The Outlook

[fr33ks33k]

She didn't quite expect him to say that; then again, she couldn't predict most of anything he said. She felt a little floaty headed, much like one would feel after spinning in circles over and over again like a child. And then, when his lips met her skin, a surge ran through her body, from the top of her spine to the bottom; she visibly trembled, tilting her head to accommodate his actions. Her fingertips crushed the fabric of the duvet into the palm of her hand, and she bit her bottom lip to suppress any sort of noise to ruin the moment. A soft sigh fell from her the moment that voided the contact of his lips.

As his kiss found her mouth she pressed into him, taking an equal position with him: on her knees, their bodies paralleled; her heart was pounding, her body trembling from his embrace. It had been a while... too long... for such a level of passion to swell within her. She drug her fingertips slowly down his chest only to gradually run her palm, pressed firmly but not dominantly, back up to where pectoral met collar bone. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in the moment.


(PROBABLY because I started it? *giggle*)

(Quite possibly...*chuckle*)

*He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the rise and fall of her breasts rubbing the fabric of her bra against him. His eyes were open. He didn't want to miss a sigh, a breath, a moan. He broke the fiery kiss only to trace down her jaw with a warm breath, his fingers sliding to the clasp of her bra, deftly disengaging the hooks of it, moving up and over her shoulders, scooping the straps with them as they tugged just far enough to let them drop from their perch. Now only the pressure of their bodies kept it in place.

He let his hands roam over the expanse of her back, playing along her spine and down onto the round lushness of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the pert flesh like a man possessed. Meanwhile his lips had found her neck again, teeth grazing only to allow soft wet kisses to permeate the sting with soothing waves. Every so often his tongue would dart out to trace the outline of her jaw, working up to her earlobe, tracing the very outer edges of it with feather soft flicks.*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

(Quite possibly...*chuckle*)

*He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the rise and fall of her breasts rubbing the fabric of her bra against him. His eyes were open. He didn't want to miss a sigh, a breath, a moan. He broke the fiery kiss only to trace down her jaw with a warm breath, his fingers sliding to the clasp of her bra, deftly disengaging the hooks of it, moving up and over her shoulders, scooping the straps with them as they tugged just far enough to let them drop from their perch. Now only the pressure of their bodies kept it in place.

He let his hands roam over the expanse of her back, playing along her spine and down onto the round lushness of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the pert flesh like a man possessed. Meanwhile his lips had found her neck again, teeth grazing only to allow soft wet kisses to permeate the sting with soothing waves. Every so often his tongue would dart out to trace the outline of her jaw, working up to her earlobe, tracing the very outer edges of it with feather soft flicks.*

Her eyes half parted as his kiss broke, her breathing now less controlled. Her body responded to his advances: goose bumps formed when his fingers trailed down her back; she did not fight nor flail as he grasped her backside; she surrendered to him. A soft moan escaped as teeth grazed the flesh of her neck: fear subsided, self-consciousness faded, a dormant part of her awakened. She reached around his back and pulled her fingertips firmly down his shoulder blades, nails grazing slightly into the firm muscle. Assertiveness seemed so far away, though: what she would give to demand, to feed the hunger raging within her. Every extra touch and kiss and sensation only furthered her yearning: she wanted him in every way. Now. Here. She wanted him to take her.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He could feel her melting beneath his ministrations, and he kept them going, hungrily kissing and licking at her neck and chest. He moved his body slightly, letting her lacy bra fall to the bed between them. Her bared breasts heaved with her erratic breathing, and it took only a moment for his hands to find their new target. Rolling and kneaded her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, squeezing and pulling at them just to hear the sounds she made.

His lips mashed against hers again, kissing in a fierce and feral way, fingers relinquishing their teasing grasp on her chest to return to her bottom. He pulled her close to him, feeling the bulge of his hardness grind into her thigh. Her ass molded to his grip as he kept her close, tongue twirling with hers as their mouths continued their fervent embrace.

One small nudge with his body was all it took to tip them over, the springs of the mattress bouncing them a bit as his weight settled atop her. His hands moved to support himself somewhat, while still giving her the feeling of his hips gyrating downward against her thigh, feeling the heat of her sex near his crotch.*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*He could feel her melting beneath his ministrations, and he kept them going, hungrily kissing and licking at her neck and chest. He moved his body slightly, letting her lacy bra fall to the bed between them. Her bared breasts heaved with her erratic breathing, and it took only a moment for his hands to find their new target. Rolling and kneaded her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, squeezing and pulling at them just to hear the sounds she made.

