Fearless ( <3 Curran )

[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle could feel the steady pounding of Curran’s heartbeat beneath her tender porcelain palm and though she did not have a wolf’s enhanced senses, the girl swore she could feel it vibrating through her body and echoing in her ears so loudly she was dizzy and it was very, very hard to breathe.
His balmy skin was salty and sweet; like candy to her spirit, and as if drawn by some magnetism within him, the lithe blonde found she could not part her lips from his neck, nor her yielding body from his steely one. Arching into his chest having been guided there by his gentle, yet firm hands, Elle whispered secrets and kisses in the dip of his collarbone and then up his throat, pausing before she came too close to murmuring them against his velvety earlobe.

For now, those secrets were hers. It was entirely too terrifying to admit what she was feeling, what she was so desperate to believe in. And it was even more terrifying to think of admitting it to the wild, charming young man. What if she gave in; admitted to herself and to him that she believed in love and happiness and fairytale happy endings, and then suppose something was to steal it from her? Or imagine her feelings weren’t reciprocated? It was enough to make her hold back; to keep the secret on her lips and only spoken in soft, sweet kisses. Those kisses told him everything. He need only open his heart to listen.

The scorching fingertips on her hips and back was a sensation she had never felt before, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end; a cold shiver of energy slicing through the young woman and heading straight to her middle. Her kisses left the delicate skin behind his ear and headed for parted lips; as Elle found she was suddenly overwhelmingly thirsty for his mouth.
His lips and tongue against hers was a cool drink from the spring; and something profound begun to bloom inside of her; warm and electrifying; vines of vibrant green and blossoms of pastel colors bursting from their ends and making it even harder to stop her hands from tugging helplessly at the material barrier that was keeping her from being completely wrapped up in his heat. He was the sun and she was the flower just bursting forth from winters snow and covetous for his light and warmth.

Her name escaped Curran’s part lips in soft sigh and the sound made Elle quiver everywhere. It sounded like melody to her; it sounded like a question. Was he as scared and uncertain as she was? Was that even possible? Did he realize that beneath her gentle, roaming palms and fingertips his chest was heaving and trembling just like the silky digits currently exploring it? Maybe she was doing something wrong. That had to be it. She was doing something wrong, oh gosh; she had no idea what she was doing.

“Baby, why are you trembling like that?” Elle’s shuddering voice was vulnerable and guileless. She was praying that he didn’t want to stop kissing her. Despite the trepidation and the tempest of sensations raining down on her, the thought of not feeling his hands on her or his mouth against hers was absolute torture.


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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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Scared and uncertain – perhaps not the first two words that might leap into your mind when you were describing Curran Pettelli – hell when you were describing any of the Pettelli family, but they were two words that none the less fit the youth quite well for this particular moment in time. However, though he recognised the emotions that were fleeting in his breast when compared with everything else going on beneath his balmy skin, he could not tell you why they were there. Perhaps it was the fear of his wolf; of hurting her... or perhaps it was the sheer joy that came with her kiss... the one that he believed he read correctly at least. The registering of a mutual understanding between them, that although it was not in words, was still there.

Yes. This... this scared the man half to death, whilst at the same time made him feel like he could run the circumference of the world in a night, like he could reach to the moon and pluck it from the sky for her. She could have anything she wanted then, and he would give it her – but then Curran felt that everyday, but he tried so very hard to keep it concealed. Now however... now each kiss was like a key in the lock, each touch another chain removed from the boxes he kept hidden away under an exterior of cool – she was delving into his raw emotion, and it hurt. It hurt so much he thought he might explode, but at the same time, he thought he might die if she stopped.

The roar of emotion in his chest made it hard for him to breathe, his skin heating beneath her hands to the point where even he was uncomfortable with his shirt on. He longed to take it off, and though her hands plucked at the material he was still hesitant. Curran bent his knees, tipping her closer to him as his hands slipped from her back to cup her face, the tips of his fingers pushing back through her hair as he leant his forehead on hers, brushing noses as he breathed heavily.

