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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 20:02:23 GMT -5
Her body was warm and soft against his, her hands pulling him towards her. He sucked in a quick breath as she kissed him deeply. His head spun with pleasure as he leaned in to the kiss, her lips intoxicating and sweet. When she pulled away, he said, "No, that would not be. I don't think you could accidentally do that, either." She was so beautiful, in a wild and dangerous way. Jarrod knew that at any moment she could bite him, but he trusted her not to. "Oh, so you want more, do you?" he asked, his voice smooth and seductive.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
Namir yearned to bite him, her body ached to do it, but of course she liked Jarrod too much to go against his wishes just yet. She wanted to be with him, and was even more concerned for his safety, she'd feel better if he had more security by being a lycan. "Yes, I'd love more actually." she said in a pleased manner. "How much more can you give me?" she drug her nail gently down his side.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 20:19:47 GMT -5
"Well how much more do you want?" he asked, kissing her lips lightly. His green eyes swept over her, enjoying her nearness and her touch. They came back to her eyes again. Jarrod saw the same burning desire he felt mirrored in her eyes. His heart beat rapidly, his skin warm and tingling at the touch of her fingers. His hand brushed against her side. He could feel some muscle on her waist, hidden beneath her soft curves. Jarrod liked it when girls had a little muscle. He longed to kiss her again, but he restrained himself, waiting to see what she would do.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 20:29:37 GMT -5
"Oh, I want alot." she admitted, her face slightly flushing. Namir laid back on the sand, her hair billowing out around her head like a silky black cloud. She took his hand in hers and traced her features, never breaking her gaze into his eyes, she moved from her chin down her neck, on her sides, and down her thighs, kissing his finger tips gently she let him go. She reached up tenderly pulling him down and kissed him passionately, her lips parting slightly.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 20:40:04 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. She was bold, very bold. He let her guide his hand, feeling the perfection in her face, the delicate strength in her neck, the smooth suppleness of her legs. He felt the heat rise in his neck, tinging his face pink, creating a smouldering lump in his stomach. Jarrod met her lips, his passion matching hers. Lying down next to her, he propped himself up on one elbow, moving her chin up with his hand so he could kiss her better. Drawing back a bit, he looked down at her, his green eyes dancing with boyish glee. "Is that enough for you?" he teased.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 20:52:06 GMT -5
Yes, she was very bold, however there's not much you can do with raging hormones and an absolutely beautiful guy wanting to wrap his arms around you. "The question is, what is enough." she had a sarcastic smile on her face. She pulled him down and kissed him apologetically and began to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, letting her hands have free range of his body. Namir kissed the tensed muscles of his arms and the bend of his elbow, then letting her eyes drift up to him again lovingly, so much feeling she tried to burn into his being, only to hope that it was returned.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 20:55:44 GMT -5
He lay beside her, his head above hers, his whole being raging with desire as her silky voice tickled his ear. Jarrod longed to do so much, but he held back. He had only known her one night; he had never done this before. Her hands moved over his chest, stroking the muscles in a very pleasing way. He leaned down and kissed her again, longer this time, bringing a hand up to cup her face, his mouth covering hers. He rejoiced in her lips, her touch, her gaze, so inviting.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 21:03:57 GMT -5
Namir sweetly nuzzled his nose and kissed it. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, love" she whispered. Namir in truth had never done anything like this either, much less on the beach. As Jarrod kissed and caressed her she felt everything inside of her light up, she wouldn't move on if she never had to.. The thought entered her mind, they'd have to leave soon.. she had to look away for a few seconds, concentrating on the waves, almost wishing to be drug under.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 21:12:52 GMT -5
He smiled softly back at her. "I want to be doing this, that's for sure," he whispered back, kissing her lips again. Drawing back after a few seconds, he watched her, content to memorize her features; the way her eyes wrinkled at the corners when she smiled, the gentle waves of her soft hair, the tender lines of her mouth. Jarrod saw her look away, gazing a bit sadly at the ocean. "What's wrong beautiful?" he said gently, kissing her pink cheek.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 21:18:11 GMT -5
