"Well, I don't really want to go anywhere, and I don't remember where I put the board games." Drev picked up the remote again and handed it to
Wren "Why don't you find something, and I promise I won't complain.Even if it's a musical."
"Why did you have to put that idea in her head? You should have just kept your mouth shut!"
Self Pity, Anyone?
Wren sat with her body wedged into the corner of the couch that was serving as her bed. Her heels were tucked so close to her butt that she was almost sitting on them, her right hand held a spoon and her left was curled posessively around a carton of chunky Monkey icecream. She had come straight home, Drev had still been asleep, and taken off her prim skirt and jacket in exchange for yoga pants and a sappy movie marathon on Lifetime.
She sniffled at Renee Zelweiger told Tom Cruise to shut up, when Drev padded softly into the room.
"You're out of ice cream." She sniffled and put a spoon full of chocolate vanilla and banana into her mouth. "I'll buy you more when I go back out." She spoke around her mouthful, her voice watery and sniffled again.
Milazo
18 years ago
Wren
18 years ago
Wren chuckled and took the remote, and pulled up the menu. As she flipped trough the channels, her body began to settle down and her stomach unclenched. She held her teeth together and they relented their chattering. She found a channel that was showing Wedding Singer and brought it up, making the menu go away.
"I love the music in this movie."
They were near the beginning when Robbie is left standing at the alter by the psycho Linda.
"I love the music in this movie."
They were near the beginning when Robbie is left standing at the alter by the psycho Linda.
Milazo
18 years ago
“This is a good movie,” Drev said with a smile.
"Yeah, that was a great job of thinking about others you did there with that movie," a voice scolded Drev. "Or was it because you thought she'd throw herself upon you? Why don't you just ask her to sit in your lap--"
"Shut up!" Drev forced the voice quiet, then worked on calming his pounding chest. He realized that he was gripping Wren's arm a little too tightly and
quickly relaxed his fingers.
"Damn, what was that about," he wondered.
"Yeah, that was a great job of thinking about others you did there with that movie," a voice scolded Drev. "Or was it because you thought she'd throw herself upon you? Why don't you just ask her to sit in your lap--"
"Shut up!" Drev forced the voice quiet, then worked on calming his pounding chest. He realized that he was gripping Wren's arm a little too tightly and
quickly relaxed his fingers.
"Damn, what was that about," he wondered.
Wren
18 years ago
Wren tilted her head back to look up at Drev. He seemed...out of sorts. She wondered if he was angry with himself for the movie. He shouldn't be, he had no idea..hell she had no idea, she would react that way. Still watery eyes studied his face, maybe she was just hoping he was angry with himself, since it didn't seem to show any longer.
"Are you alright, Drev?" For some reason that she couldn't explain, her voice had gone quiet.
"Are you alright, Drev?" For some reason that she couldn't explain, her voice had gone quiet.
Milazo
18 years ago
“Yeah, I'm alright," he said rather vaguely. He had a sudden and strong urge to lash out with his mind, to flex his telekinesis against something; it was almost like it was fighting to get out.
"I just got a headache out of nowhere," he said, basically contradicting what he'd just said about being fine. "I'm going to go get some Tylenol." He pulled his arm from around Wren, and felt strangely...empty... without her huddled against him. "You want anything while I'm up?" [i]he asked as he stood.
*"How 'bout a hard, thick--"*
"Shut the fuck up!" Goddamnit, why was this voice choosing this moment to torment him? All he wanted was to relax with his new friend, his new roommate, and watch a funny movie. Yeah, 'Devil's Rejects' hadn't been the best choice, but that's water under the bridge now. So what the fuck was the deal?
"I just got a headache out of nowhere," he said, basically contradicting what he'd just said about being fine. "I'm going to go get some Tylenol." He pulled his arm from around Wren, and felt strangely...empty... without her huddled against him. "You want anything while I'm up?" [i]he asked as he stood.
*"How 'bout a hard, thick--"*
"Shut the fuck up!" Goddamnit, why was this voice choosing this moment to torment him? All he wanted was to relax with his new friend, his new roommate, and watch a funny movie. Yeah, 'Devil's Rejects' hadn't been the best choice, but that's water under the bridge now. So what the fuck was the deal?
Milazo
18 years ago
“Yeah, I'm alright," he said rather vaguely. He had a sudden and strong urge to lash out with his mind, to flex his telekinesis against something; it was almost like it was fighting to get out.
