Post by Kathryn on Mar 31, 2006 19:13:43 GMT -5
He started innocently at first, which tugged at her heart with the gentle-ness of it all. She brushed hers back just as lightly and then he attempted to deepen the kiss and she let him. Oh Lord he tasted divine, and for a lack of knowing what to do with her hands she settled them on his hips, thumbs innocently stroking back and forth on the material that covered them.
The fact that the kiss forced her to breathe through her nose made him consume all of her senses, he was what she saw behind closed eyelids, and she could taste him in her mouth, with tint of a coppery taste still lingering on his tongue from whatever last meal, and that made Calypso undeniably want to get closer to him.
Removing one hand from his hips she placed it gently on the base of his neck but pressed down on it firmly, forcing him to follow her as she leaned her head back down on the earth. And oh dear, he was all she could feel, his chest pressed to hers and his scent filled her nose and gave her a heady feeling.
She was so dazed that it took her a moment to realize he'd bitten her tongue. First came the fear, and then....then she had to stop from laughing. He'd be sick pretty soon she knew. The only time it didn't bother a vampire to drink from a lycan, was when the lycan was already dead. She was very much alive and she planned to stay that way. To a vampire it would seem unfair as she could very well eat him alive if she wished and it would affect her none.
...Now the panic set in as she jerked her head to the side and tried to get away from him. As soon as he'd be sick he'd know what she was and he would attempt to kill her. And she didn't want to kill him. She wasn't sure why. He was a good kisser, and no one had ever kissed her like that before...but it was something else. And she certainly didn't want to be killed either. What to do? He was strong and he wasn't letting her shove him off.
The fact that the kiss forced her to breathe through her nose made him consume all of her senses, he was what she saw behind closed eyelids, and she could taste him in her mouth, with tint of a coppery taste still lingering on his tongue from whatever last meal, and that made Calypso undeniably want to get closer to him.
Removing one hand from his hips she placed it gently on the base of his neck but pressed down on it firmly, forcing him to follow her as she leaned her head back down on the earth. And oh dear, he was all she could feel, his chest pressed to hers and his scent filled her nose and gave her a heady feeling.
She was so dazed that it took her a moment to realize he'd bitten her tongue. First came the fear, and then....then she had to stop from laughing. He'd be sick pretty soon she knew. The only time it didn't bother a vampire to drink from a lycan, was when the lycan was already dead. She was very much alive and she planned to stay that way. To a vampire it would seem unfair as she could very well eat him alive if she wished and it would affect her none.
...Now the panic set in as she jerked her head to the side and tried to get away from him. As soon as he'd be sick he'd know what she was and he would attempt to kill her. And she didn't want to kill him. She wasn't sure why. He was a good kisser, and no one had ever kissed her like that before...but it was something else. And she certainly didn't want to be killed either. What to do? He was strong and he wasn't letting her shove him off.