Best Intentions

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POSTED ON May 1, 2021 12:59:55 GMT

His heartbeat continues to race even now as they hold each other bodies intertwined, simple fabrics serve as the sole barrier between the two. If there were moments he could have last for eternities at a time, surely this would be a top contender. Her palm rests on his already warm cheeks and he can't help but note how much her touch feels like fire, burning away whatever doubts lay buried in his mind. It's funny in a way, he's always admonished greed. What he wants he wants for all. Basic necessities and freedoms every person on this planet was entitled to,

but this was different,

He covets her on this moonless night, and he'd covet her for many more after it. Her timid smiles to her burning embraces. It's the way she radiates energy and brings life into places that have been empty of it for too long. It's the way that even in this deep darkness he feels like the sun is shining on him.

It leaves him with a conundrum.

A conundrum because she wants for the world. To protect others in that warmth he's begun to crave. But is that not why he's so drawn to her in the first place?

So he searches for contentedness that now, in this moment, he's able to have her. The same contentedness found in the grazing of her fingers akin to lightning on his skin etching her prints into him with a feather's touch. Contentedness in the way his arms wrap around her waist and in the way his hands rest on her thighs still paralyzed by the very same touch.

They've shared so much in a time so short.

Dances and dinner.
Thoughts and theses.
A kiss.

She pulls away and instinctively he reaches for the hand that stilled him for so long, he misses it.

"Oh... Is that so?"

There's a confidence there, or something more akin to 'determination' to match what he can't help but see as a challenge. She may have been a flame unto her own right, but to underestimate and stoke the man's fire when he was already so wanting. Where would that lead?

In a single movement that hand she's using to describe weakness is pulled forward by the wrist in a sudden show of strength. Leaving the two inches apart once again. Her chin would find itself tilted upward fixed between his thumb and index finger, there's a careful firmness as to not hurt the woman to whom his affections belonged. He may have been a man of science, no warrior like her, but his pride isn't something to be underestimated.

There's a smile from him unlike any she's seen yet, not quite cold or warm, but powerful in nature, dominant.

"I believe there's more than enough time to reassess my argument."

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POSTED ON May 1, 2021 23:41:29 GMT

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Fingers slip through dark hair, thumb stroking high cheekbones. Her touch is delicate but confident, laying claim to skin. Intensity makes her warm and she is lost in the sensation of the fire burning in her belly that she doesn't notice if she might, perhaps, be too warm for him. But he doesn't pull away and, in fact, only grows closer. It is exhilarating, addicting, and she indulges. She is greedy, she is selfish, she is caught up in desire and a want for more.[break][break]

Breathless, she is acutely aware of his hand on her thigh, of the subtle way his thumb presses into flesh. She is watching him but it's clear her attention is divided. Temptation is a bittersweet taste in her mouth. He challenges her and she rises to it, chest rising and falling with quiet anticipation. Stormy smiles, a crawling, overconfident smirk. It is a taunt, a command for him to dive deeper, to pursue what it is she can see brimming beneath his depth.[break][break]

He is the deep dark and she is the undying light, illuminating every inch of them both. [break][break]

There is no chance for her to reiterate her teasing as he has already captured her again. There is a roughness in the way he handles her chin, his hand tilting her face up to meet his. She is caught, trapped in a manner that she could easily escape and yet she couldn't. Her wrist is caught in his but she doesn't fight it because there is no need. [break][break]

"I'd like that."[break][break]

This time, she is the one to advance on him. Gone is any timidness or restraint as she moves to eliminate the distance between them. The need to consume, to burn, to lose herself in his touch turns into a ravenous hunger, one that could not be sated with what games they played out here. She is warm enough to make skin sensitive, a superhuman power she possessed. Her lips brush his gently at first in an attempt to let him reciprocate, but impatience encourages her to deepen it.[break][break]

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Twenty-Six

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Lavaridge

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Stormy

Hopelessly Falling for the Sun

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Best Intentions

POSTED ON May 2, 2021 19:39:33 GMT

She pushes through him, through her own indecision and doubts finally allowing herself to consume all the darkness has to offer. But the darkness doesn't back down accepting her intensity, her fire, and all else that comes with it. He is hers to use, it's all he wants in the moment, to be coveted just as he covets her. If she truly was the sun then he'd be her moon a place to rest because even the sun cannot shine without rest. He's not arrogant enough to think he can protect her but to help rejuvenate her? To kindle those dazzling flames when her duties to all threaten to smother them. He could take pride in that, and as such was an answer to his conundrum.

