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Post by SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE on Oct 18, 2009 19:05:26 GMT -5
*- -Sephora didn't quite know what to do with him. She was no doctor, she couldn't fix his wounds. she wished she could just mend them with love, but she couldn't Her love couldn't fix him. It hurt her to know that there was nothing more she could do to make him feel better, especially since she doubted that he would let her take him to someone who could fix him. She didn't know how else to make him feel better, but the cool cloth appeared to be doing it's job. She soothed his bruises and cuts, moving the cloth slowly until all of the blood had disappeared. She just wanted to clean him up, wished she could magically heal him with her hands. Seeing her master so hurt worried her. His happiness was the biggest worry on her mind right now. She was so attached to him, so hopelessly attached. People tried to say that it was some sort of syndrome that she was so enamored with her captive. That wasn't it at all. She knew herself, and she knew that this was the result of her and her feelings, plain and simple. Her love for him was genuine.
*- -She moved one of her hands to stroke his face. Perhaps it was a little more brazen than she normally was, but she just had to touch him, to let her fingers rest on his flesh. She bit down on her trembling lip and held his gaze. His eyes were so soft, so dark. She wished she could read his emotions. not knowing what he was feeling made her feel so lost. She didn't know whether he felt for her too, or did he view her simply as an object that belonged to him to do as he pleased with? The idea of it made her want to sob some more, but the tears finally seemed to be drying up and she didn't want to start crying all over again. She watched him, keeping contact with her eyes as her hand moved over his body. The fact that he was totally naked now hardly registered. She had seen him naked more times than she could count, every day, nearly every night. Not lately, though. His naked form was something she was used to, and really rather enjoyed. People always expected her to be so miserable here with him, but really she was quite happy as a clam.
*- -The words had easily been the hardest thing she had ever had to say to anyone. The L word was so hard. It rolled out past her tongue before she had really had the opportunity to think about it. Blurted out all at once because it was too hard to say it slow and then be rejected. She didn't know what she would do it he outright rejected her, said that he didn't love her nor would he ever love her. It would break her heart to look at him everyday and know that he would never love her no matter how badly she wanted him. That would break her, leave her completely crushed and hurt. She felt as if her whole life depended on his reaction to her confession, and she almost wished she hadn't said it. It was too late now though. She had said it, so she would have to wait. It was so hard to wait for his words. It was killing her, but she kept her gaze on his, hands both resting on his naked chest.
*- -Her lower lip trembled as he tore his gaze away from her and spoke. Her heart sank. He didn't love her. Her heart felt as if it was breaking all over again, swelling and bursting in her chest and leaving her utterly empty. She felt tears prickle at her eyes and did nothing to stop them, simply allowed her eyes to fill with liquid and spill over. Why wouldn't he look at her? It hurt so badly. She doubted being shot would hurt this badly. It was a sort of inner pain, worse than any physical hurt she had ever felt. She averted her gaze from his, watching her teardrops drip onto the hard floor. God, why was this so hard to hear? She had spilled her emotions, laid it all out for him and...he didn't love her. When she finally spoke, her voice was small. "...but I meant what I said. I said it, you aren't imagining things." It was so hard to stay with the tears thickening her voice. She just wanted to cry, sit down and really sob. When he said that he was going to go to sleep for the rest of the day, she merely gave a tearful nod. God, why was this so hard? She swallowed the lump in her throught and peered at him through watery eyes, waiting for him to give her some indication of what he wanted her to do.
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Post by APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS on Oct 18, 2009 20:49:03 GMT -5
'...but I meant what I said. I said it, you aren't imagining things.'
He'd been shifting his weight, getting ready to pull himself to his feet, but then he went still when her words registered. Apollo locked his eyes on hers again, trying to comprehend everything. She loved him? But it didn't make sense. He'd never done anything for her to earn he affection, much less her love! Had he imagined her declaration of love AND the words that followed...?
No. The look in her eyes told him otherwise. Those tears were genuine. And though they were unhappy, they were not there because she hated being around him or hated being his slave. They were there because...
What was it she was crying over? The fact that she was in love with scum like himself? Or the fact that she thought he didn't love her back? He didn't care. Through all the gloom he saw a glimmer of hope. She loved him, for whatever reason...she loved him!
