"New things to look at, explore." He's kissing me breathless and all I can do is respond as he quietly gives me more of him. "I'm not used to being taken care of," I murmur quietly, my breath caught in my throat when his hand moves lower down my back.
I moan in quiet responce as he pulls my bottom lip, telling me he likes kissing me. I move my hands over his back, feeling the edge of his shirt lift up and my fingers brush gently over his skin.
My heartbeat picks up and I tighten my hands in his shirt, keeping myself pressed against him and finding myself almost sitting in his lap on the stool. "It's good to be had," I pant, almost breathless from his fevered kisses. It's only been day's - maybe even a week - since everything happened, but it felt like so much longer since we've been like this.
I pull back and catch my breath for a moment, looking up at him with want before leaning back into him and kissing him with want, my tongue flicking out against his boldly.
"That's my girl," I murmur under my breath as she gives back as good as she gets. It's nice to feel her so full of life, lungs pushing and heart pumping against me. I can feel everything, slipping my fingers under the hem of her shirt, dragging them along her waist
( ... )
"So have I," I whisper against his lips, leaning in to give him quick kisses across his jaw and neck, resting my forehead against his shoulder. My hands run along his sides and back, my back arching against him as his cool fingers move across my skin.
My heart pounds in my chest hard enough to get my attention, making me realize that we've started that snowball our emotions again. "Best yet," I tell him, smiling softly as I kiss his shoulder.
Even though my skin feels tender to the touch, I don't want him to stop touching me, I want to keep feeling his fingers against my skin. I can't help but remember that night we got dangerously carried away in his room, and then in the shower. I could remember everything vividly.
"Restraint isn't in our favor is it?" I run my hands over his sides and my fingers flutter over his skin under the smooth fabric. "Sometimes I..." I mutter into his shoulder, both of us knowing where the rest of that sentence ends.
I smile when she says it's the best good morning kiss yet. Betting there'll be more of those, and hopefully better ones in the future. Hopefully anyway, if she'll stay. I know, she's staying for now, but who knows when that will change
( ... )
He tense's up for a moment when I whisper into his shoulder, most likely wondering if something was bothering me and I didn't want to tell him.
There isn't anything 'wrong' it's just complicated and emotional and it makes me feel bare when I even think of it. But I know that I can tell Angel anything and that it will be okay. He's not like the people that I've grown up with and I should know that by now. Especially after everything that's happened this past week.
Nipping my bottom lip I take a deep breath before I speak. "Sometimes, I don't w-want to stop," my voice drops even lower and I look down at how close we are. "I know that we should, you know, stop. But I can't help but not want to." I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the stitching to his shirt and not the pounding in my heart.
There's a flood of relief that goes through me when she simply says she doesn't want to stop. I'm not exactly sure how that's a bad thing except for the part where I'm a vampire with a soul that might possibly turn evil, but on her end... She doesn't have to stop. I could- we could do this all day if she wanted to
( ... )
The way he touches my face makes my stomach twist with pleasure, my eyes flutter closed before reopening to look at him when he speaks.
"Yes we do, I think so anyway..." I know whatever I say will most likely sound foolish to anyone, but Angel should get it. "Your aura tells me." I know it's simple words, ones that most likely don't make much sense to him; so I explain it a bit more as best I can. "It f-flickers all these colors and I'm not always sure if you want to keep going or are s-scared like I am."
I shift myself until I realize that I'm sitting on his lap, my fingers twining and playing with his. "I've never...we've been over that. But I know that there are strings with you, ones you worry about and... I do too. I worry for you." I smile and sigh softly, resting my head against his shoulder. "I d-don't, goddess I don't want to stop when I feel your fingers against my skin, it scares me. But that part doesn't bother me." Lifting my head up I finally let my eyes meet his. "I want you."
My fingers slide up into her hair, combing through thick strands. "I want you too," I say, looking into her eyes. "And I do worry. But that doesn't mean we have to stop..." I just have to stop before all hell breaks loose and you end up a bag of bones on the floorI shift, and rub up against her. "God, trust me, I want you Tara. That's kind of the problem," I murmur, eyes flicking down. "This curse is- well, a curse," I say, letting the corner of my mouth turn up in a wry smile. At least she knows about the curse from our little night of mini golf, but... I know it's going to get really frustrating really quick. If it gets frustrating for me, that's not a problem, I can handle it. Have been ever since Buffy, but... I wish that it wouldn't drive Tara away
( ... )
I can feel my heartbeat speed up when he repeats my words, meaning them himself. My bottom lip find's its way between my teeth as I press myself into his rubbing, listening to him talk and trying my best to understand the situation.
A smile comes to my lips and I feel his fingers and lips on me, my back arching to him from his touch. "Ohh," I shudder, swallowing thickly as I try to chain two thoughts together. "I do too, I l-love being with you." My hands run over his shoulders and arms, down his sides and they slowly slip under the hem of his shirt.
My breath hitches and a low moan escapes my lips when I feel his tongue against my neck, my head is spinning and I am almost sure that my heart is going to escape my chest. "A-angel." Stop, don't stop, please, yes, more, we shouldn't, oh god. "M-maybe...maybe we should stop." My hands don't stop, they continue to move along the edge of his slacks, moving up his back and feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin. "I...I don't w-want you frustrated."
Oh, god, the way she rubs back down against me. My hands go to her hips to hold her where she is so I can grind up against her. "Tara," I murmur, soaking in all the little moves she makes, the little noise escaping the back of her throat. She's amazing
( ... )
Angel's words are what I really want - not to stop - but a part of me knows that we should stop. I might not know everything about his curse or what can happen but I know enough that it's bad.
