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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Feb 2, 2011 14:29:04 GMT -5
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“And I don't know how it gets better than this…you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless…”
Elle’s nimble fingers whispered across the strings of her guitar just as the words escaped her pink painted lips in a murmur. Those same lips were turned up just slightly at one corner and her eyes were watching her boyfriend across the room; he was doing nothing in particular but making her want him just the same.
The blonde girl was currently sitting up against the headboard of Curran’s bed; comfy in one of her many ‘favorite places’, which just so happened to be in the bedroom at his parents house. She had been spending more and more time there since Christmas, even when Curran wasn’t around. The girl was becoming good friends with Dionne and blushing at Mr. Pettelli when ever he looked her right in the eyes, and using their oven to test as many pies as she wanted, which she did often and by the way, the family didn’t mind at all.
There was one in the kitchen downstairs baking at that very moment, and Elle paused in strumming and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and just letting the sweet aroma fill her chest with sparkles and warm tingles.
As if she didn’t already have those feelings anyway…
Being teenagers Curran and Elle couldn’t quite keep their hands off of one another, which, besides the fact it was much nicer than the hotel where she lived, was one of the reasons the young woman preferred spending time there.
Alone…with him, she wasn’t quite certain that she could help what might happen, and she wasn’t exactly sure she was quite ready for that. Elle was a careful girl. She took things in and she took them slow, and it was just now beginning to sink in that her boyfriend was a Loup Garoux. Wow. She was becoming a rebel, wasn’t she?
Anyway, it was safer to be here, doing nothing in particular just as long as they were together, and knowing in the back of their minds that they could be interrupted at any moment; which had happened incidentally, in inconvenient, but perhaps perfectly timed interruptions.
So here they were, doing nothing; Elle with her guitar; her boots flung underneath the bed and her hair straightened because sometimes when they did ‘nothing’ Curran would kiss her a little and his fingers would find their way into the golden strands. She had grown to adore the feel of those fingers in her hair so straightened was easier than trying to manage that with all the wild curls.
The lithe blonde wasn’t dressed girlie today on account it was cold outside, but even in worn jeans and a pink hoodie when he lifted his chocolate eyes to sneak a look at her, Elle felt like a goddess.
-He- was being quiet; kind of lost somewhere in his head while he cleaned his bow and replaced arrows back into their home, and the smiling blonde wondered exactly what was going through his mind.
“And I don't know why but with you I dance…in a storm in my best dress, fearless…” Elle murmured the words she had written in her diary weeks ago, not too long after their first kiss; the night he had shown her his other side and she had been captivated by it.
Being captivated, Elle couldn’t help but spill every secret she’d ever had; including the murder of her mother and father and even a little about before the murders minus the gory or awkward details. Curran had explained the difference between the werewolves her father had blamed on her mother’s murder and what -he- was; something entirely different and much more enthralling.
Elle had heard all about his family too, but she didn’t fail to notice that there was little mention about his sister save she was away, as well as the fleeting waves of sadness she would catch on his face when they passed pictures of her on the wall.
Of their own accord her sapphire eyes drifted to one such picture that was set on the desk across the room, the image displaying a younger version of the smiling siblings. Her expression suddenly pinched in curiosity and she wondered if that might be the reason for his distraction today, so she forced an innocent air and set the guitar on the bed beside her, flipping onto her belly and dangling her legs in the air.
“Curran…I was curious about something.” She began, grinning mischievously. “I know you are a vegetarian when look like this, but wolves are usually carnivorous in the wild. Do you ever get a feral urge to chow down on some teenage girl? Would you tell me if you decided you were gonna’ eat me?” Elle laughed quietly, and lifted her eyebrows in amusement. Of course she didn’t think he would ever do such a thing; well, not literally anyways, but she hoped the tasteless joke would get his attention at least, even if it didn’t automatically make him confess what was going on behind those haunting dark eyes and in that carelessly tousled head. -----------------------------------Lyrics-- FEARLESS |
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Feb 2, 2011 18:19:16 GMT -5
   
The rhythmic motion of the cloth in Currans hand was enough to distract the young man long enough for him to get his thoughts straight. With his ADHD, sometimes he needed the peace working provided to help him get his thoughts to shut up long enough for him to take notice, and cleaning his bow was one of the few things that kept him occupied for a long enough time – especially when Elle was around. That girl drove him crazy, since their first kiss he couldn’t get enough of her, her taste, her touch, her smell... if she was a drug then he needed rehab – not to sound to clichéd about it.
