The Other Real World (open)

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle shifted, turning her body toward him, rather than remain sitting with her back against the couch and her head turned in his direction. She instinctively wanting to pull back her turned legs when her knees rested against his leg, but she resisted the impulse. Her heart was pounding so loud she thought for sure he would be able to hear it. She was so nervous, completely unused to instigating initial interactions. Part of her wanted to sit there and wait for him to make the move, but she was so anxious and felt like she might go insane if they just sat there staring at each other.

Her eyes flickered across his face and wandered to take in his features now that they were so close. She noticed that his ears were pierced with wide circles, gaged she was pretty sure it was called, though she hadn't ever known anyone personally with them. She liked them, and thought they added to his style, with his long, dark bangs framing his face and the subtle eyeliner she hadn't really seen until just now. Perhaps it was because she'd become used to seeing it on Markise, or maybe it was because it just seemed normal with the type of look he pulled off so well. Whatever the reason, his eyeliner didn't turn her off as she might have thought it would and she could appreciate how well it made his pale eyes stand out. Her gaze moved on to his lips, where her eyes settled, until she remembered herself and stopped tracing the outline of the curves, wondering how soft or firm they might be.

Indigo was watching her, a fact that hadn't crossed her mind until just now. Although it had probably only been a matter of seconds she was embarrassed at how obvious she'd been checking him out. She only had two options that she could think of now. Retreat in embarrassment, which sounded so tempting but was counterproductive to where she hoped they were leading, or..... Before she could talk herself out of it and into her first option, or the tomato color completely covered her body, Anna leaned toward him, lifting her free hand to brush aside the fringe and settle on his cheekbone a moment before her lips brushed against his.

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo pulled a swift breath before he realized he had, and suddenly wondered if he was supposed to breathe. The thought passed quickly with a flicker of reasoning, and he was suddenly amazed he could think at all. He nearly regretted the fact, but he could feel how soft and warm her lips were, could see her face in his mind's eye, and he reveled in it.

Should he close his eyes or open them? A glance showed a flash of thick lashes and a bit of pale cheek, her hair falling around him, and he closed his eyes again, then shifted his lips softly, tentatively against hers. His blood was pounding, but self-consciousness was easy to forget like this. He brought up his hand, nerves warring with excitement, and let himself touch, let his fingers smooth through a short length. He might have thought he was dreaming if it hadn't felt so real.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle felt giddy at the warm flesh against her lips. His movement was confirmation enough that he was indeed a willing partner in their exchange. Not that she'd have ever made a move if she wasn't nearly certain of his consent, but removal of all doubt was a welcome blessing. She relaxed a bit, releasing some of the initial tension and anticipation from her body and moving instinctively against him. Her lips parted ever so slightly to capture part of his lower lip in between her own for a moment before releasing him and pressing against his lips a bit firmer than before. When she parted her lips again, her tongue filled the gap and brushed against the soft curve of his mouth until the tasting was ended by the continued movement of her mouth to capture his. In a deep corner of her mind she was grateful that she hadn't forgotten how to kiss at all, but the majority of her was consumed with gathering each new sensation that she was exposed to.

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo echoed her movements at first, the slight parting of lips, the implicit invitations to taste and test. He didn't know what he was doing in the least, but it seemed to come naturally after those first questions. There were more, of course: What should he do with his hands? Where was he allowed to explore? Was he screwing anything up? Was he supposed to swallow?

Most of his questions answered themselves, and the more they went on, the more he was able to forget himself a little and enjoy the strange, smooth exchange. Now and then he took another brief peek, reassuring himself that somehow this was actually happening, before he slipped farther away, thought less, and let sensation and her movements guide him.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna could tell that she was the dominant partner; that for whatever reason Indigo was following her lead. She would have questioned it, but that would mean stopping their current activities and talking about such things. That thought was not at all appealing, so Anna continued to lead them deeper and deeper in their exchange. The role she'd placed herself in was new and she wasn't nearly confident enough in herself to pull it off as smoothly as her previous partner, but she proceeded to guide Indigo slowly down the path of discovery.

She'd untwined their hands, in favor of sliding her palm up the back of his clothing until she reached the curve of his neck, but she didn't feel flesh or hair like she'd imagined. It took a moment for her to comprehend that he wore a hoodie, and then to work the hood back away so her fingers could rake through the thick strands of hair. Anna grasped a handful at the nape of his neck as her mouth parted against his. Her tongue darted across his lips again before finding an opening and perusing his mouth.

Her tongue met his and she slid against it, initiating a dance between them. It only lasted a brief second until Anna's actions were halted by the unexpected. Her tongue brushed against something smooth and rounded. At first she thought she'd been mistaken, but as her tongue continued through it's movement, it brushed against the hard round ball completely. Caught by surprise Anna's tongue retreated from the foreign object as her mind was pushed into overdrive to form an explanation.

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo was drowning in sensation, in the cool air that touched him as his hood fell back, in the confident feel of her small hands sweeping through his hair. He was glad for that much relief, the heat building up inside making him restless. He didn't pick up on Anna's mild retreat, taking it as a game, as something else he needed to learn, and he pursued, eager for more.

