Haunted Mansion

[Isolde]

Lorna

As his lips pressed to mine, I pulled back a bit. This was not right...was it? We had just met and this wasnt exactly a cheap paperback novel. People didnt just fall into each other's arms within hours of meeting each other in real life. Did they? Because this felt awfully real to me.

As the kiss continued, I found that my thoughts became jumbled and the only thing I could focus on was was his lips against mine. My hands ran up his arms and over his strong back to wrap around his neck as of their own accord. My lips parted under the gentle pressure of his and I pressed myself even closer to him. My hands entwined themselves in his hair and I wished this would never end.

I eventually just gave up fighting the feeling that was washing over me and begin to return his kiss, letting my tongue flick out and run along his lips...hesitant to go farther than that.

 

[Vivid]

Dimitri

His eyes may have been closed, he only knew he saw nothing from them; so lost in the feel of her delicate fingers in his hair and her playful, elusive tongue on his lips, was he. He reached up and undid the band holding his ponytail, allowing her fingers the freedom against his scalp.

A deep "Mmmmm...." came from his throat. It wasn't a growl, more like someone taking a spoonful of rich, silky, dark chocolate creme brulee. The warmth and satiny texture against his lips were similar. The savoring on the tongue before swallowing, wanting it to last, sorry to feel it leave but treasuring the next one, her kisses were just like that. He could feel the sweetness of her in them.

His right hand found her back and he gripped strongly, kneading as it worked it's way downward, encouraging, he hoped, relaxation in her. He was gentle at the curve of her hips, trailing his fingers softly on the overlap between shirt and pants. He exhaled hard in to her mouth, as if someone approaching a precipace and steeling himself to look over. His hand moved to glide over the material of her pants cupping her buttocks. She seems to respond well to the touch and then tenses up as if hesitant to go further. He waits for her, feeling nothing but respect

 

[Isolde]

Lorna

Five years of denying myself was put into that kiss but I would be lying if I told myself that that was all there was to it. I had had plenty of opportunities to become close with men and had also had no problem turning those opportunities away. There was definately something about this man that touched my very soul.

His long hair was flowing free now and my fingers raked through his silky mane, the strands soft against my skin. My lips were on fire and my kisses were like those of a woman who was drinking after a long time without water as I let my tongue dart into his mouth to explore and taste. A moan of my own mingled with his sounds of pleasure and drifted through the room.

I could feel his hands on my back, gently kneading them and pressing me ever so lightly against him and I yeilded to the wonderful feel of him. I tensed slightly when his hands traveled down to cup my ass. It was then that I realized what I was getting myself into. Should I let situation follow it's natural course or should I break away? The decision must be made now.

I reluctantly broke off our kiss to hide my head in his neck, my flushed and hot cheeks laying against his shoulder. Before anything else happened, I had to set my mind at ease.

"Damitri, I...,"I began and then pushed on in a rush of words,"I havent been close to anyone...since..." Damn! I was making a mess of this but I had to let him know just how fragile and vunerable I felt at that moment. "My husband died five years ago," I said to him in a soft voice,"I have never been close to any man before or since him...." There! I said it and now I just hoped it wouldnt put him off. I didnt want to visualize what loss I would feel if he took his arms from around me.

 

[Vivid]

Dimitri

He listened to her admission feeling her growing heat against his neck and the tremble of her body within his arms.

The releif he felt mingled with a strong desire to protect the tender heart she laid bare to him. There was concern as well. This shouldn't be rushed. He could only imagine the torrent of feelings, wants, and desires rolling underneath those calm chameleons.

He held her tighter, only then realizing he held the camcorder in his left hand. She had long since slipped her hand from the strap. He switched it off and set it down softly on the table.

"Then tonight, Lorna, we shall *be* together. Kissing, touching, just *being* together. We'll not rush. You're beautiful, intelligent, and I'm glad to be with you tonight," he said reassuringly. He smiled broadly, a hint of mischeif in his eyes. He held her back along the shoulders and bent to take her knees, lifting her off the ground. The move was sudden and he wouldn't have heard any noise of surprise she may have made.