He's heard of her warrior spirit and seen glimmers of it, but never has he been subjected to her power, he's beginning to understand her strength. When she gives space for him to reciprocate he wastes no time taking, needing her fire. He takes as much, no even more than he can handle. His skin tingles and burns in a way it's never done before enticing him further, he needs to see this through to the end, not only for the sensation but to show her he can. To show her how much this night has meant to him. He wants it all regardless of what that means.

He's a container specially crafted for her flames and constantly it threatens to spill over, but never does it, growing and shrinking as it needs. He pushes deeper into her and it's here in this moment of need that the scene is overcome by blinding light or pitch blackness dependent entirely on one's perspective.

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"sksksksksks

His room is filled with an assortment of books and tomes, framed posters of bands long since disbanded, and esoteric art that at 18 seemed mature and sophisticated but at 26 feels 'corny' for lack of a better word. Still there are remnants of his current style; a love for knowledge is prevalent pictures of deserts and ruins cover what aforementioned art doesn't. Places he dreamed of going when archeology was at the forefront of his mind and research. And for what it's worth the room has style despite aspects that could easily be picked at.

sksksksksks

He's unconscious as the sunlight begins to peek through the blinds. His arm finds itself wrapped around his partner's body, not unlike the rest of his form curled around her. Even in this phase of unconsciousness, it's apparent he hasn't been this at peace in a long while. He nestles her almost unconsciously only for an odd sound completely out of place causing him to drift once again.

sksksksks

The Kabutops stands at the entrance of the room, the pokemon having managed to fit through the hallway waiting on its morning meal or something of the sort, while its trainer sleeps. He never did recall his team in the aftermath of the evening, did he? Well, certainly an issue to be worked out later.

skskskskks

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POSTED ON May 3, 2021 2:47:00 GMT

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Where his mind is brimming with thought, with possibility, with the first winking flicker of affection deeper than just the brush of their skin, Stormy's mind is blank. Aside from her hunger, her insatiable need to dominate and to feel something, she is avoiding the adoration, the affection, the instinctive craving to be more than just temporary. [break][break]

But temporary was all that she felt she could offer right now, all she had the capacity to give. [break][break]

And yet despite her intent, she fits against his chest like he might be the missing puzzle piece to make her whole. It is easy, comfortable, his arms a warm welcome. Their kisses are clumsy, desperate, longing and she does not pause for breath. Each brush of skin is like fire both in her lungs and across the bareness of skin. It doesn't take them long to disperse from his backyard to make their way deeper. [break][break]

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Stormy sleeps almost like the dead up until the point in which Miles curls closer to her. It encourages a quiet sigh as she buries her cheek deeper into the softness of his pillows. Her body thrums with warmth, rekindled again with his cuddling. She does not recall falling back to sleep, only that the presence at the door to his room is alarming. Eyes watch her until she opens them, and she gasps in shock, jolting suddenly and pulling the covers up with her.[break][break]

"M-Miles?"[break][break]

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POSTED ON May 4, 2021 2:06:19 GMT

It's less the jolt and more the sudden cold that wakes him, though the loss of warmth is more than subpar for the stirring sleeper's mood. At the call of his name alarmed his eyes jolt open body up first falling on the woman who stole all the covers before then darting to whatever it was that alarmed her.

"sksksksksks."

The creature at the door raises its new very sharp arms happy to see its trainer awake, and while under any other circumstance the researcher would have been able to put two and two together, waking up startled, bare and cold, to something very sharp only feet away left the trainer unprepared for such evolution and as such his brain is concerned with this new bladed shellfish pokemon would carving him and more importantly his date up. And that's where this new morning would start. What metaphor the situation made for the budding relationship couldn't be said, but if nothing else it would be entertaining.