His hands found her waist, a safe spot female friends hadn't minded, even the few who'd already shot him down. She was so warm, so slender, and he concentrated far more on that than whether or not she'd been surprised by his tongue ring.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna might have focused on the object more if he hadn't chosen that moment to brand her body with the simple touch of his hands. The thin cotton of her shirt was hardly a barrier yet she wished it had slid up from where it currently barely overlapped her jeans, wished it had exposed her flesh bare to his touch. Her attention was focused to the spot at her waist, waiting on baited breath for his hands to move. Anticipation built as she waited and resisted the urge to squirm in his hold just to feel the strength of his fingers brush against her.

A majority of her mind stayed focused on the heat his hands caused, but a portion of it was recaptured by the kiss that Indigo had taken control of in her distraction. His tongue met hers again in a playful interlude that exposed her once again to the object she'd retreated from. Instead of being caught off guard and recoiling as she'd initially done, Annabelle explored the sensation and was able to reason that it must be a tongue ring or piercing. She swirled her tongue around it, taking it all in and continuing to get as much out of the kiss while she silently cursed his still hands.

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo's hands remained still for some few minutes, partly testing to be certain he hadn't somehow overstepped his boundaries and partly out of sheer distraction from the kiss. It seemed the more they went on, the more he wanted, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. He knew very well where he'd like to put his hands, but didn't want a slap in the face to end this. She'd let him know when she was ready for something else, right? Hopefully that would be soon. He didn't know how long he could last.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna finally had to come to terms with the fact that his hands just weren't going to budge. Her body was tense with excitement over their kiss and her nerves were strung tight as the heat from his hands practically burned through her. She thought perhaps he remained immobile out of respect and couldn't possibly fault him for that. She'd thought about exploring with her own hands, but banished the thought nearly immediately due to the thick hoodie he wore. Roaming above the offending article would due no good, and it was hardly proper in her mind to begin removing clothing on a first kiss.

The thought that this was in fact their first kiss did little to cool the fire, but reminded her that the building of anticipation was part of the game. She put more of her attention to the kiss, exploring his mouth fully, taking unexpected pleasure in the added sensations that little piece of metal brought to the kiss. After a moment she slowed the kiss, retreating to brushing her lips against his, then began tracing the line of his jaw until she reached the sensual spot of his earlobe. She flicked her tongue against the soft skin before gently sucking on it. With a whisper, breathless from their enthusiasm, she spoke the words against his ear. "I really like your piercing."

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo shivered at those soft words, nearly undone by what she was doing to him. This had to be his imagination. He must have fallen asleep over his laptop, or maybe he was dreaming away in the boys' dorm. "I really like..." your lips, your tongue, that thing you did to my ear... "your hair," he murmured, too far gone to even wonder if he'd just said something idiotic. He was afraid to move and end this, but he wanted to give back, to see if he could make her feel like this, too. His lips sought the curve of her jaw, missing slightly to land against a warm, smooth spot just below her ear. And her hair... his fingers slid into it, amazed at every sensation.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Her hair? Anna found the remark a bid odd but didn't have even a moment to ponder his words. His lips sent sparks across her flesh and through her veins. She pinched her lips shut in an attempt to conceal her reaction but a throaty response still reached her ears. Why she was trying to hide her reaction she wasn't completely sure and didn't currently have the mental facilities to examine her actions; not with Indigo so near. Past experience gave her insight into the pleasure she might look forward to, but the sensations were as vivid as if she'd never felt them before.

[Indigo Noble]

Indigo had no thought that this wasn't a typical first kiss. Maybe he'd imagined a shy press of lips, but this was far better and he wouldn't argue. He was following those sounds she made, the ones that sent heat through him, and experimented, trying to find other things that she liked. Eventually his hands moved, tentatively, up her back, but he still wasn't sure where he should be putting them, so he concentrated on kissing her.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna saw the affect of her response in Indigo's action and made sure to voice her approval. He was still moving slower than molasses and so Anna was all "Would you just do me already?!?! Sheesh, what are you a virgin or something?" Without waiting for a response she pulled him off the couch and pinned him to the floor. She was thankful that she'd hidden a pair of her handcuffs under the couch after last week's activities and quickly put them to use.....Sorry couldn't resist since it's still the first of April here for another thirty six minutes or something close to that.

[Indigo Noble]

Screw that, I'm considering this canon. It's posted, so TOO LATE, SUCKER!

The breath had been knocked out of Indigo, and he lay stunned for a moment before he even realized what she was doing. His eyes shot open, and his first uncontrollable thought was that he really needed to do that thing under her ear again if this happened. "Is... is that a problem?" he asked, panting. And was she handcuffing him to something? He thanked God, or whatever the hell had gotten him here, and though he was too shocked to do anything, he couldn't think of an immediate argument through his physical response.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

We will see who has the last laugh in the end..... Just wait, payback will be mine!!!

Anna shrugged. "I wouldn't know." She whispered in his ear that he was a bad boy and should have kept his hand to himself. She sat up, straddling him as she tried to think up a proper punishment. This was all new territory for her, but she wanted him to think otherwise so she slipped into her alter ego, Mistress of Death. She actually had several pairs of handcuffs hidden around her store, in case there was any trouble and she needed to restrain anyone. She might have thought of using them like this, as the Kama Sutra book had shown, but she never actually intended on acting on her thoughts until a moment ago.