"I just got a headache out of nowhere," he said, basically contradicting what he'd just said about being fine. "I'm going to go get some Tylenol." He pulled his arm from around Wren, and felt strangely...empty... without her huddled against him. "You want anything while I'm up?" he asked as he stood.
*"How 'bout a hard, thick--"*
"Shut the fuck up!" Goddamnit, why was this voice choosing this moment to torment him? All he wanted was to relax with his new friend, his new roommate, and watch a funny movie. Yeah, 'Devil's Rejects' hadn't been the best choice, but that's water under the bridge now. So what the fuck was the deal?
"I just got a headache out of nowhere," he said, basically contradicting what he'd just said about being fine. "I'm going to go get some Tylenol." He pulled his arm from around Wren, and felt strangely...empty... without her huddled against him. "You want anything while I'm up?" he asked as he stood.
*"How 'bout a hard, thick--"*
"Shut the fuck up!" Goddamnit, why was this voice choosing this moment to torment him? All he wanted was to relax with his new friend, his new roommate, and watch a funny movie. Yeah, 'Devil's Rejects' hadn't been the best choice, but that's water under the bridge now. So what the fuck was the deal?
Wren
18 years ago
"No thanks, I'm fine." 'Ok what's with the disappointment that he got up? I am not some love sick teenager that can't stand to be out of her lover's arms, nor am I stupid enough to think that this is more than just aftermath of such a big scare. So why do I want him to sit back down, right his second?'
She watched him move from the room and sat up fully. The floor was a mess. The popcorn seemed to have multiplied, then grew legs and walked all over the living room to find good places to nap. She sighed and climbed of the couch. Kneeling near the worst of it she began to scoop it up in her hands and put it into the bowl. This was so not what she wanted to be doing right now. '...What the fuck?!?!'
She watched him move from the room and sat up fully. The floor was a mess. The popcorn seemed to have multiplied, then grew legs and walked all over the living room to find good places to nap. She sighed and climbed of the couch. Kneeling near the worst of it she began to scoop it up in her hands and put it into the bowl. This was so not what she wanted to be doing right now. '...What the fuck?!?!'
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev didn’t even notice the popcorn as he stepped out of the living room and into the kitchen. He leaned on the counter, head lowered between his shoulders. He wanted to mentally lash out, to destroy something with a thought, but he couldn't. Not here.
"I bet you could use a good, violent, hair-pulling fuck right now, couldn't you big boy?"
Drev winced against the voice. He reached out - very carefully - with his telekinesis and pushed against the countertop with more and more force. It wasn't the same as the catharsis a sudden outburst would be, but just using it, venting it, was better than trying to hold it in. If unvented, it would probably explode when he least expected it to. It felt a lot like a restless leg muscle you might get in the middle of the night.
After a short while, he let up on the counter. But his mind still felt tense. Taking a deep breath, he brought his mental fist down on the counter with a loud thud, then barked a loud "Ow!" for good measure. That helped a little bit.
"But you still want to fu--"
Drev just ignored the voice now, and got his Tylenol. He swallowed them dry and went back into the living room.
"I bet you could use a good, violent, hair-pulling fuck right now, couldn't you big boy?"
Drev winced against the voice. He reached out - very carefully - with his telekinesis and pushed against the countertop with more and more force. It wasn't the same as the catharsis a sudden outburst would be, but just using it, venting it, was better than trying to hold it in. If unvented, it would probably explode when he least expected it to. It felt a lot like a restless leg muscle you might get in the middle of the night.
After a short while, he let up on the counter. But his mind still felt tense. Taking a deep breath, he brought his mental fist down on the counter with a loud thud, then barked a loud "Ow!" for good measure. That helped a little bit.
"But you still want to fu--"
Drev just ignored the voice now, and got his Tylenol. He swallowed them dry and went back into the living room.
Wren
18 years ago
The popcorn she was putting into the bowl flew out of her hands and back onto the floor, when the loud thump and ow came from the kitchen. She really needed to get over the whole jumping at sounds thing, that was beyond annoying. Then again, she'd been doing it her entire life. 'But this time that loud angry noise won't be followed by pain. I am safe, goddamnit. Safe.' She wasn't entirely sure she believed that, but she had to or she'd loose what little of her mind was left.
She set her fingers to picking up the popcorn again, crawling along on the floor to do so. She didn't hear or see Drev come back into the room.
She set her fingers to picking up the popcorn again, crawling along on the floor to do so. She didn't hear or see Drev come back into the room.
Milazo
18 years ago
When Drev came back into the living room, he saw Wren on her hands and knees, rear-end toward him. His own mind urged him to get down and help her
pick up the popcorn, but...