He let his impuls take over, one strong hand taking a hold of her jaw, as gently as he could manage, and he pulled her into a kiss. His own eyes stung, as if tears were threatening to gather and spill over. He didn't care. He loved Sephora, and that meant that if she saw him cry...that was fine with him. He wouldn't lose any pride over it. The tension and pain in his chest eased, though he was still half unbelieving of what was happening.
She loved him! It was as if he had to convince himself, as if it weren't real, as if he'd somehow misunderstood. It didn't matter. It would sink in. Right now all he wanted to do was kiss her, hold her. He tasted salty tears on her lips, and he nearly broke away to laugh. But he kept their lip locked together, kissing her gently, with passion.
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Post by SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE on Oct 19, 2009 1:17:41 GMT -5
*- -She always assumed that people were being overdramatic when they said that a broken heart was the worst pain possible. But now, when it felt as if her heart was breaking inside of her, she understood what they meant. Nothing else could possibly hurt like this. A dull, horrendous burning sensation. Nothing like the hot, light butterflies of fresh love. She was oh so confused, oh so hurt. She hadn't thought her feelings for her master woulf flourish like this. She had never felt affection like it for anyone, and now of all the people, it would be Apollo? He frightened her sometimes with his temper. When he was angry or yelled at her, or seemed to get some kind of sick joy simply from watching her squirm or cry when he had hurt her. She remembered the day a few weeks previously quite clearly- he was angry because she had wandered out into the hall in her shorts. His yelling had of course, made her cry. She didn't understand how she could love him so through all of it, but she did. her love for him was strong, even though she didn't have any idea where it had come from.
*- -She kept her eyes firmly on the ground, refusing to look up at him. Oh she hated to cry in front ot him. it made her feel silly and weak, and she didn't want him to think of her like that. She wasn't stupid or silly or the kind of girl that normally cried over everything. She wished that she had retained more of her strength when she had been brought into slavery, but it had been the most frightening experience she had ever encountered. She was afraid of Apollo's wrath, afraid to disappoint him. She didn't like to cry. She didn't even know why his words made her cry so often. She blamed it on the intense love that she felt for the man. That must be why she seemed to burst into tears everytime he so much as raised his voice at her. She wished she could keep track of herself, keep from letting it get to her. Sometimes she wondered if he even meant it when he yelled. Biting down on a quivering lip, she looked up at his eyes, her own still filled with liquid as they had been on and off for the last weeks.
*- -It surprised the hell out of her when he seemed to move towards her, catch her jaw with his hand. her damp eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him, unsure of what to expect. She had been expecting a reprimand. She had convinced herself that her feelings were unreturned in those few short seconds. She figured that if he had loved her, he would have told her so immediately. She had flushed, embarassed that she had admitted her feelings and then had them left unreturned- but before she could even sit and process the whole thing in her mind, he drew her in, pressing his lips to hers. Saying it shocked her would be a huge understatement. It was the one thing she wasn't expecting, but after a split second she melted into the kiss. It felt so right, and for the first time, things were just as she wanted them to be. Just perfect. She was happy with her life, happy with Apollo. Things would be okay now, of that much she was finally sure. That was really all she wanted-- for things to be okay. She didn't think it was too much to ask.
*- -It was the perfect moment. Like the pieces of the puzzle finally fit, and she felt whole again. Not like somebody had ripped out her heart and kicked it across the floor. It felt so wonderful. She had absolutely nothing to be miserable about. The dark cloud had dissolved, leaving blue skies. Tentatively, her hands left his chest to slide up, locking around his neck. She just wanted to feel close to him. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he was still completely naked. It didn't matter to her, anyway. She had seen his nakedness more times than she could possibly count. His wounds seemed to have slipped her mind as well. She would clean him up more later, perhaps stitch the wounds if it was called for. Right now, she was caught up in the moment. Like fireworks were going off behind her eyes, she felt so close to him. She never wanted him to detach his lips from hers. She wanted nothing more than to feel his warmth next to her forever. She didn't feel the need for words-- they were unimportant. There was plenty of time for them later. Right now, she only wanted to feel.
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Post by APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS on Oct 19, 2009 13:02:55 GMT -5
For a moment if felt as if she wasn't going to respond to his kiss, and Apollo went the little tendrils of doubt make their way back to his heart, but then she melted into him and he relaxed. She loved him, and he loved her. It seemed almost too good to be true. For years, particularly after his falling out with Aaliyah, Apollo had started to believe that he'd been cursed. There was no other explanation for all of the misfortunes he'd encountered in his immortal life. By Fae standards he hadn't been around for long, but in the eyes of a morta, he was already older than any human should or could be.