"I'll have to leave." her mouth pulled down at one corner, the light of her expression shrouded by a veil of depression. "And I don't want to have to leave you here." her voice cracked a little, and she cleared her throat. The last thing she needed was to lose it right now, she wasn't supposed to be like this, Namir hardly ever got upset to this point, it was hard enough for her to get angry. Her brow furrowed a little, trying to figure out a solution.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 26, 2007 21:31:59 GMT -5
Putting his arms around her, Jarrod hugged her comfortingly. "It's okay," he murmured. She seemed very upset about it. "I know it will be sad, but I am sure you will travel on and live through," he said softly, "after all, it's not like I've known you for a long time. You've only been here a day." He was a bit upset with himself for letting his emotions carry him away like that. Jarrod never lost his cool; being a lifeguard taught him to roll with the punches. So he held her, gently rocking her in his strong arms.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 27, 2007 6:59:44 GMT -5
"You're right," she admitted. Namir felt his comforting grasp around her pale shoulders, she needed to start prying her mind and herself away now. She looked penetratingly into Jarrod's eyes, and kissed him deeply, the stroked his shoulder lovingly, and then rose to her feet slowly. "Its time to move on." Namir couldn't stay, even if she hadn't known Jarrod that long, she knew she would get wrapped up even more, and it would be even harder if she didn't leave soon. "Take care of Pete. Whatever he might need you for for the time being." her glance fell on his figure in the sand once again, the way the wind played with his hair was enchanting, even the way the grains of sand skittered around his feet. Namir looked at him deeply, and slowly she walked off into the woods, turning her back on the ocean.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 27, 2007 8:29:37 GMT -5
He was rewarded with the feel of her lips against his and her hand on his skin. Then she left. Jarrod stared at her for a few seconds, his mind refusing to comprehend what she was doing. As she talked of taking care of Pete, he scrambled to his feet, sand falling from his back as he stood. With a last look that spoke so much to him, she was gone. He reached out his hand a bit, as if to hold onto her, to not let her go. But then he dropped it, shoulders slumping in defeat. She had to leave; for both of them. Jarrod doubted he would see her again. He gazed out onto the ocean, as he always did when an emotional conflict arose. His turmoiled soul slowly began to soften, to become more peaceful. He saw the white outline of Pete, still swimming in the ocean. "Pete!" he called, his voice a bit thick with emotion, "Let's go!"
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 27, 2007 15:42:13 GMT -5
*********************************************************** Namir sat in her wolf form at the edge of the forest, her golden eyes hushed by the darkness. Her silky black form couldn't be seen from the house, or so she hoped. No one said she had to leave Jarrod, but she knew it would be best for him, she'd be too tempted to change him, and wanted him to still be able to do the things he loved along the beach, even if those plans excluded her, all she wanted was for him to be happy. She sat and watched over the shack, the yellow hue from its windows spilling out to warm the darkness. Namir watched as Marvin's brilliant blue figure flew about the house his marvelous wings flapping to land on another perch. Namir heaved a whine, why couldn't she have just stayed? Atleast this way, temporarily she could just make sure he was safe. Her heart heaved with sadness, she passed from one worry to another, and cursed herself for being so frivolous and falling into the bear trap that was her emotion. In the back of her mind she knew that he wouldn't leave, and that it wouldn't happen, but she didn't listen, letting her heart lead her. She glanced back at the tossing waves, seeing Jarrod calling out to Pete. Pete, she'd almost forgotten about him, what had he thought of this whole affair? Jarrod had made everything else dissolve around her, he could've drowned and she wouldn't have noticed, this made even more guilt weigh down on her shoulders. Maybe Jarrod wouldn't notice if she slipped inside while he was sleeping. Wolf breaking and entering, now that's interesting...
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Post by Pete on Sept 30, 2007 19:46:34 GMT -5
Pete had long since swam back to shore. He leaned against the side of Jarrod's shack, trying to keep alert in case the building decided to cave in from the stress. He watched the two, his mind drifting off. The first thing that entered his mind was Arai. That night in the woods, it kept playing back and forth in his mind. Embracing her small delicate frame, he was lost in the moment. He leaned in closer and closer, his lips meeting hers. It seemed as if time had slowed just for them. Pete's eyes staring off into the night, unseeing. As Namir walked off into the woods, he snapped back to reality, falling to his knees. A moment later the white wolf dashed down the beach into the darkness. Catching up to his prodige, he shed his wolf form and walked up next to the girl. He knew the ordeal wasnt easy for her. He put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort Namir. "You want to talk?"
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