How can I possibly think bad of anything the way he nuzzles my neck, his cool words beating against my pulse moments before his tongue follows. Then he tell's me to touch him, that it's okay for my fingers to map across his skin and before I can fathom a response my fingers move to the front of his shirt and I start to pluck the buttons open starting at the bottom. My actions reveal small bits of his skin and I only pause long enough for my fingers to trace over a new scar my eyes discover.
"Yeah," I shudder, "m-maybe we shouldn't stop." I open my eyes and look up at him, feeling him grip me tighter to his body and almost crushing my hands between us. "I don't want to stop, Angel." The words are low but my gaze is unwavering from his even as my fingers tighten in the material of his shirt.
"Then I guess we better keep going," I say, leaning in to kiss her again. And again. The feel of her fingers wavering at my stomach makes me want to hurry her on so I can feel the heat of her small hands against my skin, or simply shove her back on the table, claiming her with a few swift thrusts like the monster that I am, but this is for her, her time. I don't want to scare her. She's only just now recovering. I won't hurt her. I can't help being hard, but I can help going too far. Being a monster.
"Go on," I murmur next to her ear, mouthing along her neck and jaw. Yes, vampire here, hello, neck fetish. "Whatever you want, Tara," I whisper against her skin. Whatever you want, I think to myself. She can have it. I wouldn't begrudge her. I don't know how in this short amount of time that I've gotten so addicted to having her around, but I have, and I want to have her thoroughly, completely
( ... )
His kiss makes my skin feel like someone waved a match over it, the way his fingers move over me making my knees feel like they wouldn't hold me up
( ... )
I moan in quiet responce as he pulls my bottom lip, telling me he likes kissing me. I move my hands over his back, feeling the edge of his shirt lift up and my fingers brush gently over his skin.
My heartbeat picks up and I tighten my hands in his shirt, keeping myself pressed against him and finding myself almost sitting in his lap on the stool. "It's good to be had," I pant, almost breathless from his fevered kisses. It's only been day's - maybe even a week - since everything happened, but it felt like so much longer since we've been like this.
I pull back and catch my breath for a moment, looking up at him with want before leaning back into him and kissing him with want, my tongue flicking out against his boldly.
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My heart pounds in my chest hard enough to get my attention, making me realize that we've started that snowball our emotions again. "Best yet," I tell him, smiling softly as I kiss his shoulder.
Even though my skin feels tender to the touch, I don't want him to stop touching me, I want to keep feeling his fingers against my skin. I can't help but remember that night we got dangerously carried away in his room, and then in the shower. I could remember everything vividly.
"Restraint isn't in our favor is it?" I run my hands over his sides and my fingers flutter over his skin under the smooth fabric. "Sometimes I..." I mutter into his shoulder, both of us knowing where the rest of that sentence ends.
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There isn't anything 'wrong' it's just complicated and emotional and it makes me feel bare when I even think of it. But I know that I can tell Angel anything and that it will be okay. He's not like the people that I've grown up with and I should know that by now. Especially after everything that's happened this past week.
Nipping my bottom lip I take a deep breath before I speak. "Sometimes, I don't w-want to stop," my voice drops even lower and I look down at how close we are. "I know that we should, you know, stop. But I can't help but not want to." I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the stitching to his shirt and not the pounding in my heart.
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"Yes we do, I think so anyway..." I know whatever I say will most likely sound foolish to anyone, but Angel should get it. "Your aura tells me." I know it's simple words, ones that most likely don't make much sense to him; so I explain it a bit more as best I can. "It f-flickers all these colors and I'm not always sure if you want to keep going or are s-scared like I am."
I shift myself until I realize that I'm sitting on his lap, my fingers twining and playing with his. "I've never...we've been over that. But I know that there are strings with you, ones you worry about and... I do too. I worry for you." I smile and sigh softly, resting my head against his shoulder. "I d-don't, goddess I don't want to stop when I feel your fingers against my skin, it scares me. But that part doesn't bother me." Lifting my head up I finally let my eyes meet his. "I want you."
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A smile comes to my lips and I feel his fingers and lips on me, my back arching to him from his touch. "Ohh," I shudder, swallowing thickly as I try to chain two thoughts together. "I do too, I l-love being with you." My hands run over his shoulders and arms, down his sides and they slowly slip under the hem of his shirt.
My breath hitches and a low moan escapes my lips when I feel his tongue against my neck, my head is spinning and I am almost sure that my heart is going to escape my chest. "A-angel." Stop, don't stop, please, yes, more, we shouldn't, oh god. "M-maybe...maybe we should stop." My hands don't stop, they continue to move along the edge of his slacks, moving up his back and feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin. "I...I don't w-want you frustrated."
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How can I possibly think bad of anything the way he nuzzles my neck, his cool words beating against my pulse moments before his tongue follows. Then he tell's me to touch him, that it's okay for my fingers to map across his skin and before I can fathom a response my fingers move to the front of his shirt and I start to pluck the buttons open starting at the bottom. My actions reveal small bits of his skin and I only pause long enough for my fingers to trace over a new scar my eyes discover.
"Yeah," I shudder, "m-maybe we shouldn't stop." I open my eyes and look up at him, feeling him grip me tighter to his body and almost crushing my hands between us. "I don't want to stop, Angel." The words are low but my gaze is unwavering from his even as my fingers tighten in the material of his shirt.
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"Go on," I murmur next to her ear, mouthing along her neck and jaw. Yes, vampire here, hello, neck fetish. "Whatever you want, Tara," I whisper against her skin. Whatever you want, I think to myself. She can have it. I wouldn't begrudge her. I don't know how in this short amount of time that I've gotten so addicted to having her around, but I have, and I want to have her thoroughly, completely ( ... )
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