He tilted his head a fraction and deepened the kiss, his hand moving over her jaw, her neck, and into the dark mass of her hair. Apollo found her to be one of the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered, if not the most beautiful, loving every one of her features. Her dark hair was one of his favourites. Not only did he love the feel of the silky mass against his fingers, but it was uncommon for one of the Argentum court to have dark hair. This made her special. Ronja of course also had dark hair, but in comparison to his Sephora, she was a candle and Sephora was the sun.
Apollo nearly wanted to week at the cornyness of that thought. But in stead he lost himself in the kiss. His fingers tightened in her hair a little, and the tenderness he felt turned into passion, or rather mixed with his lust for her. Lust and love. A good combination in his opinion. Not that he would ever give anyone that answer, even if they dared ask. Apollo liked to keep a lot of things about himself and his life private. His relationship with Sephora was no exception.
Suddenly he was fully aware of his nakedness, along with the urge to have Sephora just as bare, lying beneath him. Apollo pushed himself forward, and slowly tipped her onto her back on the floor, never once breaking the kiss. Once he'd helped her lie down, he held himself above her, keeping his weight on his arms rather than on her, though he wanted nothing more than to feel her body pressed to his. One of his knees pressed between her legs, and only then did he break the kiss, trailing his lips and teeth along her jawline before lingering on her neck.
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Post by SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE on Oct 19, 2009 23:06:59 GMT -5
*- -Sephora's heart seemed to have been healed all at once. It had gone from being broken, completely and totally shattered to being whole again, and stronger than it had been before. It felt full, just the way it had before it had been broken. She was tempted to ask what had happened with Ronja, but decided not to push her luck and bring up that...wench. She disliked the other, but that was no secret. She despised the other woman, and had she been asked, she would have happily told anybody how much she disliked the witch. She kept her mouth shut, though. She didn't want Apollo or anybody else angry at her for spewing her true feelings about that woman. She felt as if Ronja had totally destroyed her life, gave her no real reason to live. She didn't have Apollo, so she didn't have anything. Ronja had ruined it for her. For that, she would always despise the woman. Now though, she had Apollo. Although he hadn't said the words, she knew that he loved her. Otherwise he wouldn't be kissing her right now, sharing that affection with her. She was confident that he returned her affection now.
*- -Her lips were busy with his, parting to allow him more access to her mouth. His lips felt so right on hers, hot and ready and it excited her, causing her to push closer to him. As close as she could be without hurting his wounds. She was very cautious of them, very aware that they were there. She didn't want to hurt him. Her lips were eager, opening and pushing at his. This was the first time he had touched her in weeks, and she was oh so excited. It felt right again, like her world had finally been picked bacl up and set the way it was supposed to. She was eager to have him touch her, to feel him over her. His hands on her body. She waited though, running her fingers through his hair and fastening her hands at the back of his neck. She loved the feeling of his hands in her dark mass of hair, touching her flesh, tugging at her hair. It excited her, making her stomach tingle with anticipation as he touched her, sliding his hands over her form. Everywhere he touched her flesh felt hot.
*- -She was excited, happy for the first time in weeks. She had been so depressed, so weepy. Such a mess. She was just so happy for this. It made her heart totally soar, full at last. It felt more right than she ever would have imagined because finally he was touching her as if he cared about her, loved her just like she loved him. Like she had loved him for weeks, months...since the very first time he had brought her home. She had loved him the whole time, but she was far too afraid to tell him. To reveal her feelings and bare everything she had to him-- she wished she had done it sooner, but perhaps that wouldn't have worked out so well. Maybe it was good that she had waited so long, because right now she was just so very happy. It couldn't have been better. Yes, she was upset for weeks, but now that didn't seem to matter. It was as if he had erased it from he rmemory with that one kiss. Like he had stopped her blood with that kiss and shown her something that she had only ever imagined, and it was perfect.
*- -Sephora's lips never left his, working busily to allow him access and sliding her tongue between his lips when he allowed it. She tensed a bit as he rocked forward, starting to lay her down. Her hands moved down around his back and she allowed him to lay her flat, happily kissing him until his hot lips moved to her jaw and down her neck. She squirmed, anticipation and eagerness hot in her stomach. Her hands moved over his back, rubbing and touching as much as she was looking for any more injuries. If he would allow her, she would clean them and maybe stitch them if he needed it, but she was too busy with the task at hand. She could feel his knee in between her legs, and was acutely aware of the fact that he was totally naked. She could see where this was leading, oh so quickly. She was happy, though. She wanted to make love to him. For once, have it not be just cut and dried sex. She wanted it to be special and slow. Making love. Not having sex. The one thing that she had yet to experience.
