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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 12:20:58 GMT -5
There had been another shock when Lyric had changed the game, moved just a bit, and started doing things. She had been warm before, but now there was more going on, more to try to pay attention to. But the more she tried to focus on what he was doing, the less she actually could. It was all she could do to mirror Lyric's movements sometimes, occasionally noticing an odd reaction that thrilled her. One of her hands remained near his head though, sifting strands of his hair through her fingers.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 12:44:04 GMT -5
It all felt so good, so right in Lyric's current state of mind, that there wasn't a single reason for him to stop. There was skin he hadn't touched yet, and his hand sought an opening or a hemline to find it. He knew it could get better, so why shouldn't it? Why shouldn't he get everything out of this? It was a hemline at her leg that his fingers finally caught on, and he let out a heavy breath through his nose at the new contact.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 12:55:18 GMT -5
Quinn was fully entranced with Lyric as his hand slid over her, right until the point when his fingers caught at her hemline. She squirmed a bit, no one, had ever touched her there. Well, no one had ever touched her anything like he was doing right now, but this...her clothes were her armor, her protection from the world. It had taken alot for Markise to get her into those jeans, and only because she trusted him. Quinn broke away from the intoxicating kiss for a moment, "Lyric," it was all she could get out, that tiny discomfort and insecurity.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 13:10:11 GMT -5
Jory had always made little noises when he did something right, so for a moment, it only encouraged him. Then he opened hazy eyes to look at her and a lazy tendril of confusion curled itself through the fog of his mind. "What?" he breathed. He didn't want to stop, not even to wait for an answer, so he told himself that he'd listen as he tilted his head to find the arch of her neck with his lips.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 13:51:49 GMT -5
Quinn closed her eyes, wondering briefly if she'd have the power to actually answer him. Her nerves were running a million miles a second, and her other set of nerves, her emotional ones, were stuttering in comparison. How could she explain what she was feeling with the fewest number of words. "I've never," what...done anything like this before. She didn't even know what this was. "No one's ever seen me like that." She'd never been naked, unless when she was a small child with Kiley counted, but they were twins...they were the same, it had been more like looking in a mirror.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 14:37:43 GMT -5
"I've only done it a few times," Lyric said, the words slightly muffled against her skin. His hand didn't know how to stop, and it continued to move slowly, lazily up. "I won't look..." he offered. Whether or not he meant it was negligible to begin with, but whether he'd actually remember not to look was a different story entirely. His mind was at the beginning of the slow return to normalcy, but all it could focus on was the goal of that golden moment.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 14:44:19 GMT -5
Quinn was struggling against a rush of feelings now, trying to grasp what he was saying. Did he know what this was? "Lyric, what do you mean you've done this a couple of times. What is this. It feels...really good...but," but she had absolutely no idea what was going on there. She bypassed his promise not to look, but really wanted to know what this was. Her tone implied her confusion, as well as how much she was enjoying the moment, in a quiet halting thick voice.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 14:53:03 GMT -5
Lyric missed her confusion entirely, or misinterpreted it as something else. The one time he actually remembered doing it there hadn't been any hesitation, just a blind push to the end. His brows drew together at the resumption of questioning, but all he could really do was answer. "Sex," he said, only really aware that he said anything when he heard his own voice. "We're gonna have sex." With a girl he hardly knew. A girl. It might have caused more than mild confusion in his own mind if he hadn't still been floating a bit.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 15:00:45 GMT -5
The word didn't mean anything to Quinn, other than a vague whispering she might have heard since she'd been here. Quinn might understand the concepts of being homosexual, or gay, but in the abstracted terms of men liking the company of men, sure kissing other men. But she didn't grasp the latter half of the word, sexual, it wasn't a word she'd grown up with, and Lyric's assertations that they were going to do it made her even more nervous, she didn't like it when men said she was going to do something. Because if she didn't do it right she'd gotten in trouble in the past, the kind of trouble she wanted to forget. "What is sex?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 15:07:50 GMT -5
That question cut a wide swath through the delirious haze in Lyric's mind, and as it sank in that she really had asked that, his lips and hand slowed and slowed further to a stop. He lifted his head, brows drawn together as he looked at her. "Huh?" he asked. He must have had more left in his system than he thought. He was imagining things. His hand remained in its place, but for now, things had been put on hold.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 15:11:30 GMT -5
Quinn noticed the stop, and could feel a bit more air and freedom as she looked up at Lyric, it was easier to think now. "I don't....I don't know what sex is." She was pretty sure she'd never done it before, or had she? How was she supposed to know. "Is it supposed to be lots of kissing, I am supposed to feel this..." how did she explain the uncomfortable feeling in her veins right now, now that he'd stopped. "warm, intense? I don't...understand." And she was miserable for not, Lyric expected her to have known it, she was sure by his look, but she didn't.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 15:19:15 GMT -5
"We just... we have sex," Lyric said, unsure exactly what she wanted to hear. How could someone not know what sex was? He didn't like having to think, didn't like how much closer this was pulling him to the end of the ride. He didn't like the physical discomfort of being denied, or at least slowed down, because he'd never had to deal with it before. "It feels good," he tried. Not that he'd ever actually been with a girl, but it was the same principle, right?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 15:23:19 GMT -5
Well this had all felt good, she thought, but what did that mean. It didn't put her any closer to knowing what was about to happen. "But how...do we have sex?" It couldn't just be that simple, unless they were already doing it, it had felt good. She didn't necessarily want to stop kissing, but if she didn't know what was about to happen, not knowing things sometimes meant that bad things were about to happen, and she didn't like not knowing.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 15:30:42 GMT -5
Lyric could have groaned with frustration. He could think of a couple ways to say it, but he knew they would just lead to more questions, and more and more until it wasn't even an option anymore. "Just... let me show you," he tried. He shifted a bit further over her, and though his hand didn't move just yet, his lips tried to find hers, to distract her so she'd stop talking.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 15:46:29 GMT -5
Quinn could feel the seduction of his words, the ability to assuage her curiosity. Lyric moving farther over her felt intimate and safe, but still had an edge of masculinity that worried her from past experiences. Something felt like it was missing from this unfathomable scenario. Quinn was hesitantly ready to let him talk her into continuing, possibly. But again something else, "do you...like me Lyric?" It seemed odd to ask that, but she was following an instinct, and she truly did want to know what Lyric was feeling, and why it was so important to go on.
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