[Responsibility was Jinx's least favorite word. It beat out polyester on the scale of how much words crushed her soul. If this were any other night, she would probably ask him to whisk them away to his place where they could be loud, in a bed, and keep this going until tomorrow night. But this was the first night her boys were back, and they did not need to wake up to Jinx's screams coming from the living room couch.
With his body laying atop hers, she shivered. His skin felt so nice against hers. She wanted this. It scared the hell out of her, but she wanted it. There was still those lingering fears in the back of her mind that, if she let him have this too soon, he would get bored and wander off. Or all those horrible little thoughts about how this actually meant something. Random, emotionally detached sex was so much easier. This would be something she wanted to remember. He was someone she cared about. A whole lot. More than she cared about most people she had known for years, and how long had it been since she met this one? Things were moving so fast. Too fast. Too many damn feelings involved. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
The sorceress kissed him back, then removed her claws from his shoulder as his face came against her neck. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pet his hair, exhaling shakily. There was a lot of shaking going on. If sex wasn't what they were trying to avoid, she would take that ice cold shower with him. The candles died down to their usual, non-magical state of being. Then that purr in her throat was replaced by a little growl of frustration.]
I want this to be perfect. [Which was an extremely romanticized, "Damn it, this is not happening tonight."] Fucking fuck fuck! [She growled out that most eloquent sentence between gritted teeth.]
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Date: 2011-02-25 08:24 am (UTC)With his body laying atop hers, she shivered. His skin felt so nice against hers. She wanted this. It scared the hell out of her, but she wanted it. There was still those lingering fears in the back of her mind that, if she let him have this too soon, he would get bored and wander off. Or all those horrible little thoughts about how this actually meant something. Random, emotionally detached sex was so much easier. This would be something she wanted to remember. He was someone she cared about. A whole lot. More than she cared about most people she had known for years, and how long had it been since she met this one? Things were moving so fast. Too fast. Too many damn feelings involved. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
The sorceress kissed him back, then removed her claws from his shoulder as his face came against her neck. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pet his hair, exhaling shakily. There was a lot of shaking going on. If sex wasn't what they were trying to avoid, she would take that ice cold shower with him. The candles died down to their usual, non-magical state of being. Then that purr in her throat was replaced by a little growl of frustration.]
I want this to be perfect. [Which was an extremely romanticized, "Damn it, this is not happening tonight."] Fucking fuck fuck! [She growled out that most eloquent sentence between gritted teeth.]