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[shelley_winters]

Shelley dries her hands on the tea towel after doing the washing up, then heads into the living room with a sigh. She has, she hates to admit, been putting this off all day.

She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.

But now is later, and he needs to know.

Now.

Okay.

Slowly, she sits down on the sofa, and searches for a way to begin.

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[shelley_winters]

"W-wait, wait--"

Shelley shivers as his mouth moves downwards, onto her neck, but she perseveres because frankly she doesn't know what else to do, even when he smiles as if there's nothing wrong in the world...

"Don't-"

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His hand traced up her stomach--the smile never fading from his face--as he delivered another sucking kiss to her neck. His other hand tucked his black hair behind his hair lest it tickle her neck. His lips brushed the underside of her jaw on their way to her lips--to drink her breath.

He could feel the blood pounding in his ears--red with the fire of life--He had forgotten how good the heat of body and mind could feel as if a dark miasma had lifted from his mind.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley gasps a little, uneasy but feeling like she should be more so. And her heart is beating hard and somewhere along the way the hand that was going to the collar of his shirt to pull him off her got confused and also tangled in his hair which is quite obviously too long.

She should... stop, but it's still okay. Going to be fine, because he'll be gone soon, and she can stop- any time...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

There was no time--no thought. The whole of creation contracted to a small blue sofa where two people were slowly intertwining--pressing against the couch cushions. Her thin fingers tangled in his black hair--his hands traced and twirled and touched up and down her torso. His fingertips skated across her shirt and the bare skin where her blouse no longer met her skirt.

The only music was soft whispered breaths--

(a pæn)

--soft, sucking kisses kept time.

[shelley_winters]

It is the strangest contradiction.

It's not comfortable, and frankly, Shelley is just a little frightened, still, because it's more than a little clear that she doesn't want to stop kissing him this time. But--

She'll be left alone. Finally, and if this is the last time, then keeping her distance seems so much less important than the tingling exhilaration of almost escape - and yes, if she's honest, less important than his hands and mouth not stopping-- not just yet...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A certain boldness possessed Elan's hands--it was their intrinsic nature.

When love beckons to you, follow him

Gentle, but insistent fingers trailed up and under her shirt on occasion--boldening--desirous to touch her bare skin.

Though his ways are hard and steep

He was no more in control of them than he was anything else of his actions--the kissing and the touching and the caressing of her soft flesh.

And when his wings enfold you,
yield to him

For once in so many years, Elan was at peace--oblivion--he was a mighty ocean--the only waves in his thoughts were the pulse of his blood in his ears and the pulse of her heart beating beneath his hands. The tide was the rising warmth and soft kisses the cries of birds.

Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you

There were no schemes, no thoughts, nothing but purest instinct--fire, ash, and smoke. The sole thread in his mind was her, but that too was diminishing into singularity--union--the marriage of her delicacy with his fiery spirit.

And when he speaks to you,
believe in him

"You... are so beautiful."

Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden

[shelley_winters]

Shelley swallows at the soft sound of his voice against her ear, fighting for a little control against the heat under her skin and the roaring in her ears.

"I--"

Oh, and that came out shaky. Probably not good. Definitely not, but...

Her hand curls tighter in his hair. But...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His face was flushed--the smile not quite there, though his joy was undiminished--as his breath hissed against her ear as he purred a soft reply. The thumb of his left hand pressed upward insistently on the bare skin of her stomach under blouse--starting below the hem of her skirt--rising to brush the cloth at the underside of her breast briefly.

"I love you."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley catches a whimper before it escapes, instead closing her eyes at the heat of his hand on her skin and biting her lip before she shakes her head in reflexive denial.

(I don't love you.)

Perhaps wisely, perhaps not at all, she says nothing instead.

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His right hand joined his left under her blouse--both tracing up her body, softly pressing--her blouse bunching at his wrists. Kissing her passionately, he did not wait for an answer. He had hardly expected one though a stab of pain in his chesthinted that he might have wished otherwise.

[shelley_winters]

She draws in a breath, short and sharp as she realises his intent, but the shiver certainly isn't fear this time -- and that's enough to cause apprehension in itself. But she doesn't think to protest, as if she could while being kissed so thoroughly.

And it's distracting enough that when his hands start gently working at her top button, she doesn't care. It's hard to care about anything more than heat, and touch and the shortness of breath that shouldn't be so good, but is right now.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Elan worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse, making sure to pause and shower her neck and shoulders with soft kisses--it would not do to lose some of the fire. As more of the buttons came undone, he paused to plant a few kisses on her right breast just above the edge of her plain white bra--hinting at pleasures to come.

