Fearless ( <3 Curran )

[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle still couldn’t breathe, but the lack of oxygen simply added to her lead-headed euphoria. She lifted slightly, pausing in her explorative nibblings just long enough to meet his wicked sapphire eyes; to grin at him impishly. The blonde had never been impish before, and she found she very much enjoyed acting out of the ordinary. Almost as if she was a character in a fairytale novel. She already had the gorgeous, wily Prince Charming, or…maybe Curran was the Big Bad Wolf. She imagined herself, not as a princess, but as a wayward nymph. Maybe one devious enough to steal the prince’s heart.

If only he knew the things that were going through the love drunk blonde’s head. Elle purred at the covetous way Curran clung to her hip, pulling her against him. Both the corporal sensation and the thought that he must be desperate for her to be closer felt …so … resplendent, she wasn’t thinking about her boyfriend’s mother seeing the little marks and sweet bruises on both their necks, and silently tasking them with their eyes, she was just thinking how could it possibly feel better than this?

Oh, but it could. And it did. With a little gasp, Elle was flipped onto the downy mattress. She let out a quiet giggle, lifting one hand to play in his chaotic hair while the other curled around the back of his neck. This was bliss. This was better than anything she’d ever felt before.
All her quiet apprehension was being stolen away by the exposed, hopeless look in Curran’s vast, golden flecked cobalt gaze. Just like time, thieving away all the minutes she’d so hoped that heaven would suspend, the young wolf was stealing away the lingering frazzled nerves and the trembles from her fingertips only to leave them in her belly. She didn’t even have time to quietly demand his mouth against hers before the boy, sending her into a frenzy by floating just above her instead of covering her with his weight, began to leave breathy kisses across her bare stomach, just above her hips (which rose just a little of their own accord when said lippy whisper was blown across it.)
It didn’t end there however, for the he teased a path up her lithe alabaster frame and across her heaving chest and her throat; pulse pounding for him; only him.

Her slender, pale fingers grasped the duvet beneath her, twisting as the breathy kisses across her bare skin drew quiet giggles out of her. Oh, it tickled something fierce, and it made her tingle in her belly, and…everywhere else. Curran was trying to kill her. He must be!
Finally his lips found hers again, and immediately Elle’s hands left the downy covers and wound around Curran’s neck and shoulders. She was thirsty, parched for his breathless lips and the heat of his chest against hers. The young woman was on fire, for several reasons; one being the new and enthralling proximity to giving herself away, but also the potent warmth coming off of the Loup Garoux’s tawny skin.

Curran kissed Elle breathless, and she moaned a soft argument when he left her parted lips, though the quarrel didn’t last long as suddenly his balmy breath against the delicate skin of her ear brought on a whole new wave of covetousness. Her hands slid down his back, whispering her fingernails lightly and pretending it left a glittering, golden ink that said her name, and little swirly hearts and flowers, and…maybe even bloomed a sweet fragrance when he was thinking about her. Oh, she was so silly in love.
The breathless and hopeless girl wasn’t thinking at all how some girls regretted their first time, or worrying if it would hurt or if he would like the way she felt; so inexperienced and chaste. She was wondering at how profound her want; no need for the boy was; at how utterly sweet loving him felt. How it filled her to near bursting. How it made her drift away from everything that had ever been bad in her life. How she wasn’t alone anymore.

And…Elle was wonderstruck at how very patient Curran was being with her now. How difficult it must be to keep such control when all you wanted to do was let the wild creature inside come undone. The frantic, intoxicated young woman was feeling none of the same self-control as her boyfriend, and at the moment, Elle wished he wasn’t so disciplined. Her hands fell from his sinewy back to tug distractedly at the belt loop of his jeans, and she let out a husky laugh and tilted her head back as he murmured in her ear.

