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

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's breaths were coming quicker as his blood ran hot and fast with the feel of Michael's lips against his skin. His head tilted back, offering Michael whatever freedom he wanted, his trust deep enough that there was no unconscious worry lingering in his mind. His hands moved, beginning to explore the planes of Michael's back and sides freely, palms and fingers molding against the muscles of his shoulderblades, his shoulders, the back of his neck, then down to the indentation of his waist, assuaging curiosity through touch.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand came up from Dare's shoulder to wrap around the other side of his neck, his fingers absently stroking at the dips in the skin. He paused for a moment in the movements of his lips, letting the feel of Dare's hands penetrate the haze before moving his lips again, working his way back up Dare's neck to his jawline. His hands didn't remain still, but moved lightly in their places, taking in as much as possible.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

That momentary pause had not grounded Dare, but only heightened the tension in that brief moment with wondering if everything was about to end. Then Michael had continued, and all the tension that had welled in that short time swept through him at once. His hands grew bolder, slowly but definitely sweeping forward, thumbs brushing the sides of Michael's abdomen again. Dare's tonge swept briefly over his lips, anticipating a return to the kiss, to the release of everything building inside him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

A few long, tense seconds later Michael pressed his lips to Dare's again, reveling in the return to the kiss. His brief excursion further down had been enjoyable, but it paled in comparison to meeting Dare's tongue and lips with his own again. His blood was pounding in his ears and, again, the only thing that was real was the feel of Dare beneath his palms and lips. His stomach tightened when Dare's thumbs teased the edges, silently wanting him to continue.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's brows knitted at the intense return to the kiss, and the motions of his hands grew stronger and more sure. He had felt that shift of muscles, but there was no retreat, no sudden stop of things, and so Dare recognized the invitation and accepted. His hands slipped between them, smoothing slowly up Michael's chest, his body tightening at the feel of all that tightly controlled power beneath his palms and fingers.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hands moving up Michael's chest only caused his muscles to tighten again and his breath to catch. He leaned into Dare, into his hands, pressing the contact. He could feel a burning starting low in his stomach, an immensely pleasant feeling even if it told his subconscious that the end was near, that he couldn't stand keeping it going with the feeling growing inside his blood.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hands continued their motions, fingers spreading to take in every rise and dip, learning the feel of Michael's body, visualizing every muscle as his hands explored it. Any desire to stop was deeply buried right now, all his attention focused on his immediate exploration and the pleasurable release of the kiss. There were no thoughts of anything, no unconscious worries or inhibitions, only pleasure, desire, and the need to take everything in as thoroughly as possible.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows came together and he brought both hands down to Dare's sides, his hands running up lightly to take in the firm shapes, beginning to mimic the moves that Dare had performed earlier as he let his own hands explore. He could literally feel his blood rushing through his veins where usually he could just feel a dull pounding in his head.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The feel of Michael's hands drove Dare nearly insane, it felt so good. He arched against the pressure, even as his body began to demand some kind of relief that he would not allow it. The kiss grew almost desperate then, as he fought against himself, against the desire to press Michael back into the grass and take it farther than either of them needed to take it. He broke from the kiss to drag a deep breath of air, then brought his lips to Michael's neck, murmuring between kisses, "We should...stop..." He didn't want to, and it showed in every kiss, but he knew they needed to and some part of him hoped that his gossamer-thin control combined with Michael's would be enough.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't stop the soft sound that came from his throat at Dare's lips on his neck. The words barely penetrated Michael's mind and he could have ignored them, but even through the haze he knew it was true. He forced himself to pull his hands away, searching out Dare's and pulling them down to the small patch of grass to their side, his hands tightening as he tried to fight back the burning need his body was screaming through rushing blood and tense muscles.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare groaned at being stopped, even if rationally he knew they'd needed to stop, even if he'd been the one to voice that need. His breaths came quickly, heavily as his eyes searched Michael's, all the intensity still vivid in the wide pupils ringed by bright, mossy green. He couldn't think to speak again; he wanted to continue, unwise and unrealistic as that want was.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes were just as intense, the brown made deeper by the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. He wanted to kiss Dare again, but was afraid of getting lost again and not being able to stop a second time, it was hard enough to stop the first time. He let himself run his thumbs over the skin of Dare's hands, though it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the tension or the need.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

There were so many things rushing through Dare's mind as thought began to return that it was impossible to decide what to say. I still want you. We should talk about it. How can I want it so bad when I know we're not ready? I'mnot ready. His gaze dropped to Michael's lips, and though his breathing was beginning to slow, he wondered if the tension would ever fade.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

When Michael was certain he would be able to pull away he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to Dare's lips before breaking contact and taking a deep breath. He couldn't say he wanted to stop, but the thought of doing much more than what they had been doing was still so foreign to him that he couldn't quite imagine it. The lack of contact was too much and he edged closer, lightly touching his leg to Dare's and taking his hand, "We had to," he said softly, as much to convince himself as Dare.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare nodded, his voice as soft as Michael's as he said, "I know." He forced himself to relax a bit next to Michael, squeezing his hand lightly. His blood was still rushing, though, his body still tight with the effects of everything that had happened. He looked down at their hands, thinking about them, thinking of all they had done, all they'd felt and made each other feel. "I didn't want to stop," he confessed.