|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 12, 2007 22:07:29 GMT -5
Jarrod could feel her against him as he kissed her. She was a unique combination of soft skin and muscular fitness. She was perfectly lean and strong, yet she was definitely feminine. It only made her all the more attractive to him. He kissed her temple as she kissed his neck, drawing her closer and kissing whatever he could reach. Her words, whispered over the hiss of the breaking waves, thrilled him more than she could know. "I love you too, Namir," he whispered back, kissing right below her ear. Unable to be away from her lips any longer, he brought one hand up, running it through her hair and cupping the back of her head, turning her so that their lips met once more in a heated kiss.
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 12, 2007 22:18:31 GMT -5
Namir was captivated in his kiss, and was electrified by every other he placed upon her. A cool breeze interwove its self through their tangled bodies. Namir shivered, unsure if it was from the breeze or the intense feeling. For a second she stopped, and rested her forehead against his. To alleviate him, she lowered herself so that she was now standing in front of him. Her delicate hands began to stroke his chest and muscles in a way that conveyed everything she felt for him, including the raging desire that now consumed her. Namir kissed every spot that she touched, and back up to his neck.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 12, 2007 22:23:43 GMT -5
The sea wind whipped around them as the two lovers kissed in the ocean. Jarrod's senses were alive with Namir, filled by her fully. He cared for nothing else right now, right here. Her slender fingers touching his skin, causing him to tense his muscles automatically due to the powerful feelings that surged through him. His mind spun with the possibilities, and the sight of the gorgeous girl kissing his chest, stroking his skin, excited him immensely. She wanted him just as much as Jarrod wanted her. A low, rumbling moan escaped him at her kisses and touch, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulders and neck. He noticed Namir's slight shiver and whispered between kisses, "Cold?"
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 12, 2007 22:34:58 GMT -5
Namir nodded, and graciously accepted the familiar envelop of Jarrod's arms. "Want to go inside where its warm?" Once again Namir couldn't help but try to entice him even more. Who could help it when they had this much sexual tension and an achingly handsome man at their fingertips? To at l east attempt to warm herself more for the second she huddled into him for warmth, tucking her arms between the two of them, getting as close as she possibly could to Jarrod. Half because she was cold, and half because it just felt so good to be close to him. Hopefully she would soon express her thanks for not only being her protector, but being there for her at a beckon call.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 12, 2007 23:11:40 GMT -5
He nodded. "That might be a good idea," he whispered, his lips tickling her skin. Jarrod's mind flew ahead to what could happen, and the idea elated and slightly terrified him. Unlike his comrades on the beach, Jarrod had never slept around with girls. Namir was the first he had really gotten involved with. As she snuggled close, Jarrod reached down and scooped her up in his arms, bringing her out of the water. She was beautiful to him, perfect in every way, her dark hair shining sleekly across his arm, her body supple and light. Leaning down, he kissed her longingly, then stopped. He didn't want to get ahead of himself. Slowly, his eyes on hers, he walked out of the water, the surf hissing around his bare feet, and towards the dunes where his house lay. As he walked, he passed their various articles of clothing lying on the beach. So enthralled was he in Namir that he didn't even notice. The tides slowly crept up, beginning to envelope his boxers in the salty water. Oh well. He had more clothes at home. But Jarrod had a sneaking suspicion that he and Namir wouldn't really be thinking of clothes too much.
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 13, 2007 8:13:55 GMT -5
This is really happening isn't it... Namir couldn't be any more happy than she was at this moment, her thoughts rushed together and tangled like the two lycans would in a few minutes. Suprisingly, Namir had infact not slept with Auron - or anyone for that matter, she'd been waiting for their wedding night. In the back of her mind her conscience nagged this thought into existance, and Namir did all she could to sweep it away. She gazed back into the face of the man holding her, and all of the thoughts she'd just had had disappeared, a warm sensation occupying her cheeks instead. Without a doubt, she wanted this right now more than she'd ever wanted it. Her desire was that of the ravenous wolf that slept deep in her chest. As they proceeded up the beach, Namir was able to see all of their clothing scattered about without breaking her gaze from Jarrod. This activity didn't really include clothing anyways. Smiling, she realized that she would have to borrow something of Jarrod's since that was the only pair of clothes that she had with her, and she had to be careless with them. Certainly she wouldn't walk around naked as much as he would enjoy that. To urge him further she began to trickle her nails down his back and shoulders, over the muscles that rippled with every step he took towards the shack. She prayed Marvin would still be occupied with his nut and leave the two to themselves. One could only hope, right?