His lips mashed against hers again, kissing in a fierce and feral way, fingers relinquishing their teasing grasp on her chest to return to her bottom. He pulled her close to him, feeling the bulge of his hardness grind into her thigh. Her ass molded to his grip as he kept her close, tongue twirling with hers as their mouths continued their fervent embrace.

One small nudge with his body was all it took to tip them over, the springs of the mattress bouncing them a bit as his weight settled atop her. His hands moved to support himself somewhat, while still giving her the feeling of his hips gyrating downward against her thigh, feeling the heat of her sex near his crotch.*

A sudden new sensation: she gasped as he took hold of her nipples, tweaking and pulling them. She turned her face away shyly as small, suppressed moans escaped. Being exposed made her a little shy, though, once his lips forcibly took hers she fell back out of her normal tentativeness.

Her nails dug into his skin where her hands had remained as the fierceness of the kiss took her control away. A dull throbbing ache presented itself beneath her last article of clothing, and his body reacting to their intimacy was only deepening the ache. Oh yes, she could feel it, especially so when he pressed her against him, and, despite their current activity, she was very conscious of it.

As he pressed into her a bit harder she fell against the bed, one leg slightly curled under the other; her small curls splayed in the area that spanned an imagined halo. Their intense kiss ended shortly thereafter and she was left to gaze up at him; she'd never admit it, but she loved the feeling: a man atop, his arousal apparent, grinding against her. She could see the lust in his eyes, feel it radiating from him as she was sure it was radiating from her. She squirmed a little beneath him, enough to break her curled leg free of her other leg. She reached to touch his chest again, more of a security reason, a gentle reminder that, yes, she was still very much just as shy as she had been; she was able to surprises it in intervals but she wound up right back where she began. Her cheeks blushed red as her chest rose and fell: she attempted to slow her breathing.

 

[fr33ks33k]

A sudden new sensation: she gasped as he took hold of her nipples, tweaking and pulling them. She turned her face away shyly as small, suppressed moans escaped. Being exposed made her a little shy, though, once his lips forcibly took hers she fell back out of her normal tentativeness.

Her nails dug into his skin where her hands had remained as the fierceness of the kiss took her control away. A dull throbbing ache presented itself beneath her last article of clothing, and his body reacting to their intimacy was only deepening the ache. Oh yes, she could feel it, especially so when he pressed her against him, and, despite their current activity, she was very conscious of it.

As he pressed into her a bit harder she fell against the bed, one leg slightly curled under the other; her small curls splayed in the area that spanned an imagined halo. Their intense kiss ended shortly thereafter and she was left to gaze up at him; she'd never admit it, but she loved the feeling: a man atop, his arousal apparent, grinding against her. She could see the lust in his eyes, feel it radiating from him as she was sure it was radiating from her. She squirmed a little beneath him, enough to break her curled leg free of her other leg. She reached to touch his chest again, more of a security reason, a gentle reminder that, yes, she was still very much just as shy as she had been; she was able to surprises it in intervals but she wound up right back where she began. Her cheeks blushed red as her chest rose and fell: she attempted to slow her breathing.

*He came back to himself as he saw the ruddy glow take her cheeks again. She was breathing hard, and his eyes were drawn to her budded nipples, poking up prominently at each inhale. The blush ran right down to the tops of her breasts, a pleasant redness; he smiled down at her, a moment of gentility seeping into the fervent passion he'd felt.*

You know, when you blush like that, you make me want to do even more exploring...just to see how far it goes...

*He held himself with one hand while the other trailed along her side, to her thigh, walking a path downward as far as he could reach before moving up again, tracing the hem of her panties lightly.

With a wicked smile he slid down her body, kissing and nipping at her flesh at random, working his way toward her stomach, circling her navel with his tongue before dragging the underside of it across the edge of her underwear, teasing at her skin while leaving the fabric undisturbed. He looked up the landscape of her body to see if the blush had managed to deepen further*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*He came back to himself as he saw the ruddy glow take her cheeks again. She was breathing hard, and his eyes were drawn to her budded nipples, poking up prominently at each inhale. The blush ran right down to the tops of her breasts, a pleasant redness; he smiled down at her, a moment of gentility seeping into the fervent passion he'd felt.*

You know, when you blush like that, you make me want to do even more exploring...just to see how far it goes...

*He held himself with one hand while the other trailed along her side, to her thigh, walking a path downward as far as he could reach before moving up again, tracing the hem of her panties lightly.

With a wicked smile he slid down her body, kissing and nipping at her flesh at random, working his way toward her stomach, circling her navel with his tongue before dragging the underside of it across the edge of her underwear, teasing at her skin while leaving the fabric undisturbed. He looked up the landscape of her body to see if the blush had managed to deepen further*

A smile took her face as he smiled down at her and remained even after his comment. She giggled. What was he up to now?

