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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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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."