The problem was not that she was doing anything wrong, but rather that she was doing everything right, and the wolf let out a little laugh at her question, grinning like the fool he truly was. He kissed her once, twice, a taste of her lips before he knew he should pull away, but she was addictive, and his fingers loathed to leave her skin, his swollen lips refused to stop kissing hers. “There’s nothing wrong, ”he breathed, half a sentence between a kiss, small quick things stolen from her mouth. “But if we don't stop soon... i think i’m going to have to take a cold shower....”

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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A soft gasp escaped Elle as she was tipped lower, but the gasp turned into a contented purr when she realized this position felt even better than the last.
If Curran was her drug, she was a junkie by now, and even the slightest pause left her with serious withdrawals. With a whimper and chaste kisses stolen from the side of his breathless mouth, Elle shook her head. “Oh, Curran…please don’t stop.” The willowy blonde begged innocently; too lost in the moment to realize what she was getting her self into.
Did he even realize she had never gone this far before? Did he realize how willing she was to go even further with him? He had made a rebel of her so easily. She would do anything for him now; give him anything to make him happy. As far as Elle was concerned, he had her heart in that little chained box, connected in more ways than their lips and their fingertips.

But Elle had never done this. She was so scared she would do something to spoil the moment. Her hands were shaking so badly, and she was so confused and taken by this quixotic boy and his mesmerizing kisses, the rebel was just falling head first into the sensations; the intoxication. She needed another hit. Needed it bad.
“Can I…?” Elle grasped the bottom of his soft black sweater and began to tug it upwards. All she could do was follow her instincts; to get what she wanted most, which was his warmth all around her. She wanted to draw in some of the heat and power fairly radiating off his skin.
The question was broken off as a shuddering kiss against his lips. The shirt was desperately pulled over his head and tosses elsewhere and her fingers became tangled in his chocolate hair; a pressure inside her growing as she tilted into him with a little whimper of delight. Elle then wrapped her hands urgently around his shoulders, trying to catch her breath.
She was holding on for dear life and didn’t know where to go next. She needed him like she needed the air. She couldn’t breathe…

“Curran…” Elle let go enough to pull back, needing his soulful azure eye to comfort her. To ground her; the threat that she would float away on this bliss was severe.
There they were. His eyes. She purred and smiled sheepishly, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I…” There was a secret perched on her lips and it was so close to falling away in a breathless whisper. The lithe blonde was gasping for air; helpless. His eyes had always made her feel so safe. They had always brought her back. The times she had felt overwhelmed and had thought about stealing away into the night because that’s what she was good at and it was easier; Elle had thought about his soft smile and kind, playful eyes, and it had always brought her back to reason.
“You make it hard to breathe.” She confessed, blinking sheepishly, and glancing down at her hand, that had fallen over his beating chest. Had she really just said that out loud? Oh heavens. Oh well, she really didn’t need to breathe anyway. All she needed was him. Elle took the air she needed from his kiss. She inhaled as she parted his lips with her tongue; moving against him until she found a place that was comfortable.



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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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He kissed her with such force, such gentle passion that he thought for sure both their lips would be raw when they pulled away, covered in bruises that were sweet enough to hurt only when it did not matter. Curran pulled her lip through his teeth and tasted her mouth with his own before she pulled away. Her hands found the bottom of his short and that that was gone, freeing his blazing chest to the cooler air of the room, to her. The small scares that flicked on his skin, marks made by his sister’s claws when they had been wrestling as cubs, had a hazy colour to them, pale and white in contrast to his naturally olive tones, and they tingled at the feel of the sweatshirt leaving his torso, tossed somewhere into his room.

He swallowed, taking her in with his eyes, drinking her in like a man at the oasis having wandered the desert for days before. He drank her in and he savoured the memories of his Elle, putting them away into his ‘scrapbook’. He chuckled softly at her words, still keeping her gaze enraptured in his won. He didn’t want to look away except to kiss her lips – and even then only because it was impolite to stare. How did he cope when she wasn’t there? How did not feel as if he was living a half life when she wasn’t at his side – for the first time in his life he understood his fathers love for his mother, his mothers love for his father – the two were rarely apart even when they were in the same house. His mother’s decision to become like him... to join the pack. It made sense to him now.