But for once, Curran was beginning to understand the clichés – the very one he had so openly mocked before. Well hell. If she hadn’t got this wild wolf boy tied down. She needed an award, Dionne had been sure that it was never going to happen. His dad had always just winked and gone back to his newspaper – but it was generally true that eventually they all found someone. Though, this said, it wasn’t often they found another outside their own kind – in the past humans had not coped well with the intensity of the relationship, the fast forming bond.
Curran was trying to keep it from her. Not evilly, not purposely, but the last thing he wanted was to scare her off. She had told him everything in the quiet moments spent in his arms she had told him all, and he adored her for it, when he himself struggled so hard to tell her about himself. He was naturally guarded, keeping most things to himself, the intensity of his feelings for her – he was trying to keep himself contained and poised, trying so very hard not to send her running for the hills. Telling her of his true nature had been a test of just that, and she had accepted it, a fact that made his heart lap and his very soul soar amongst the clouds – but he had his own secrets that he had told no one. But every time he looked up at her, he peeked a glance whilst he worked on his bow, he felt it all anew and fresh, and each time it was getting harder not to simply tell her everything.
Curran finished oiling the string and laid the bow in his lap, looking up to meet Elle’s gaze as she watched him from her stomach, her golden hair falling around her face. He loved her curls, but he liked this look too – but he liked her just as much in her comfy hoody and pants as he did the day she had dressed up for Christmas with his family. She was still perfect, still beautiful, and still his. That... that was the most important part. Still, if only she knew how intuitive she was, for indeed it was his sister that was distracting him. She had been missing for a year and a half now... a week or so ago he had visited Prim in new York, following a lead that had fallen flat. Not even a scent of his sister.
He chuckled softly at her words, the sadness in his blue eyes disappearing with her words and he became distracted from his mind, replaced with the spark of affection he held for her. The playfulness that she loved, and often meant they would soon be getting into some form of trouble. “A feral urge to chew teenage girls?”He asked, laying his bow to one side. “You mean like this?”He got up and grinned, closing the space between them in a few quick steps and tickling Elle’s sides, before kissing her on the lips and gently nipping her lower lip. He sat on the bed and pulled her against his chest, seating her between his legs whilst he played with her fingers. If Elles favourite place was against his head board, well that was one of Currans favourite views of her (who wouldn’t like to see their girlfriend on their bed?), but he liked more than anything to share that space with her. “Naaw. Once i did... but i used to eat hamburger meat once i changed back. I kinda got used to the vegetarian thing... though i do feel the need to gnaw on things. I usually find some carrots. Why do you ask?”
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Feb 3, 2011 12:10:18 GMT -5
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It was a joke, of course, but the intensity in Curran’s wicked cobalt eyes when he began to move toward the bed made Elle’s stomach clench in expectation and her mouth parted in a quiet gasp. The blonde’s eyes widened and her hand went to catch the agile fingers at her side, laughing gently at the teasing tickles just before a chaste kiss was stolen from her lips. It was over too quick, in her humble opinion, but the nipping was nice too, so Elle lifted her palm to his face and smiled against his nibbling teeth.
Another giggle escaped the girl when Curran so easily pulled her up to sit between his legs, and she sighed in contentment and leaned back into him; completely happy to be surrounded by his body as well as his affection and warmth. Weaving her pale fingers into his, the willowy blonde tilted her face up to lightly kiss his neck, then closed her eyes and just breathed him in.
