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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 21, 2009 1:48:49 GMT
He smiled, keeping leant down to as close to her level as he could comfortably manage. He looked into her eyes, teasingly coming close to her lips and pulling away whenever she tried to kiss, only to push on a heavy passionate kiss onto her. He held her close, his hands tracing lines against her back.
He moved his mouth to beside her ear, breathing quietly as he told her, "I think white sheets may have been a mistake..." he said, kissing her just above the ear, "Or a very good idea..."
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 21, 2009 2:00:21 GMT
Mayu blushed, biting her lip carefully. So that's how he was think was it? She could work with that, most likely anyway. She smiled at him, moving just a little closer. "Oh? What is it your planning on doing?" her voice was a breath, the words fast and fleeting. Behind them the door shut quickly, locking itself from the inside.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 21, 2009 2:11:07 GMT
He smiled, a thousand ideas coming to his mind, "Well..." he said, with a single movement swinging her small body into his arms, carrying her across the room before laying her on the bed, sitting up and looking down at her, "I was just thinking of how dirty our clothes will make it..." he said, running a line down her top's neckline.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 21, 2009 2:27:35 GMT
"Oh no, we might need to fix that." she smiled up at him, blushing almost to her roots. She gently reached up and pulled him down on top of her, just enough so she could kiss him without actually moving. With another smile she brought her lips against his, gently at first, but it slowly grew into something much more passionate.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 21, 2009 2:36:01 GMT
He kissed, pressing his lips down as he slid his hands behind, underneath her top. His hands, one rough and one smooth, ran lines across her bare back, his better hand reaching to her bra strap. He refused to stop kissing her as he slipped the metal apart as subtly as he could.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 21, 2009 2:54:18 GMT
She gasped, finding his hands almost tickling her skin, but not in that 'I'm going to laugh' kind of way, more of an 'oh my god' kind of way. Her own hand found the edges of his shirt, gently going underneath. Her fingers were feather light, dancing across his skin, barely touching yet touching almost every inch of his skin.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 21, 2009 2:57:23 GMT
He smiled, taking her fingerwork as the green light. He leant forwards into her, lowering his arms to that he held her at the base of her back, and softly kissing her neck. "I love you..." he whispered in her ear as he pressed his cheek against hers, his whole body coming closer and closer.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 22, 2009 11:50:03 GMT
Gently she wrapped her legs around her waist, smiling slyly. No way was he going to get away with anything without first moving her around. A light blush hinted across her cheeks, not having expected him to say anything of that sort right now. Or ever, for that matter.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 22, 2009 12:42:37 GMT
He smiled down at her. Everything was going perfectly, and why shouldn't it? This wasn't exactly the first time for him. It wasn't the first time he'd said those words to make a woman feel comfortable. It wasn't the first time he'd said those lines, either.
He looked down at her, his smile fading in sudden realisation, "You're so... Beautiful," he told her, sounding slightly shocked by his own words, running his fingers through her soft hair. He looked around, down at her and realised just how she'd fallen the same way as all of those other girls.
He pulled back, slowly, realsing himself from her with ease. He stayed close, but not together, not as before.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 23, 2009 2:18:29 GMT
Mayu stayed where she was, trying to figure out what just happened. Had she done something wrong? Not reacted the way she should have? Why had he pulled away? She sat up quietly, reaching out gently to touch Melville on the shoulder. Not wanting to intrude on his space, his little sanctuary. She shuddered, wondering if her lack of experience was the problem here, knowing that Melville was a player. So of course he'd be better then her, much much better then her. That had to be it.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 23, 2009 2:28:27 GMT
He smiled back to her, taking her by the hand and sliding in beside her, "I'm sorry, Mayu," he said, suddenly realising how it must have looked. "Really, I am... And you are stunning." he said, smiling as he admired her body, "I just... Can't stop thinking about every other girl. I just want this to be special and I don't know how because it's... Normal?" he told her with a shrug.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 23, 2009 2:44:03 GMT
She shook her head, shaking out the tears. "It's fine. Don't be sorry." Her words were soft and gentle, just as to be expected of a girl like her. "Jeg er ked, så ked af det. Tilgiv mig. Hvis jeg var en bedre elsker vi ville ikke være i dette rod. Jeg er så dum, så så dum. Vil du nogensinde være i stand til at elske mig igen? Det er ikke min skyld, er det ikke. Men alle de andre piger var meget bedre end mig, og du har uden tvivl haft så mange. Og jeg er stadig en dum jomfru..." her words were broken and stuttered. No doubt from the stress, not to mention the fact she'd forgotten to switch from Danish to English. Though she wasn't danish Mattie was and could only speak that language so knowing it made it easier, on everyone.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 23, 2009 2:48:23 GMT
He frowned, not understanding a word of it, but he could tell she was upset.. He cradled her face in her hands, telling her "shhh," smiling as he told her, "You have to speak in English, baby." he told her, taking humour in the moment.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 23, 2009 4:00:25 GMT
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts long enough to speak. Maybe an entirely new subject was needed. Mayu sighed, flopping down onto her bed again, tempted to scream into her pillows. "Don't we need to take you home?" she asked, turning so her head wasn't directly in the mattress.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 23, 2009 10:11:27 GMT
He lay behind her, putting his arms around her and drawing her in tightly. "I want this," he said into her ear quietly, "I want you..." he told her, brushing back her hair, "You're just... so special to me that this feels..." he shook his head. If the word existed to describe it, it definitely wasn't in his limited vocabulary. "I just want it to be as special as you."
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