Curran felt her lips press against his once more and his mouth gave way eagerly to hers, kissing her with the passion that had built up in his chest, as if somehow this might offer a release for the beast clawing its way out. His hands left her hair and wrapped around her back, slipping under her sweatshirt and pressing her closer against his chest – he hated that stupid jumper right now, he longed to feel her skin against him, to kiss and know every contour of body, the taste of her, but whilst the fabric was in his way he was more than happy to keep kissing her lips, though his hands travelled along her spin and back, bunching the fabric up.

His chest rumbled as he kissed her, and behind his closed lids Curran’s eyes flickered between amber and blue as he pulled away from her lips to kiss her neck, nipping softly at her skin, marking her as his for as long as the small red marks lasted. He did to her what she had so unfairly done to him, tracking her neck with his whispering lips and to the small patch of uncovered skin where her slender neck met the milky skin of her chest, kissing the nub of her exposed collarbone. He stopped, breathing lightly on her exposed skin, trying to calm himself as he felt a familiar stirring in his stomach. ”Elle, ” he breathed, lifting his head to press his forehead against her own, brushing their noses, his lips whispering against her won. ”Elle, baby... your driving me crazy...” he opened his eyes, blue but now flecked with amber, darker and looked into hers. ”Please, ”He whispered ”I don’t think i can.... we should stop before...”he had promised himself, and he had promised her, that he would never push her into anything she did not want, that they would wait until she was sure she was ready, and right now, Curran was in desperate need of that cold shower.

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Curran didn’t realize how ready Elle really was. She was completely lost; caught up in him, consumed by heaven and curiosity and willing to give him all that she had inside of her. The blonde was starving for his kisses. Each time the wily young man would pull away from her lips brought a whimper of displeasure from the girl, but the cries all faded to a satisfied little rumble because he’d replace the kisses somewhere else on her body; like her collarbone, and her throat. When he nibbled that smiling, toothy path to the curve of her neckline, the lithe blonde melted into him. She purred and arched against his blazing fingertips; wondering how on earth anything else could feel better than this. One of her hands was curled into his messy hair, the other one, grasping urgently at his bicep and his shoulder. The blonde felt as if she might fall, or float away, and the feel of Curran’s sinewy strength beneath her palm made her believe she was a little more protected.

How could she be so certain? Elle was quite sure it was the way Curran’s husky drawl tickled her insides when he said her name. How his ragged breath against her skin rose those insightful little goose bumps and seemed to pull at a silken string tied around her heart. She laughed quietly and ran her nose against the tip of the wolf’s and writhed anxiously astride him, running her lips lightly across his lips when he seemed to need to catch his breath.

Was she terrified? Most certainly. Was she thrilled and twirling inside? Undoubtedly.
Elle felt so…fiercely for this one boy, she couldn’t imagine not giving him every single thing that was hers to give. She felt safe, and cherished. Not just by him but by a family that had made comfort a word written in her diary again. They had made her feel like singing again. And writing; she had written so many songs and had thousands of others chanting in her head and in her heart. The skinny girl with golden curls felt special, even surrounded by others that were much, much more extraordinary than her. Curran gave that to her. Everyday.
They may not have said those three words, but really? Those three words didn’t even compare to what Elle was feeling inside. What she hoped he felt too.

The young woman murmured something in his ear and inhaled a little laugh, lowering the arm that was wound around his shoulder so that she could find one of his traveling hands with her own and shifting his palm from her spine to the place where her heart pounded so intensely; all for him. “Do you feel that?” She smiled; shivering at the sensation of his temperate hand against her chest. The pale, lacy pink bra had no padding, it was all Elle, and there was nothing really much to feel there except that rapid heartbeat; the one that was now a thundering staccato in place of the previous steady beat.

And then the charming wolf with the smiling eyes opened them and Elle sat up straighter so that she could see them, her lower lip quivered into a fleeting pout when she found his eyes were darkened by something she couldn’t fathom. At first his guttural words didn’t sink in, but suddenly they became heavy as a weight on her chest when they finally permeated the crazy fog of bliss she was surrounded by. Why? Why did he want to stop this? He didn’t…want her? Certainly it wasn’t because being breathless, or kissing lips raw, or the press of fingertips against skin and compliant frame against firm one didn’t feel as good to him as it did to her. Their intimate position certainty gave light to the truth of this.
Maybe…maybe he really didn’t feel as intensely for her as the girl did for him. He, maybe he didn’t want to complicate things? They were so very, very different. Of course she couldn’t expect a creature such as the quixotic wolf to settle for someone as plain as her. What had she been thinking? And…she was getting all ahead of herself wasn’t she. Elle winced, shaking her head sheepishly and suddenly letting go of the hand against her chest so she could cover up her trembling lips. No, those certainly weren’t tears in her sapphire eyes.
She had nearly just ruined everything. Why did she have a habit of doing that? Elle was ready for a lot of things, but not loosing her best friend. Or her the family she now called hers. What on earth was she doing? God, she didn’t know. This was all so new...