"Now that's a nice view, ain't it?"
That voice was pissing him off more and more. But what got his heart to thumping rapidly in his chest was the realization that he agreed with
it.
With a forceful mental shake, Drev stepped around her so they faced each other, and crouched down to help. He gathered the kernels into a pile, them
scooped them up and dumped them back in the bowl. He wanted to say something witty, but he couldn't conjure anything up. Hell, even something
stupid would have worked. But that voice from his past had left him a little scrambled.
pick up the popcorn, but...
"Now that's a nice view, ain't it?"
That voice was pissing him off more and more. But what got his heart to thumping rapidly in his chest was the realization that he agreed with
it.
With a forceful mental shake, Drev stepped around her so they faced each other, and crouched down to help. He gathered the kernels into a pile, them
scooped them up and dumped them back in the bowl. He wanted to say something witty, but he couldn't conjure anything up. Hell, even something
stupid would have worked. But that voice from his past had left him a little scrambled.
Wren
18 years ago
When all the kernels were back in the bowl she sat back on her ankles and looked at Drev. He seemed solemn somehow and she was sad that she'd caused that. Maybe she should just speak her mind and see what happened. 'Yes, because that has always worked well for you.'
"Are..are you ok? I heard a noise. Did you hurt yourself?"
This was really silly. She was just scared of herself and of him and of the movie and the noise and...and...of getting hurt. She liked this guy a LOT, but that wasn't any reason to conclude that in the three days she's known him that it meant more than friendship. She didn't want to get sucked into the same craptacular world of pain and rejection again. Once was enough. Mostly though she wanted to be stronger.
Strong enough to take a chance, strong enough to close the two feet between them and taste those worried lips, strong enough to not be scared of the pain that might cause. 'Alright Wren, you have fucking lost your goddamned mind. The best thing for you to do is to go in his kitchen, find the biggest bottle of booze you can and drink half the contents in one swallow.'
"Are..are you ok? I heard a noise. Did you hurt yourself?"
This was really silly. She was just scared of herself and of him and of the movie and the noise and...and...of getting hurt. She liked this guy a LOT, but that wasn't any reason to conclude that in the three days she's known him that it meant more than friendship. She didn't want to get sucked into the same craptacular world of pain and rejection again. Once was enough. Mostly though she wanted to be stronger.
Strong enough to take a chance, strong enough to close the two feet between them and taste those worried lips, strong enough to not be scared of the pain that might cause. 'Alright Wren, you have fucking lost your goddamned mind. The best thing for you to do is to go in his kitchen, find the biggest bottle of booze you can and drink half the contents in one swallow.'
Milazo
18 years ago
Hunkered down before her, Drev met her gaze. There was something on her mind, something she was struggling with.
"Nah, I'm alright. Just thumped my funny bone on the counter." He tried to smile, but it felt forced. Hopefully it looked genuine enough.
"Just get back up on the couch and finish watching the movie," he tried to tell himself. But he couldn't stop looking at her. Those eyes... it was almost like looking into a mirror. But vampires - at least Hollywood vampires - aren't supposed to see their reflection in a mirror. So then why did Wren's eyes feel so comfortable, familiar, and inviting to him?
"Nah, I'm alright. Just thumped my funny bone on the counter." He tried to smile, but it felt forced. Hopefully it looked genuine enough.
"Just get back up on the couch and finish watching the movie," he tried to tell himself. But he couldn't stop looking at her. Those eyes... it was almost like looking into a mirror. But vampires - at least Hollywood vampires - aren't supposed to see their reflection in a mirror. So then why did Wren's eyes feel so comfortable, familiar, and inviting to him?
Wren
18 years ago
"I hate it when that happens. Hurts like a son of a bitch." She dropped the last few kernels of popcorn into the bowl and then suddenly didn't know what to do with herself. Adam Sandler singing Love Stinks seemed grotesquely out of place in this moment. She knew, knew Drev was attracted to, he'd said as much. She also knew that attraction didn't amount to a hill of beans.
He had been so kind and giving and he'd only know her for what, three minutes? She found herself drawn to him. They seemed to share a sense of the world. They laughed at the same things, and shared the same stubborn streak.
His eyes were nearly the same color as her own and they felt like home every time she looked into them. Why was it then, she was so afraid of what that could mean? Wren sighed softly, she had fallen asleep on him, cried her eyes out to him, given him almost all of her deep dark secrets, and eaten all of his ice cream. Not to mention cowered in his arms like a little sissy baby.