He carried her to the firm bed and set her gently on the comforter, her head rested upon a pillow. She seemed more at ease now, even smiling. He took her face within his hands and kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands were not hesitant to trace her torso, smoothing the sides of her blouse down to the hips. He played his fingers over her delicate stomach. His fingers found the little spaces between her buttons and slipped inside to graze the soft skin underneath, moving from one gap to the next slowly but heatedly upwards.

Dimitri rested his hand on her midrift, letting the heat connect them and his kissed around the perimeter of her mouth. His kisses found their way to her chin and nose. Her cheeks, eyes and forehead were given attention by his lips. She had a natural beauty which did not need makeup, he was glad.

The trail was slow as he kissed her sensitive neck, toucjing his tongue to her ear, on purpose this time. His mouth encircled the lobe flicking against the fine gold loops embedded there. He painted tingles, drawing them from her own ticklish skin.

He felt the breath rise and fall in her stomach. It moved quickly now. So did his, he realized. It felt hot against her neck and ear.

His hands were deliberate and slow tracing upwards to the "V" of her blouse. They moved carefully through the valley between her parted breasts. He fumbled for the first button and paused in unfastening it. Passion would be later, now must be a conscious slowness. His eyes sought hers, asking before undoing the small plastic fastener.

 

[BadForm]

Tatunka: Family Ties

It didn't really surprise Tat to discover that Mercy had no belief in ghosts. Again, that frequently went along with anyone who would desecrate a religious icon as she and her photographer had the angel: If there are no ghosts, then no spirits, so no afterlife and no need to worry about any form of blasphemy. It was one step towards making the whole of religion seem the Opium it had been descriebd as.

"I can help you find who the woman in the portrait was," he said. "Wait here."

With that he left the room and returned to his. Thinking this had been a strange offer of an advertising contract originally, he had brought his laptop to do some work. Now he could use it for something perhaps more important. Picking his laptop and modem cord up, he returned quickly to Mercy's room where he deposited it on the table and began to boot up.

He ran the modem cord over to the phone socket in the wall, unplugging the phone with a comment of "An classical house with all the modern conveniences." Who knew, maybe it would come in useful one day as an advertising slogan.

When he returned to the table his laptop was initiating its dial. Once on the internet he typed pulled up a web page called "The Family Tree Plotter" and entered his username and password. The screen blanked, and popped up a form requesting a name, place, date and approximate time of birth, and social security number.

"This," he said, turning his attention back to Mercy, "is one of the best family tree plotters in the world. Depending on the amount of information you can and are willing to provide, it can sometimes plot a family tree back centuries. It can show births, deaths, marriages, even careers and photographs and portrait pictures sometimes. Of course some searches are more successful than others, but if you want to find out who that woman in the mirror was, see if you recognize her in your family tree."

Tat chuckled at the look of surprise on Mercy and Dino's faces. "Let's just say that history is a hobby of mine. And yes, this is an extremely expensive and rapid service. That is why I use it."

 

[Isolde]

Lorna

I smiled at his gentle words and a blush stole across my cheeks at his compliments. I had heard them before but none of them had the ring of truth that his did. I felt instantly more at ease. I had read my share of romantic novels and I had scoffed when they described the woman 'melting' into the man's arms but right at that moment I felt like that was what was happening.

As his arm came down to scoop my legs up and carry me to the bed I simply clung to him, my arms had never left his neck and my hands still held his silken tresses in my hands.

I lay against the pillows for a moment just looking up at his strong, handsome features and I could not help but let a smile come to my face. The smile did not last long as his lips claimed my own and his tongue entered to spar with mine. I moaned into his mouth as my arms tightened around his neck and I returned his gentle kisses with ones filled with passion and need.

His fingers and hands found and caressed all of my bare skin they could and my flesh was soon on fire and responding to his slightest touch. I was breathing in short, shallow breaths as his lips left a trail of kisses over my face and leading to my ear. His breath on my neck was arousing and I found myself wanting to feel more of him.

Slipping my hands underneath his shirt, I let my palms run over and caress his bare skin as I caressed his head with my cheek. My hands ran over his taunt stomach and muscled chest and back. My fingertips lightly caressing his sides as my own body responded to every touch of his lips and hands.

When his eyes caught mine, I was sure that he could see every bit of passion and need that was boiling inside of me. Silently I nodded to his unasked question and bit my lip as he began to undo my blouse. I could feel the cool air caressing my heated skin and the combination of cool and hot caused me to take in my breath sharply. He paused for a moment at the sound but I smiled to assure him that all was well and that, indeed, I did not want him to stop.