Shelley shifted forward helping him pull the blouse off. By the Great Lord's Name, she was beautiful--creamy white skin, the only other colors the stark white of her bra and the pink scar at her side. Discarding the blouse, Elan loosed his hands to caress across the skin of her stomach, soft presses on her back, and gentle touches on her breasts. Then Elan began to kiss her again with renewed vigor.

[shelley_winters]

Somewhere in there, it vanishes - just for a moment - the fear and shame that was usually called up when she felt exposed just didn't come as her blouse is pulled off and his mouth moves down on her chest-- oh- oh dear.

And then it wells suddenly, panic warring with pleasure, but as if he felt it, he moves up to kiss her again, and Shelley shuts her eyes hard and clings to him as if she thinks she might drown, hands winding almost angrily in his shirt because it's almost over and still being afraid just is not fair -- but kissing him harder makes it fade. And right now, she wants that.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Feeling the slight tension, he pulled her a touch closer and increased the intensity of the kissing--one hand tangling in her red hair, the other tracing soft swirls on her stomach and breasts. His mind was wholly consumed by the touch, scent, taste of her. Pausing in his ministrations, he gently took one of her hands and placed it under his own shirt on his stomach.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley flinches, hand stiffening against the heat of his skin before she slowly relaxes again, laying it tentatively flat against his stomach for a moment, just feeling. He feels... coiled, is maybe the word. Gentle for now, but stronger than this.

She shivers briefly, and slides her hand up and around his waist, over his back to better hold onto him.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Feeling her tension, but aroused by her arm around his bare waist, Elan (flushed and decided) resumed his his touches and kisses. His mouth wandering southward more and more frequently to kiss her throat and the soft place at the juncture of her neck and shoulders.

I only know I let him finger there
My pulse of life, and let him nose like a stoat
Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood

Feeling confident in his position, Elan launched an especially vigorous kiss at her mouth, while his left hand casually brushed the right strap of her bra from her shoulders as he reached around to hold her more tightly. Slowly, he began to kiss down her body--under her jaw, on her throat, at that soft place on her neck, in the center of her chest, on her right breast--Pressing softly upwards with his hand, he liberated her breast from the confines of the white undergarment and took her nipple into his mouth-----

[shelley_winters]

Shelley lets out a gasp that's half a whimper already, trying to hold back from arching against him as her eyes squeeze helplessly shut, and nails dig into the skin on his back as her hands tighten, thin fingers clenching--

"Oh- I..."

She doesn't even realise she had vocalised until a few hazy moments later, and bites her tongue, breathing raggedly and fighting determinedly for control.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A slight prickling of pleasure ran through Elan's body as he felt her nails on the skin of his back. Letting her nipple slide from his lips, he scattered soft kisses on the flesh of her breast--an almost angry pink from the his ministrations. Between kisses he inquired lightly of her.

"Should we retire elsewhere?"

[shelley_winters]

If it's possible to flail verbally, the small sound Shelley makes at that is the closest there is to it.

She wants to. She really really wants to, but there's a clench of fear and warning in her stomach that stops her nodding, and makes her pause for thought, as far as thought is possible when he keeps doing that--

"Ah- I... wait."

There's no way they can just... well. After everything she's...

Um.

Give her a moment.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Between soft kisses, his breath hissed across the damp flesh of her breast as he spoke to her, though his thumb continued gently press slow ovals into the underside of her breast.

"It will be well. Do not worry."

Another sucking kiss on her nipple promised greater pleasures to come.

[shelley_winters]

Worry.

Shelley's eyes widen even as she blushes deeper than ever, and then she shuts them again so she doesn't have to look at him.

"No! We- It's not safe to-- stop."

What reason would she have to keep birth control in the house? Determinedly she focuses on the realisation of that obstacle being a good thing. And it is, because really, without the knowledge of that danger...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Sliding up her body, he kissed her softly. Smiling, Elan purred soft words into her ear. So little resistance left, perhaps, this was the very last bastion. His body ached for her touch and taste.

"No need. I have had... preventative measures taken in years past."

[shelley_winters]

There are a few moments of silence for this to register.

"...Oh," she finally manages to say, weakly.

And there goes that safety valve. If her skin had been flushed before, now it fairly glows pink as she struggles with her own extremely conflicting desires.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A few soft words between the kisses he was trailing down her neck.

"So you need not worry... of any... consequences. Ought we... to retire then?"

As he spoke, the fingers on his right hand was softly tracing patterns on the skin of her abdomen often beneath her skirt and just above the band on her panties.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley can barely think at all, even if it would have occurred to her to think how much she will regret this tomorrow. Nearly the whole world has narrowed down to his hands and mouth and body against hers, and the tiny part that isn't silently crying out for more is just the ever-present fear. And that is no more coherent than the rest.

Her voice breaks slightly on the whisper.

"...Okay."