Distractions…distractions. She needed one so desperately right now. And then she found one. Several, actually. Gently climbing off his hips to nuzzle in beside the boy, Elle turned to face his chest, and lightly fingered the faint scars that were written like surreptitious stories across his upper body. He was not tan, as they were deep in winter’s cold grasp, but his skin had so much more color than her alabaster fingertips, save those little rumors; each one she wanted to kiss. She chose just one, and pressed a chaste kiss to it, and clenched her blue eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry Curran. I’m not usually this way…” She confessed to him, hoping; praying they could save the moment and things would not be uncomfortable between them. Would he think she was always so forward? Had she just scared him away?!

“Remember that first night? The one when we met…and you were going to take me to that carnival?” Elle’s voice was trembling while she struggled to distract him from the way her chest was still heaving and she couldn’t quite catch her breath. “I saw a flyer today and it’s the last night it’ll be in town and they have a man that can shoot an apple off the top of a lady’s head with an arrow while she spins in a circle and wouldn’t you like to see something like that… I bet you could do that too. Since you’re so good with a bow and arrow and all…” Yes, the vulnerable girl was prattling. It was another thing, like running away, that she was good at. She would rather prattle than run away right now, but the thought was tempting…




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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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If there was one thing Curran needed to do, one thing he had to learn to do if nothing else, it was open up. If the man had any idea what Elle was thinking, what him pulling away from her had made her think, he would never have done it. He would have kept his lips to hers and given her what she wanted then, but Curran was so scared of pushing her away, of frightening her away by being so forward, his actions to combat such a thing had only had the opposite effect. It would break his heart if he knew what she thought, if he knew of her fears in that moment, curled against his warm chest as she lay her soft, sweet kiss on one of his scars. His skin shivered beneath her stroking fingers, but even he knew enough of her to guess at the thing in her voice, and as they settled back into their bright blues, the colour if the ocean he had once looked upon from his bedroom window, he lifted a hand and tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her head lightly to look at him. He met her eyes, and he smiled softly, his heart aching with the realisation of what she might have been thinking.

Yes, Curran knew of the way she prattled when she was nervous, the sentences that ran into each other and she spilled everything. She had done it the day they first met, she had done it with his mom at Christmas, and with him, and though the young wolf found it endearing, though he loved to listen to her voice and watch her lips move, at the same time his chest ached when he knew the feelings that caused it. And no, he was not going to be the cause of it now, not with his stomach still fluttering from the kiss lingering on his lips, not with his skin still heated from her touch, the reverberating tingle still in the palm of his hand from the way she had pressed her hand against her bare skin to feel her heartbeat.

In answer to her question, he looked into her eyes and took hold of her hand and pressed it flat against his chest, holding his hand over the top of it. His heart beat like a humming bird, trying to reach her he was sure, to get close to hers again. ”Feel that Elle?”He asked, repeating her question to him with a soft smile. ”Elle... don’t ever be sorry with me okay? I’m... i’m sorry i pushed you away. I promised to look after you, and I promised never to make you feel like you were pressured into doing anything you didn’t want to, not until you were ready. But... baby,” he grinned, his eyes flashing as he slipped his hand from hers to catch it in her hair, pressing their foreheads lightly together as he breathed his next words. ”Baby... when you do this to me.... i feel like i’m about to lose control. I just want... I want to kiss you and hold you” he breathed her in, closing his eyes briefly as he took in her sweet vanilla scent, the fading taste of her gloss. ”You make me feel like i can’t keep that last promise for much longer... and the last thing i want you to do is regret it later... to push you away forever, okay?”