Why did that scare her so very very much. "I'll tell you why." That little bitchy voice began. "It's because you have spent your life being tortured by men. First your brothers, then that asshole that hit it and quit it, and then that jumped up creep with the phone calls. Men are bad, bad evil things. This one is no different. He has a monster in is closet just like the rest of then. Be careful Wren, his closet could get you killed."
She wanted to throw something at that oh so right voice. Though she didn't really believe there was anything about Drev that would get her killed. She rocked back off of her ankles and pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes still boring into Drev's.
Open her mouth and talk, was what she should do. She just didn't know what to say. Maybe he could read it all right there in her eyes. 'No Drev, I don't just want to be your friend, but I'm too scared to tell you. Yes, please come over here and kiss me. Show me that there is such a thing as gentleness. Want me for who I am, and not just what my body can give you. Let me know there is more to men and women than hurt and pain.
Tell me all those lovely things that women like to hear. Touch me, love me, hold me when I cry. Seek revenge on those awful men that hurt me, bring me flowers, give me chocolates. Hold me when I wake up from "The Dream."'
Maybe just maybe it was right there in her eyes and she wouldn't have to say a word, but she also knew life just didn't work that way. Especially since she'd told him, in no uncertain terms, not to touch her unless she touched him first.
She had no other alternative in what she was to do next. Unless of course she wanted to spend her days in this house feeling like her skin was too tight and her lungs just wouldn't take in a breath. Nope, there was nothing left to do.
Wren uncurled from herself and crawled the two feet to where Drev knelt on the floor. Stopping she knelt before him, hands on her knees and licked suddenly dry lips. Blinking slowly she studied his face for a moment more. Looking for something that would give her the answers she needed with out having to ask the questions. But he just sat there watching her, waiting.
Her breath left her and her heart sped up as she leaned forward into him. Her bottom lip began a fine quiver as she pressed her lips gently to his. 'Oh, dear God in Heaven, I've just signed my own death warrant.'
He had been so kind and giving and he'd only know her for what, three minutes? She found herself drawn to him. They seemed to share a sense of the world. They laughed at the same things, and shared the same stubborn streak.
His eyes were nearly the same color as her own and they felt like home every time she looked into them. Why was it then, she was so afraid of what that could mean? Wren sighed softly, she had fallen asleep on him, cried her eyes out to him, given him almost all of her deep dark secrets, and eaten all of his ice cream. Not to mention cowered in his arms like a little sissy baby.
Why did that scare her so very very much. "I'll tell you why." That little bitchy voice began. "It's because you have spent your life being tortured by men. First your brothers, then that asshole that hit it and quit it, and then that jumped up creep with the phone calls. Men are bad, bad evil things. This one is no different. He has a monster in is closet just like the rest of then. Be careful Wren, his closet could get you killed."
She wanted to throw something at that oh so right voice. Though she didn't really believe there was anything about Drev that would get her killed. She rocked back off of her ankles and pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes still boring into Drev's.
Open her mouth and talk, was what she should do. She just didn't know what to say. Maybe he could read it all right there in her eyes. 'No Drev, I don't just want to be your friend, but I'm too scared to tell you. Yes, please come over here and kiss me. Show me that there is such a thing as gentleness. Want me for who I am, and not just what my body can give you. Let me know there is more to men and women than hurt and pain.
Tell me all those lovely things that women like to hear. Touch me, love me, hold me when I cry. Seek revenge on those awful men that hurt me, bring me flowers, give me chocolates. Hold me when I wake up from "The Dream."'
Maybe just maybe it was right there in her eyes and she wouldn't have to say a word, but she also knew life just didn't work that way. Especially since she'd told him, in no uncertain terms, not to touch her unless she touched him first.
She had no other alternative in what she was to do next. Unless of course she wanted to spend her days in this house feeling like her skin was too tight and her lungs just wouldn't take in a breath. Nope, there was nothing left to do.
Wren uncurled from herself and crawled the two feet to where Drev knelt on the floor. Stopping she knelt before him, hands on her knees and licked suddenly dry lips. Blinking slowly she studied his face for a moment more. Looking for something that would give her the answers she needed with out having to ask the questions. But he just sat there watching her, waiting.
Her breath left her and her heart sped up as she leaned forward into him. Her bottom lip began a fine quiver as she pressed her lips gently to his. 'Oh, dear God in Heaven, I've just signed my own death warrant.'
Milazo
18 years ago
"...hurts like a son of a bitch."