 

[Vivid]

Dimitri

Steady Greska. Slow and steady wins the race. Easy now.

It was the same mantra he used doing an important shoot without a tripod. He was known to have the surist, steadying grip with nary a shake in the film using that mantra. Then why could he barely keep from trembling and losing grip on the buttons? Why were these small things so difficult to manipulate? Was it the tingling on his lips, remembering hers? Was it the soft caress of her hands underneath his shirt?

Dimitri exhaled and felt the tremor in his breath. It was passion. Controlled, reigned in, a tethered horse, a falcon held tight in it's handlers grip, beating it's wings to fly, smelling the air, tasting it, tasting freedom, wanting the caress of the open sky.

Finishing the last button Dimitri spread the material and was hit with the rushing inferno from her skin. Her beige bra glistened in the nightstands light but such a small thing could not hold her warmth in. He covered her bareness with his hands to cup it all in, moving to capture the escaping heat. He knew there was no way and quickly shed his polo shirt. He shook his hair free of the garment and laid to partially cover her. The heat flowed upwards, captured and absorbed by his bare chest.

They were face to face and he used fingertips to trace her ribs, taking care not to tickle. Her bra clasped in the front. Another small, plastic thing. He sighed. This one had to be folded and the ends slid from one another.

He kissed her again. He would never grow tired of the feel of her lips. Their movement varied. Sometimes rhythmic, either in fast, empassioned thrusts, or slow savory circles. Sometimes they were frenzied, placing kisses in the general area of his mouth and lips, not caring if they missed.

His right hand traced the straps of the bra. He slipped fingtips underneath to brush the outside curve of her breast as if testing a fence for the surest point of entry. He couldn't tell if the moans were hers or his or mingled somewhere in between but he pinched the strap material nestled in her cleavage and pinched it askew. His fingers moved the two ends to opposite sides and the binding came undone.

He held it for a moment, his fingers the only thing keeping the article covering her chest. He tasted her lips again and let the ends go. The material hung limply against her still covering the quivering flesh - a combination of soft, skin and the hard, taughtness that adorned it.

He moved his kisses to her cheek, left her free to indulge in whatever noises she was inspired to, Dimitri moved his hand underneath a half covering. He felt the trembles in his muscles build again.

Slow and steady...

Very slow...

He cupped the softness and warmth. It shaped to his hand. He quietly... Easy and slow... kissed a line down her neck, past her collar. Lower still. Slow and careful...

Lower.

 

[Isolde]

Lorna

I could feel the slight trembling of his hands as he undid the buttons of my blouse and my body responded to the movements with small tremors of their own. I wanted to feel the heat of his hands on my flesh.

Finally the last button was undone and he spread the blouse open. The cool air rushed in to caresses my skin and I shivered at the sensation, my shivers increasing as his hands found my warm flesh and begin to run over it. His touch was like electricity to my skin and I could not help responding to his gentleness.

Than he shed his own shirt and my hands were now free to work their way over his chest and shoulders, feeling his heat radiate into the palms of my hands before he leaned close enough to feel his skin against mine. My hands once again found their way up and around his neck as my mouth sought and found his lips and then moved to leave a trail of kisses along his mouth, cheeks and neck. The movements of my lips increased as I felt his fingertips caress and explore my exposed body, leaving a tingling sensation in my skin whereever he touched.

Then I felt his finger slide along the inside of my lacy bra and caress the sensitive skin that the material cupped there and I broke off my kisses with a quick intake of breath. Burying my head into his neck, my arms tightened around his neck as I let the sharp jolts of electricity flow through me with the touch.

The next thing she knew, he had undone her bra and was sliding a hand in to cup the smooth, soft skin causing her nipple to harden almost to an ache. Between his kisses that traveled over her cheek and then down her neck and his hand caressing the sensitive flesh under her bra half, she was sent into a spin of emotions. Some were old and familair but many were new and exciting.

