Dream § 6 [Public, PG13] For a promise....
She was in the onsen hot waters again, leaning her back against the slick rock. Her hair was wet and sticking to her head, her towel wrapped around her body even though she was alone. Her eyes were closed and she enjoyed the calm of the empty baths, smiling slightly. The sound of the waters being disturbed slightly made Estelle open her eyes lazily and met a pair of golden ones looking down at her. The princess smiled at the young man in front of her.
"You looked so cute…give me one good reason not to eat you alive…." he said, playfully.
"Oh Edward…..I don’t think I’d make a very good dinner…." She giggled softly, blushing slightly.
The vampire smirked slightly, reached for her hand before pulling Estelle closer to him:
"I was thinking more about dessert…"
She felt his hand pressed on the small of her back and in a swift movement, their places are exchanged: Edward was sitting in her place now and she was kneeling on his lap. She found her gaze still locked with his, her breath becoming a bit quicker, her hands slightly trembling as she puts them down on his shoulders to steady herself. The hand on her back climbed up to the base of her neck and the pink haired woman felt the need to move forward. She leaned her forehead against the vampire’s, her hand curling into his bronze locks. They were so close now that they were breathing the same air. And then Edward moved his head back, brushing his lips over hers. Estelle’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. She shyly kissed him back, but with each passing kisses, she grew more confident and he grew more passionate. Before she knew it, she was out of breath and her head was spinning. Still, every time their lips touched, Estelle felt a fire build in her stomach, as if she couldn’t get enough.
Estelle almost whined when Edward’s lips left hers, but her disappointment was quickly replaced by pleasant surprise as the young man traced a path of kisses form her jaw to her neck. She must have made a strange noise because she could hear him chuckled against her skin. Clinging to his shoulders once again, she leaned back slightly, providing Edward more room to move. His lips reached her collarbone and she could feel his cold fingertips climbing up her thigh while his other hand supported her back. Estelle felt like every inches of the skin Edward had touched or kissed was on fire and that she was melting under his touch. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew it wasn’t because of the hot water around them. Now that Edward’s mouth was passed down her collarbone, her body was a maelstrom of sensations and she didn’t know if she had to care that her towel was starting to loosen around her chest…
[Wakes up, surprised, out of breath, flustered and covered in a thin layer of sweet. Whines slightly before hiding herself under her covers]
"You looked so cute…give me one good reason not to eat you alive…." he said, playfully.
"Oh Edward…..I don’t think I’d make a very good dinner…." She giggled softly, blushing slightly.
The vampire smirked slightly, reached for her hand before pulling Estelle closer to him:
"I was thinking more about dessert…"
She felt his hand pressed on the small of her back and in a swift movement, their places are exchanged: Edward was sitting in her place now and she was kneeling on his lap. She found her gaze still locked with his, her breath becoming a bit quicker, her hands slightly trembling as she puts them down on his shoulders to steady herself. The hand on her back climbed up to the base of her neck and the pink haired woman felt the need to move forward. She leaned her forehead against the vampire’s, her hand curling into his bronze locks. They were so close now that they were breathing the same air. And then Edward moved his head back, brushing his lips over hers. Estelle’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. She shyly kissed him back, but with each passing kisses, she grew more confident and he grew more passionate. Before she knew it, she was out of breath and her head was spinning. Still, every time their lips touched, Estelle felt a fire build in her stomach, as if she couldn’t get enough.
Estelle almost whined when Edward’s lips left hers, but her disappointment was quickly replaced by pleasant surprise as the young man traced a path of kisses form her jaw to her neck. She must have made a strange noise because she could hear him chuckled against her skin. Clinging to his shoulders once again, she leaned back slightly, providing Edward more room to move. His lips reached her collarbone and she could feel his cold fingertips climbing up her thigh while his other hand supported her back. Estelle felt like every inches of the skin Edward had touched or kissed was on fire and that she was melting under his touch. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew it wasn’t because of the hot water around them. Now that Edward’s mouth was passed down her collarbone, her body was a maelstrom of sensations and she didn’t know if she had to care that her towel was starting to loosen around her chest…
[Wakes up, surprised, out of breath, flustered and covered in a thin layer of sweet. Whines slightly before hiding herself under her covers]