Drev heard the words, but as soon as he decided they didn't require a response, he let them drift right out of his head. There was a storm brewing and building behind Wren's eyes, and boy was it going to be a doozy!
He knew he should break the silence, maybe just get up and sit on the couch, do something to end this calm before the storm, because Drev could tell it
was headed somewhere that might end up hurting someone. But he just could not stop staring at Wren. Her eyes were piercing him, searching him for
something, something she seemed to need to find in him. As her eyes twitched back and forth, searching his face, his eyes, Drev felt a strong urge to wrap her in his arms.
There was something about her, maybe something within him perhaps, that made him want to protect Wren. He didn't pity her; he couldn't pity her strength, her conviction, her pride. Was it that he saw some of his own less-than-desirable youth in hers? He wanted to shelter her and keep her safe from all the pain, but he couldn't smother her either. Inviting her to live with him had opened the opportunity to keep a protective eye on her, yet allowed her freedom as well.
But had that been such a good idea? He was hell-bent on respecting her wishes to keep their friendship entirely platonic - the codes of Bushido required him to honor her wishes - so why had he willingly invited the temptation of her body within his home?
Because he desired more to protect her than to fuck her, that's why. Because he'd had a strong sense of honor forged into his being over the many centuries of his life. Because he'd given Wren his word that he would respect her wishes, and a samurai would rather take his own life than break his word. The temptations of the flesh could be ignored; the virtues of bushido could not.
But at the same time, Drev wanted to show Wren that not all men will hurt her. He wanted to tell her that he would never willingly bring pain to her. He would do everything in his power to keep her safe. He wanted to give her everything she needed.
"Good Christ, boy! Would you listen to yourself? Do you know what you're saying?"
But before he could dwell on these thoughts, Wren closed the distance between them. The movement almost startled him. Suddenly his nostrils were filled with her scent and it almost drove him mad. She was so close... if he just leaned forward....
It took all of Drev's discipline to keep himself from pulling her into his arms. Without noticing, Drev licked his lips as Wren licked her own.
The instant her lips touched his, the breath caught in his throat. Subconsciously, he'd expected, wanted this to happen, but he still couldn't believe it was happening. Her lips were soft, moist, and smooth. He felt himself reciprocate, press his barely parted lips gently into the kiss, his mind screaming at him the whole time.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he heard his mind shout, but he did not heed it. He was lost in Wren's kiss.
Drev heard the words, but as soon as he decided they didn't require a response, he let them drift right out of his head. There was a storm brewing and building behind Wren's eyes, and boy was it going to be a doozy!
He knew he should break the silence, maybe just get up and sit on the couch, do something to end this calm before the storm, because Drev could tell it
was headed somewhere that might end up hurting someone. But he just could not stop staring at Wren. Her eyes were piercing him, searching him for
something, something she seemed to need to find in him. As her eyes twitched back and forth, searching his face, his eyes, Drev felt a strong urge to wrap her in his arms.
There was something about her, maybe something within him perhaps, that made him want to protect Wren. He didn't pity her; he couldn't pity her strength, her conviction, her pride. Was it that he saw some of his own less-than-desirable youth in hers? He wanted to shelter her and keep her safe from all the pain, but he couldn't smother her either. Inviting her to live with him had opened the opportunity to keep a protective eye on her, yet allowed her freedom as well.
But had that been such a good idea? He was hell-bent on respecting her wishes to keep their friendship entirely platonic - the codes of Bushido required him to honor her wishes - so why had he willingly invited the temptation of her body within his home?
Because he desired more to protect her than to fuck her, that's why. Because he'd had a strong sense of honor forged into his being over the many centuries of his life. Because he'd given Wren his word that he would respect her wishes, and a samurai would rather take his own life than break his word. The temptations of the flesh could be ignored; the virtues of bushido could not.
But at the same time, Drev wanted to show Wren that not all men will hurt her. He wanted to tell her that he would never willingly bring pain to her. He would do everything in his power to keep her safe. He wanted to give her everything she needed.
"Good Christ, boy! Would you listen to yourself? Do you know what you're saying?"
But before he could dwell on these thoughts, Wren closed the distance between them. The movement almost startled him. Suddenly his nostrils were filled with her scent and it almost drove him mad. She was so close... if he just leaned forward....
It took all of Drev's discipline to keep himself from pulling her into his arms. Without noticing, Drev licked his lips as Wren licked her own.