“Curran…” She moaned, and then giggled a little at how desperate it sounded, and without thinking, she arched her hips backwards so she could get her hands between them, artlessly tugging at the button of his jeans that had been rubbing so mercilessly at her middle.
It was useless, it seemed. Her nimble fingers found themselves hopeless and trembling, and Elle tried to distract him from her clumsiness by lifting her lips to his ear, teasing the lobe between her teeth, murmuring love poems against the velvety outside, nuzzling it with her nose.
“I’m Yours, I’m Yours, I’m Yours…” The girl gasped huskily, and drew a breath in surprise when she felt the button give way between her fingertips. Ah, sweet success! She couldn’t help but give her boyfriend a thoroughly clever grin, a dimple teasing her cheek and her teeth teasing her lips. Her azure eyes danced with delirious excitement. She twirled and did a little victory dance in her head.



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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--
notes: Ah, the poor girl. She is helpless

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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How very close Curran was to losing the little control he maintained over himself, she had no idea. The flecks of amber in his blue eyes were darkening, spreading as his wolf longed to break free into the moment and take over this task, to litter her body with the kisses and marks that would forever claim her, at east to any other loupe Garoux who dared stray an eye to her, as his own. It was silly to presume the two, Curran and the beast that prowled beneath his skin, who claimed the moonlit nights and howled its song to the sweet mother sky, were separate entities simply occupying the same space.

Though he may talk about his wolf, his other side, joke about the hairy moments with her, the two were so intimately entwined that they were simply one. Each represented a part of the other, and it took all of his moral fibre, all of his control to keep that side of himself at bay. What a release it had been that night to share himself with her, to be who he was fully and completely to somebody outside of his pack, and now with the euphoria of these seconds, he was allowing it to trickle once more into his actions – the low grumbling in his throat, the flecks of colour in sea like eyes; these were the small giveaways at his unconscious actions.
A wolf loved like no other, not like a human could – they mated for life and spent their days constantly in the euphoria of puppy-ness, and it was these stirrings that were claiming the man’s heart. It was his wolf that allowed him fearless and proud unconditionality in his devotion. And it was the very same wolf that looked back at her with sparkling eyes – the mixture of Curran and loupe that was who he truly was, the entirety of his seriousness, his playfulness, everything Elle was growing to know in all of its intensity.

In a serious moment, he might wonder if such feelings were the same for his parents – his mother who had been human once, who had chosen to become loupe when she had fallen in love with his father, to live their extended lives together. But now, though being indeed serious, it was so in such a way the man’s mind was occupied only with the thoughts of Elle beneath him, her pale, perfect skin that sung with his touch, her feel, her lips – and the way she was clumsily unfastening the jeans at his hips.

His head felt fuzzy with her words, her proclamation of being his that made his heart leap more than he thought was possible given its already bounding status. When she fell back, her gasping success still ringing in his ears and she began pulling her lip through her teeth, as always he longed to kiss it away. Now being no different, he took her lips in his own and kissed her, teasing his tongue between them for a long moment before drawing his hands down her sides and across her hips. As he unfastened her own jeans, he once more kissed and nipped at the length of her frame, tasting her skin as his fingers hooked around the waist of the denim and pulled them slowly down.

Curran kissed the newly exposed skin of her hips and legs, across the smooth expanse of her thighs and calf, and with a grin tickled the base of her feet lightly with his fingers, leaning back to devour her with his eyes, to drink her in and commit her to memory less somehow he might forget her beauty – as if somehow he might forget her.

Once more he leaned over her, capturing her mouth in his own. Right then the need to kiss her, to feel her skin against his own was stronger even than the need to breathe, than even to live, for he felt he could no longer do these without Elle. No easier could he exist with a hole where his heart should be, for she had it safely with her own.

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle was in rapture. She loved the way their bodies danced slowly, like their lips and their tongues. She loved the catch in his breath when he left her mouth to trace lips over the arch of her throat; how his hands felt against her skin and how her skin was absorbing his warmth.
Her fingers clutched at Curran’s arms, his back, and his hair; anywhere she could hold onto as his gentle weight and resistance made her writhe and giggle beneath him. The twitter-pated girl was mumbling things to him; nonsensical things, song lyrics, clandestine things that even she had no idea was escaping the niches in her spirit; as deep down inside her as you could go. But he should have already known these surreptitious things that she whispered. He should have been able to read her wide, searching cobalt eyes and the song of her rapidly beating heart.