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 13, 2007 9:10:27 GMT -5
Her fingers on his skin drove him on, and he stepped on the porch and into the house, closing the door behind him. An irritated skwawk followed the gentle click of the doorknob as Marvin realized he was not invited. Ruffling his feathers, he flew off to go bother someone else. Jarrod smiled down at the girl in his arms, his eyes soft and green. It was then that he realized there was no bed in the house; he had always slept in a hammock. That would not do. A flush creeping into his cheeks, he smiled a bit bashfully at her, not daring to let his eyes wander too far. "Ummm, Namir? Are you sure?" he whispered. Skinny dipping was one thing; this was a complete other thing. She seemed to want it as much as he did, and he wanted it a lot. But he also didn't want to force her into anything. Still holding her in his muscular arms, he waited for her response, standing in the kitchen, in the dark. The pale light of the stars shone in the window and cast the whole scene into a surreal silver haze. The night was perfect, just like his Namir.
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 13, 2007 20:19:25 GMT -5
"I'm sure. This is my gift to you." She stroked his chin and softly giggled, "Are you?". Namir could tell he wanted it, and she could also tell he too had never done anything quite like this. Jarrod was being extremely chivalrous and cute, it honored her that he would at least give her time to consider before just "plowing to it." Another part of her wished that he'd let his eyes wander, and be unafraid of what now approached, maybe it was just her personality. But then again, she hadn't let her eyes rove quite yet, even as curious as they were, it would be more obvious for her after all. What the hell... why am I even thinking that? she wondered. Namir hadn't seen this part of her personality, and it kind of shocked her that she could be this ballsy. So many different thoughts and possibilities were roving through her mind, and her desire was just getting worse thinking of them.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 13, 2007 22:19:17 GMT -5
"More than anything," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her deeply. Holding her in his arms, he was aware of her presence, her scent. His hand stroked her arm, his thumb running along her silky skin. She was so beautiful, his Namir, and his heart warmed, beating faster as thier lips locked together. Both longed for the same thing; both were reluctant to take it. Jarrod walked over to the large, overstuffed chair that sat in the room, sitting down and pulling her with him. His mind wandered to places formerly untouched; he tried not to get involved with girls. But Namir was different. He sat there, his kisses becoming more and more passionate with every second that passed. Jarrod still wondered how this would work out. The floor was rather uncomfortable, but a hammock would be disasterous. For now, his mind was wholly on Namir, and her lips, her touch.
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 14, 2007 8:01:51 GMT -5
(wow, Jarrod. you don't even have a couch? lol) Jarrod grasped her naked body, and she pressed her self close to him still in the chair. It didn't bother her, but rather puzzled her that he didn't have at least a couch and kind of made her laugh. The passion was raging through her veins, her eyes had a begging and longing lurking behind them. Her spindly fingers snaked their way over Jarrod's body as she sat across his lap facing him. Namir pulled him closer whispering lover's secrets into his ear, letting her hands roam where she pleased. The glorious moon cast its silvery blue beams into the room, the two were out of the beams and into the shadow where they ventured into the world unknown together. ****************************************************** The next morning Namir woke up on the floor with a sleeping Jarrod wrapped around her. Gently she kissed his forehead and snuck her way out of his heavy, loving grasp. Marvin was clacking at the window with his beak, begging to be let in. Namir opened the door and the graceful blue bird perched himself on one of the kitchen chairs, she grabbed one of the nuts in a bag on the bar and gave it to him. Opening the fridge door she began to look for something edible. A carton of eggs rested on the shelf, quickly she grabbed them and a pack of cheese and grabbed a frying pan, a spatula and some oil from its cabinet below. Before she started cooking she set the table, with an anxious Marvin still clacking his beak at her, at least he wasn't sqwaking yet. Namir fixed a couple sunny side up eggs and then made some of them scrambled with cheese, hoping Jarrod would be okay with that. Wow, this really made her feel weird, she was cooking in another man's kitchen for him. Odd. She fixed herself some coffee and went to sit in the overstuffed armchair to watch him sleep and drink her coffee. He looked so peaceful sleeping.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 14, 2007 14:48:37 GMT -5
It had certainly been a night to remember. Jarrod was lost in Namir, and he never wanted to be found. The love between them had grown as they whispered to each other. He exulted in her, in her body, in her touches, and he let her know how much she meant to him. Finally, after blissful hours and countless kisses, the two lovers had fallen asleep in each others arms, mindless of the world.