It was completely terrifying and altogether thrilling the way just being near the young man made her heart pound like wild horses and her stomach dance to this crazy intense rhythm. The careful girl had been trying so hard no to fall for Curran; scared that something that felt this good and this right would be stolen from her just like everything else ever had been, that she didn’t even realize she was utterly addicted to him until it was too late. If Elle knew Curran’s thoughts about her being his drug, she would have to agree. This boy was a compulsion that Elle couldn’t deny nor did she want to. She wanted to get so high on him. She wanted everything…and then she wanted some more.
“Well, I s’pose I was just thinking if a girl did have to get nommed on by a wolf, she wouldn’t mind it so much if it was one with big blue eyes.”[/b] Elle wriggled against his chest until she found the perfect spot; and it -was- perfect…a flawless balance of hard and soft that the girl believed she could use as a pillow for the rest of her life. She breathed in deeply again and finally opened her eyes to look up into that big blue gaze and found that where as moments before when he’d been distracted they’d been stormy, but the light was beginning to show in them now as the sun came out from behind his cloudy thoughts. She smiled gently and dragged a fingertip lightly up the inside of his arm, doodling hearts and his name in the crook of it. “You’re awfully quiet today dumplin’. I just wanted to make sure everything is okay up there.” Elle lifted the finger to touch his temple where he’d been hiding away, and then let it fall to his chest where another heart was scrawled absently against the place she could feel his heart pounding fiercely. “And here.” Elle absently snaked her tongue across her bottom lip to moisten it, desperate for another hit of her addiction. She stretched up to press her smile against his mouth, letting it linger there for a moment before relaxing against him again. “I just sang to you that I wanted to dance around in a storm in my best dress...which is the white one I always wear and you didn’t even crack a smile or make any naughty comments on how it would look better wet and see through anyway.” The blonde smirked and arched an eyebrow as if such naughty comments would offend her, which…honestly, she never minded one bit. [/size] -----------------------------------
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Feb 4, 2011 11:06:33 GMT -5
Curran breathed deeply, living in the moment as he so often tried to do, letting thoughts of his sister float from his mind. The other night he had received a message on his phone from one the few people he had trusted with the information his sister was missing. Someone had seen her in LA, and he had jumped at the thought. It had been nearly a year since the last time he had actually had any concrete leads... but after leaving Elle with nothing but a fleeting kiss and promise of phone calls, it had turned out to be nothing more than wild goose chase – another person thinking his sister was just another brunette, another Italian.
He was however beginning to wonder if she was doing this to him. If the demon knew how badly he wanted his sister back, and was leaving these false trails to taunt him... it was enough to drive the poor man crazy if he dwelled on such things. It was good then, that he had such an amazing and beautiful distraction anchoring him to sanity pressed against his chest, holding his hand and pressing burning kisses against his throat. But of course, she was much more than just a distraction, so much more than that to him – She was everything he needed when he needed it, and for now at least he needed distracting form these thoughts that plagued his mind, destroying everything reasonable in path like a plague of locusts.
Still, they were soon gone and banished as he filled every other sense with Elle, her very presence making his heart thunder in his chest. Would he ever be able to keep it calm around her? Would he ever be able to stall the creatures pounding against his rib cage and catching his breath in his throat? He didn’t think so, and he hoped not. He closed his eyes as she kissed him, smiling like a daft thing for a long moment afterwards, leaning his head back against the headboard and opening them again only once she started talking.
“Well, that’s not fair. Now i have all these great images of you in that very dress, twirling in the rain. I have to admit... you look pretty amazing....”A slow smile spread across his lips and he trailed off, his heart jumping erratically for a second as he did indeed picture the way the material would cling to her curves – seriously. Why didn’t women do things like that more often? He knew from experience how good Elle looked when she was wet, when she was herself rather than trying to be something she was not with makeup and frilly dresses – not that he didn’t like that too. He loved the dress she had worn at Christmas after all, the taste of the lip-gloss on her lips... but he also loved it when they could just be themselves in comfy clothes and not having to worry about how they looked. Those where the best times.
