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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 14:23:20 GMT -5
The need building up in her grew greater as his hands shifted against her. Mistress pushed against him, desperate for something more, but not knowing what it was. Her stomach was beyond knots and her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest. She broke from the kiss to gasp for air.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 14:27:37 GMT -5
Less than a heartbeat passed before Neo's lips had shifted, parting against the slope of her neck. His hands tightened against her, pulling her body tight against his as he tasted her. His kiss moved down her neck and throat, the temptation rising above the teasing violet corset she wore attracting him like honey to a bee.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 14:35:34 GMT -5
Mistress squirmed under this new sensation. She was sure this is what she had wanted, what her body needed. But she was unsure at the level of intimacy they had reached. That nagging voice was back, louder now, telling her to stop. Her hand grasped at his hair, indecisive if she should push him closer against her or pull him off completely.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 14:49:54 GMT -5
Neo could feel her indecision, and his blood roared in protest. He didn't want this to end, didn't want to think about it, didn't want to give up the heated pleasure. His lips broke away from her skin, found her mouth again and claimed it in a ravenous kiss. He worked to distract her, to make her forget her nerves, forget whatever thoughts were threatening even as his own control slipped further out of his grasp. The hand speared into her hair abandoned the silken mass and smoothed over one of the soft, rounded mounds that had been teasing him since her approach. His touch was firm, sure, designed to appease, though he knew the likelihood that he'd just ended everything. He needed this.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 14:57:33 GMT -5
A moan escaped her lips, betraying her true desires even as her eyes opened and she pulled away from his lips. "No, I can't. It's too much." She pleaded to him, her lips still nearly touching his. She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince more; him, or her own traitorous body that refused to back away. Her head was telling her to stop, but the rest of her wasn't quite listening.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 15:04:06 GMT -5
Her words and her body were saying such radically different things, and his mind was hardly functioning anymore. "It feels so good," he murmured, the words low and husky against her lips. "Just feel it. Just feel." His lips found hers again, coaxing once more, though all the intensity remained. His hand shifted against her, tempting her to forget.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 15:16:19 GMT -5
Mistress arched against his hand, her body winning the battle between need and reason. Her mind failed to reasonwork properly, lust overcoming her at Neo's temptations. She was loosing her internal struggle, but that small voice refused to give up and floated around her otherwise empty head. Her hands still cluched at his hair at the intensity of it all, her lips welcoming him after a moment's hesitation.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 15:30:17 GMT -5
It was enough. It had to be enough; they were still in a room full of people, though thankfully deep enough in the shadows that they were likely obscured from view. He wanted to go on, but they were too far from the garden doors to slip through, and he knew her, knew she wouldn't, even if he managed to get her outside, in the cool privacy of the night. So he enjoyed himself, kneaded against her, extended the pleasure until his body throbbed, then slowed the kiss. He worked them back to earth slowly, trying to calm himself as much as bring her back gently enough to lessen the shock. Still, as his hands slid back to her waist, as his lips parted the barest space from hers, his blood pounded, begging for relief.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 15:46:22 GMT -5
Mistress's senses slowly returned to her as he lessened the intensity and eased her from his embrace. She let go of his hair, her hands going to her chest, partly to still her heart, partly due to the loss of the heat from his hands, and partly to cover herself. She took a step back, putting necessary space between them. Her mind kicked into overload, processing the last several minutes. "What have I done?" She asked softly, shaking her head slowly and studying her feet as the potential repercussions of her actions flooded her.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 15:53:41 GMT -5
It was only that soft question that brought Neo's mind back to the present, to everything besides what had just happened. She had a boyfriend. Neo's hand slipped beneath Mistress's chin, drawing her up to look at him, though the glasses shielded his eyes. "It was just a kiss," he said, but the lie was thick in his voice. His body still throbbed from that kiss; he still wanted her.
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Post by Mistress on Jun 22, 2008 16:22:12 GMT -5
Mistress's eyes widened at his comment. She slowly reached up and took off his glasses, not believing his words and needing proof that she really didn't mean so little. It was confirmed on his face that his words were just words. "I haven't even done so much with him." She confessed, the hurt apparent in her voice. She couldn 't bare to say his name at the moment, but knew it was obvious she was talking of her boyfriend. She had no clue why things were so different today, and wondered if a costume could really make such a difference or if perhaps her love just wasn't as strong as she'd thought it to be.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 16:29:22 GMT -5
Neo's chest tightened at the confession, though he couldn't help the small swell of pride at knowing. He let the glasses go without a fight, but just looked at her, unsure how to fix this, or even if he wanted to fix it. "It was just once," he said. He wanted it to be more than once, and it showed in his eyes, but thoughts of another girl were beginning to filter into his mind, and he knew how dangerous this was.
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Post by Mistress on Jun 22, 2008 16:45:55 GMT -5
"Twice" she corrected him, remembering when they had met. She shook her head again. "Regardless of what it was, it can't go on. It tears me up knowing I have to confess, because keeping it from him would kill me even more." She wondered what would happen now, if her boyfriend could overlook her lapse in judgement tonight.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 16:52:16 GMT -5
God, no. That thought was like a cold shower. Neo could only imagine, if he'd gotten such strong reactions for being with they guy's ex-girlfriend, how bad it would be this time. But he couldn't ask her not to tell him. "You don't have to tell him everything," he said, catching her hands in his. His eyes searched hers, almost pleading. "He doesn't have to know it was me."
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Post by Mistress on Jun 22, 2008 17:09:07 GMT -5
Mistress bit at her bottom lip with worry. She didn't like the idea of lying, and thought withholding information was practially lying. But she could see his point, and wondered just what would happen. She didn't like the idea of a confrontation between the two, she was the one to blame afterall. "I can't make any promises. I'll try my best to keep your identity to myself, but I know if he pushes for a name, 'Neo' won't be good enough." She searched his eyes, hoping he understood the position she had ended up in. She added under her breath, "I hope he doesn't want to know."
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