His touch against her skin made her tremble; Her eyes closed halfway again, and she shivered visibly once his fingertips traced the hem of her panties. The sensation also made her squirm: she tightly pressed her thighs together and crossed ankle over ankle; little feather-like feelings residually ghosted over where his touch had been.

As his smile turned to wickedness she braced herself: his body moving downwards on hers. She closed her eyes the rest of the way, arching her back slightly as his erratic kissing and nipping fell lower and lower down her abdomen. She sighed softly, pleasurably; it felt as though her entire body had heated up: her blush far extended her face, neck, and chest, it now rested on her upper and lower arms and nearly halfway down her stomach. Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at the ceiling, biting her bottom lip; she squirmed again, shyly, as if trying to will away all the nagging ache beneath the thin, lacy cloth of her underwear.

 

[Apollion]

Wandering around the Outlook, he smiles at the lady of obscurity.

Oooh, hello.

 

[fr33ks33k]

A smile took her face as he smiled down at her and remained even after his comment. She giggled. What was he up to now?

His touch against her skin made her tremble; Her eyes closed halfway again, and she shivered visibly once his fingertips traced the hem of her panties. The sensation also made her squirm: she tightly pressed her thighs together and crossed ankle over ankle; little feather-like feelings residually ghosted over where his touch had been.

As his smile turned to wickedness she braced herself: his body moving downwards on hers. She closed her eyes the rest of the way, arching her back slightly as his erratic kissing and nipping fell lower and lower down her abdomen. She sighed softly, pleasurably; it felt as though her entire body had heated up: her blush far extended her face, neck, and chest, it now rested on her upper and lower arms and nearly halfway down her stomach. Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at the ceiling, biting her bottom lip; she squirmed again, shyly, as if trying to will away all the nagging ache beneath the thin, lacy cloth of her underwear.

*The blush had certainly spread all over...he enjoyed and relished that fact. Knowing that he had caused it, that he was continuing to cause it. His warm breath blew across her mound, clinging damply to her sex. He could see the pooling of her hidden desire starting to soak through the fabric.*

Well, Kay, it looks like you've made it necessary to remove these...but only if you're ok with that. I would love to continue exploring...

*His eyes were expectant, even as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. They waited there, poised to pull them down along the silken lengths of her thighs*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*The blush had certainly spread all over...he enjoyed and relished that fact. Knowing that he had caused it, that he was continuing to cause it. His warm breath blew across her mound, clinging damply to her sex. He could see the pooling of her hidden desire starting to soak through the fabric.*

Well, Kay, it looks like you've made it necessary to remove these...but only if you're ok with that. I would love to continue exploring...

*His eyes were expectant, even as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. They waited there, poised to pull them down along the silken lengths of her thighs*

She squirmed and swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding; she really wanted to do this, but... was she... ready? Her legs were still clasped together, her body wanted him, it was evident; she'd go so much as to say her heart wanted him as well. She hadn't done this in a while... years, even, what if she was awful? She bit her bottom lip and forced herself up with her elbows, propping herself up so that she could look down at him.

"I'm shy." she said. It was a bit of an understatement, and also very obvious, but it was all she could think of to say. She sat up the rest of the way and proceeded to cross her arms over her chest to cover herself; her eyes fluttered away, towards the lamp on the bedside table. She bit her lip and remained cross armed, holding her bosom up; she was very still: the only thing breaking her statuesque figure was her slowing breaths. She felt dumb: why deny herself, deny him? She began chewing on her lip softly, her head turned, and bowed slightly.

 

[dragonrazor]

*flings sporks*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*flings sporks*

*snags him by the ear and drags him back to the Inn*

Dammit Raven... leave them to be playin' would ya?

 

[dragonrazor]

*snags him by the ear and drags him back to the Inn*

Dammit Raven... leave them to be playin' would ya?

*gets dragged away*

 

[fr33ks33k]

She squirmed and swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding; she really wanted to do this, but... was she... ready? Her legs were still clasped together, her body wanted him, it was evident; she'd go so much as to say her heart wanted him as well. She hadn't done this in a while... years, even, what if she was awful? She bit her bottom lip and forced herself up with her elbows, propping herself up so that she could look down at him.

"I'm shy." she said. It was a bit of an understatement, and also very obvious, but it was all she could think of to say. She sat up the rest of the way and proceeded to cross her arms over her chest to cover herself; her eyes fluttered away, towards the lamp on the bedside table. She bit her lip and remained cross armed, holding her bosom up; she was very still: the only thing breaking her statuesque figure was her slowing breaths. She felt dumb: why deny herself, deny him? She began chewing on her lip softly, her head turned, and bowed slightly.