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Post by APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS on Oct 19, 2009 23:31:59 GMT -5
They fit so perfectly together, it was hard to believe that he was Atra and she was Argentum. Members of the two courts should not be able to click so well. Yet they did. Everything about them seemed against the norm. Master in love with slave and vice versa, Argentum in love with Atra. The two of them weren't taking the 'normal' route in anything, were they? But it strangely pleased Apollo, after all, he didn't like being --what mortals would call-- mainstream. He'd heard that word once when he'd been amonst mortals, and he'd demanded an explanations. The humans had stared at him, finding him weird while at the same time being afraid of him. He supposed he had a way of emitting a brooding, cruel, tragic, dangers --whatever you wanted to call it-- under tone.
The queen liked him for it, because he was ruthless, quick to think, quick to make decisions to judge situations. But most of all, she liked his capacity for cruelty. Sephora had changed him a little, warmed him a little, but under the right circumstances he could still kill, still be cruel and heartless. But never toward Sephora, he would never allow himself to hurt her.
In the time he'd had her as his slave, Apollo had certainly never hit her --though he was known for being mean enough to hit a woman-- but he'd certainly battered her with words. He'd been mean, and bossy. Just what one would expect of a slave master. Apollo didn't particuarly think that he'd been wrong, for he hadn't had the feelings for Sephora then that he did now. But he still wondered how it was that she'd fallen in love with him, having gone through all that.
He let troublesome thoughts drain from his mind, bringing his entire focus on her, and what they were doing. Her dress was lovely, but it was in the way. Apollo raised his lips from her neck, and watched her with dark eyes --filled with an equal mix of love and lust-- as she reached for her bodice, unlacing the ties of her dress. When the garment was loose enough, he raised up enough to tug it up and over her head. The dress was tossed aside and forgotten. Strong hands moved over her rib cage, moving up to cup her breasts. He leaned in to place a kiss on her lips, then let his mouth trail along her collarbone, down between her breasts as his hands went from them, taking hold of her hips. He moved his knee higher, then paused. His mouth went still, he then raised his head looked at her, then leaned in. His surprisingly soft lips pressed to the soft skin just beneath her ear, then his voice came out in a whisper,
"Apollo...Lichtar...Melwas"
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Post by SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE on Oct 20, 2009 23:23:45 GMT -5
*- -Sephora was so happy, bathed in a euphoria that made her feel more fantastic than anything else she had ever experienced. It made her flesh tingle, her heart hammer hotly in her chest. Her insides squirmed pleasantly and she found herself arching into him, wanting him closer, further, harder. A slight moan of excitement was already sneaking past her lips when she felt the cold stones of the ground against her back. perhaps she should be uncomfortable, but the idea of laying out on the floor just excited her, making her push even harder for this to happen right now. The excitement and anticipation of his touch was almost too much. She tilted her head back, hair falling all over behind her. It was long and thick, tended to get in the way when it fell in front of her face. She shoved it back from her face hastily, hands exploring Apollo's body eagerly. They moved over his back, his strongly muscles shoulders and finally down his chest and his stomach. She just wanted to touch him, feel the way his muscles rippled and moved, flexed and softened beneath her hands. He was so muscular, even just watching his body move brought her small thrills. *- -Apollo had never ever hit her, and perhaps that was part of the reason why she had found it easier to love him. If he had been violent with her, it probably would have been very very hard for him to love her. No, he had hurt her with his words many times, but he had never hit her. It was a line that she was thankful he had not crossed, because she thought that it would have broken her down completely. Made her less than even a slave, and she didn't think that she would be able to handle it. His words were something that, although he had used them to hurt her many times, they still got to her. Insults didn't roll off her back. They dug in deep, probed their barbs into her heart and hurt her. She cried every time he started to yell, mostly because she just loved him so much. She had loved him for as long as she could remember. When he said things, they always got to her. She always remembered them, forever. Now though, they didn't matter to her at all. The harsh words, the times he had made her cry were in the back of her mind. *- -Sephora lifted her hips when he started to push her dress up, wiggling so that it came off over her head easier. Once she was out of it, she felt oh so very naked. Of course, he had seen her naked many, many times, but that didn't stop her from feeling so very exposed. She didn't find it uncomfortable, though. It made her feel vulnerable, but she trusted him with her vulnerability. After all, she had been