Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Jun 4, 2008 18:25:34 GMT -5
Lucre's arms wrapped around Teagan. She inhaled his delectable aroma, leaning into him, her body feeling like a lit firework. She silently and automatically encircled his waist with her arms, pulling them even closer together, pressing the hoard of clothes she wore into her skin. Their chests pressed together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She never was much of a hugging person, rarely having a soul brave enough to dare touch her or her not being too defensive to hug back. She really liked hugging the slytherin boy, though. Her arms tingled, her heart beat... She thought she would either rocket into the sky from happiness or fall asleep into pleasant dreams.
This really made no sense at all.
Four of her five senses devoted themselves to him. She heard his every breath, she felt the magical touch of his body, she saw only him with everything else out of focus, she smelled his luscious scent... The sense of taste was left out of the mind-boggling combination.
He whispered an answer and touched his cheek with hers. She felt so elated, she was surprised she was still on the ground. Was she on the ground? She was too occupied with Lucre to notice.
He said he remembered everything, though she was an enigma, and he wanted to know why she was so terrified before.
Teagan froze. Ice cut into her steamy blood vessels.
That was one thing she never expected to explain to anyone. He wanted to know why she was scared, why she feared caring about people, why she avoided him, why he made her shiver in fright when he came closer, weaving his mind-absorbing spells...
Teagan would have to explain, would have to talk about her past, would have to talk about the mess involved with it...
The ravenclaw always was a fast learner.
She pulled her head back, perhaps as if she were to speak to him, face-to-face rather than lips to ear. Then, she quietly, lustily, leaned forward once more, meeting their lips, her soft plush ones against his, closing her eyes.
She wondered how well her diversion would work. This was, after all, the most well-known womanizer in the school. He had hundreds of women, thousands of kisses--in the past, at least. He could possibly be numb to her touch, unresponsive because it was nothing new. She did not want that to be the case. However, he seemed just as possessed as she did, if less confused and unfamiliar with this setting.
Her lips burned as if touched by a jolt of electricity. Her face and body grew warmer, feeling dizzy as though she was taking a hot, extremely pleasant bath..
Forget Lucre forgetting anything; the Monolayre forgot her own thoughts with this enticing connection.
To think it was merely a hug and a kiss... Her anti-love policy was thrown to the wind.
This really made no sense at all.
Four of her five senses devoted themselves to him. She heard his every breath, she felt the magical touch of his body, she saw only him with everything else out of focus, she smelled his luscious scent... The sense of taste was left out of the mind-boggling combination.
He whispered an answer and touched his cheek with hers. She felt so elated, she was surprised she was still on the ground. Was she on the ground? She was too occupied with Lucre to notice.
He said he remembered everything, though she was an enigma, and he wanted to know why she was so terrified before.
Teagan froze. Ice cut into her steamy blood vessels.
That was one thing she never expected to explain to anyone. He wanted to know why she was scared, why she feared caring about people, why she avoided him, why he made her shiver in fright when he came closer, weaving his mind-absorbing spells...
Teagan would have to explain, would have to talk about her past, would have to talk about the mess involved with it...
The ravenclaw always was a fast learner.
She pulled her head back, perhaps as if she were to speak to him, face-to-face rather than lips to ear. Then, she quietly, lustily, leaned forward once more, meeting their lips, her soft plush ones against his, closing her eyes.
She wondered how well her diversion would work. This was, after all, the most well-known womanizer in the school. He had hundreds of women, thousands of kisses--in the past, at least. He could possibly be numb to her touch, unresponsive because it was nothing new. She did not want that to be the case. However, he seemed just as possessed as she did, if less confused and unfamiliar with this setting.
Her lips burned as if touched by a jolt of electricity. Her face and body grew warmer, feeling dizzy as though she was taking a hot, extremely pleasant bath..
Forget Lucre forgetting anything; the Monolayre forgot her own thoughts with this enticing connection.
To think it was merely a hug and a kiss... Her anti-love policy was thrown to the wind.