andrew lacetti
vampire
wields fire super-speed immune to daylight
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jul 1, 2008 21:49:37 GMT -5
This is the best moment of my life, Andrew thought, lips still locked firmly to Fletcher's. Who needed to breathe? He felt the other pull his hips closer and he pressed his whole body close against the other's. He wanted to get as close as possible, he'd waited to long for this. Andrew gripped Fletcher's multi-colored hair tighter, tangling his fingers in the long shaggy locks. His eyes were still hidden beneath his eyelids, but he didn't care about seeing Fletcher-- feeling him was enough, the soft lips on his, their hips together. Andrew's heart pounded hard in his ribcage as he took in all the details. He wanted to remember this forever-- and he meant forever.
"Y-yeah?" Andrew murmured when he heard Fletcher whisper his name; his breathing, now that he could breathe again, was coming out ragged and shallow once more. His green pools slowly became visible once more. He could make out the other's face right by his. The way the moonlight shone down on Fletcher--Andrew didn't think anything was more beautiful. He loosened his grip on the Werwolf's silk locks; his slender index finger ran once along Fletcher's jawline before he wrapped his arms around his neck. The light kisses along his neck were like torture, the way they slowly made their way back up to his lips.
Andrew heard the other's words. He didn't want to leave; to move. Not ever. But Fletcher was right, they probably should get back to the castle. Had he really been so tired only a moment ago? He was wide awake now. A small, quiet sigh left his lips. "Okay," he said, his voice was still lowered in a mutter. Andrew released his arms from Fletcher's neck and moved back slightly--however much he didn't want to move.
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fletcher cross
werewolf [ admin ]
wields ice weather control[M0n:500]
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 1, 2008 22:08:54 GMT -5
So this is what a vampire tasted like. Fingers twisted in his hair, and he moved one hand up to the back of Andrew’s neck. Closer. At the rate they were going, they must have appeared to be one person, or maybe siblings that had been attached by their sides (or, in this case, lips). He couldn’t care less. This was something he’d dreamed about for ages, and he couldn’t believe he was actually the one who had suggested stopping. There was something really, really wrong with him. Even the lightest touch of the other’s fingers on his jaw made him want to yell out in pleasure. Even the way he spoke drove him insane.
Wha—? Fletcher stumbled forward a few inches as Andrew let go of him. He said to go back to the dorms, not a few feet. He had actually been using the smaller boy to prop himself up, as standing was now a pressure on himself. “Uh.” Again, at a loss for words. There was something about the other that seemed to prevent him from speaking. He wouldn't blame anyone for wanting to leave, if this was the conversation he provided. While he tried to regain his thoughts and come up with anything to say, anything at all, he tilted his head back to look at Andrew. The green eyes that blazed into his own amongst the dark strands of hair that clung to his face. He could see more of his skin now, too, and his shirt clung to his body in--
Oh. It was then that he had noticed he had gotten Andrew wet. He forgot about the clothing amidst all the pleasure (really, what did that matter when you were making out in the middle of nowhere?). "Sorry. About the clothes, I mean." Looking him over once more, he passed by him to retrieve his bag for what must have been the fourth or fifth time. He was back by the other's side in a few moments, and flushing slightly, entwined his fingers with the freshman's. At once he realized how cold he must have been; Andrew was far warmer than he was at this point in time.
"Let's go home."
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andrew lacetti
vampire
wields fire super-speed immune to daylight
Posts: 97
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jul 2, 2008 10:37:51 GMT -5
Andrew noticed that when he'd backed up that bit, Fletcher had stumbled forward. Oops. He hadn't realized the other boy was leaning on him for balance as much as he had been. Andrew held out his arms and caught the Werewolf, easily holding him. It always surprised Andrew how much strength he actually had in his slim frame. "Oh, sorry about that," he said. A small chuckle left his lips; well, it was a bit funny how Fletcher had stumbled, you had to admit. And then the way Fletcher struggled for words again was both funny and really adorable. His green eyes looked over Fletcher quietly before he actually let go of the Junior, who was standing upright again already. Fletcher's body was great; the muscles, his soft skin, the way his shaggy locks fell into his bright blue eyes--everything. It was no wonder he'd fallen for the Werewolf. He was a great kisser too.
"Sorry." Andrew was confused momentarily by his words and was about to ask why Fletcher was sorry. But then he heard the rest of his words. Oh that. Andrew glanced down, noticing for the first time that his clothes were damp and clingy now. How had he not noticed the cold dampness before? The answer was obvious actually, after all, he'd been very distracted with other things. "Its fine," Andrew answered, glancing back up at the older boy. While Fletcher went off to get his bag, Andrew used his fire magyck to heat his body up slightly, the cold no longer effecting him; also drying his clothes a bit.
When Fletcher came back, he stopped what he was doing, though the warmth lingered in his bones and felt really good. His fingers intertwined with Fletcher's as he felt the other take his hand. The simple motion made his arms feel like tiny things were pricking at him. Andrew was holding hands with Fletcher Cross--who ever would have thought that could happen? But now it was. Andrew nodded at Fletcher's suggesting going back home. Home, sounded warm and safe and he'd be with Fletcher. A small yawn escaped Andrew's mouth as a feeling of tiredness slowly came over the young boy again.
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