An involuntary clench of her fingers brought short nails precariously close to nipping at skin through the fabric of his shirt when Valerie felt Brian’s hand descend into her back pocket. Fluid almost, the way it sunk inside without any form of restraint. The breath in her throat stuck. His hand, much larger than hers, seemed to fill the space fully and she could feel the heat radiating from his palm. She never did get to feel the roughness of his skin against the smoothness of hers, and right then it was all she could seem to think of. How it would feel if he grasped her like that without the barrier of clothes between them. Millimeters of fabric that might as well have been miles. Perhaps that was why she felt her hips shift. Backwards by no more than an inch, but into his hand, while she kept her torso firmly against his. Unwilling to create distance for even a second. Not if this dance was all she was getting.
Would he regret this later? Would she? No. Not a chance. The thought was so clear, so rational that Valerie gasped. Buried her face against his chest and tried to hold onto reality before the butterflies in her stomach turned into baby pterodactyls and left her a jittering mess. She wanted to touch him back, to feel him beneath her finger tips, against her tongue. Yet there was fear. What if she was simply reading the signals wrong? What if this was just how people danced together and it meant nothing more, nothing less?
Brian’s hot breath against her ear immediately sent warmth to pool in the pit of her stomach, and if Valerie were being blunt, a little further down than that too. She meant to bite her lip and yet ended up mouthing gently at his chest, teeth barely grazing but lips softly pressing against his shirt. When his mouth found her ear she felt the moan in her throat more than she actually heard it, stifled as it was against him. The sensations were almost paradoxical, Valerie simultaneously felt weak and yet the most alive she’d felt in months. How could he do that by doing barely anything at all? How was it possible that her blood could boil from his attention like she’d sprinted across the whole dessert?
Valerie could barely contain her own actions but when he spoke… Oh, it did things to her.
Things that she couldn’t quite explain and really didn’t want too. Instead she went with the urges. Allowed herself the low growl of desire that rumbled within her chest even as her breath hitched. Let her fingers hook inside his waistband to map the slight curve and dip of his spine and back gently, only to pull him closer with a firm insistence. Tipped her head back just enough to blink up at him and ask carefully, “Are you sure?” Before temptation took hold and she turned her face into his arm. The blonde nuzzled at the exposed muscle thanks to his t-shirt, and delivered a wet, open mouthed kiss against it because she craved to taste the salty tang of his skin. Maybe she should have asked, but by the time filtered into her mind her tongue was already languidly exploring the flesh she’d captured between her lips.
This could be a huge mistake. It could be the emotional equivalent of an all out apocalypse. It could tear them apart worse than a demon attack. It could be a lot of things, but Valerie was tired of worrying about the potential for it all to explode in their faces. She wanted to believe instead.
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on 2014-03-10 08:14 pm (UTC)Would he regret this later? Would she? No. Not a chance. The thought was so clear, so rational that Valerie gasped. Buried her face against his chest and tried to hold onto reality before the butterflies in her stomach turned into baby pterodactyls and left her a jittering mess. She wanted to touch him back, to feel him beneath her finger tips, against her tongue. Yet there was fear. What if she was simply reading the signals wrong? What if this was just how people danced together and it meant nothing more, nothing less?
Brian’s hot breath against her ear immediately sent warmth to pool in the pit of her stomach, and if Valerie were being blunt, a little further down than that too. She meant to bite her lip and yet ended up mouthing gently at his chest, teeth barely grazing but lips softly pressing against his shirt. When his mouth found her ear she felt the moan in her throat more than she actually heard it, stifled as it was against him. The sensations were almost paradoxical, Valerie simultaneously felt weak and yet the most alive she’d felt in months. How could he do that by doing barely anything at all? How was it possible that her blood could boil from his attention like she’d sprinted across the whole dessert?
Valerie could barely contain her own actions but when he spoke… Oh, it did things to her.
Things that she couldn’t quite explain and really didn’t want too. Instead she went with the urges. Allowed herself the low growl of desire that rumbled within her chest even as her breath hitched. Let her fingers hook inside his waistband to map the slight curve and dip of his spine and back gently, only to pull him closer with a firm insistence. Tipped her head back just enough to blink up at him and ask carefully, “Are you sure?” Before temptation took hold and she turned her face into his arm. The blonde nuzzled at the exposed muscle thanks to his t-shirt, and delivered a wet, open mouthed kiss against it because she craved to taste the salty tang of his skin. Maybe she should have asked, but by the time filtered into her mind her tongue was already languidly exploring the flesh she’d captured between her lips.
This could be a huge mistake. It could be the emotional equivalent of an all out apocalypse. It could tear them apart worse than a demon attack. It could be a lot of things, but Valerie was tired of worrying about the potential for it all to explode in their faces. She wanted to believe instead.
Valerie chose to trust that it wouldn’t.