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Post by Seth Dix Reynolds on Oct 18, 2009 2:18:37 GMT -8
'Oh, god, that feels so good'. Seth could have purred. His lips were hot from just touching her skin, his whole body feeling flushed. He was sure there was going to be glitter on his lips afterward. It wasn‘t beyond reason. But it couldn't be something as simple as glitter, not in faerie skin. It was like a strip of the moon embedded into her flesh. He’s never seen something like that before in his entire life, and he’d been seeing the fey since he was born. They’d only started seeing him when he was twelve. He didn’t mind being looked at now. When Shine looked into his eyes, he could feel a shudder course through his body. The trust in them was completely undeserved, but he felt like he ought to live up to whatever standards had just been set. It would be wrong to do otherwise. 'Take me.' He could have mouthed her words if he'd wanted to. He’d heard them so many times… but the way she said it… They sent a thrill of pleasure through his whole body. It was amazing. Almost better than sex.
Seth pressed a kiss to her chest, right above her heart, able to feel it pounding heavily through his lips. His own was beating a tattoo into his ribs, so loud he could feel in in his throat. He moaned softly, his fingers sliding up her back. When he felt the edge of her bra, he expertly unclasped it, sliding it away from her skin and dropping it to the floor on top of her shorts. Now the only thing between them was his jeans and her thin panties. He quickly unbuttoned his and wriggled them off his hips, wincing as they dragged across his tender flesh. He could still imagine the feeling of those unforgiving fingers. A shiver passed through him, one of fear instead of pure lust. “Oh god, Shine….” he gasped, burying his face in her neck, tasting her again. His hand pulled the last bit of fabric away from her skin, letting his fingers trail down her leg like a stroke of warmth. His boxers were on the floor not a minute afterward. He kissed her again, deeply, his body pressing against hers in all the right places. He grinned against her lips, hands holding her hips again. “You ready?” he purred at her. His tongue ran along her lower lip slowly, begging for entry into her mouth. He was sure he was going to get it, was sure that Shine wouldn’t reject him. Not now. He couldn’t help asking those words. They were more for him, really. He wanted to know if he was ready to do anything like this to one of the Fey, the Fair Folk, the Little People.
Well, fuck it, he thought, pulling her hips up toward his own, letting out a moan as he did. It was too late to leave her now. He couldn’t find an ounce of himself to want to be away from this girl. He let out a laugh, sounding a tad hysterical as he did and leaned down, his lips against her ear. He spoke softly, too far gone to really figure out what he said, but he was sure she‘d understand it, even if they sounded like a slur in his foggy mind. He was almost giddy again. He didn't know why. Shine was more addicting than any of the drugs his friends were on. Any of the girls he‘d found in the past few years. He murmured the words again, and this time they broke through his want… no, his need for the girl in his arm. He smirked a bit, kissing her roughly on the mouth, all passion and wild.
“What have you done to me?"
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