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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 17:56:01 GMT -5
She released his neck from her gentle bites as he spoke, feeling slightly saddened my his words. She didn't want him to feel abused, she loved him and didn't want to make him feel abused. She took in a deap breath as he ran his fang down her neck, quite enjoying the way it felt against her skin. She smiled, nuzzling his neck, kissing it gently. She slowly moved the kiss up his neck to his lips, pulling away and smiling, giggling slightly before kissing him again, this time more passionatly.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 18:05:02 GMT -5
Lying back and shutting his eyes, he savoured the soft kisses on his neck. When Vira's lips met his, he smiled to himself, placing his hands one on each side of her and pushing gently into the kiss, deepening it, never tiring of her passionate kisses and soft, loving touch.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 18:16:05 GMT -5
She gave a soft moan as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate all the while. She placed her hands on his cheeks for a moment before slowly wrapping her arms around him as best she could. She rolled over slowly, pulling him with her so now he was ontop of her. She broke the kiss just long enough to give him a gentle smile and place her hands on his cheeks once more before pressing her lips passionatly against his once more.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 18:24:06 GMT -5
He lay lightly atop her, placing a forearm on each side of her against the bed to keep himself up, so there was still some distance between their bodies. Leaning against his right arm, he placed his free hand against the side of her face, then lifted it into her hair, curling his fingers around a few strands. His lips had yet to leave hers, and for the short time she'd pulled hers away he almost immediatly pressed them back together, currently not wanting them to be apart for even the shortest of time, remembering how perfect and heated their kiss had been last night against the wall and wanting to reach that perfection once more.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 18:34:52 GMT -5
She kissed him even more passionatly now. She removed her hands from his cheeks, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down to her, wanting once more to feel that perfection of the night before, wanting her body to once more press against his as they continued to kiss passionatly. Her mind was dead to everything but Corban. To her, nothing exsisted but him and herself, and this thought only caused her love for him to grow stronger, and with it, the kiss grew stronger.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 21:15:45 GMT -5
He moaned inaudibly as she pulled him closer, smiling slightly to himself. He leant most of his weight against his right arm, pulling somewhat away from her for the mere sake of it, as if to encourage her to pull him back down against her again, deriving some sort of enjoyment from it, to know that she wanted him close. Slowly breaking the kiss, he left a tender trail of kisses down her neck, over the white scratch-marks that remained from his earlier nipping with his fangs.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 21:26:06 GMT -5
She did pull him back down to her, wanting nothing more than to be as near him as possible. This time, though, to keep him from pulling away again, she kept an arm around him. Her breaths became heavy and slow as he kissed down her neck, her eyes still closed from the kiss. She turned her head ever so slightly, nibbling his ear gently, playfully almost. The silence was perfect, and her spirits were soaring. She tightened her arm around his body, holding him even closer, if that was even possible for there had already been no space between them.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 21:41:46 GMT -5
This time he didn't attempt at pulling away from her, loving the closeness too much to even think of it. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her nibble on his ear, his lips that were still against her neck turning up in a soft smile at her playfulness. He nipped at the skin on her neck again, so softly it was barely a feather-light prick against her flesh, this time not even leaving a white mark upon her skin from the bite as it had done earlier.
He ran his hands up into her hair, pressing his lips to hers once more, placing his fingertips on her face and smiling again. Planting another kiss on her lips he sat up, managing to wrench himself from her grip, and sat down against his lower legs, watching her quietly before saying suddenly.
"I love you, Vira."
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 21:54:35 GMT -5
She smiled as he nipped her skin, her own teeth once more closing loosly around his earlobe. She gladly returned both kisses, placing her hand that wasn't around his back on his cheek. She wached him sit up, a questioning look on her face. When his words broke the silence, she nearly jumped, having forgoten either of the could talk at all. She smiled, sitting up as well, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionatly, pulling away reluctantly as she whispered, "I love you too, Corban." She barely got the words out of her mouth before she pressed her lips passionatly against his once more, a hand on the back of his head, entangling her fingers in his hair.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 22:11:23 GMT -5
He smiled at her, finding Vira's lips quickly pursed to his once more, not that he was complaining. He wrapped his arms again around her waist tightly, kissing her heatedly once more. He broke the kiss quickly, becoming aware of someone's eyes upon him. Turning his head to see, he saw the kitten had found a way back on the bed and was sitting their staring at them with it's wide yellow eyes, it's small rat-ish tail flicking in the air. Corban stared at it blankly, finding it hard to look away now that he'd stolen a glance, he reached out, looking for a pillow to throw.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 22:17:43 GMT -5
She gave him a curious look as he broke the kiss and looked around. Spying the kitten as well, she pulled herself away from Corban and stood, picking up the kitten and walking to the bedroom door. She sat it down outside the door, closing the door after she did this. She turned back to Corban, smiling now, and walked back to the bed. She sat down, moving herself over to him. She pulled up her dress just enough so she could sit on his lap and wrap her legs around his waist. She gave him a 'where were we?' look before leaning in and pressing her lips against his once more, her arms finding their way back to his neck as she continued to kiss him.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 22:29:45 GMT -5
He frowned slightly, having been looking forward to throwing a pillow at the kitten. He watched her wander back to him with the tiniest of smirks on his face as he saw her expression, watching with interest as she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. He cupped his hands on her hips, leaning up and kissing her heatedly, nearly roughly, bringing her closer to him and edging as close to her as he could.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 22:40:25 GMT -5
She returned the kiss as heatedly as he'd given it to her, and continued it out even longer. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Her body pressed against hiss fully now, there wasn't an inch of space to be found between them. There was a slight scratch on the bedroom door, but Vira ignored it. It was quite possible she hadn't even heard it despite her advanced hearing. She gave a soft, pasionate moan as the kiss continued. Her love for him was clear.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 18, 2006 23:02:13 GMT -5
He rose his arms from her hips to her back, slipping his fingertips down her spine while he edged his lips slightly away from hers in that same teasing fashion, still unable to keep himself from playing with her and taunting her on occasion. He felt warm all over and was unsure why, neither of them had drunk a drop of blood that night, by all rights he should have been as cold as ice, but the love he could feel from her very touch appeared to warm him, comfort him and make him love her all the more, something which he'd presumed would be impossible. He always felt so full of sin, so guilty, depressed and lonely, the most powerful emotion in him had always been his undeniable hate for himself. Now it sounded unbelievable to him that he'd ever even felt such a sadness, he felt whole with her and yet he knew the second he was away from her he'd be overcome with those same old generic emotions. But still this thought sounded bizzare to him. How could such an uplifting feeling ever end? Even when it's cause was absent?
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 18, 2006 23:12:55 GMT -5
She arched her back slightly as he ran his fingers down her spin. When he edged his lips away, she only leaned forward, wanting only for the kiss to continue. She, too, felt incredibly warm at the moment, and though it was odd, she didn't think about it too much. She loved him, so it only made sence to her that that loved warmed her. She loved him so much, and as she pressed her lips passionatly against his once more, that love only continued to grow and grow, it grew to an unblieveble amount. She wanted only to be near him and for him to never leave. She knew they couldn't be together constantly. This though saddened her, and she quickly pushed it away, focusing once more on Corban and only Corban, her saddness dissappearing just as quickly as it had come.
( I think I got a bit rambly there... sorry... )
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