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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 11, 2008 17:57:53 GMT -5
Haruka hadn't known it was her own voice that he heard when she thought; although as soon as she realized it she saw that it was obvious. She wished that she could hear his thoughts. It would amaze her to hear his thought trails, and how he puts all those things together. What he's thinking as he does something, and how he weighs and compares. What he's feeling right now. Haruka was sure that she was more "excited" then him; he was going so slow it was driving her insane, he was handling her like a soap bubble about to pop; and yet maybe that was what made it so pleasurable. Agonizingly pleasurable. Painfully pleasurable. Pure torture.
But why wasn't he touching her?---besides the kisses and holding. Did he think she didn't want him? Did he think that she was afraid? She gently pulled her lips away from his, measuring his expression for second, still breathing fast. "But Emro I don't just understand trust, I do trust. I trust you. I love you," she whispered, placing a hand on his cheek and searching his eyes. She wanted to prove to him that she trusted him; to her, words never seemed enough. Words could be lies, and so could thoughts; and although the perspective of an action could change, it will always remain the same, if only in a different light.
And so, with his own words in her head---there is no shame in seeing a body how it is---she backed away about an inch and closed her eyes, beginning to fidget with the buttons of her nightgown. However, she was so nervous---her face so red, her hands shaking---that her once calm and somewhat stubborn expression slipped into distress as her hands weren't steady enough to undo the second button. She dramatically dropped her hands back onto the bed, grabbing a clump of comforter in her hand. She was so embarrassed that her face felt like it was on fire, which only caused her to squeeze her eyes tighter shut. "Um," she mumbled, then nervously swallowed. "Can you help me?" Her voice trembled; she was so humiliated. She'd wanted to prove something to him, to give him something, to open up to him more, but her stupid hands wouldn't let her. She refused to open her eyes, a blush almost to her collarbone.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 11, 2008 19:51:12 GMT -5
Emro knew that he wanted to do...things to her. To be lustful like the people he saw. He knew from Haruka's mind that she wanted him to. It was him afraid of her, he was just afraid in general. Emro afraid of something as simple as...love? The spur of the moment. Of course Emro had all the knowledge in him, he lacked one thing. The drive. The drive was hidden inside of him. Greed, pride, wrath, sloth, gluttony and lust, Emro knew not those things, only Envy. Emro slowly knew of greed and wrath. Elspeth and C.C gave him greed, and Haruka gave him wrath. What else would he learn? He only saw girls as another human being. Would he see them, as a male would see them? Love. This new feeling would soon grow. Emro was so... innocent. Everything to him was literal, or was it, that he wasn't sure Haruka really trusted him. Was he afraid that it wasn't what she wanted him to do? Afraid of messing up? There was only one way to find out.
Emro stared into her beautiful violet eyes, acessing her mind, searching for the answer. What was Haruka really thinking?
Emro's face became a bright red. He heard the thought, the words he said to her earlier There is no shame in seeing a body how it is... Haruka was going to expose herself to him. His eyes watched her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her gown. How embaressed she must feel right now. Her face was red and her hands were shaking uncontrolably.
Emro was completely lost for words. She wanted him to help her? Help her undress herself. What a strange request. He nodded, still lost for words. Worried that anything he'd say would just be a jumble of mush. Emro scooted closer to her and his hands reached for the buttons. One by one he unbuttoned her gown. His eyes darted away from the newely uncovered flesh, but she wanted him to see. Him to see her flawless milky flesh. Soon, his long forgotten urges awakened. Urges to touch her skin.
In a few moments, her gown was completely unbuttoned. Emro studied her form, and waited to hear her thoughts of what she wanted him to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 11, 2008 20:54:34 GMT -5
"Emro," she whispered, because it was dead silent. She slowly peaked through her eyelids, seeing him there, looking flustered. "You know what this reminds me of?" she said softly, getting a sly look in her eyes, wanting to break the ice. "That one movie, 'What Women Want', with Mel Gibson?" She struggled not to laugh. "I hope you don't dance around in pantie-hoes when you're drunk, though; 'cause that'd just be crossing the line. Really, no shame in the body, he says; but cross dressing and singing to Meredith Brooks? Awk-ward~" She giggled and then leaned forward and tenderly kissed his lips.