“I’m fine Elle. Really” he told her after a moment, playing with her fingers still and tracing letters in the palm of her hand, just the way she was doing to him. It may seem soppy, and he only did it very occasionally, but he loved the way her fingers felt on his skin when she did it to him. Love – he was thinking that a lot lately. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Feb 4, 2011 14:23:29 GMT -5
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Elle laughed impishly at Curran’s remark at the mental image, and though the confession caused a pink blush to crawl up her cheeks and brighten the tips of her ears, she couldn’t quite ignore the fact that she really, really liked it that he thought of her like that.
If truth be told, the willowy blonde had always known she wasn’t all that much to look at. Her curves were only slight and her chest needed more padding than Victoria’s Secret could offer and she wasn’t all that coordinated and there was that smell that never left her hair…
But…it was still nice to imagine that those mental pictures caused that far-away look in Curran’s blue eyes, and made that slow, sideways and absolutely rebellious smile grace his face. If the blonde girl was being completely honest with herself, if his thoughts matched that wayward smile, then it was a relief because at least she wasn’t the only one thinking of what was on her mind every time the boy kissed her, or touched her, or, sometimes simply smiled at her.
Elle ducked her head in his chest because she was still unable to look at him right in the face after receiving such compliments; not that she believed them…nor did she believe the declaration that he was ‘fine, really’. But she didn’t press the subject, and she didn’t focus on the fact that he was keeping something from her because right now she was content to just be there; within the bliss of his embrace, and if anyone upstairs was listening to her prayers there would be plenty of time to find out what ‘fine’ really meant.
“Remember that mental image, Curran.” Elle purred, turning in his arms so that she was sideways against his rigid torso and stomach. She nuzzled her cheek against the black sweater at his chest because it felt good, and the way he smelled was making her all dizzy, and she didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. “Put it in a little scrapbook in there and take it out when you have to go away like you did before. So you won’t forget about me.” Her sapphire eyes flew open just after the words had fallen off her lips, surprising herself with such cheekiness.
Elle snorted softly and shook her head, glancing down at the agile fingertips drawing shapes into her palm. She sighed quietly and wished that she could capture this single moment, so that she could put it in a jar with holes in the lid, to watch the glow at night.
The corner of her lip curved up just slightly at the thought, and Elle locked the secret wish away so that it wouldn’t spill out of her mouth along with other confessions that she’d been so tempted to admit to him. God, she was so hopeless. It was way too soon for this kind of intense; she knew that, Curran knew that. Heck, it was probably scaring the hell out of the young man that she couldn’t go a single day without seeing him once, and talking to him on the phone at least twice, even if only to say goodnight, or ask if she would see him tomorrow--which she always knew she would.
She certainly didn’t want to push him away. Especially not right now, because the only thing she wanted more than another kiss was to be even closer to him. Which…made her heart falter in trepidation and her hand to tremble against his even more than it had been.
Elle wasn’t so juvenile that she wasn’t absolutely certain that Curran was -the one-. It comforted her to know it, and it terrified her at the same time; that she could be so certain about something, well, two things…love and the bodily expression of the emotion, when she had sworn she would never believe in it and had always told herself that the act was something she could do without.
Funny; in his arms, Elle felt a little more brave, and she believed that Curran was definitely not something she could do without. “Fine, is fine for now, I s’pose.” With shaking hands she lifted his sketching fingertips to her lips and lifted a guileless doe eyed gaze to his vast cobalt one.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Feb 7, 2011 13:08:16 GMT -5
It was strange that those things that Elle disliked about herself where some of the things that Curran liked the most. In his eyes she was perfect after all, he loved the way she fit against his chest so easily, loved her curves and the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips and the spark in her eyes that had seemed dull when they first met when you compared it the spark that lingered in her sapphire eyes now. As far as her being un-coordinated... well it gave the hopelessly awestruck young man good reason to catch her, did it not?