As Curran’s hands traveled down her lithe frame and his lips followed; Elle found the quiet mumblings became rumored gasps and quiet rumbles in her throat. Her fingers gripped tautly at his shoulders now, and her gem-blue eyes widened and she found she was frozen in place.
This was really happening…
It was Elle’s turn to have captured breath as the hypnotizing young man tugged the jeans down her thighs, and his mouth traced the places where the stiff material had just departed. The clothing was gone, and the slender blonde was still; frozen; terrified that Curran would see her different now; find some fault in her barely there curves and lack of cleavage. She had never been laid so bare before; not just physically, but her soul as well, and she found all that courage she had almost felt, suddenly faded like the moon’s glow as it slid behind a cloud beyond the window.

Elle held her breath in; well, felt she had no breath to breathe, truly. Her sapphire gaze found the sea blue depths of her boyfriend’s, and she prayed he would not change his mind about her. That genuinely would be the end of her; the very end of her fairytale.
But his eyes took her in, and a charming side-ways smile appeared on his visage, and where as he girl had just been freaking out, she was abruptly serene. He tickled the velvet pad of her foot and she arched her back in response; silly laughing like a crushing school girl. Perhaps if she had seen the heated look in his cerulean gaze just before he once more covered her with his body and stole her lips, she wouldn’t have been so tranquil. She was inching closer to becoming something so very new and unknown; a woman and yet the girl was utterly immune to the meaning of it.
This was young love. Something powerful and unbreakable. Potent. The very thing perhaps the only one that could make a careful girl such a rebel; so very brave.

Elle’s fingertips clutched Curran’s bicep as she returned his eager mouthy embrace with one that matched, if not surpassed his fervor. One long, pale leg slid up, bent at the knee and she curved her frame to fit against him better; her hands moving from his arm to gently grasp his face, and her lips left his to rain kisses across his cheeks and nose and eyes and neck. It felt radiant; she was flying again, and by the feel of it, getting dangerously close to the sun. His body was so warm; he was burning up. She knew that feeling. >^..^<

Made more daring by the intoxicating taste of his lips, and the feel of his fingertips on her skin, Elle let her hands move to the button of his jeans again, naively letting her fingertips dip just beneath the edge to explore what she was so fascinated by before working the zipper down so she could tug absently at the only barrier standing between them save a few inadequate articles of pale pink lacy lingerie. A throaty chuckle escaped her as she awkwardly worked the jeans down over his hips, wriggling them off the rest of the way with her feet. Once again, the blonde needed to distract herself and -him- from the utter significance of the circumstance; they were so close now; she could feel him and she knew she wanted all of him. She snorted quietly and leaned back up to kiss his mouth, his cheek, his ear, and then she lost a quiet laugh against his ear. “I’m on fire, Curran.” She whispered guilelessly, and then a hushed moan left her for he had shifted to a position that was wholly exhilarating. “And…I’m drowning…” She really was. Elle’s emotions were a storm brewing inside of her; some of them safe and familiar, some of them new and thrilling; same as the way the way her body felt.

The blonde sighed in rapture again, and continued alternating kisses and nibbles at Curran’s lips and neck. She explored his frame with her hands, more curious and brave with them than her mind. “Curran…say something please?” She whimpered, not meaning to sound so desperate but feeling it just the same.




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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--
notes: Ah, the poor girl. She is helpless

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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Currans hands slid along her skin, admiring once more the contrast between them. Her whispered moans in his ear, the nonsense she was singing to him – oh this poor boy was terrified. He was terrified of what he was falling into here, and at the same time he could not wait to plunge beneath the waters and stay there, just as long as she cared to join him. Of course, such thoughts right now were fleeting, registering only for further dissection at a later time, when his eyes could darken and he could think over them freely. Curran may be a man of charms and wit, who knew which words to use to make someone feel good about themselves, but sometimes he had a little trouble opening up to himself, let alone to other people.