The instant her lips touched his, the breath caught in his throat. Subconsciously, he'd expected, wanted this to happen, but he still couldn't believe it was happening. Her lips were soft, moist, and smooth. He felt himself reciprocate, press his barely parted lips gently into the kiss, his mind screaming at him the whole time.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he heard his mind shout, but he did not heed it. He was lost in Wren's kiss.
Wren
18 years ago
Her lips had been tentative, until he returned her advance. She moved in closer and let herself fill up with him. His smell, his taste, his touch. She pushed them up until they stood on their knees, chest to chest, hip to hip. Her world became nothing but him and this kiss. The parts of her body that were in contact with his felt on fire. Little flames burned solidly on her body, and she moaned softly. They frightened her, their presence said that this was more than just proving she could kiss him.
Shaking hands trailed up his arms to rest on his shoulder, to hold her in place and to give just one more point of contact. Her clothes seemed small and hot and uncomfortable. She had this intense desire to feel her skin against his, but first she needed to get over the fear of the fires.
Maybe if she held him to her long enough it they would die down and she could ask for more. A fine tremor began all over her body and she inched forward, smashing her breasts, until her body contacted his in one continuous line, she felt as though she would burn from the inside out. Fear colored her icy blue eyes as she opened them to look at Drev, as her lips still pressed gently to his.
Shaking hands trailed up his arms to rest on his shoulder, to hold her in place and to give just one more point of contact. Her clothes seemed small and hot and uncomfortable. She had this intense desire to feel her skin against his, but first she needed to get over the fear of the fires.
Maybe if she held him to her long enough it they would die down and she could ask for more. A fine tremor began all over her body and she inched forward, smashing her breasts, until her body contacted his in one continuous line, she felt as though she would burn from the inside out. Fear colored her icy blue eyes as she opened them to look at Drev, as her lips still pressed gently to his.
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev's eyes drifted closed as their bodies came together slowly. His lips pressed a little more firmly into hers, parting just a little more, deepening the kiss as the fires of his lust began to smolder within him. His strong hands came up to hold her waist and he was surprised at how small and vulnerable she felt in his grasp; it only made him want her more. But not because he wanted to take advantage of her apparent frailty. No, he wanted to bring out the strength he knew she had.
Suddenly, the weight of this kiss came down heavily on Drev. The fact that she was even allowing herself to do this must mean that she trusted him. This was by no stretch of the imagination just an innocent "thanks for flowers on my birthday" kiss. This was the real deal. She must feel comfortable and safe enough with him to set aside her fear of being hurt by a man. That alone stoked his desire to a searing flame. He had her trust, and he would cherish it like the priceless gift that it was.
Very carefully, very gently, he pulled her waist tighter against him. He was hot, so hot with all these clothes on... but if they took them off and he felt the skin of her body on his, he'd surely ignite. But her body just felt... right... against his. It felt like it belonged there.
It was then that Drev became aware of just what this contact was doing to him. And he only pulled her tighter against that growing arousal. He wanted to hide it, wished he could hide it... she probably doesn't want that.... this could be just a kiss... but goddamn, her lips, her scent, her breasts crushed against his chest, the gentle curve of her waist... how could she expect him not to be aroused by that?! But he also wanted her to be fully aware of what she did to him. If it was her wish to stop right now, he'd honor her of course, he'd somehow force himself away from her. Then what?
Without knowing exactly why, Drev slowly opened his eyes... and found Wren's piercing blue orbs boring into his.
Suddenly, the weight of this kiss came down heavily on Drev. The fact that she was even allowing herself to do this must mean that she trusted him. This was by no stretch of the imagination just an innocent "thanks for flowers on my birthday" kiss. This was the real deal. She must feel comfortable and safe enough with him to set aside her fear of being hurt by a man. That alone stoked his desire to a searing flame. He had her trust, and he would cherish it like the priceless gift that it was.
Very carefully, very gently, he pulled her waist tighter against him. He was hot, so hot with all these clothes on... but if they took them off and he felt the skin of her body on his, he'd surely ignite. But her body just felt... right... against his. It felt like it belonged there.
It was then that Drev became aware of just what this contact was doing to him. And he only pulled her tighter against that growing arousal. He wanted to hide it, wished he could hide it... she probably doesn't want that.... this could be just a kiss... but goddamn, her lips, her scent, her breasts crushed against his chest, the gentle curve of her waist... how could she expect him not to be aroused by that?! But he also wanted her to be fully aware of what she did to him. If it was her wish to stop right now, he'd honor her of course, he'd somehow force himself away from her. Then what?