He arched his brow however when she mentioned putting it in a scrapbook. Well, who would have thought that his shy Elle could be as cheeky as that? It made his face split into a grin that revealed his white teeth. “Well, ” He smirked, clearing his throat, “I think i can do that. I mean, who wouldn’t want to picture you all wet all day every day....” Oh yes, Curran was just as evil as Elle, and could most definitely be a little more cheeky than she was, but he liked the effect it had on her. He liked the way she blushed and curled into his chest as if such things embarrassed her – she was so innocent, and it made him smile. She was just starting to come out of her shell, to open up to him a little more, become more adventurous; but if he knew half of what was running through her mind he was pretty sure any resolve he had would have soon fled him via the closest window. He could barely keep his hands off her as it was, when they were together he liked to be touching her somehow, even if it was only as much as their legs brushing each other, sat by side by side.
Gah.... he really was hopeless wasn’t he?
He continued to play with her fingers and trace lines in her palm, spelling out words and crossing them out, writing what his mind refused to say. When she wasn’t there, he missed her terribly – was it any wonder he could often be found at the diner during her shifts these days, sampling pie? Was it any wonder he insisted she stay over often enough? Of course with her own room less his parents string him up – he hadn’t failed to notice their strategic interruptions. Ah well. They were out now, away on a trip, something about cattle. He hadn’t been paying all that much attention, concentrating more on the fact that he didn’t have to Share Elle with his parents for a couple of days. Ahh.... bliss.
His heart jumped about though when she lifted his darting fingers to her lips however, and he swallowed, smiling. His other hand wrapped around her side, his thumb rubbing her skin softly though her jumper, a relaxing motion rather than anything flirtatious. Yes... he wasn’t hormone driven all of the time. Only... about 99% of it. “You s’pose?”He asked grinning. “Well, i think i can improve on it if you like.” Curran winked slyly and passed his fingers over her lips catching them in her straightened hair and leant close to her face, their noses brushing as Curran looked deep into her eyes. “You see... now i’m already better than fine.”he whispered, his voice low as he kissed her, pulling her lip gently though his teeth.
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Feb 7, 2011 15:59:37 GMT -5
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Elle had no idea what she was doing, really. Her body; or more accurately the butterflies in her lower belly, were telling her to one thing; several things actually, none of which she truly knew how to do. Her head was incessantly reminding her that this was a bad idea; oh…there were so many bad, bad things that could come out of this. But her heart? That wonderfully drumming organ that had Curran’s name etched on it… it was the loudest thing she could hear, and it drowned out all the other noise.
It was telling her; no -singing- to her that this was her chance. It was her chance to open up and feel something good for once because she really did deserve it. It was her chance to fly with the gossamer wings adoration had given her, because really…how often did a girl like her, not all that special despite what her extraordinary boyfriend thought, get a chance to get so high she could touch the very stars she had wished upon.
It was all very mystifying, but Elle supposed that this mystification was probably one of the benefits of being in love for the first time. It certainly did make things exhilarating.
No…no…no…not love. Don’t even think it. Curran was, after all, something special. What if Loup Garoux could read minds? Oh, the singular thought made the wispy blonde blush a darker shade of red as she focused on the taste of the fingertips against her lips and the way his hand gently stroked her side.
Her lips parted just slightly when his soft finger pads murmured against her mouth and then found themselves tangled in her hair. Elle inhaled deeply, her sapphire gaze leaping back and forth in his cerulean one as he drew closer, and she let the exhale out with a low whimper and closed her eyes when he brought his lips over hers in a mouthy embrace.
It was resplendent. It was perfect. It was…making her body louder than even her heart now. Elle reached up to curl her fingers in the longer hair at the back of Curran’s neck, returning the gentle kiss with one more urgent of her own. It made her head whirl and it made her breathless, and she wondered if it was making him feel the same way.
It was always like this, truly. Just like the first time; the first kiss. The one that had made her knees weak and her hands tremble, just like they were doing now.