But that was something the beautiful, porcelain skinned creature beneath him was quickly changing.

Straightening his arms, he looked down at her, his ever playful lopsided smirk breaking easily across his features as he studied her. She was beautiful, and she was perfect, but his eyes never strayed from her face. He could love her body, the taste of her skin, but it was Elle who was the true prize, his souls true reward. ”Elle.... you know you’re perfect” he lowered himself slightly, whispering into her ear. ”You drive me crazy, but baby, you’re everything I could ever want.”

Kissing along her neck and back to her lips, Curran lost himself in her skin and her embrace, all thoughts and fears gone from his mind as he was completely open to her, lost in nothing else but these moments. The noises she made did nothing for the young man but fuel the fire in his chest as he growled into her hair, whispered words meant only for her, would only ever be for her. And even as they fell over the edge, as he forgot everything save only the woman in his embrace, as he fell back into the sheets panting and pulled her close to his chest, laying soft kisses on her cheeks and eyelids, across the bow of her nose and, of course, her ever sweet mouth, he longed to tell her so much more, to make sense of the nonsensual thoughts and emotions that filled his mind.

Holding Elle against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles across his arms, Currran stared up at his ceiling with a look of pure bliss across his features, truly relaxed and carefree for the first time in a very long while. Looking down, he smiled, laying another kiss on Elle’s head. ”Wow” He smiled, breathing the word.

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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Curran’s husky words stole any reserve the young blonde might have been feeling. His voice was music to her soul; the song reverberating as deep within the girl as you could go. She was lost to that rumble; the growls in his throat, and her own blameless requirement. Curran’s hunger darkened cobalt eye were like two serene pools; reflecting the moon, only a harvest one colored with amber and flecks of rust, and they stilled her trembling nerves. Though the girl was standing on a precipice and about to fall into the unknown, she was made tranquil by his eyes.

And though her boyfriend never spoke the words that were fairly perched on her velvet pink lips too; he told her with his touch; his kiss. Curran loved her gently, and patiently, but intensely; as you would expect of such a charming, quixotic creature.
Every sensation was a new one; a magical one. They surged through her like an electric current; her skin tingled, and her body wept.
The symphony that Curran played inside Elle was mesmerizing, and soon a song that she found she could sing out loud too. A novice in love, and the making, but she tried to hardest to make his body sing too.

Finally, when the concerto inside of her was so deafening, and so intertwined into her spirit and nerves endings that she thought she would die…she did die. Elle fell into heaven. Curran’s name left her lips on a throaty cry and they collapsed together breathless and sore and thoroughly captivated.
The guileless girl; young woman, curled into his warmth and pressed her hand over his slowing, steady heart-beat; trying to come down from the high that had her soaring in the gauzy clouds above them. The echo of that song was echoing on her panting lips.
She wondered if it had killed him to. Her Romeo.
And the answer came in a breathy murmur from him that drew a quiet chuckle from the blonde. She felt exactly that same exclamation. “I think I just died…Curran.” Elle confessed in a winded rumor as laid her palm flat against his balmy chest and then traced a heart across it and strained her neck up to kiss it.

She laughed throatily and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see his dazzling and somewhat goofily satisfied smile. His hair was a mess and she loved it. Elle wrinkled her nose and grinned, reaching up to run her fingertips through the length near his crown before straining her body up even more to leave a kiss on the side of his mouth.
“You -are- the Big Bad Wolf, ain’tchoo?” She teased, and her smile revealed a little dimple in her china doll cheek.

Perhaps Elle was too intoxicated by the previous activities to notice the noise coming from down stairs, or the thin wisp of smoke that had climbed up the stairs nearly reaching the space beneath the door. Most likely she believed the ringing in her ears to be an after effect of such thorough…worship.
What did a family of Loup Garoux with a sense of hearing and smell to rival any detector need with a smoke detector anyway? Well…obviously they needed one to tell the young lovers that a pie baking in the oven below was burnt to a crisp in kitchen hell while they were laying there in heaven.