Without knowing exactly why, Drev slowly opened his eyes... and found Wren's piercing blue orbs boring into his.
Wren
18 years ago
She wanted his hands to do more than hold her close, that too frightened her. What brought fearful tears to her eyes was the feel of what this kiss was doing to him, hot and hard between her hips. His eyes opening startled her and she jumped, ending their kiss. 'Oh, no. Damn it. This is wrong. He's wrong, I'm wrong. This strange feeling between my legs in wrong. Why does my stomach feel like some one is pulling on a string from between my legs? Oh this is all so wrong. Why do I want to do it again?'
She stayed where she was looking into his eyes, she did not understand what she saw there. She had seen lust, need,anger and even angry lust in a man's eyes, but this this...'what was that?' was so foreign to her. What was she supposed to do to make it go away? 'I don't want it to go away. It feels good to be looked at like that.'
Maybe now he would kiss her and she wouldn't have to push herself so hard. She could let him take over and she could just go along for the ride. 'No, no I want to...God! I don't know what I want to do. But sitting in the back seat is not where I want to be, not ever again.'
Her eyelids lowered in a slow blink, when they came up her eyes were on his lips, she wanted to feel those lips all over her body, feel him touch her, taste her, eat her with those lips. "Ok, what the hell does that mean?'
Maybe she should say something. But what would she say? "Take me I'm yours?' 'Please be gentle?' Good lord, she was an idiot sometimes. Instead she lifted her eyes to his once more, pleading for...for...something.
She stayed where she was looking into his eyes, she did not understand what she saw there. She had seen lust, need,anger and even angry lust in a man's eyes, but this this...'what was that?' was so foreign to her. What was she supposed to do to make it go away? 'I don't want it to go away. It feels good to be looked at like that.'
Maybe now he would kiss her and she wouldn't have to push herself so hard. She could let him take over and she could just go along for the ride. 'No, no I want to...God! I don't know what I want to do. But sitting in the back seat is not where I want to be, not ever again.'
Her eyelids lowered in a slow blink, when they came up her eyes were on his lips, she wanted to feel those lips all over her body, feel him touch her, taste her, eat her with those lips. "Ok, what the hell does that mean?'
Maybe she should say something. But what would she say? "Take me I'm yours?' 'Please be gentle?' Good lord, she was an idiot sometimes. Instead she lifted her eyes to his once more, pleading for...for...something.
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev felt his heart sink when the kiss was broken abruptly. She hadn't meant to pull away, he could see it in her face. She wanted more, but she was also afraid of these feelings and what they might mean. When she looked back up at him, he could see the plea in her eyes. She was waiting for him to declare his desires, declare his intentions. The ball was in his court.
The taste and feel of her kiss was still fresh on his lips. And that had only been a tentative, exploratory kiss. What if they both put all of their desire behind it....? The thought thrilled Drev more than he maybe would have liked. He was very wary of hurting this girl, whom he'd only known for... what, three days? And yet here he was, kneeling on the floor of his condo with her, his hands resting lightly on her waist but wanting to be all over her.
Without thinking, his hands fell away from her and hung at his sides while he considered her. Above all else, Drev wanted to make Wren feel safe. He wanted to show her that sex didn't need to be painful - well, at least not the bad kind of painful. Ever since she'd made it clear that she only wanted to be friends, he'd wanted to tell her, "But I can be different. I can show you how to enjoy the intimacy of a man. Just give me a chance!"
And the most surprising thing about it was that it wasn't because he just wanted a way to get into her pants. He was honestly doing this for her own benefit; a selfless act on his part to help bring her out from beneath the shadow of fear. If one wanted control of one's life, there could be no fear.
And looking into Wren's eyes, he could now see that she wanted him to bring her out, to take her by the hand and help her cast aside that fear. He put everything he could into his gaze, every reassuring thought, every compassionate impulse. He bared his heart to her in that gaze, and was confident that she would see all that he wanted.
Drev watched as the moisture in Wren's eyes spilled out and began a slow trickle down her cheek. His hands rose to wipe away the tears with the pads of his thumbs, but before he knew it, he was cupping her face and leaning forward. His lips brushed hers softly, barely more than a whisper across her lower lip, then they were pressing more firmly, parting just slightly, and it stole his breath away.
The taste and feel of her kiss was still fresh on his lips. And that had only been a tentative, exploratory kiss. What if they both put all of their desire behind it....? The thought thrilled Drev more than he maybe would have liked. He was very wary of hurting this girl, whom he'd only known for... what, three days? And yet here he was, kneeling on the floor of his condo with her, his hands resting lightly on her waist but wanting to be all over her.
