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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 10:40:50 GMT -5
Silver's lips curved into a smile that had an unconscious air of eagerness bubbling just beneath the surface. He was highly aware of his speeding heartbeat and shallowing breaths, but he couldn't seem to tamp down his excitement enough to pretend his mind wasn't firmly in the corridors already. He nodded his understanding to Willow, but still couldn't manage speech as they headed for the front desk. He was convinced that if he opened his mouth, he'd say something unforgivable. Are we really going to do what I think we're going to do?
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 10:52:00 GMT -5
The air was laden with tension between them as they checked out of the library, each with an armful of books. Willow couldn't help a small blush filling her cheeks as they walked out to the corridors. She also couldn't help what she did after the blush filled her cheeks, as she shyly took his hand in her own. It had felt to good earlier to hold his hand, and in the interim to the corridors, she wanted to keep her mind not on the nerves involved with this, which hadn't been dealt with even the last time, but on what this was. On Silver.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 10:59:47 GMT -5
((lol))
Silver's warm hand curved around Willow's, that smile at his lips irrepressible no matter how tightly stretched his own nerves were. He couldn't see her blush in the near-dark of the torch light that hovered in the corridor, but he could imagine it as well as anything else. He felt like he should say something, but all he could think was, Is now right? What about now? Where should we set our books? Now? He told himself to calm down, but he wasn't entirely sure he was listening.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 11:22:42 GMT -5
The silence that stretched between them only added to the nerves Willow was feeling. It hadn't felt like that before, both befores having been a whimsical moment, no thought needed. She chuckled to herself as she imagined both of them checking their intelligence at the door for the moment, now there was thought. The moment had been interrupted but the librarian, and to regain it would be a conscious decision. Willow let the silence stretch for a while, until they had reached a corridor that was relatively unused, but close to a burning globe of light. She stopped near the light, and looked up at Silver, a becoming smile sliding across her face as her blush stayed where it was.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 11:32:26 GMT -5
Silver looked down at Willow now, his mind taking everything it could from the moment and wrapping it in words to remember it by. But how could he describe the way the light played against her hair or the feeling of magnetic anticipation? Did it really need described at all? Whatever conclusion Silver came to was brushed aside when he couldn't resist any longer. His shoulder rolled slightly, subtly adjusting the strap of his book bag and the remaining books under his arm, and his hand tightened slightly as he leaned down, bringing his lips back to hers.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 11:39:36 GMT -5
Willow watched with anticipation, and almost memorization as Silver's head dipped closer to hers, until his lips were brushing against her own. The image of him, with his light green eyes, waves of hair, and everything else about him burned into her mind, as her eyes slid shut, and she slid her own satchel out of the way. As her lips brushed against his, their kiss beginning again, her fingers threaded in between his, following instinct without thought. The night was to, interesting to follow thoughts, when there was living to be had.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 11:53:49 GMT -5
Thought died away so easily this time, and Silver was left with nothing more or less than physical emotions and an instinctual drive to go on. His hand held Willow's firmly as he parted his lips, patience stretched tight to the point of breaking, along with self-control. But that control existed somewhere, and though instinct howled at him to take more, all he allowed himself was a shift forward, close enough that the heat of his body began to mingle with hers.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 12:05:48 GMT -5
Willow felt a shiver of something pass through her as Silver stepped closer, her mind filled with fantasies, and her body subsisting on what was being given. As she mirrored Silver's movements, and began exploring him to satisfy that inner curiosity, she felt like she had been in the desert starving for water for months, and only Silver held the solution. Her lips curled even as she continued to kiss him, her free hand sliding up to Silver's face, threading into strands of hair near his face.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 12:39:14 GMT -5
Silver forgot his books entirely at that added contact, however small it might have been. Those tucked beneath his arm clattered to the floor as he moved forward again, his newly freed arm wrapping around Willow's slender waist. Any part of him that should have remained shy was fast asleep and all he felt was encouragement to let his compulsions rule. Just this much pressure at her back and he pressed her body to his.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 13:59:30 GMT -5
Perfection, Willow thought as her body was pulled closer to his. It might have been in her to regret that again she wasn't getting any work done, but nothing could regret this, and she had managed to get some work done. So tonight, under a mostly full moon, a soft glowing lamp, Willow felt a perfect peace. Rightness. Her hand in his hair slid down his neck, fingers light as they trailed to his shoulder, in perfect agreement that they should be closer.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 14:23:06 GMT -5
Silver's blood shivered at the ticklish electricity of Willow's fingers against his neck, as fleeting as the moment had been. His arm tightened until he couldn't get closer to her, and his hand slipped free of hers to rise, sliding into her hair. He wanted more, and only a thin leash of control stood between him and the threat of breaking. He deepened the kiss, intensified it, his mind aware only of sensation and the desire for more.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 14:30:24 GMT -5
Willow felt her temperature begin to rise as their bodies drew even closer, the kiss deepened until she couldn't think up from down or anything else. She was barely aware of his hand leaving her own, when it settled onto her hair she felt like tilting her head back, exposing something she didn't know how to explain. Instead her free arm slipped around his waist, not pulling closer, because nothing could fit between them. The kiss was so intense it felt like it couldn't stop, but something in her wanted it to change, grow, and she broke the kiss to trail kisses down to his chin, following instinct not experience.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 14:43:48 GMT -5
Silver drew a sharp breath and held it, turning his head slightly to brush his cheek against hers. His hands tightened, his muscles tensed, and all at once he let his control slip to press his lips against the soft line of her jaw. His hand slid up her back, annoyed with the layer of wool beneath his palm and unconsciously debating the wisdom of getting rid of it. He couldn't wait for her to keep up, and his lips parted against her neck, everything in him wanting to push forward while his mind slept.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 15:26:04 GMT -5
If coherent thought hadn't been gone before, it was gone now, her fingers digging into Silver's back for a moment when his lips touched her neck, her eyes opening for a moment. Her eyes slid closed again as her lips brushed against his temple through the thick hair, following the line of his jaw to just underneath his chin, where it was no longer comfortable to travel with his own head where it was, and she wasn't giving that up. Her own fingers spread against the expanse of Silver's back, taking in the muscles someone might night notice under his clothing.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 15:47:42 GMT -5
It was getting harder and harder to hold onto what was little more than a thread of self-control, and Silver's brows drew tightly together with the distant thought that he should slow down. Instinct was in control of him, he recognized the feeling and though part of him knew it wasn't entirely him, it was impossible to push away on his own. His hands moved now, unable to hold still, and it took every drop of conscious awareness to murmur stop me against her skin.
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