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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 17:15:03 GMT -5
Jack's eyes followed the Raven's hand, even if it was covered he couldn't stop, not when it had been so prominently brought into view. He wondered why he was so attached to those hands, sure, he had always loved hands, but none had ever drawn his gaze quite like the Raven's. He assumed it was because they had almost literally brought them so close. His own hands balled into loose fists. "I'd love to see it," he said, bringing his gaze back up to the Raven's eyes.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 17:30:52 GMT -5
The Raven's gaze caught on Jack's, and there was no mistaking what he'd meant. The Raven's eyes didn't shy away from the intensity, nor from the emotion behind it. "So would I," a nearly-inaudibly soft voice said. Anyone who could bring such hatred out of someone so thoughtful, so normally gentle, deserved the pain.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 17:40:38 GMT -5
Jack smiled softly, "Thank you," he said, then looked away. He fell silent, imagining. His hands clenched slightly, tensing. For just a moment he had imagined that it was him directly causing his father pain, but that wasn't a thought he needed to dwell on. He knew he still had the potential, if given the chance he didn't know what he would do. The light hearted comment of the Raven's had turned serious quickly in Jack's mind.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 17:54:36 GMT -5
The moment had grown deeply tense, though not at all the kind of tension which normally seemed to grow between them. Still, the Raven felt responsible for having knowingly turned the conversation toward its current subject. One mesh-gloved hand reached out, slipping against Jack's, silently supportive.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 18:05:01 GMT -5
Jack didn't take the Raven's hand to examine like before, instead he just pressed his palm to Raven's, taking the comfort. "Sorry, I get..." he trailed off, looking away and taking a breath. He pushed the thoughts away, or tried to, at least. He tried to focus his attention to the strange feel of the mesh covered hand in his.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 18:19:58 GMT -5
The Raven's feathered heaad nodded. "We all do. Some things just...can't be moved past that easy." Like the Raven's own breakdown, one that Jack had seen and accepted with gentle patience. "But we go on, right?" The Raven lifted the pirate's hand, impulsively placing a soft kiss against the back. "We go on," the Raven repeated.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 18:33:11 GMT -5
Jack smiled softly, watching the Raven, surprised at how natural it felt. "Yeah, we do," he said. His eyes meeting the Raven's. He was still unsure where he stood about the whole thing, all he knew was that it felt right, somehow. He didn't realize that he had went quiet again, his mind had went back to their interrupted last meeting.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 18:45:38 GMT -5
Jack's smile echoed in the light curve of the Raven's own lips, glad to see Jack's smile again. The Raven's cloak shifted, another hand freeing itself to the air and lifting to smooth against the pirate's cheek. The Raven moved half a step closer, considering, wondering if the shyness would return, asking permission with the moment's silence.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 18:55:52 GMT -5
The feel of the mesh on his cheek, and the barely there touches of skin, sent a pleasant shiver down Jack's spine. He shifted closer to the Raven, unwilling to initiate, but wanting it all the same. His own free hand came up, picking off a loose feather from the Raven's shoulder, then touching his jaw lightly.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 19:02:13 GMT -5
The light touch of feather against skin sent a streak of sensation down the Raven's jaw, neck, and spine. The Raven inhaled deeply, gathering strength against the tide of physical and emotional feeling soon to come, then closed the last space between them, lips meeting painted lips in the mysterious near-darkness. It was more this time, the playfulness having faded already, leaving only the rest that could not be denied.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 19:11:25 GMT -5
Jack dropped the feather, his hand smoothing onto the Raven's neck and pulling them closer to each other. He couldn't stop the nagging feeling that screamed against the action any more than he could resist returning the kiss. It was different than their last kiss, more intense, both emotionally and physically, not just a gentle touch of lips.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 19:17:41 GMT -5
Jack's outward reaction, the warmth of his palm on the Raven's neck, the strange growth of tension rather than release, spurred the Raven on. Lips parted softly, moved against lips, craving sensation, craving just one light taste. It was insanity, the Raven knew, but was powerless to stop once curiosity had its hold. Just one light taste of Jack's lips...
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 19:24:22 GMT -5
Jack didn't really understand why he felt pulled to continue the kiss, to open his lips and deepen it, not when for as long as he could remember he had never had so much as an urge. But he was beginning to wonder if it had always been there, just repressed, and the gentle question of the Raven coaxed it out where the attempted force of before pushed it farther away. The hand that still held the Raven's tightened a fraction.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 19:31:27 GMT -5
The Raven felt that tightening, and though it seemed there was no stopping, there was no rushing either. The Raven's tongue only brushed Jack's lips, tasted, tempted, but went no farther for now, afraid of ruining everything that had built between them with impatience. The hand caught against Jack's squeezed lightly, and the other smoothed against his cheek, suddenly regretting the fashionably mysterious gloves between them.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 19:39:48 GMT -5
Jack paused, the smallest tingle of shock running through him at the feel of the Raven's tongue, his lips stilled for a fraction of a second before continuing. Then he matched the motion, silently telling the Raven it was alright, that he was willing to do more. He was also silently cursing the gloves because, while they created an interesting sensation, he missed the direct contact of the Raven's hand.
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