Suddenly the sound broke through the fog of Elle’s bliss and she realized the alarm coming from elsewhere in the house.
“Oh…nooooooo…” the blonde leapt up, tugging the wrinkled covers with her as she absentmindedly searched for something to cover her virtue. Her sapphire eyes landed on Curran’s black shirt, so she swiftly picked it up and tugged it on over her tousled golden head. “The pie, Curran…I forgot the pie. It must be black as coal by now, oh gawd!” She was prattling as she spun around to find her pink lace underwear, squeaking in relief as she plucked them from a tangled pile of his boxers.

Oh yes she was still love-drunk, twirling as she hopped on one leg while pulling the lace up one alabaster limb. A blush crept up her cheeks and she smiled at Curran, racing back over to the bed to give his amused side-ways smirk a kiss before darting out.
The door slammed shut behind her, and Elle paused to catch her breath, leaning her forehead against the cool door. She snorted quietly and chewed her lower lip with her front teeth; amused by her own silliness, then took in a deep breath to still the dragonflies that were not only dancing in her belly, but in her whole body and brain now. Fingertips came up to her lips and then touched the door as if it was Curran’s mouth and she absently whispered "I love you" before rushing to the calling alarm below. Of course at the bottom of the stair she hopped off three up and twirled once, twice, three times before skipping childishly into the kitchen.
The euphoria she was riding was still intense and utterly amazing. It didn’t phase her one bit when she reached the smoking oven and pulled the charred pie from its belly.
Slipping the pie onto the countertop the off-duty waitress grabbed a knife and fork from the drawer and began scraping off the burn, then topped it with whipped cream she pulled from the fridge.

A finger went into the crust made thin by scraping, all the way to the fruity warmth in the center. Elle pulled it up and popped it into her mouth, melting for the second time in so many hours. She rumbled in appreciation and giggled at the obvious hole in the top, then filled it in with cream, which she couldn’t help but poke her finger into as well.
Leaning against the counter, for the moment, she was under the influence of pie and cream as well the satisfying soreness in her worshiped body. The girl was a goner.




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Lyrics-- FEARLESS
--Hair--
notes: Ah, the poor girl. She is helpless

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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Currans began to realise the sound wasn’t just in his head at about the same time Elle did, and he had to laugh softly at the way his girlfriend sprung into action, laying back in the pillows and crossing on arm behind his head, resting on his forearm whilst the other pulled the sheets back onto the bed when she dropped them. He kissed her back when she ran over, leaning up and falling back into the pillow with a soft thud when she was gone, leaving him to his somewhat lethargic thoughts.

Grinning like a fool, Currans head remained refreshingly empty even as he listened to her run down the stairs, as the alarm finished blaring. Scratching his chest absently, Curran stretched and finally sat up, running a hand through his tousled dark hair and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He pulled on his boxers, quickly followed by his jeans and stood, fastening them as he followed Elle’s footsteps from his the bed to his door, and out onto the landing.

He could smell the burnt pie from there and scrunched up his nose at the assault, frowning. Fortunately, it was still pie, and Currans stomach grumbled as he headed down the stairs, the lazy ass dumb grin still on his lips as he wandered into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Elle’s waist, lifting a hand to steal himself some of the cream from the top of the pie and grinning. ”I swear, only you can burn a pie and have it still taste good.” he grinned, releasing her waist to lean against the counter and steal some more of the cream, wiping it on her nose. Turning slightly, he grabbed them both forks, once more running a hand through his hair, causing the short dark strands at the front of his head to stand up erratically.

”Still wanna hit the carnival?”He asked, breaking through the thin crust and into the strawberry centre. He groaned, grinning when he tasted the pie and swallowed eyeing her. ”You know your right? Sex is way better.” he smirked, referring to one of the things she had said when they first met that day in the diner.

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Oh man... sorry it’s so bad and for making you wait so long baby!