Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Dec 9, 2013 16:49:53 GMT -5
1834 Hours
Willcox Hotel
Aiken, South Carolina
Gracie put the spork down into the bowl, reaching over to set it on the nightstand. He was right - she didn't want to wake up in the morning with the roof of her mouth hanging down and burnt. She remembered the only time it had happened before, a pizza roll had been the culprit. She crawled over to Lucas, which seemed like across an ocean on the massive plush bed. She nuzzled up against him, wrapping her arms around him. It had been such a hard day for him, he didn't deserve the anger she had shown him earlier. He had always been there for her, always been such a rock. He needed her to be his rock that night. She had thought - at first - that he was the one who had done wrong - it was her, and her mind only had apology in sight. She leaned over, taking the still wrapped KFC from his hands, and crawled back to put it on the nightstand next to hers. It could be reheated.
She perched herself up on her knees, and removed her t-shirt, clumsily tripping and falling down onto the comfortable bed. She struggled free of the constricting material, and tossed it aside. She looked deep into Lucas's eyes, and she saw a mirror of herself. She knew that he felt bad about what had happened. She knew he blamed himself. She knew he wanted to be the stronger, to take it on himself, and be the one to apologize. In that instant, she knew there was no need for apology, they were beyond that. She got back up on her knees, and slowly made her way to him. Without giving him time to protest, she was kissing him. She kissed him like she had never done so before. They had kissed, they had made out, they had made a good show, but this eclipsed that in a swift shadow. She parted the kiss, and leaned back, taking in her soldier.
Her eyes were lit with flame. Her mind was locked in place - in a dark corner of her mind, a corner that was constantly present, a burning place - it was fueled every time the pair was together, and was prone to flaring up randomly when they were apart, when she was alone, at home, in bed, it drove her insane. An immense reservoir of power - searching for an outlet. She had found none. She was inexperienced with such feelings, and could only ride the currents until they subsided, lost in the dreary embrace of sleep. where they were found again - more powerfully, vivid depictions - feelings - that left her awake and sweating. It terrified her, seeing it come into fruition.
Looking deep into Lucas's eyes, she ran her hand down her stomach, the flat, defined contours. Her hand stopped at the waistband of her jeans. She ran her thumb along the inside of it, towards the button that secured them. With a simple flick, it was undone. She looked down, almost as if curious by what had happened. Her hair fell in locks around her face, gentle curls encompassing her head. She was kissing him again, inferno released, caught in a riptide. She pulled herself close to him, closer than before, wrapping her legs around his sides. She broke the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath, she exhaled, the words riding the hot air out of her mouth.
"be gentle,"
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
Willcox Hotel
Aiken, South Carolina
Gracie put the spork down into the bowl, reaching over to set it on the nightstand. He was right - she didn't want to wake up in the morning with the roof of her mouth hanging down and burnt. She remembered the only time it had happened before, a pizza roll had been the culprit. She crawled over to Lucas, which seemed like across an ocean on the massive plush bed. She nuzzled up against him, wrapping her arms around him. It had been such a hard day for him, he didn't deserve the anger she had shown him earlier. He had always been there for her, always been such a rock. He needed her to be his rock that night. She had thought - at first - that he was the one who had done wrong - it was her, and her mind only had apology in sight. She leaned over, taking the still wrapped KFC from his hands, and crawled back to put it on the nightstand next to hers. It could be reheated.
She perched herself up on her knees, and removed her t-shirt, clumsily tripping and falling down onto the comfortable bed. She struggled free of the constricting material, and tossed it aside. She looked deep into Lucas's eyes, and she saw a mirror of herself. She knew that he felt bad about what had happened. She knew he blamed himself. She knew he wanted to be the stronger, to take it on himself, and be the one to apologize. In that instant, she knew there was no need for apology, they were beyond that. She got back up on her knees, and slowly made her way to him. Without giving him time to protest, she was kissing him. She kissed him like she had never done so before. They had kissed, they had made out, they had made a good show, but this eclipsed that in a swift shadow. She parted the kiss, and leaned back, taking in her soldier.
Her eyes were lit with flame. Her mind was locked in place - in a dark corner of her mind, a corner that was constantly present, a burning place - it was fueled every time the pair was together, and was prone to flaring up randomly when they were apart, when she was alone, at home, in bed, it drove her insane. An immense reservoir of power - searching for an outlet. She had found none. She was inexperienced with such feelings, and could only ride the currents until they subsided, lost in the dreary embrace of sleep. where they were found again - more powerfully, vivid depictions - feelings - that left her awake and sweating. It terrified her, seeing it come into fruition.
Looking deep into Lucas's eyes, she ran her hand down her stomach, the flat, defined contours. Her hand stopped at the waistband of her jeans. She ran her thumb along the inside of it, towards the button that secured them. With a simple flick, it was undone. She looked down, almost as if curious by what had happened. Her hair fell in locks around her face, gentle curls encompassing her head. She was kissing him again, inferno released, caught in a riptide. She pulled herself close to him, closer than before, wrapping her legs around his sides. She broke the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath, she exhaled, the words riding the hot air out of her mouth.
"be gentle,"
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
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