He swallowed, and opened his eyes, searching hers for an answer, the flicker of feeling her lips had told him earlier. He hoped he had explained himself well enough, that she didn’t feel like he didn’t want her – for that was exactly the problem. He was wanted her so badly, every inch of her, it scared him. Scared the man into thinking he might lose control... might do something she might hate him for later. Because that... Curran would not be able to deal with that.

Grinning, he winked, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her cheek. ”And if you want to the carnival, of course we can go.”

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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One moment Elle was grieving for the loss of Curran’s touch as well as his kisses; the next she felt his blazing chest under her palm and the powerful pounding behind his ribcage reverberated through her arm and into her body; shooting straight to her own thumping organ to set its quickened pace. Once again, she was the gossamer winged dragonfly caught in the web; his golden flecked azure eyes and a slow, steady smile.
The thoughts and worries she had but moments before had faded; just like that.
“I feel it Curran…” Elle murmured and her cheeks turned pink and she leaned towards him a tiny bit, ready at any moment to begin telling secrets against his lips like she had been before. Where as the young man needed to learn to open up, Elle was as exposed and courageous as a girl could get. She wanted to give all her secrets away, to him. Only him.
He began speaking, and the blonde’s heart simply shattered. His husky voice and his wide, unfathomable azure eyes were so honest, how could she not believe every word he told her? Elle believed in him like she believed in the sun’s warmth at morning, and the moon’s flawless white light in the twilight. At this moment, the young woman would forgive him anything. Even if there was nothing to forgive save a boy scared to lose a girl.

“I’m nervous, Curran, but I’m not scared.” She whispered, and pressed a soft smile to his humbled lips. “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me, and I’m not running away this time.” Elle cupped her hands against his chest; pressed her ear close to the gentle, but fierce thump. She took a breath in and absorbed the balmy tenderness that he offered with something as simple as his sinewy frame. Nothing could part her pale, lithe form tucked into him, except she had to pull back to lose herself in his eyes again.
“I know you are the one, Curran. I…” The willowy blonde gasped and stole her palm from the warmth of his chest to press it to her parted lips. She had almost just let it slip; that one, significant little secret. Laughing softly and begging heaven to fade the minutes from the clock so they could stay like this forever, Elle relaxed into him once more and pressed the inside of her hand to his cheek; pressed her lips to his other cheek.

Knowing how close the boy was to loosing himself in her was more than the guileless blonde could take. She inhaled and closed her eyes; letting her mouth rumor across his cheek and then to his eager lips. The palm against his face lifted to his hair, and Elle curled her gentle fingers in the length just behind his ear. She purred, giggled quietly against his kiss; let the air she’d been holding out as a breathless whimper when the kiss grew more urgent and she sighed when she pulled back to meet his sapphire gaze again.

“Baby, I want you to be my first…” Elle teased her bottom lip with her teeth and her cerulean eyes widened, hopeless; vulnerable. “And I want you to be my last…” She added in a breathless whisper, desperate to tell him everything before she lost her nerve and had to hide her face in his chest to catch her breath.
That confessed, the willowy blonde pulled away from his arms long enough to wriggle free of the pink hooded sweatshirt; tossing it, like his, somewhere away. Her cheeks flamed and she squirmed back down beside him, holding her breath and chewing on her lips as she found his palm again and pressed it to her beating chest. The girl nudged Curran’s leg with her knee so that it would part, and she entwine her lithe one with his, scooting as close to him as she could. Her free hand found his chest again, the place where that rhythm resonated; where the rumors were murmured in slivers of lighter skin. Elle swallowed thickly and looked back and forth in his bottomless gaze; surprised at her self, and at how very sure she was about this.

“Are -you- ready?” Elle tilted her head to the side like a curious feline might, and beamed, promising him with her eyes that she loved him and she was so very ready.





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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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Curran’s breath caught in his throat when she kissed him, against when she searched out his eyes. A silent rumble started in his chest, vibrating through his skin to accompany the drum solo of his beating heart. Had he been so worried about losing her, about pushing her away that he had failed to read the subtle hints of her body – he who noticed the things others did not? Yes. But then, perhaps that was the man’s problem – he looked for the things that no one else noticed – it was why he loved the small things he did about his girlfriend – the long of hair that still curled slightly behind her ear, the fleck of emerald in her eyes that sparkled like gemstones, or the hint of a dimple she got when she smiled. Perhaps he was so worried looking for the small signs that he was going too far, that he was pushing her too hard, that he didn’t see the ones that were blatantly obvious.