Her hands moved back over his bare shoulders to again entwine themselves in his soft hair as he kissed down her front. As he neared her heaving breasts, she could feel them both becoming more erect and the moans that had been coming from her increased as she fought to keep her back from arching and pushing herself towards the wonderful feeling of his lips. He had said that they were going to take it slow and gentle and she truly wanted to do just that but her body felt like it was on fire and she had to control herself to keep it at that pace.

 

[Neale]

Pete Yarrow

A very pale and shaken Peter replies to his wife, "Darling, when I remarked about these evil books, and their ownership, you said you didn't care... You weren't the only person answering! I heard a voice, a voice I just know wasn't human normal, and she said they were hers!"

"Honey, maybe we should go on that Hawaii trip after all... Like now?"

 

[Mistress]

Mercy

OOC: Dino is still off getting drinks


Mercy slightly smiled,"You can find out about my past family by this?" She gestured at the laptop,"How? What do you need to know?"

 

[Isolde]

Morgana

OOC: Morgana, I have emailed the others but you dont have and email addy so I need to know if you are still with us as I am going to throw some more hauntings at everyone soon and need to know who to post for.

 

[BadForm]

Tatunka: Computer Magik

Tat smiled at the question. It was a truly remarkable website, linked to some incredible software. He was still grateful to the client who had given him access to the site, years ago.

Tat pointed to the form on screen again. "Fill this in and click submit. The birth information: your name, town, date and time of birth, lets it key into the various international registries of births. From there it can pull information on your mother and father's names. This it can use to cross reference with registries of marriages to find addresses. The name and baptism information allows it to reference baptism records. The social security number allows it to key into yet more information about both you and your family. Then, recursively, it can step backwards through the generations and repeat the process. Frankly I don't even know what registries they use to obtain some of their information, but there is a wealth of information out there which the freedom of information act has made available to anyone with the right questions to ask and information to provide.

"It begins by drawing up a basic family tree: yourself, siblings, mother father and so on. It starts with text showing basic information that's easiest to obtain: basically births deaths and marriages. That way it can begin to show you things as it is still searching for more. Then it sends searches off to fill in more information, including photographic data stored in various places. Obviously the more information it gets on any person, the more in-depth its searches can be and the more in-depth its searches can be, the more information it can get on that person's ancestors. So it tends to start to fail after a couple of centuries, though some better recorded families have been traced back several centuries."

He looked at Mercy. "So, fill it in, and let's see if it can come up with a picture of the woman you saw."

 

[Dea Artia]

Sadira Bowen

After the initial shock, Sadira continued her way down the stairs, being careful and hanging on to the banister. She looked over her shoulder a couple of times, expecting someone to be there, but no one ever was. She opened the front door and steped outside just as Mercy and Dino emerged from their room.

The quiet air camled Sadira's nerves and she was able to think straight for the first time since she arrived at the house. She knew something was going on, more than what the butler was telling everyone. Who was the little girl she saw? Garrett had never mentioned a small child. Maybe that was something Molly had wanted to talk to her about. Molly! Sadira had almost forgot her meeting with her. Turning around, Sadira headed back towards the house when a movement to her left caught her eye.

 

[Vivid]

Dimitri

Her hands gripped tufts of hair almost reflexively. He liked the pulling sensation. It spoke of anxiousness and desire, of passion and need. He kept his lips slow, his tongue steady.

He moved the loose fabric cup away with his chin, brushed her soft skin with the edges of his goatee. His face was close but not touching and he just exhaled slowly onto her. He put passion into the hot breath that surrounded her breast. He engulfed the hard nipple in formless warmth. He felt her fingers in his hair grip her approval.

He covered the delicate mound with the entirety of his mouth; his lips barely dimpled the flesh. It was an almost torturous lightness. He suckled lightly drawing the skin taut and gathering her into his mouth.

His lips tightened and the pliable breast slid slowly from his mouth until only the nipple remained. He grazed it with his teeth several times, softly nibbling. He encircled it with his tongue trying to capture it. He released so the the cool night air rushed at it then he bent again to save it with his shielding lips and caressing tongue. He planted kisses on the sesitive sides and base as well paying homage to all of it. He stretched his neck to do the same to the other side.

When both were meticulously catered to he covered them with the halves of her blouse to shield from the cold. Dimitri moved the fabric to kiss her bare stomach near the borders of her pants. He caressed her legs strongly with his hands moving up the thighs and smoothing the pockets.

