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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 15:53:13 GMT -5
Willow's hands sliding against Silver's skin, hesitated when she heard barely murmured words. Stop me, he had whispered. Stop what? Stop when? It wasn't, they weren't, she'd never been this far, but it didn't seem to far either. It seemed like a silken web spun of lips and kisses, vibrantly alive with feeling, and while thinking about it brought some level of rational thought, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop.
Regardless, her hands slid to where Silver's arms wrapped around her, each hand settling on an arm as her own lips stopped moving against his skin and slid closer to his ear. "Do you really want me to stop us. I will," if it was what he wanted. Perhaps he was the smarter more rational one of the two, she still wanted to explore, to learn.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 15:59:58 GMT -5
No, Silver wanted to scream. He didn't want to stop, didn't want her to stop, but they had to, didn't they? He made a low, guttural, growl-like sound of dissent and lifted his head, bringing his lips to hers again. Why hadn't she stopped this? Didn't she know what he was trying not to do? He wanted to devour her, and though one of his hands stopped low against Willow's back, the other smoothed firmly up her side, all his effort put into moving slowly, since stopping was beyond him.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 16:09:31 GMT -5
It was that simple to be lulled back into the kiss, even if it was slower, her mind focused, hands imitating where his were going. Willow couldn't cognitively understand where his hands were going, since to this point they had stayed in areas that she didn't mind. She knew there were firm boundaries that she would draw the line at if he pushed, but until he pushed them she wasn't going to stop the enjoyment of this kiss.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 10:19:33 GMT -5
Silver wasn't aware of pushing, or of anything really, aside from how it felt to brush his hand against one of Willow's more tempting attributes. His brows drew tightly together and the kiss slowed further for just a moment before intensifying again. He couldn't repeat what he'd said, couldn't ask her to stop him, and at this point his mind was too shut off to think of it.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 10:37:33 GMT -5
Entrancing as the kiss was, as intoxicating, Willow felt when Silver’s hand slipped a bit to high for her, her own hand refusing to imitate the sliding motion. Instead she broke of the kiss was a soft laugh, her hands trailing to where his were and sliding them further down, away from places she wasn’t ready to share.
Her soft laugh was a marvel at how easy it was to follow instinct and leave rationality behind her with Silver. “Stop, Silver,” she said softly, not a command or demand, but rather a cede to his earlier request. Willow pressed a soft kiss to his lips, more a press than further initiation. “Before we do something we aren’t ready for.”
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 10:45:54 GMT -5
Silver couldn't help the sound of disappointment that rumbled from his throat or the reflexive attempt to catch Willow's lips with that teasing kiss. He firmed his hands at her hips without thought, his mind still too far gone for any recognition of what had happened. Stop, Silver. Why? What weren't they ready for? Of course they were ready. He was ready, wasn't he? His mind supplied a scenario for him, testing him, and though part of him grabbed on enthusiastically, there was just enough that realized he wasn't dreaming this. He held himself back, but he was still too tense to pull back entirely, or even to think up whether he should apologize.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 11:06:57 GMT -5
Willow smiled at look in Silver's eyes, and her fingers trailed up to his hair pushing aside a few strands and pushing them behind his ear so she could see his face better. Her eyes slid to his lips for a moment, and she couldn't help the dancing in her eyes, "kissing you is really great." Her eyes slid closed imagining that she was kissing him again. "And talking to you is even better. But, that part of me, well," she felt a blush fill her cheeks, "I'm not ready for that. Especially if we're only friends." Where they more than friends at this point? Willow wondered, blushed again, and thought that it wouldn't be bad at all, but he hadn't asked. Then again, neither had she.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 11:42:23 GMT -5
Silver caught what he could of his mind, a thread of thought just strong enough to make sense of what Willow was saying. Wait... had she said what he thought she'd said? I'm not ready for that. Especially if we're only friends. Did that mean that if they were more than friends she was ready? Was he? It was too hard to think right now, but Silver struggled to get himself under control so he could say something intelligent. "So, like... do you want to be... more than friends?" Smooth, Silver. He gave himself a mental kick.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 11:58:47 GMT -5
Did she want to? Willow looked into Silver's eyes, thinking she had only been her a handful of weeks and he was already the brightest thing in her life here. Did she want to jeopardize that with this? Would she be able to just kiss him? Silver made her feel smart, flustered, flattered, in awe, wasn't that a good start for something. They had a lot in common, and he was gorgeous.
Yes, she answered inside of her head, she supposed she did want to be more than just friends, as long as the friend part could stay as well. "I," spit it out Willow,, "want to be more. But I want to keep the friend part too." She didn't just want to be a kissing buddy. Willow looked into his eyes, "what do you want?"
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 12:22:47 GMT -5
Silver's brows drew together, still confused despite the return of thought to his brain. "But... if you're my, like, girlfriend," he started, wondering why she'd think the friend part would stop. "I mean, that's part of it, right?" Despite the moment the thought had appeared in his foggy mind, he wouldn't go out with someone so they'd sleep with him. He wasn't like that, no matter how easy it was to forget everything in a kiss.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 12:29:05 GMT -5
A cheap thrill shot through Willow at the word girlfriend, is that what he was saying, is that what he wanted? "Yeah, it should be part of it, but not all guys..." she smiled as she looked at him. "You're not all guys though." Not that generalization was an awesome practice, but it worked sometimes, and she was pretty sure that set of twins she'd run into fit the generalized portion of the bill. Willow's head tilted as she looked at him, excitement unable to hide in her eyes, "does that mean, you want me to be your girlfriend?"
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 12:47:44 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," Silver said, his brows rising a moment before drawing lightly together again. "Do you? Want to be, I mean?" She was smiling, so that had to mean something. Of course, it also meant something that she'd thought he was only after one thing. He didn't know what it meant, but it meant something. Had she really thought that?
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 12:56:25 GMT -5
In her mind Willow was saying yes, yes, yes repetitively, but her outward appearances were just a soft rose hued blush. "Yeah, I mean...of course, I want to be your girlfriend." If he was asking, then yes, she wanted to be more, but hadn't wanted to make assumptions. Kissing was nice, heck, everything about Silver was nice. “Secret forces are bringing compatible spirits together. If the man permits himself to be led by this ineffable attraction, good fortune will come his way. When deep friendships exist, formalities and elaborate preparations are not necessary.” I Ching.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 14:23:20 GMT -5
Attraction. He was never going to convince either of them that he wanted more than a physical relationship if his mind started sticking at words like that and holding on. He tried to think of who or what that quote was from, but he couldn't peel his thoughts away from the moment long enough to find it. "I felt it shelter to speak to you," he said at last, hoping the words would be enough.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 14:36:50 GMT -5
Willow couldn't help the blush the mounted her cheeks higher than before as she looked away for a moment. "Thank you," was all she could think to say, the compliment so nice. She let her hand trail down away from Silver's temple, still tangled into the threads of his hair, " does this mean that we're dating?" Not that she'd really dated before. She'd been on a few dates, kissed a few boys, but none of them were like this, none of them were Silver.
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