But here was his Elle, opening up and being brave, and the flicker of pride in his chest ignited, the flicker of something else, the happiness because she felt brave enough to tell him these things, to let him in. It had been a slow process... but he knew as surely as he knew his name was Curran that they were slowly working their way into each other’s hearts so much so that, at least for him, should she decide to leave, she would take it with her. It was here forever, even if one day she decided to give it back. The pang of pain that accompanied this thought was unexpected, and Curran quelled it. It was not something worth dwelling on for the boy with cerulean eyes, now was not a time to think of what if, when he had curled in his lap, pressing her ear to his beating heart.

When she wiggled free of her Sweatshirt, Currans eyes drank her in. Her porcelain skin was soft beneath his touch, and to the man she had the perfect, ethereal beauty one might associate with angels, goddesses. But she was more beautiful than even Aphrodite, even if she didn’t see it. Though he’d be damned if she ever felt less than such with him, less than perfect in his embrace, less than anything – for she was everything to him.

It was with a skip of his heart he realised just how hard he had fallen for his golden haired beauty, and how quickly. Curran curled his fingers slightly as he felt her heartbeat, proud and strong beneath his fingertips, every bit as brace to tell him all as its owner. He looked back into her gaze and smiled, lifting a hand to her hair and pulling her closer for a kiss, one that started as a breathless whisper into her lips, but quickly became the kind that made the wolf in his chest howl and leap around, tugging at the thread linking their hearts. The quiet rumble had never ceased in his chest, and now it became a quite growl as he slipped and from her chest, trailing his fingers down her stomach and around to her side, and finally her back, pulling Elle closer. His body longed for the soft feel of her skin on his, and now Curran had it, he was not willing to let her part from him anytime soon.

Easily, Curran shifted them away from his headboard, laying back against the pillows, breaking their kiss only to move his attention to her neck and collarbone again, the soft rise of skin just above the line of her bra and back to her mouth again. If this was not answer enough for her, he was not sure what was.

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle could have sworn she’d just died. Right then. Right when Curran’s sapphire eyes answered her question by growing stormy and wild despite the purely blameless smile on his face and he curled his fingers in her hair and stole a sweet kiss from her, and her breath, and her will deny him any part of her that he wished for.
A little squeak left her slightly parted lips and Elle curled her hands against Curran’s chest and held on for dear life; with both hands. She knew she was falling so fast and too hard and too deep and there would never ever be going back from it, but the girl didn’t think she ever wanted to.

The kiss became more urgent and Elle shuddered, finding the feel of his fingers in her golden strands more intoxicating than any human drug or drink could offer. Her heart was bursting; drunk, high, elated with the thought that Curran’s lips and hands were promising what she had silently vowed to him. His heated finger pads seared a path across her skin, stealing away the slight chill her exposed frame had suffered for the briefest moment. Elle shuddered, wishing the trail his digits had made had marked her alabaster skin truly, so that there was no doubt she was his.

The love drunk blonde didn’t even notice the slight shift in their elevation when Curran scooted lower and pulled her back across him, of course until she realized the shift made her head dizzy; so dizzy…so high.
Curran’s hands explored her slight, shivering frame; drawing her in further. Consuming her with his intense gravity. The guileless girl found she had no clue what to do with her own hands as he teased her lips with his mouth and his playful bite and his marvelous, dancing tongue. She clung to his chest, barely digging her pale pink painted fingernails into his buttery skin.

When the boy’s lips left her mouth to explore the curve of her throat and collar, finally dipping down to press against the slight swell of chest, Elle died again.
She shivered and arched into him, pushing her self up just a little to award him more access to those sweet places.
Oh…god…what was that sound that was etching tiny bumps across her porcelain skin?
That beautiful, tingle inducing sound that was reverberated through to her very center? Curran might not have noticed the gentle growl that was rumbling his throat, but that was a sound Elle committed to memory. She put it in that jar with the holes in the lid and tucked it away forever.