his slave, and there was no way you can get more vulnerable than that. She had been at his mercy. He could have beat her, could have made her do horrible things. But he didn't. Well, not really. Sure, he had her do tasks that were repetitive and a huge pain in the ass, but that was it. Bring up bucket after bucket of water and heat it to perfection so that he could have a bath. Scrubbing the floor-- they were tasks he frequently made her perform and tasks that she really didn't mind that much. Not a big deal. Easy. Repetitive. *- -Every touch of his ellicited tingles, hot little buzzes running down her arms. She arched her back, pressed into his touch. She placed her lips everywhere she could reach, striving to find anywhere to touch him while her breath quickened and her heart pounded heavily in her chest. She swore he must be able to hear it, it was so loud in her own ears. The sound of blood rushing through her veins nearly drowned out all other sounds. His hands moved up to cup her breasts and a low mmm sound came from her lips, tipping her head back and arching her hips into him already. It felt wonderful, his hands ton her flesh, touching and exploring and moving. She was excited, charged up. It felt like electricity running over her body, and she hungered for his touch, wanted him to keep touching her. She squirmed under him, but not in discomfort. Her knee moved slightly, rubbing against him where his leg was in betweeb hers. She was all excited, ready for him. She wanted him to hurry up and make love for her, push into her and show her a whole new world of pleasure. And then his lips moved and her heart stopped. She couldn't believe that he had just said what she thought he said, she she froze completely, locking her eyes on his. Had he just said what she thought he said? Was he imagining things? It was like the whole world had slowed down and nothing mattered but her and him. Her heart had ceased to beat, and she wasn't sure what exactly to do with this new, amazing thing he had said. words, 881 status, complete tagged, flyy <3 notes,
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Post by APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS on Oct 22, 2009 23:25:05 GMT -5
He watched for a reaction, waited for a respons. She went completey still and locked her eyes to his, but no words left her mouth. Perhaps he'd shocked her speechless? It appeared to be so. Apollo simply held her gaze, his chest rising and falling above her with every quick breath. One of his hands left her hips to reach up and push some of that lushious hair of hers behind one ear, his fingers brushing along the soft skin of her cheek and jawline as he did so. Once the hair was tucked away, his hand returned to her skin, and he brushed a thumb along her jaw, as if he were trying to memorize the shape of her face.
His lips were parted, and his expression changed to one very close to tenderness. He loved her, with all of his heart. Apollo had never believed it to be possible. And though love had never been described to him, and he'd never listened as others told stories of love --whether they were stories of tragedy or with a happy ending-- there was nothing else that this feeling could be. She hadn't placed a spell on him, therefore this feeling of devotion, protectiveness, and intense adoration for this being...had to be love.
She still hadn't said a word. Though he'd waited mere moments, it had felt like entire minutes. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss before raising his head again. Apollo wanted to hear something form her, or to be given a gesture. His stomach was taunt with his desire for her, and his blood pulsed hotly through his veins. His skin felt as if it were strainging for her, and his lips and fingers wished to be everywhere on her body all at once...
But he made himself wait. What did his beloved Sephora think of his gift to her? He had with one action given her both her freedom along with himself. He was hers to comand if she so wished it. The fact that he'd done something that by fae standards would be considered utterly foolish was yet more proof that his feelings for her were truly love....for how else could he trust her to the extent that she wold not abuse him once he gave her the power to do so?
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Post by SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE on Oct 25, 2009 2:57:48 GMT -5
*- -Sephora's heart felt so...full. Engorged with love, warm and like it was about to burst. She had never thought that he would return her love, especially after the incedent with Ronja. Honestly, she had just assumed that he had decided he liked Ronja and that was going to be it. It had been the hardest thing ever for her to say those words for him, tell him truthfully that she loved him. She had been so afraid of him being angry, or of getting slapped away. It consumed her. But now, that fear had disappeared. Now she felt full and warm and special, and like she actually mattered to somebody. t had been a very long time since she had felt like this. Like anybody gave a flying fuck about her. She had been important when she was a lady of the court, and since then she had just been a slave, unaware of whether she meant anything to him at all. Had he cared about her then? What had she been to him? She didn't even care anymore. This moment is the only one that mattered, now and the rest of her life. the past was the past.