It was warm down here too. The heat, and his knowledge of what made the heat caused a slight whimper to escape his throat as he kissed. His hands traced her midrift moving to the clasp of her pants. Another small, plastic fastener.

 

[Mistress]

Mercy

Raised her eyebrows, “Well, that was a bit of a ear full.” She smiled softly and turned to look at the screen again. Wiggling in her seat to make herself more comfortable, she paid no attention to the fact that the skirt of her thin dress rose up on her bare thighs. Showing more of her pale smooth skin to the man, she bent forward and began to type....


NAME: Mercy L. Sage
DOB: January 4, 1979
DOB LOC: Fort Knox Ireland Army Hospital, Fort Knox Ky.
TIME: 8:42 PM EASTERN

After typing she clicked the submit button and then leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. She ran a hand up and down her bare thigh, lost in thought while waiting for the information. Watching as the screen began to load, she glanced over at Tat, “Thank you, I'm not sure what you did but thank you. I was frightened beyond my wits until you came in."

 

[BadForm]

Tatunka

Tatunka sat and watched Mercy as she gazed in awe at the information constantly refreshing on screen. Within seconds it had basic information about her, her parents, grandparents and siblings of each. At the same time, links to photos had appeared next to her and her mother - probably passport photographs, he reflected. It was always interesting to watch someone's reaction to this. It was similar to his own and brought back memories. Now the program was tracign back slightly over 100 years, and starting to update more and more information as it went...

OOC: I'm leaving your family history to you, Mercy - and whether you want to find the woman from the mirror in your history... That's in your characters control, not mine.

 

[Isolde]

Lorna

Every move he made, every slight contact with my skin caused me to inhale sharply and shiver as tingles of electricity coursed through my body. For the first time in a very long time I felt alive as I writhed under his gentle touch.

The pleasure he was giving me with his mouth and hands overwhelmed me and I closed my eyes, focusing simply on the sensations that were flowing through me. My nipples were hard and aching and I emitted a moan as he took his mouth from them. Another moan begin as I felt his lips along the waist band of my pants and I could feel my panties getting wetter as I felt a throb beginning in my mound and my need for him increased almost unbearably.

My hands left his hair to travel along his back now, my fingertips barely grazing his flesh, causing ripples along the muscles as I let my hands explore him. I worked my way around to his sides, caressing and letting our skin touch and respond to each other. I encouraged his exporations with soft words of my own, urging him to explore further and to release me from these torturous desires that had overtaken me.

He came to the clasp of my pants and my hips bucked up as if on their own, uging him to expose and explore what lay beneath. At this point I could not have stopped if I had to. The burning and need I felt at that very moment overrode everything else and I bent to it's will.

 

[Isolde]

A Rose by Any Other Name......(Mercy)

There is a knock on Mercy's door and Garrett appears. "Mr. Dino, there is a call for you on the telephone. I believe the gentleman said that he was Miss Mercy's agent and would like to speak to you about how the job is coming along."

Dino grumbles and sets the drinks he had poured on the table where Tat and Mercy were working on the laptop and heads out the door. Garrett gives the two remaining members in the room a small bow and exits himself.

When he leaves, Mercy looks back to the screen which is busy pulling up information on her family. All is going well and it soon is showing members that she never knew existed when one name jumps out at her as if someone were drawing her eyes to it. The name was Taylor. It was the last name of someone on the tree but she did not have enough time to see what the first name was before the screen went black and only the name TAYLOR growing to fill the screen and blinking off and on as if someone were screaming the name to her without being able to utter a word.

The name stops flashing and begins to turn to a pink and then crismon color, the color seems to run off of the letters and drip down the screen to puddle upon the keys and spill off of the table. Both Mercy and Tat see what is happening and, seconds before the computer turns off, the face that was seen in the mirror is flashed quickly on the screen with the word "help" formin on her lips before it all turns blank and no signs of the incident are apparent anymore-including the blood that should have been staining the carpet by then.

 

[Isolde]

A Call....Peter and Samantha Yarrow

A knock on your door signals someone outside of it and Garrett appears at your bidding to come in. He does a small bow and says to Samantha,"Madam, I have a gentleman on our library extension that claims to be the director of Mr. Yarrow's show. He wishes to speak to you about an upcoming show that you are supposed to be doing. You may take the call in the library or do you need me to tell the gentleman that you are not available?"