That sound extracted a quiet purr from the willowy blonde and she gasped when Curran’s mouth left her chest and returned to her lips. The hands that had no home trembled with a new, thrilling energy Elle had never felt before. She had never been touched like that, kissed…like that…and she believed she might not ever be able to stop.
One shaky digit explored his lean bicep, tightened at his strong shoulder, danced lightly up his neck until it became lost in his messy russet hair. The other found a comfortable place on his hip, grasping.

Could he? Could this miraculous creature with brilliant blue eyes and magnetism beyond her wildest imagination really feel inside of him even -half- of what she did?
Could the boy with the mischievous smile and the playful humor that made her roll her eyes and laugh actually tame his heart for the briefest moment in order to consider that life would be utterly boring with out her next to him?
His laugh gave her the giggles. His touch gave her trembles. The way he interrupted her with a kiss in the middle of talking made her weak.
The mere thought of a reciprocation of these feelings was pure magic to the dreaming girl. But this was no reverie. She was right there, in his arms, caught in the hazy intoxication and begging for more and more.

Breathless, Elle broke the kiss so she could inhale, but her mouth fell against the column of throat where his pulse pounded violently under her lips. She had the fleeting urge to run her tongue across that surreptitious rhythm, and so she did. Alternating tasting his salty skin with her tongue and kissing a trail down the length of his neck, Elle paused at his bare shoulder. The naïve blonde laughed quietly at her daring, and suddenly she wondered if this was right; something he might like her to do.
Elle kissed the place her tongue had just departed, but still feeling impulsive, she nibbled there like a resonance of her mouthy embrace. At first, Elle gently nipped at his shoulder; just barely. Soon however, the nibbling became more deliberate as she squirmed, instinctually, to where it felt best.


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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--
notes: MRAWR. I went with your way. Just seemed more fun >^..^<

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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Currans breath came in uneven gasps as her lips travelled over his neck and down his shoulder, and he flinched slightly as she nipped his skin, the rumbling in his chest growing without conscious thought with the sheer pleasure of her action. His hands found her hip, pulling her down to him and holding her there, fingers pressing lightly into her skin, leaving faint marks of his passing. If she longed to be marked by him, Curran longed for a way to mark her as his forever – the faint red marks left earlier by his teeth would fade with time (though whether or not before his parents noticed was debatable), but he grinned as the necklace he had bought her bumped against his skin. If nothing else, that would do. As long as she wore that, as long as she accepted his embrace and his kiss, the small snowflake necklace would do.

His hands tightened around her back, and Curran lifted her slightly, enough to roll them and switch their positions. Well, the boy was not sued to the submissive submissions, and her soft noises, her lips on his shoulder, her nibbling teeth were driving the poor man insane – he longed for her lips once more as he pressed her back into the pillows, his hands still wrapped around her shoulder in his embrace. His hips floated just above hers, supported by the slight bend in his knees, propped on his elbows. Leaning back, Curran traced a breathy line across her stomach, kissing along the line of her hips and up, through the centre of her chest and her neck, ending back at her lips where he so craved to be – longed for the taste of her vanilla frosted lips.

If only she knew then just how intense his own feelings for her were, and not simply because they were brought on by the taste of her skin and the feel of her flesh beneath his fingers, pressed against his own. It had everything to do with the way her hand felt in his, the way their bodies, to be clichéd, fit so easily together – the fact he missed her when she wasn’t there, even if she was only disappearing into the kitchen to check on one of her many pies. It had everything to do with the fierce flare of protectiveness he felt in his chest when he saw her boss eyeing her at work; and though he would deny it to her, the jealousy that came when she spoke of a guy at the diner, when he noticed other guy’s eyes tracing her across the room.

Moving from her mouth, Curran nipped lightly at her ear, breathing whispered words for her only to hear, endearments from the depth of his heart and soul, words he would never even dream of saying aloud, or indeed to another person. Curran knew how girls would often say they regretted their first time, wish they had waited for the right person... Well. He was going to make sure that Elle had none of these regrets, none of those wishes still remaining long after these moments had passed. She was everything he had ever wanted, funny, smart, beautiful – she made his heart leap into his mouth and brought out a side of him few had ever managed. She was even beginning to pry his secrets from his chest... secrets he was beginning to realise she had a right to know. He only hoped that he could offer the same for her.

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;;WEARING
;;lotsa WORDS