*- -His words had literally taken her breath away. She had no words to describe what he had just given her. It was freedom, but more than that it was a huge symbol of his love for her. He had given her the most amazing gift that he possibly could and it made her heart constrict and then leap. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to hold him, love him. Shower him with kisses, with love, and let him know that had she had anything to give to him but herself, she would have given it over. He already knew her name, already owned her in every sense. her heart and her body and anything else she had to give, for she possessed nothing else. Her eyes pricked with tears and she paused in her movements to look at him, lower lip trembling with emotion. How could one person possibly mean so much to her? How could she have gone from being terrified of him to being so full of warmth and affection? He consumed her, her whole life revolved around him and how she longed for him, how she needed him so badly.
*- -Her eyes were on him and her mouth open slightly with words she didn't have. She didn't have anything to say, didn't know how to put this wonderous emotion into words. It felt like a bunch of different things rolled into one and she didn't know how to express it at all. Words couldn't possibly be enough. "Apollo Lichtar Melwas." She repeated quietly, and she was sure that her eyes were teary now, simply with the weight of this gift, the weight of the emotion that had swelled to fill her chest. Wrapping her arms securely around his neck she arched against the stone floor to touch him, rubbing her nose affectionately against his. "I love you." The three words didn't seem like nearly enough for what he had given her. She wanted to give him so much more, everything that she had. The words didn't do the feeling justice. Her eyes sparkled with tears of emotion and she hungered for his touch. She couldn't bring her voice above a whisper. It was as if this moment was delicate, and if she raised her voice any more it would shatter, and she couldn't bring herself to shatter something so beautiful.
*- -The idea that she was no longer really his inferior (although she would perpetually be subservient and obedient, it was now simply engrained in her) made her a little more brazen. She cupped his face in her hands as she lay back against the stone floor, gently brushing her thumb over his lips. She wanted to feel his hot flesh against her, but right now she was consumed with emotion and the thought of sex, of touching him, hell, even the thought that they were both naked, was in the back of her mind. A persistent buzz that she would get back to. Her bright eyes locked with his and she tried to read the emotion with him. 'i love you' was all she could seem to say in response to the gift that he had given her, for it was simply above words. It meant more to her than anything, and her heart swelled with love and joy at the mere idea of it. Her eyes glistened and she held his gaze, hoping that her eyes would tell him what her lips couldn't. She arched, pressing her body against him in an offering. No, it could no longer be called sex, because it was more than that. She wanted him to make love to her, and show her all the things she'd been missing out on.
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Post by APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS on Oct 26, 2009 0:57:45 GMT -5
He got a response from her, and Apollo relaxed a little, although he hadn't been aware that he'd tensed up. Her first words were his name, repeated back at him. The knight closed his eyes for a moment, loving the sound of his full name slipping from her lips. A human could never understand this. Hearing another fae speak his full name in a whisper like that, it was one of the most intimate things...His eyelids lifted and he was looking at her again. He instantly noted the unshed tears in this big bright eyes of hers, and he wanted to kiss them away. But they were tears of joy, so he let them be, let them sparkle with her happiness.
'I love you'
The three words left her lips once more, and though he wanted to say it back, Apollo couldn't trust his voice at the moment. His body ached for her, but the feeling was nothing compared to the feeling of his heart beating for her, straining toward her. It felt as if his heart was stubbornly set on bursting from his chest and into hers, wishing nothing more than to meld into her heart and become one.
It hurt, but it was a good sort of hurt, undenyably different from the heartache he'd felt when he'd walked through the door to his rooms not too long ago.
The feel of her nose touching his had filled him with another burst of happiness, rather than embarassment, like some would have thought him to feel. He watched her, his feelings bare in his eyes. Their eyes locked again, and he saw in her gaze almost the exact mirror of what he hoped would show in his own eyes. Apollo could have laughed for joy, but he kept quiet, the closeness of their bodies keeping him mute for the time being. He'd given a slight shiver when her finger moved over his lips, and it had taken quite some effort to keep from gently sucking that finger into his mouth.
He adored her, loved her, and wanted nothing more in that moment than to show her, with his skin...his touch. Her body arched up and he felt the softness of her stomach and the swell of her breasts press to him. Apollo could wait no longer. His lips captured her's in a kiss, and he reached down to tear off the last bit of clothing between them. He tossed the ruined panties aside in the same moment he slipped his tongue over her lips, demanding entrance.
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