She pulled back and sighed. "I'm still me," she whispered, looking down at the comforter, and fiddling with the end of her disregarded sleeve. "You can just see more of me here, that's all." She blushed again, glancing up at him for an instant then staring back down. After a moment she asked: "Do you even want me at all?" It was so quietly said it was almost inaudible. Maybe he'd just wanted to 'fix' her, nothing more. Maybe he didn't want her because she wasn't pure. Tears began to well up in her eyes. It wasn't my fault, she protested in her head. Oh, don't be a wuss, another voice seemed to scowl in reply. She reached over and began to pinch her own arm, trying to make it stop.
I'm so stupid...
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 12, 2008 1:30:01 GMT -5
Emro tilted his head. Sadly he didn't know the movie, it wasn't horror nor slasher. Emro never watched a comedy movie, well..horror was comedy to him. He always laughed when someone died. People were stupid.
Emro laughed at the image of a drunk man dancing around in pantiehoes. What would he be like when he was drunk? Maybe he'd be humorous, or..nothing at all. He'd be him. The same old poker face, the same old lurker and watcher. Nothing more, nothing less.
Emro did want her. He wanted her very bad. Ever watching, he traced the tears with her eyes. If he just...if he just would come out of his shell and do something daring. Do something unexpected. Stop being a whiped puppy wanting to change the world, because people are rotting it and causing suffering. Just embrace his emotions and be a normal hormonal teenage boy.
Something good happened to him for once. Why doesn't he embrace her like all the other good things that happened to him. His two powers he loved and adored. Can't he just do the same to a half naked beautiful girl pratically giving herself to him.
Lust...
Then something awakened deep inside of him. Something he thought he'd never do. Emro spoke two simple words "I do"
He leaned forward pressing his two hands on her shoulders, slipping down her gown to expose her top half. Emro pushed her down onto the silky comforter, and embarced her with a longing deep kiss.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 12, 2008 7:24:01 GMT -5
Haruka did wonder what he was like when he was drunk; and if she should offer a beaverage or two---she knew she had a wine bottle somewhere in this ruckus. He was so unsure and somewhat tense that it made Haruka think a moment; well... he had said that was his first kiss... maybe we should wait.
And that was when Emro basically pinned her down, melting away all her thoughts of time. She moaned softly under his lips, kissing him back, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. "Emro..." she sighed, but didn't continue further, because that was all she'd wanted to say. She just liked the feel of his name on her lips, that she could say it, that he was there.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 12, 2008 10:17:41 GMT -5
Emro leaned down and moved his lips close to her's, barely touching. He whispered softly something he never thought that he would say. "I want to share this night with you" After saying that he kissed her lips tenderly, and held the kiss for a moment. Savoring her taste. His fingers ran along her collarbone, tracing them softly.
He pulled the kiss away and said her name softly. "Haruka, I love you so much" Emro smiled and remained ontop of her. The warmth her body was giving of, and the idea of her body warming his, and visa vera. A realization sparked in his head. Emro realized what he should do next. Slowly he leaned up and threw off his shirt.
Feint cut scars were randomized along his arms and indents on his back. The scars of his past. Emro never thought much of them
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 12, 2008 17:41:46 GMT -5
Her heart fluttered when he said those words, so simple and yet meaning so much, and it felt like she was falling apart when their lips met once more. When his fingers trailed along her collarbone a shiver of a coldness shot down her spine, followed by an injection of heavenly warmth that spread to every part of her body. Haruka began to gasp again.
Was he teasing her? Because she felt like he was; especially when he pulled away. She couldn't even reply to his lovely words this time, her lack of air would've made the speech incoherent. She tried to calm herself down, feeling---because of his mellow manner---that she was over reacting again.
But when he took his shirt off, the phrase: Great Scott! shot through her head; an expression she didn't think she'd ever used before. She couldn't even see his scars in the moonlight, all she saw was bliss just out of her reach. She let out a whisper-shout, flinging the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically, the other at her pounding heart; acting like she'd been shot. With her eyes closed, and her face twisted in mock agony, she paused a second and then whispered, "You just killed me with kindness." Just in case he didn't notice. She peaked through one eye in a flash, and then proceeded to play dead. Her cheeks were still red from the acceleration of her heart, and she had to hold her breath to keep from gasping, so that she could remain completely still. It seemed like every inch in her body was screaming to be touched, and yet all he'd touched was her collar bone. So tenderly. It was driving her insane. And that, she felt, at this moment, on this threshold between bliss and heartbreak, that was what might actually be the death of her: any and all lack of Emro.
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