Without thinking, his hands fell away from her and hung at his sides while he considered her. Above all else, Drev wanted to make Wren feel safe. He wanted to show her that sex didn't need to be painful - well, at least not the bad kind of painful. Ever since she'd made it clear that she only wanted to be friends, he'd wanted to tell her, "But I can be different. I can show you how to enjoy the intimacy of a man. Just give me a chance!"
And the most surprising thing about it was that it wasn't because he just wanted a way to get into her pants. He was honestly doing this for her own benefit; a selfless act on his part to help bring her out from beneath the shadow of fear. If one wanted control of one's life, there could be no fear.
And looking into Wren's eyes, he could now see that she wanted him to bring her out, to take her by the hand and help her cast aside that fear. He put everything he could into his gaze, every reassuring thought, every compassionate impulse. He bared his heart to her in that gaze, and was confident that she would see all that he wanted.
Drev watched as the moisture in Wren's eyes spilled out and began a slow trickle down her cheek. His hands rose to wipe away the tears with the pads of his thumbs, but before he knew it, he was cupping her face and leaning forward. His lips brushed hers softly, barely more than a whisper across her lower lip, then they were pressing more firmly, parting just slightly, and it stole his breath away.
Wren
18 years ago
She studied him as he seemed to take her in. In his eyes she saw so very many things. Passion, courage, care, love...love? Maybe concern was a better word for that. He wanted to help her. She could see that. He wanted to show her there was more to life than fear, more than looking over your shoulder and hiding under your bed.
She wanted to unlock her closet door and step out and he was handing her the goddamned key. Her body shook as hit thumbs slid across her cheeks. They were smoothly calloused and she figured it was from his martial arts. Then his lips were on her again and it made her heart sing.
Sing...music like none she had ever heard before. It buoyed her and carried her into his arms. Molding herself to him, she opened her mouth and soul to this careful, gentle man, who would do nothing to hurt her, ever. She knew that, trusted that, and believed in that with her entire being. This night would be her introduction to the real world.
She wanted to unlock her closet door and step out and he was handing her the goddamned key. Her body shook as hit thumbs slid across her cheeks. They were smoothly calloused and she figured it was from his martial arts. Then his lips were on her again and it made her heart sing.
Sing...music like none she had ever heard before. It buoyed her and carried her into his arms. Molding herself to him, she opened her mouth and soul to this careful, gentle man, who would do nothing to hurt her, ever. She knew that, trusted that, and believed in that with her entire being. This night would be her introduction to the real world.
Milazo
18 years ago
When Drev felt Wren open herself completely, he let his own dam collapse. His passion surged within him, and he had to fight to keep himself from tackling Wren to the floor and fucking her brains out immediately.
No, this was a delicate situation he had here, one that required care, empathy, compassion, and a soft caress. But the rewards would be worth it, not just for him, but especially for her.
Their kiss deepened, Drev's tongue peeked out from between his lips to taste her lower lip. He leaned his body into hers, wanting to touch every square inch of her, wanting to touch every part of her body with every part of his. They were crushed together, and yet she was still too far away.
Once the initial flood of passionate lust was absorbed into his mind, Drev found his hands back on Wren's hips. He pulled her hard against him, showed her the throbbing, growing need between them. Then he felt the soft material of Wren's shirt on the back of his hand an instant later, his fingers met the hot flesh of her back. Just that simple touch made him moan into the warm cavern of her mouth. He wanted to slide his hands up and remove this infernal shirt of hers, but he hesitated.
"May I take your shirt off?" he asked between gasping kisses. Better safe than sorry....
No, this was a delicate situation he had here, one that required care, empathy, compassion, and a soft caress. But the rewards would be worth it, not just for him, but especially for her.
Their kiss deepened, Drev's tongue peeked out from between his lips to taste her lower lip. He leaned his body into hers, wanting to touch every square inch of her, wanting to touch every part of her body with every part of his. They were crushed together, and yet she was still too far away.
Once the initial flood of passionate lust was absorbed into his mind, Drev found his hands back on Wren's hips. He pulled her hard against him, showed her the throbbing, growing need between them. Then he felt the soft material of Wren's shirt on the back of his hand an instant later, his fingers met the hot flesh of her back. Just that simple touch made him moan into the warm cavern of her mouth. He wanted to slide his hands up and remove this infernal shirt of hers, but he hesitated.
"May I take your shirt off?" he asked between gasping kisses. Better safe than sorry....