Moving on... (Adara/Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael let his hand come up to Dare's neck, trying to match the movements of Dare's fingers which were sending chills down Michael's neck and back. He could feel little goosebumps spreading over his skin, making it even more sensitive to the light touches. He twisted his shoulders more towards Dare and put a hand in the grass beside him. While he didn't mind how they had ended up the last time they had been on the ground, Michael still felt more comfortable when he braced himself.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

It was easy to forget where they were, out in the open where anyone passing by might see them. But as Dare shifted toward Michael, there wasn't anyone else, no students, no teachers, only the two of them, the warmth of the sun against them nothing to the warmth building inside. Dare's free hand rose, slipping against Michael's waist, oblivious anymore of anything but the moment's pleasure and how mind-numbingly good he knew it could get.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

If Michael had been thinking, he would have considered where they were, but the feel of Dare so close to him was enough to make him forget everything else. He shifted into Dare's hand, comfortable with it and urging him to do more. His hand ran through Dare's hair, tightening around it when a particularly strong shiver ran through him. His mind was back to the night before, remembering how it had been and, even out in the open, hoping to lose himself again.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's fingers tightened at the nape of Michael's neck, that shiver drawing him further in. Dare's hand at Michael's side shfited, slid against him, his thumb running along the edge of Michael's abdomen as his fingers curved around toward Michael's back. The feel of Michael's body, was heady; the strength beneath his fingers responded for him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael could remember always being the one in control in relationships, but perhaps that had just been him falling naturally into being the male in them, because it felt so right to let Dare take it, the motion of his hand at Michael's side felt so good. He sighed into the kiss, letting his hand run through Dare's smooth hair before moving down to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his body close.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare rose up partway off the ground, Michael's light encouragement more than enough. The kiss deepened, and Dare's touch against Michael's body grew firmer, more sure. Michael was such an intriguing combination of everything; dark past and light heart, soft words and hard form, Dare couldn't resist. It was everything together that pulled him in, that spurred him to press his chest to Michael's as they kissed.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pulled his hand off of the ground, taking away his point of balance, to bring it up to join his other hand on Dare's neck, dipping his fingers into his hair. He let himself enjoy the feel of their chests pressed together, surely nothing else was real except for Dare. He didn't know why Dare affected him, but he knew it had so much to do with how easily Dare had accepted his past and how he hadn't pushed Michael.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

With Michael's arm no longer bracing them, Dare could feel the balance shift. He leaned further forward, his hand at Michael's side slipping around to his back, fingers spreading to take in the play of muscles, his hand at Michael's neck abandoning its post to press to the ground at Michael's side. He was trying to pace himself, trying to keep control enough that they wouldn't get to last night's breaking point too soon.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael felt himself almost falling backwards, which made his arm tighten slightly around Dare's waist. His conscious control was all but gone, though in his subconscious he was telling himself that they couldn't go farther. He brought his lips to the edge of Dare's, leaving a kiss before venturing out to his jawline. Michael knew that he had backed away when Dare had tried that, but he felt comfortable enough that he was willing to try it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare inhaled sharply, the sudden end to the kiss that wasn't an end at all throwing him. It was unexpected, the feel of Michael's lips against him thrilling for the novelty, even aside from the spark of sensation. His hand curled against Michael's back a moment, catching at his shirt, then flexed, a slight release of tension now that the kiss had been taken from him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes came open ever so slightly to run over Dare's neck before closing again as his lips searched out that spot just beneath Dare's ear, opening to taste. His arm tightened again, his mind connecting the press of their chests and the pressure of the night before to make him crave the contact. The hand wrapped in colored hair fell down to Dare's shoulder, needing the motion as much as the contact.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

A low sound of surprised pleasure rumbled from Dare's throat as a shiver raced down his spine, lodging in his abdomen. He lifted the hand bracing their weight to wrap his arms around Michael, ignoring the tentative state of their balance, needing the contact, needing to do something. His hands clenched against Michael's shirt even as his head tilted, allowing Michael better access.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand ran up Dare's back, his own straining slightly with trying to keep upright. The sound that came from Dare's throat brought a smile to his lips, even as he refused to give up his newfound spot that both of them were enjoying just yet. Eventually he would move on, he supposed, but his hazy mind wasn't working well enough to form plans.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

For the moment, Michael had taken on the role of aggressor, and Dare was breathless with the result. The tension was suffocating, and Dare's precarious balance was only adding to it. He lowered himself back to his seat on the grass, his grip against Michael pulling him as well. With his own balance restored, his hands moved, one arm curling up beneath Michael's, his hand grasping Michael's shoulder. His other hand swept up into Michael's hair, then molded against the back of his head, lightly encouraging.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

The light pressure on the back of his head pushed Michael to let his lips travel down to Dare's neck, exploring the lines. He was barely aware of the momentary switch in roles, he just knew that he had wanted something and had gone for it. Faintly he wondered how he could have made Dare stop that day by the forest, he found himself wishing he hadn't, even if, at the time, it had seemed necessary. Perhaps he had just needed the chance to do it first.