 

[Isolde]

Who's There......Sadira

As you look to your left, you see a shape that is definately not the maid but it is hard to see it fully as it is in the shadows. Suddenly one of the shadows breaks off comes into your sight. It is a very handsome man with light brown hair and twinkling hazel eyes. His face is square and rugged and his clothes speak of another time and place. He smiles at you warmly and you feel the same warmth surrounding you that you had in the room.

He beckons you with one hand to follow him and then turns to walk down the passage he has appeared from. His back quickly disappearing from your view and you have to half way run to catch up. You get close to him but there seems to be a force that keeps you from approaching him totally or touching him at all.

Just when you think the long passage will not end, it does and the figure ahead of you disappears. It was simply as if he was there and then was not in the next instance. At the same instant that you note his disappearance, you feel as if you are covered in a blanket and it is drawn tight around you. Your breath seems to be cut off and you find you cant move except to sink to the ground gasping for breath. Whatever has a hold on you seems to tighten further and you are sure you are going to black out for the lack of oxygen when suddenly it is realeased from you and you find yourself freed from all constraints and, looking up, you will find you are facing a door that seems as if it has not been opened in many years. It will come open upon your efforts and you will find yourself let out through a secret entrance to the gardens outside. When you get outside you will see that the entrance to the door is blocked by hedges that you can push aside and go through to find you are in the garden paths in the twilight of the evening.

 

[Imoen]

Samantha Yarrow

Samantha looses a light-hearted laugh, glancing to Peter as she makes her way to answer the knock at the door. "Oh darling, It was just your imagination I'm sure! Who's wouldn't be running wild in a place such as this?"

Her brow furrows slightly and she sighs loudly in frustration. "No, No Garrett. I will take the call, thank you."

"I'll be right back, sweets." She calls over her shoulder to the still pale-faced Peter. "It's more than likely Devin, I shouldn't be more than a few moments."

She skirts her way around Garrett and makes her way with all due haste to the now empty library. Her gaze lights on the phone receiver lying on its side on the desk. Snatching it up she lifts it to her ear, "Samantha Yarrow speaking... Hello?" ..... "Hello?".. She pulls the receiver away glancing at it strangely, nothing but dead air. "Hello?..." She taps the cradle once, twice.. and yet a third time. Nothing. Not even a dial tone. It seems the phone is competely dead. How very odd.

She lowers the receiver back to its resting place and proceeds to go in search of Garrett. Surely there's been some mistake, she must have misunderstood the area the phone call was in, but.. she could have sworn he said the library. She shrugged the thought away with a grin, "Oh well. Mistake will happen, others will be blamed."

 

[Isolde]

Not Wanted.....Peter Yarrow

Samantha had just been gone a few seconds when Peter Yarrow became aware of a vice-like grip around his arms. The grip tightened and held him in place and then the, now familiar, female voice sounded right next to his ear. His hair even seemed to stir with a caressing breath against his neck and ear.

"LEAVE,"It said to him, the voice full of hate and ice. Peter found himself pulled off of the floor and slung against the wall which he hit face first with an oof and then slide to the ground. While he was down, he felt himself pinned once again to the floor and his breath seeming to be crushed from him as a weight was added against his back to push the air from his lungs. The time seemed to streatch as he fought to breath with no success.

As darkness appeared on the edge of his vision, he heard the voice again,"MINE, Mine, Mine, Mine....." the voice fading away and the weight lifting from him as the word was repeated until he was left laying on the floor, gasping for breath and trying to not give into the darkness that still threatened to take him.

 

[Vivid]

Dimitri

Should his mouth be this dry? Should his palms be this balmy with excitement and anticipation? He felt like an awkward school boy getting farther than ever before with someone he didn't just like, he like-liked. That thought made him smile.

It was *a* first. A first time with this intelligent, strong woman. A first time caressing her skin with hands and tongue. A first time for her to be stroking his back so sensually. A first time for them to enjoy each other's company, companionship, and energy. Firsts were always special, always tinted with electric anticipation, the thrill of the unknown.

