in her, pausing, letting her adjust to him and him to her before moving slowly at first, his lips finding hers, one hand flat beside her head, his other one on her hip. The pace quickened, the thrust harder, deeper, faster, with some grinding against her once in a while and then picking up the pace again.
[Rory] He guides himself into her, and she moans softly, her body arching, hips curling into him as she takes him as deeply as possible, to the burning core of her, trembling as she adjusts, as he pauses… he begins to move, and she slides her arms around him, her hips falling into rhythm with his, her eyes open, and openly watching him, stripped away from all shyness as he builds his rhythm, stroking the fire in her belly to greater heights with every thrust…
She wraps a long leg around his hip, changing his angle slightly, her cries wordless little sounds as she loses herself to the sensations he builds within her… her fingers carressing his spine, digging in slightly as she clings to him, her breath coming in soft gasps and cries that gain in volume as he thrusts so deeply within her…
She tips her head back, her eyes closing, and bares her throat to him, her fingers gripping his side hard enough to leave marks later as he pushes her ever closer to the edge of release…
[Derek Anderson] He takes the offered thorat, kissing, nibbling at her skin, pushing himself harder, faster, deeper in her, feeling his own pleasure rise. She was scratching him, leaving marks over his body and he didn’t care about them. All he wanted was to hear her scream of delight, feel her pulsate around himas he empty his seed deep in her.
His hand on her hip brought her harder on his sex, meeting each thrust to make them even more pleasurable. He had noticed she had changed the angle for his movements and had been careful to keep it that way. He was holding himself as long as he could, wanting her to climax before he did, so he could do so at the same time or as close to it as possible.
[Rory] She moves with him, his lips and teeth at her neck causing her to cry out again, his thrusts so deep causing a chain reaction through her lithe frame, her cries rising as she tightens around him, the tremble starting deep in her belly, contracting almost painfully before exploding in a warmth that strokes the fire within to burning proportions, suffusing her limbs in liquid warmth as muscles tighten against him, rippling in moist relief, her hold on him tightening as she falls over the edge into orgasms swell….
…wordless cries echoing as she explodes, fighting to breathe in the overwhelming sensations he brings to her, begging only that he fall with her… within her…
[Derek Anderson] He felt her explode around his, her sex spasming and it sent him over the edge, his hard sex starting to throb slightly at first then madly as he explode inside her, his warm seed maybe not so warm to her but fillnig her with many long jets. It had been one intesne orgasm. He grinded against her ot keep the moment lasting, streching it until he had to stop and look at her with a smile.
He didn’t pull out of her immediatly, loving how she felt, almsot afraid it won’t happen again if he move away from her. His lips kiss her sweat covered skin softly as his breathing starts to calm down.
[Rory] Muscles quiver in aftermath, felt as she tightens her leg around him, jumping across her inner thigh as she holds him against her, not letting him move away, wanting to keep him as close as possible, as long as possible… relaxing slowly as her breathing calms, her hold shifting to a light carress, gentle exploration as she closes her eyes… a little smile playing, unheeded, across her lips…
[Derek Anderson] He caressed her cheek softly, then kissed her softly on the lips, for a long moment “That was amazing” He say to her,caressing her as he gently pulled out. He laid beside her, watching her, kissing her skin her softly once in a while. He was relaxed, content.
If she wanted to, he offered to go eat in the lving room, not bothering to dress. Once they had eaten, he was ready to start over if she wanted to, in the living room, maybe some before going back to bed and in bed. If she was to breeak the rules maybe jsut once with him, she would have a night to remember.
He offered her to stay for night, wondering if she wanted to go to the Church to keep ppearances. Either way, before bidding her good inght, he whispered to her “I want to do this again, as often as you want”
[Rory] He tells her it’s amazing, and she blushes brightlly, and hides her face against his shoulder, not letting herself think about anything other than this, than him, than right now….
after dinner, after starting over, after exploring each other thoroughly and losing herself enough to stop hiding, revealing in the sensations he builds within her agian and again and again…. she stays the night, and when he whispers to her, afterwards, she curls in his arms, and doesn’t deny that she might want too (will want too) again…
She just offers that shy smile again, before her eyes close, and she drifts toward sleep at last…