*As she sat up, he rose too, smiling softly at her as she got her breathing under control. He cradled her face in one broad hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb*

I know, Kay. It's ok. You have nothing to worry about, nothing to feel ashamed of. I can tell your body is aching for the things I've done, and things I've only hinted at. It's only your timid mind that keeps you restrained. So tell me Kay, what's making you afraid to let go? I'm sure there must be a way to put your mind at ease.

*His free hand caressed her shoulder, gentle touches to reassure her that everything that was happening was all natural, normal. The desire that had been burning unchecked in him was tempered by her timidity; he felt the need to just hold her while the urge to ravage her boiled beneath the surface*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*As she sat up, he rose too, smiling softly at her as she got her breathing under control. He cradled her face in one broad hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb*

I know, Kay. It's ok. You have nothing to worry about, nothing to feel ashamed of. I can tell your body is aching for the things I've done, and things I've only hinted at. It's only your timid mind that keeps you restrained. So tell me Kay, what's making you afraid to let go? I'm sure there must be a way to put your mind at ease.

*His free hand caressed her shoulder, gentle touches to reassure her that everything that was happening was all natural, normal. The desire that had been burning unchecked in him was tempered by her timidity; he felt the need to just hold her while the urge to ravage her boiled beneath the surface*

"I'm scared..." she admitted almost inaudibly. "Not of you, of course," She added hastily; her eyes met his as he stroked her cheek. She smiled a little and shrugged.

As she listened to him she felt herself begin to blush again. She had been brain washed by so many people in her life, telling her the opposite of what he had said. She knew he was right, she felt the same way, but... She reached up to touch the hand that was stroking her cheek. She knew damn well what was making her afraid of letting go, why she was so timid in general. She lowered her gaze, staring at his abdomen absently. She wondered if it was a rhetorical question, if she had to answer. Yes, well, it had to be, really: he said 'I'm sure there must be a way to put your mind at ease.' She forced a smile on her face, little tears welled up in her eyes but she blinked them back. Her hand on his hand slid down his arm and inattentively ran up and down it in a nervous sort of way.

"I've been... hurt before..." she said quietly, that forced smile still remaining on her face. "Terribly so..."

Emotionally. Physically. Her hurt far surpassed a simple cry, a bucket of chocolate ice cream. Her hurt far surpassed scars, visible and otherwise. She couldn't bring herself to opening up the rest of the way. Her voice had fallen quiet. Thoughts swirled in her mind: they were so close to her lips, she could taste them. Her smile began to fade as she felt herself become so small, not visibly so, of course, but she felt so insignificant all of a sudden, self-conscious of it. She could cry: ruin the moment even further, but she didn't want to do that to him. Her wall was up, it had been the entire time: he almost had it shattered, and here she was rebuilding it. A range of emotions played over her face, she finally looked up at him and a small smile crept over her face.

"Life dealt me rather ugly cards," she said finally. "Things from my past are typically what keep me from just... letting go." She nodded slightly, satisfied that she could at least say that.

"I suppose I'll always be this way; no professional has had a cure for me that has worked yet," she said quietly with a giggle. "So... please don't let me, stuck in my ways, mess this up."

She leaned toward him and kissed his lips softly, in a very tender, loving way; her hand sat gently at the base of his neck as she kissed him. As she broke the kiss she looked him over, secretly hoping she hadn't damaged the mood that they had passionately established.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"I'm scared..." she admitted almost inaudibly. "Not of you, of course," She added hastily; her eyes met his as he stroked her cheek. She smiled a little and shrugged.

As she listened to him she felt herself begin to blush again. She had been brain washed by so many people in her life, telling her the opposite of what he had said. She knew he was right, she felt the same way, but... She reached up to touch the hand that was stroking her cheek. She knew damn well what was making her afraid of letting go, why she was so timid in general. She lowered her gaze, staring at his abdomen absently. She wondered if it was a rhetorical question, if she had to answer. Yes, well, it had to be, really: he said 'I'm sure there must be a way to put your mind at ease.' She forced a smile on her face, little tears welled up in her eyes but she blinked them back. Her hand on his hand slid down his arm and inattentively ran up and down it in a nervous sort of way.

"I've been... hurt before..." she said quietly, that forced smile still remaining on her face. "Terribly so..."