And since that first time there had been so many of these innocent kisses that led to more ardent ones; and touching, though Curran was a gentle wolf -mostly- and didn’t make it too very hard on her to catch her breath and push him softly away before something happened that she wasn’t prepared for. Of course, there were the times that perhaps she wouldn’t have been able to push him away if it hadn’t been for interruptions from his parents, and this was much like one of those times save for the fact that Mother Pettelli wasn’t going to come in and tell them with a kind, but strict voice that it was time for Elle to go to her own room for the night.
Elle was in such a predicament; but she rather enjoyed it.
Pulling lightly away from the kiss in order to catch her breath, Elle smiled against his lips and twisted so that now she had a leg on each side of hips. It was innocently, really, and it felt…natural, not at all naughty…okay, maybe just a little. “Better than fine is alright I s’pose” Elle leaned in to kiss the side of his mouth before sitting up to finger his neck lightly. “Can we do something to make fine become brilliant? That would be make me even happier.”
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Feb 9, 2011 10:47:52 GMT -5
Time always seemed to move too fast when he was kissing Elle. The seconds ticked away slowly, but the moment shot past like a meteor on a journey past the earth, leaving only a blazing trail in its wake. A similar trail burned on his lips when she pulled away, and Currans eyes open reluctantly. God damn he would kiss this woman all day if she let him – it was one of the things he loved the most about being able to call her his girlfriend, the small fact that he could steal a kiss when he wanted too, a small embrace here or a fleeting touch there.
Currans chest heaved slightly as he caught his breath back, grinning, though raised eyebrows joined the current set of features when she shifted in his embrace and straddled his lap. He swallowed, the movement of his adman’s apple giving away small reflexive movement – gah. Curran was no stranger to the world of relationships, nor indeed to the physical pleasures and advantages of being in one, but Elle could make him feel like he was fourteen years old and kissing his first girlfriend under the bleachers all over again. She made him hot under the collar with a simple look, and it took all of his concentration not to let go. Yes, there where animal instinct entwined into this boys mentality, and keeping them at bay was getting harder and harder – sometimes he truly was thankful his mother walked in.
Curran let his hands climb her thighs, settling at her waist whilst his fingers played with the hem of her sweatshirt absently. “Brilliant?” he asked, once he had managed to get his thoughts straight after she had shifted and caused a whole new wave to heat to roll across his skin. “I think we can do something about that...” he murmured, and leaned into kiss her again. Her lips were like honey and sugar, she tasted of vanilla and it always left the boy breathing raggedly – if she wasn’t careful then her seat in his lap was going to become a little... ah... uncomfortable.
He bit her lip playfully, grinning, looking at her softly through his dark lashes. They shut again though as he kissed again, a little harder than normal, separating his lips softly with his tongue to massage her gently, briefly for but a second. When he drew away, he was breathing heavily, his hands having slipped beneath her jumper and around her waist, warm hands on her soft, pale skin. “How’s that?” he asked, a mischievous smile flicking on his lips. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Feb 9, 2011 13:50:14 GMT -5
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Elle’s gem-blue gaze was caught in Curran’s azure one like a gauzy winged dragonfly trapped in a spider’s web. The delicate little insect didn’t move or fight, but rather remained still and in rapture; fully content to let the larger of the pair consume it whole. Shifting her position with her knees on both sides of his hips and her middle pressed firmly against his; the guileless girl saw a flame light up her boyfriend’s eyes for an instant before they cooled easily to his familiar unflustered radiant one. The mere sight sent an electric bolt straight through her, which settled in her core as a rousing murmur in her belly.
His fingers scorched her skin through the fabric of her jeans as they made a trail up her thighs, and unbidden, Elle wished that she had decided to wear a skirt tonight despite the cold. It was completely out of character for the willow blonde, but then again, she was completely hopeless for this boy. He was warm and safe and she though it scared her something fierce, Elle thought she might like to be consumed by that warmth; surrounded by it, forever, and ever and always.
