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Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 1, 2015 15:06:29 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
To be led within the confines of his own house is truly something else. He finds it hard to complain when she kisses him as she does, with her hands on him. He surprisingly finds that he's alright with this. It's almost endearing, the way she seems unable to hold her own enthusiasm. He smiles a little at that tidbit of knowledge, something to tease her with in the future.
They reach the second floor with all limbs still intact, but Elijah certainly never thought he'd be breathless after climbing those steps. He takes a moment to look at her, hair affray from how much he's carded through it during their climb. Her usually well-groomed blonde hair is in a fritz, sticking this way and that from his handiwork.
Surprisingly he likes it.
Elijah leads them to the master bedroom, the bed much larger and comfortable than the guest room. The closes the door behind them out of habit, but already his arms are searching for her again, touching and squeezing at every turn. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek before he fiddles with his shirt, bringing it above his head before dumping it to the floor. His eyes are on her, his full attention on her as he reattaches himself into yet another commanding lip lock, carefully leading them to fall into the bed, already shoving most of the pillows aside for them.
He lavishes her neck with kisses, particularly biting at her clavicle in his impatience. His hand dips lower to her hip, stroking the skin there as he slips his other hand under her shirt. He pauses only to give her time to take off her clothes herself, but his gaze is as hungry as ever. He can't stop looking her, following the shape of her face down to the stretch of her body on his bed.
When he removes his shirt, Penelope knows she's done for. There was no turning back now, not that she was even having second thoughts. Her brain was muddled from the alcohol and lack of oxygen. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as he led her over to the bed, pushing her down and sliding his hands all over her. It was almost too much, being such a rare experience in the first place. Things hadn't exactly been strong in the male-counterpart department for her, and she had never gone as far as she knew they were about to go. Although now she wished she had so she would have an idea of what the hell she was doing here.
He stopped for a fraction of a second, and Penelope took this as a clue to take her own clothing off. She wiggled out of everything there on the bed and tugged him back down again, ready for whatever may come her way.
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It hurt a little, but afterwards, the memory of flesh lingering on hers was enough to drive her mad. After the initial pain, it was euphoric, and it didn't matter that she didn't know what she was doing. It just seemed to come naturally for her.
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His arms were around her, even as he slept. Penelope felt safe there, although it wasn't an emotion she was used to feeling, and it was starting to drive her a little stir-crazy.
When 3AM rolled around, and Penelope finally found herself sober enough to move, she slowly slipped out of his comforting arms, and out of the bed, to retrieve her clothing from the various places it had been flung in the previous hours passions. She tip-toed around the room, taking care to make sure she didn't wake Elijah up. Things would be even more weird if he woke up to find her sneaking out.
Once her things from the room were gathered, she crept down the stairs, skipping them three at the time by lifting herself over them with the banisters as her support. She pulled on her clothing quickly and shoved everything into her bag, heaving in a big sigh. In that split second, she contemplated staying, but she thought it would be better to leave... At least for now. Her mind was racing about what had just happened, and staying seemed like the worst thing for her to do.
Penelope gathered her courage and slung her backpack over her shoulder, tossing a single one of her sweaters onto the coat hanger. Maybe he would notice, maybe he wouldn't, but she hoped he would, and take it as a sign that she would be back as she stepped through the door and back into the real world.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 1, 2015 15:44:39 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He's surprised by her lack of experience. They're both adults, he had expected that she knew what she was getting into when she forced her way, kissed him like she needed him. At the same time, there's a warm thought in his mind, underneath the lust that boils deep in his gut, that he ought to treat her right, show her her own body as much as he would show her his. A silent exploration for both of them to enjoy. He takes her gently, guiding her through the motions until she seems to understand and she does her own exploring, and the need tips over again.
The rest comes easy.
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The morning light slowly filters in through the window, and he finds himself slowly waking, grasping at consciousness. He breathes in deep, emerging from the slumber as he blinks up at the ceiling groggily. He's still wrapped up in blankets, pillows scattered around. He doesn't need to turn to know that the other side of the bed is empty, no longer needs to curl into the other side to know that the warmth has long gone. In a sense, he's used to this, of one night stands and sneaking out. He's done his fair share, Elijah quite familiar with the walk of shame.
Damn, he really needs a cigarette.
And yet, he can't help the strange churn in his stomach. As if he's somehow disappointed with the outcome of it all. He knew that there couldn't really be anything between them. He can't help but think that she's taken his reputation into account ever since she'd laid eyes on him. Had she expected him to invite her over? Had she expected that he would try to bed her?
No, he could still remember the warmth in her eyes, the surprise when he touched her. She couldn't have expected that much, she had looked so beautiful beneath him. And yet, the circumstance said otherwise. Was it just the alcohol playing tricks on his mind? Truly, he didn't know what to expect, but certainly not this. She left, without so much as a word. Snuck out at the asscrack of dawn.