May and Dax's Room: May (ATTN: Dax)

[tribal_may]

May slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the daylight for a moment before promptly re-closing them. She pulled the blanket a little tighter around herself, her head pounding, and swore under her breath. She did not remember getting into bed. She did not remember much of anything of the night before, actually, except for pieces of the hen party

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[tribal_may]

She felt bad about not being able to tell him what she was up to, but it was just safer for everyone involved if she kept her mouth shut. It was already hard enough to survive out there. But she knew that if she didn’t tell him, he would eventually ask her again and it would only cause another fight. Now was most defiantly not the time to discuss the issue any further. Hopefully, in time she could tell him. She would speak to Salene about it at a later date

[_dax]

Oh the restraint it took for Dax to not just grab her and toss her onto the bed, the need, the ache, the way being with her after a fight was always more passionate. It wasn't that they had fought a lot, they'd only been together a week, but there was something about their relationship, some underlying fire that was always there. She could ignite a thousand fires within him just by being the bossy little thing she was, and he soon found himself eying her, looking her up and down as he licked his lips. They curled into an amused form, and he had to suck his bottom lip in a bit to restrain himself. He turned, forcing himself to stop staring at her, stop looking, because if he didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to control the animal urges that were starting to take over him.

What is wrong with you man, she's going to think you don't really love her. Don't be stupid, and quit being disrespectful! that little voice that was always with him, in the back of his mind, whispering in his ear, it was right. Dax looked into the mirror on the

[tribal_may]

It was so hard to restrain herself from torturing him with just the small things that drove him crazy. She had to admit it, after all the fighting and the mushy crap, she wanted him. Inside, it was almost like some let a fire that burned hotter and hotter the closer she was to him. Maybe she could just give in. He was a boy, and she knew what boys wanted. Her thoughts shifted to Pride for a moment, not in a comparison between the two men, but more in remembrance of just what boys wanted. Dax wasn’t like Pride at all, he meant it when he said it. A sick and twisted smile crossed her lips as he pouted, it only made her want to torture him more. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she was in thought, but she already knew what she wanted to do. The bottom lip he stuck out was a perfect target. Reaching up she went to kiss him, but instead she bit down softly but demandingly on it, then released it after just a few seconds

[_dax]

Dax pulled his lip into his mouth, the lingering sensation of biting his bottom lip tingled and he watched her, what was she trying to do? He narrowed his left eye and lifted his right eyebrow, did she know what she was doing? She was being a tease? Hadn't they talked about that? Shut up you know you love it when she does this to you, he mentally chided himself, and he let that smirk fly across his lips and he looked her up and down again

[tribal_may]

That’s right, the drama queen had a fun side too, and that side wanted to play. Maybe it was her hormones taking control or it was emotional overload, but when he pulled her into his arms, she squealed in delight. His words made her laugh and she always knew just what to say or do to get him into the mood she wanted. When her back hit the mattress, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting her hands fall to the back of his neck. She allowed herself to be capture by this man, her hunger feeding into his kiss. Her eyes searched his face as well, she wanted him to say it so she could look into his eyes and see if he really meant it

[_dax]

Every apprehensive thought he had, every what if question barrelling through his mind, every nervous knot in his stomach was gone with the sound of her voice, and for the first time since they'd...well since they'd become May and Dax, he was speechless. This kiss, it was different from any they had shared, but it was nice, it was as if he was getting to know her for the first time all over again. The kisses along his jawline sent tingles through his skin, and he found himself wishing for more, and without asking she was nipping at his skin and he moaned, his face now burried in her hair, his lips finding any inch of skin to kiss. He looked at her, lifting his head, staring into her beautiful eyes

[tribal_may]

The sound of his moans, his body close her, and the heat between them all added up to the same thing in her mind, passion. Her eyes gave her away while she was trying to maintain her composure, but she was losing control. She let out a half whimper as he averted her lips, but it was short lived when his lips came in contact with her collarbone. Breakfast, what was that? Who needed food when they had this? Her eyes closed in unison as her lips opened to release a soft moan. The tips of her fingers moved over the skin of his neck, and over the collar of his shirt. She slide her hands down over his back, they danced down until she found the bottom hem. With one fluid movement, her hand went from on the shirt to under the shirt to graze over his warm skin

[_dax]

The nails in his skin sent sparks through him, and he felt things growing, not just in his pants, but in his gut, he needed her, he wanted her, he had to have her, to worship her. He sucked hard on the flesh of her shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin, the scent of her soap lingering, or maybe that was just the scent of May, something about her that went right to his head and made him want to get deep inside of her, to taste every inch of her flesh. The sounds didn't help either, whimpering and growling and groaning and moaning and he returned with his own sounds

[tribal_may]

The way he paused at her actions made her realize what she had just done. In her hands were the remains of what used to be a shirt, the red tint of embarrassment colored her cheeks. The animal was defiantly winning this battle. His demanding invasion of her lips and her mouth took her mind back into the grips of passion. The pieces of his shirt dropped from her hands and her hands moved again to his back. Her body arched under him, pressing as much of herself against him as she could. She could feel his hardness on her thigh, and made sure that she nuzzled her thigh against it. Her nails found themselves back in the groove of his back as she again dragged them over his skin. She caught herself as she was about to cry out, not in pain, but in pleasure

[_dax]

[OOC:Continued here.]