For instance, despite her soft words, despite her affirmations and encouragements, despite the hungry thrusts of her hips at feeling his body heat mingling with her own, he didn't know if she would enjoy his removing her slacks. He didn't know if she would enjoy the feeling of the soft material sliding down her legs. He wasn't sure how she would feel being exposed to him, letting him explore in tender, guarded, secret places.

That's why his palms were cool and moist; that's why he struggled to swallow. A first. Dimitri unclasped her pants. The zipper was loud even competing with their heavy breaths as he slowly lowered it. Folding the unfastened flaps of her pants to the side, he kissed the soft material of her underwear. He traced the "V" made by the contrasting fabrics. It was comfortable under his lips and cheek. He would imperfectly capture some of the tender skin between his lips but the fabric would slide it back out with a soft snap.

His gentle touches beckoned her into the position to slide her slacks down those shapely legs. Each new inch of bare skin was another treasure uncovered. One to be caressed with kisses. He alternated between legs balancing the pressure: Hard enough not to tickle yet tantilizingly soft soft, building more than satisfying. At her knees he pulled her pants and delicate socks gently from her, placing the pants neatly over the foot board so as not to wrinkle. The socks he dropped by her shoes.

He crawled back up her body on all fours letting his chest caress the tops of her feet, her shins, her knees, and partway up her thighs. He stopped eye-level to the elastic of her briefs. He cupped the junction of her legs in his hands as if to call for someone across a field and he put his mouth to the space he made in his hands. His chest rose as he gathered in air and simply exhaled into his cupped hands. His hot breath filled the cavity and came to rest on her skin. It never hurts to warm the hands and her before beginning. He thought her movements and sounds showed it had a well-recieved effect.

He spread his hands over the sparse material covering her. His strong fingers splayed as they covered her legs. He traced his thumbs along the inside of her thighs reaching farther back as he held her. The thumbs pushed upward and inward, gethering the skin, pinching it tenderly in between. He massaged the flesh together in small circles and could feel her soft folds slide over one another, slipping erotically.

With a resolved breath he bent forward toward the scae between his thumbs and kissed the captured flesh. He chewed with his lips and allowed his tongue short dips over the fabric. He could taste what he thought must be a hint of her juices as his saliva moistened the soft textile.

He was enjoying this 'first' of theirs.

 

[Isolde]

My body was shivering and it had nothing to do with the cool air that caressed my skin for I felt that I was threatening to burn up with the desire that shot through me again and again.

As he unclasped and unzipped my pants, I sucked in my breath sharply and then exhaled just as sharply as I felt his mouth working over my skin and the thin material of my panties. My hands kneaded his back and shoulders as he inched the material from around my hips, buttocks and legs until I could no longer reach him and then they fell to the bed where I grabbed the cover on it in anticipation of what he would do next.

I was not disappointed. Tingles shot through my whole body as I felt his bare chest move up and caress along my legs and thighs and a whimper escaped my throat as his hands came to rest between them. The whimper increased into a small cry as I felt his warm breath move over my already heated and throbbing sex and I could feel yet more liquid slipping out to moisten the material of my panties.

And then he begin to slowly massage along my thighs and mound and the feeling was too much as my legs begin to shiver and feel weak and I gasped to regain my breath. As his lips begin to work over my shivering flesh, I let out another cry. "Oh, god,"I said as my body jerked and my hands clutched tighter at the covers. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes as I tried to force myself to go slow and not start to buck and writh as I wanted to do. The last thing I wanted was to disloge his mouth from where it was. The feeling was just too indescribably delicious to want to stop.



[Edited by Isolde on 04-18-2001 at 05:43 PM]

 

[Neale]

Peter Yarrow

After the presence had stopped its assault on him, Peter just lay there, curled up in a terrified ball. He'd not truly experienced the supernatural since he was a child... all his fame since then was based solely on acting, trickery, and flamboyance... not the real thing, not the real DEAD thing!

Why had this thing only appeared to him when he was alone? Why had it waited until Sam had left? That girl, the one who claimed to speak to ghosts... maybe she could help! Only, he couldn't just come out and ask her, wouldn't help his image at all, to have to go to an amateur for help...

Hmm... what does that THING want with those books? Ghosts don't read, do they?

Peter stood up, changed his underwear and pants, and strode out of the room. He headed toward where the phone, and his lovely wife were.