Emotionally. Physically. Her hurt far surpassed a simple cry, a bucket of chocolate ice cream. Her hurt far surpassed scars, visible and otherwise. She couldn't bring herself to opening up the rest of the way. Her voice had fallen quiet. Thoughts swirled in her mind: they were so close to her lips, she could taste them. Her smile began to fade as she felt herself become so small, not visibly so, of course, but she felt so insignificant all of a sudden, self-conscious of it. She could cry: ruin the moment even further, but she didn't want to do that to him. Her wall was up, it had been the entire time: he almost had it shattered, and here she was rebuilding it. A range of emotions played over her face, she finally looked up at him and a small smile crept over her face.

"Life dealt me rather ugly cards," she said finally. "Things from my past are typically what keep me from just... letting go." She nodded slightly, satisfied that she could at least say that.

"I suppose I'll always be this way; no professional has had a cure for me that has worked yet," she said quietly with a giggle. "So... please don't let me, stuck in my ways, mess this up."

She leaned toward him and kissed his lips softly, in a very tender, loving way; her hand sat gently at the base of his neck as she kissed him. As she broke the kiss she looked him over, secretly hoping she hadn't damaged the mood that they had passionately established.

*The look in her eyes was one of seeking approval, or reassurance. He smiled at the gentleness of her kiss, one hand searching for hers while the other stroked idly at her shoulder, tracing the lines of her collarbone and down onto her tricep.*

I understand hurt, Kay. I've been pained before, and it is hard to regain control. Fear can take us by the throat and squeeze, but we have the strength to remove that grip and take fear by that same hold, and show it who is truly in command. You haven't messed up a thing, dear.

*He sealed that statement with another kiss, just as tender, but with the embers of a fire not yet stoked to full potential, lingering in the few moments before lips part again. He found his fingers laced with hers as well as lost in her tresses. His eyes were intent on hers, the crooked corners of his lips stubbornly clinging to mischief. He kissed her again, hand disentangling from her hair and sliding along the midline of her back, resting just above her tailbone.*

 

[Avellan13]

Flying through the sky, I arrive at the pier of the Outlook. I shift into my human form and walk into the Outlook. I find a seat on a couch and sit down at it.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*My wayward footsteps find me strolling along the beach, sand squishing up between my toes, every third step the waves coming in to lap at my feel, washing them clean again. Many thoughts flow through my mind, chasing each other from the forefront of my attention, like playing a game of 'king of the hill' for the pre-eminent position in my mind.

Soon enough, I find myself just outside the Outlook, a little surprised, wondering how I got here so quickly. I find a nice spot to sit and watch the sun go down, letting the peace of the surf's sussurations lull me into relaxation.

 

[Avellan13]

Sensing the presence of another I get up from the couch and head outside. Looking out at the beach, I see Thyri sitting in the sand. I walk towards her and smile.

"Hello Thyri. How are you on this wonderful day?"

I sit down, maintaining a respectable distance from her so as not to make her feel uncomfortable.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I'm well, Avellan. Just meditating on some things to write perhaps, and some recent developments.

 

[Avellan13]

I nod at her response.

Hmm.. Well I hope it goes well for you and you find a happy conclusion to you writing.

I watch the waves as the creep closer then retreat.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I nod at her response.

Hmm.. Well I hope it goes well for you and you find a happy conclusion to you writing.

I watch the waves as the creep closer then retreat.

I've figured out that the words still come, its just the matter of getting time to sit down and devote time to it.

Staring out to sea, wondering idly what lands may rest on the other shore, out of sight. The sun dips lower towards the horizon, burning the clouds to brighter colors.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I've figured out that the words still come, its just the matter of getting time to sit down and devote time to it.

Staring out to sea, wondering idly what lands may rest on the other shore, out of sight. The sun dips lower towards the horizon, burning the clouds to brighter colors.

"Make the time, Milady. Even if it is only 5 or ten minutes."

The petite redhead emerges from the shadows behind and flops down beside the Lady Thyri and Avellan.

"Greetings, Avellan."

 

[Avellan13]

I shrug.

So true.

I get up from my sitting position and walk out carefully walk towards the ocean until the waves are just lapping at my feet.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Make the time, Milady. Even if it is only 5 or ten minutes."

The petite redhead emerges from the shadows behind and flops down beside the Lady Thyri and Avellan.

"Greetings, Avellan."

*The smile that comes to my face at Cait's arrival is only natural, me friend always brightening my day.

Hello Cait. My eyes behold you with great joy! I was pleased with the writing efforts I made this weekend, when I finally sat down and made them, that is.

 

[Avellan13]

Hearing Dark`s voice I look back and smile at her.

Good to see you Dark. How are you?