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]

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.

Then he said it and her breath was caught in her throat. His eyes told her that he meant it with all that he was. Releasing one hand from his neck, she let her fingers linger over the skin of his cheek, then she poked his nose and smiled. Maybe everything would be alright, and maybe she could be really happy. “I love you too, Dax.” There was no need for him to second guess what he had done, she said it too and she meant it just as much as he did. This time it was her lips that took over his, her kiss less heated than his. It was more like a loving caress that lingered for just moments before she let go.

Her lips moved from his, to his right cheek as she left little kisses before moving over his jaw line. The process took just moments, but it felt like time had stopped. The nape of his neck smelled sweet to her, and it tasted just as good. She left tiny love bits there. Her hand moved back towards his neck, but stopped just behind his ear, her eyes staring up and into his. She never wanted this moment to end.

[_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.

He lingered for a moment, staring at her, his eyes drifting down to her lips, perfect and inviting, and he leaned in as if to kiss them, but instead let his head fall down, his lips coming in contact with her collarbone, sucking gently there on the skin. He moved inside to her throat, kissing softly just the way he knew she liked it, letting his tongue dart out to touch her skin lightly. He moved across to her other collarbone, and his actions were a bit rougher, without even trying. He didn't even realize what he was doing, they'd just made up and already all he could think of was the scent of her and what it was doing to him. This didn't stop him, however, and he pressed on, pushing her shirt out of the way to kiss down her shoulder.

[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.

By this time, he had switched collarbones and she could feel the difference in his movements. He was losing control too. One part of her wanted to lose it, to just rip his clothes to shreds, and give it into the animal that was growling on the inside. This half pushed a growl out of her lips and was matched by a light but forceful rack of her nails down his back. But the other half wanted to maintain control, to make it last longer and keep the sensuality strong. Even though this half was loosing the battle, it still managed to release a soft whimper and her hands to retrace the path they just took, but in a soft and caressing way.

Her head tilted to the opposite side of where he was kissing, allowing him a little more room to explore. Another moan escaped her lips when he moved down her shoulder. Every kiss caused a wave of warmth to cascade through her body. Her hands moved back down his back, to find the hem of his shirt once again. The control was barely there anymore as she grabbed firmly on the hem, and pulled her hands away from each other. The fabric stretched and finally gave way to a tearing sound that went with the ripping of his shirt. She growled loader this time as she ripped his shirt in half.

[_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.

The sound of ripping material stopped him and he looked up, realizing that she was pulling his shirt off of him by splitting the seams and tearing the cloth, and something about the look in her eyes ignited one of those fires inside of him. He pressed his lips against hers, a hot kiss, not waiting before he was invading her mouth, now rubbing against her in what was a natural reaction, pressing hard against her thigh.

Pulling away from the kiss and sliding down her body slightly, Dax first removed the tattered remains of his shirt before he moved her own shirt up, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach, pressing his face there to the skin and inhaling, other scents mixing in, and he kissed gently, his tongue darting out as he moved back up, pushing her shirt up and up until he had exposed her bra. He pulled her shirt over her head quickly, moving to regain his spot and kissing his way up from the edge of her bra on her left breast, up to her collarbone, across her breast bone, to her other breast, nothing but May could stop him now.

[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.

When he pulled away, she found herself sighing. She chuckled when he removed the remains of his shirt. “Sorry.. you just bring out the animal in me.” Tiny goose-bumps appeared on her belly as he kissed her there. He could be so sweet that she sometimes wondered how she found someone like this. Her hands moved from his back, up his neck and into his hair. She bit down tenderly on her bottom lip. Her body arched again under him, his kisses causing the fire inside her to continue to grow. She didn’t want him to stop and felt as if she would die if he did. The need to be with him, to be always near him was overwhelming.

Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter amounts. They matched her heartbeat which had increased dramatically since the beginning of encounter. His gentle attention to her skin felt wonderful, but her lips were feeling lonely. She slid her hand from his neck and placed under his chin. Gently, she pushed his head up and away from her breast. Her eyes met his and she smiled before mouthing, “Come here.” With her hand under his chin, she guided him up. When they were face to face, she leaned up and kissed his lips hungrily before kissing her way down his chin. She nudged his chin up with her nose and moved to take the skin under there into her mouth. Her lips formed around small patches, sucking lightly, leaving soft kisses before moving to the right. Each time she moved closer and closer to his ear and stopped just below it. Her breath was hot against his neck. She licked his lope, nibbled on it for a moment, then released it. Kissing behind his ear before retaking the lope into her mouth. The hand that had been under his chin, had moved back to his neck and now had fingers that spread and moved through his hair. She pressed her body close to his like the inches that were between them in places was unbearable.

[_dax]

[OOC:Continued here.]