A shy little smile found its way to her lips when he agreed they could find a way to brighten his mood, and caught off guard when he pulled her in closer for another kiss, Elle couldn’t help but whimper in surprise. It was innocent; this kiss. Curran’s lips explored hers just barely, though enough to make the girl lose her conscience thought as she lifted her hands to his neck and clasped them together just at the nape.
Innocent though the kiss was, the blonde felt her virtue slipping away; just a little piece at a time, the wall of innocence was crumbling and crumbling and crumbling…
Curran stopped kissing her for a brief moment, but it was long enough that Elle mourned the taste of his lips; a little like rich chocolate on the back of her tongue, and she clasped her fingers tighter together at the back of his neck and tugged him towards her, pressing into him more as though her slight weigh could keep the young man from escaping; if that is what he meant to do.
The wolf nibbled on her lips with his blunt teeth and the sensation raised goose bumps on her porcelain skin, and a quiet purring rumbled her throat. His eyes were wicked though guiltless as he gazed at her briefly from under his dark lashes, and the look wholly melted her, for she was a puddle in his lap when he slanted his mouth over hers again for a more deliberate mouthy embrace.
His tongue asked for permission to enter with a soft push against her lips, so Elle granted entrance, parting them slightly, and timidly inviting a dance with her own as the kiss became more fervent.
Curran’s hands found their way underneath her pink hooded sweat shirt, and if he’d been paying attention, he would have felt the slight shudder that the sensation of his fingertips caused when meeting her skin. She gasped when he pulled away, and though the more ardent lippy embrace had been too swift to end, Elle’s chest was already rising and falling in a breathless panting.
“It’s…so…good.” Elle breathlessly whispered the response to his inquiry, and a blush was creeping up her cheeks at the same time as her own hands were now stealing up underneath his shirt and against his balmy stomach and chest. “But I think we can do better…”
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Feb 10, 2011 18:13:55 GMT -5
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Curran had decided. He was pretty sure this woman was trying to kill him. In the sweetest way possibly of course, and if he truly had to die he was quite happy to do so in her embrace, but it did not restrain from the fact that she was driving him wild with her touch and her lips, did not deny the fact that the soft feel of her skin and the strawberry scent of her hair, the sugared vanilla that enticed his mouthy embrace so very easily, so very fervently, so much so that he could almost believe he might die if denied it, was stroking the wolf within his chest into a fervour he had been so desperately trying to conceal. How desperately he wished to take it slow with Elle, how desperately he had wished to ease her into a relationship that would not scare her away – but she was making it so very, very hard.
Her breathy reply to his kiss did nothing to help the poor young man’s situation either, and he was pretty sure he was going to be needing a very cold and very long shower sooner rather than later. Oh, but how Elle surprised him when she insisted they could do even better than this, how she made his eyes widen when her hands lipped beneath his shirt, chilling his heated skin with hands, though warm, were still cooler than his own. The sensation was incredible, indescribable, and it made him tremble with the delight of it. In his chest his heart thrashed around wildly, as if trying to break free from its bony cage and escape into the world – Love perhaps was a word too soon into their relationship, but no other woman could do this to him – no other woman deserved that word more.
Damnit, he was falling in deep, far beneath the crested waves, drowning in these sensations... and truly he did not care. He did not care if he drowned in it, did not care if this did kill him, for he would die a happy man. Though, he would much rather live his life with her, if she would but have him.
Then her lips found the skin of his collarbone and Curran felt his eyes roll back and he let his lids fall down, releasing a breath in a low moan from his barely parted lips, a moan intermingled with the soft, contented growl of his wolf, pacing just beneath his chest and entranced by her roaming fingers. “Elle...”He moaned softly, his hands tracing the line of hips beneath her hooded sweatshirt around her back, pressing her too his chest as his fingers traced over the soft dips and bumps of her spine.
Yep.. pretty sure she was trying to kill him.
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