--------------------
The sun streamed through the salty windows, shining down on Jarrod. His built chest slowly rose and fell with every breath, his eyes closed peacefully. Slowly he awoke. He couldn't recall what had awoken him: the sweet smell of coffee or the sun in his eyes. Blinking his green eyes, he smiled at the remembrance of the night. But Namir was not in his arms. For a second panic rose in him. Had the vampires come again? But then he saw her, raidant and beautiful sitting in his chair. Getting up, he kissed her on the forehead. "You should have woken me up; you didn't have to fix breakfast," he murmured in a low tone. Marvin sat on the table, cocking his head from side to side at the two. Ruffling his feathers, he pilfered the bag of nuts and began to eat one, holding in his foot and cracking the shell with his blunt beak. "What's for breakfast?" Jarrod asked teasingly. Without waiting for a response, he kissed her fully on the lips. Gently drawing back, he said with his classic lopsided grin, "Mmmm Namir. My favorite."
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 14, 2007 21:58:52 GMT -5
Namir kissed him while smiling and letting out a small chuckle, "Good morning." She took another sip of her coffee and sat it on the floor beside the chair. She rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around his waist, the sun had warmed his skin. "I didn't want to wake you, I figured it'd be nicer for you to sleep a little longer. You looked peaceful." Peace, dear god, that wasn't a word they used often, if ever. Right now, it didn't matter. A strange smile slipped across her face as she thought about last night. She could feel the blush creeping up-- "Hey, um.." she said looking down at her still naked figure, "I need to borrow some clothes.." She smiled sheepishly, "The tide probably carried them away." All she had left of her clothes were her knives and boots that rested in the corner behind the door.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 15, 2007 0:25:08 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled back, his eyes soft with love for her. "It isn't often that I wake up to find an amazingly stunning girl cooking me breakfast," he said. As a smile crept across her face he knew she was thinking of their wonderful night together, and he couldn't help but match her look with one of his own. Oh yes, clothes. "I noticed," he commented dryly, kissing her forehead again, "but you can certainly borrow some clothes. Maybe after breakfast we'll go get you some new ones, okay?" Jarrod knew girls liked to shop; but Namir wasn't like most girls. Still, he was prepared to do whatever she wanted today. Walking through the door that separated his room from the rest of the couch, he pulled on a pair of red boxers with black shark teeth on them. Grabbing up a pair of pants and a shirt, he came back. "Well.....I think I'm a lot bigger than you, so these will be far too large. But you can always hitch up the pants with this belt," he offered, handing her a brown leather belt. He really never used it; he didn't even know why it was in his closet.
|
|
|
Post by Namir Black on Nov 15, 2007 7:55:31 GMT -5
They were always smiling at each other, she noticed, she couldn't help it, but it was kind of nice. Atleast it wasn't them arguing all the time, she preferred the smiling to anything. At his comment Namir replied, "Thank you. I try. Its not really that often that I cook anyways, and its repaying the favor for when you cooked for Pete and I." When Jarrod returned from his room with clothes, Namir gratefully excepted them, and slipped on the pants that sunk on her slenderly curvaceous frame. The bottoms had two or three inches excess of fabric, but the hips only had about one, surprised about how well they fit she goffed. "My mom always used to say that when she wore my dad's pants that they'd fit differently even though they were the same weight, something about womens weight proportion. I never really was able to apply that until now." She took the shirt from him also, it didn't fit as well as the jeans did, it was baggy and hung loosely on her. Hey, at least they're comfortable. The shirt was soft on her smooth skin, it didn't fit as well as hers, but it smelled like Jarrod and was comfortable so she didn't mind at all. There was a couple of vital things missing that she knew she couldn't borrow from Jarrod, she felt a little more exposed than usual and would feel really awkward later when they went out, a bra was the first thing on her list. Shopping also wasn't really her thing, but she couldn't steal his clothes while they stayed here, she needed some of her own. "Thank you, love." she nipped his chin lovingly between her forefinger and thumb. "Care to join me for breakfast?" She picked up her coffee and padded over to the table to sit in one of the kitchen chairs beside the one that Marvin was perched on the back of.
|
|
|
Post by Jarrod on Nov 16, 2007 7:43:20 GMT -5
Jarrod watched as she tried on the jeans; surprisingly they fit her fairly well. But he knew that she still needed 'woman things'. He generally avoided going anywhere near those areas when shopping, but he supposed he'd get dragged into the dreaded bra section today. Though she wasn't in designer outfits, or even in her usual attire, Jarrod still thought Namir looked lovely. "Why thank you, I would love to," he said, sitting down beside her. "Behave, Marvin," he warned as the sapphire bird went to steal some food. Acting innocent, Marvin puffed up his feathers and waddled across the table, sitting on the chair opposite him. He was a funny bird, Jarrod reflected, but could hardly come with him in the travels that would more than likely ensue. As much as he hated to, he had an inner premonition that he would have to find another home for Marvin, at least for now.
|
|