ORP: Live Like You're Dying

1821 Hours
Azalea's Apartment
Arlington, VA

Azalea laid with her head on the pillow, sheet curled around the body with a hand holding the edge, smiling towards him, lavishing in the bliss of the moment. To say that she was happy was an understatement. She was officially walking on cloud nine. The feelings that were surging through her were almost overwhelming, but at the same time, encouraging. The brunette could feel herself falling even harder for him. It wasn't at the love point yet. There was still so much to know about him - still so much to figure out, but this was pushing her even closer. The feelings were definitely running high. She was on a high and didn't want to come down. Feeling his lips, the young woman smiled against them, loving his taste and wanting more.

When he pulled back, the Lieutenant laid the head back on the pillow, keeping the gaze against him. She didn't want to move. She wanted time to freeze so the two could stay lock in this moment for a bit longer. Azalea was exhausted, but at the same time energized. What the two had just done fueled the young woman so much, she wanted to go again. It was interesting how one could feel like they had just ran a marathon, and want to run again all the same time. She just wanted to stay this close to him. The affection for him rose to a whole new level. Never had a man been more handsome to her in her life. God she probably looked like a crazed school girl right now - like a teen doing it for the first time. What was wrong with her? God hopefully she didn't look as dopy as she felt. That would be embarrassing. For a quick second, Andre felt self conscious, pulling the sheet tighter around the body, but then remember what had happened and who she was with. He had seen all of her - there was no need to hide anything anymore.

His lips against her own pull Azalea from the thoughts as their bodies pressed closer once more. The need for him was switched back on as his fingers pressed against her hips. A soft moan escaped pass the lips as the kissed deepened, a hand wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The brunette pouted slightly as he pulled away, the hand lightly sliding down his face, then over his chest letting out a sigh. His stomach growling triggered one of her own, chuckling. Funny now they were slowly becoming connected in more ways than one.

Sitting up, Azalea ran a hand through the matted after sex raven locks, keeping the sheet still wrapped around the thin body. Her eyes watched as Logan moved from the bed, and started getting dressed - a twinge of sadness coming over that he was hiding himself again. Oh well, that meant more fun later. The brunette pushed away the sheet, leaning over and grabbing the disheveled articles of clothing. Slipping the underwear back on, De pulled the t-shirt back over her body, pulling the long hair from the back, smiling feeling his arm wrap around her. She rested her head against his face, smiling running fingers lightly up and down his arm. "What if I told you I usually have dessert before dinner?" looking up, giving a teasing wink before kissing him quickly, removing herself from his embrace before anything else could happen. They were up now, had to make the most of it. She didn't want to. Oh it was torture leaving that bed, but something said they would be back soon enough.

Opening the door, Andre walked out of the room, down the hall to the kitchen. "I was thinking Spaghetti? Hopefully you're in a pasta mood." She bent down to the drawer under the stove, pulling out a pot. Not only was she tired, but hungry enough to eat a horse. Another weird thing about that act - how hungry it can make you. Moving around the kitchen, grabbing various ingredients, Azalea could almost picture the two of them doing this more often, permanently, not having to worry about him needing to leave anytime soon. She smiled at the thought, not caring anymore if it was too soon. After the fun they just had, nothing seemed too soon anymore.

Tag: Logan Blackwood