Post by Valentine Scarret on Mar 31, 2007 11:22:10 GMT 11
Dang, Ok, last post in this account. I'm just lazy & annoying.
Slowing down the beat of his breath, Chase wrapped his arms a little tighter, yet not to tight other on the rebound. Hands just able to touch each other on the rebound, the boy tilted back as she closed her eyes, and the next thing, pushing off her thongs. Given that, Chase was not wearing foot wear; he tried profoundly not to smile at this fact. What where they doing? This wasn’t what the old Taylah and Chase would do. No, not at all. The old Chase and Taylah, maybe the real Chase and Taylah, wouldn’t undertake this. They would be making out in Chase’s apartment, no, they would be playing Hide and Seek, or watching random trash-TV after their parents had prohibit them from doing so. But, the thrill here was getting caught. It seemed like transgression to be with Taylah, and the rush of all of this, the risk, as if somewhere where to come banging down the door any instant. But, he had Taylah, right there, and he knew nonentity of the kind would come to pass.
Nothing, right? Probably. Taking back for a undersized breath, his let out serious, and almost comical as he came back, pulling up his left arm, almost stroking the back of her head, playing with the striking locks she had been hallowed with. Taylah he contemplation inconsistently, his inspiration coming somewhere deep as he seemed to tassel back, as her fingers slowly crept up his shirt, as if she where teasing him.
Not much of the guy he claimed to be, Chase’s eyelids lifted, his dark gaze flickered across the room, the atmosphere was almost suffocating, yet, it felt just right. As her finger slightly crept up just that bit more, he totally forgot, his eyes fixed themselves shut as he focused on Taylah. ”Oh, Taylah…” he moaned slightly, his voice trialing of as he left a few kisses on the upper-bounds of her top lip, teasing her as he continued, making a bee line for her mouth, his lips parted, letting his tongue explore again. As his hair tinged the edge’s of his face, Chase didn’t let it bother him, though usually he would flick it out, to stop the ominous frustration that would soon occur. Except it didn’t. No, his mind was set on Taylah. Nothing else
Slowing down the beat of his breath, Chase wrapped his arms a little tighter, yet not to tight other on the rebound. Hands just able to touch each other on the rebound, the boy tilted back as she closed her eyes, and the next thing, pushing off her thongs. Given that, Chase was not wearing foot wear; he tried profoundly not to smile at this fact. What where they doing? This wasn’t what the old Taylah and Chase would do. No, not at all. The old Chase and Taylah, maybe the real Chase and Taylah, wouldn’t undertake this. They would be making out in Chase’s apartment, no, they would be playing Hide and Seek, or watching random trash-TV after their parents had prohibit them from doing so. But, the thrill here was getting caught. It seemed like transgression to be with Taylah, and the rush of all of this, the risk, as if somewhere where to come banging down the door any instant. But, he had Taylah, right there, and he knew nonentity of the kind would come to pass.
Nothing, right? Probably. Taking back for a undersized breath, his let out serious, and almost comical as he came back, pulling up his left arm, almost stroking the back of her head, playing with the striking locks she had been hallowed with. Taylah he contemplation inconsistently, his inspiration coming somewhere deep as he seemed to tassel back, as her fingers slowly crept up his shirt, as if she where teasing him.
Not much of the guy he claimed to be, Chase’s eyelids lifted, his dark gaze flickered across the room, the atmosphere was almost suffocating, yet, it felt just right. As her finger slightly crept up just that bit more, he totally forgot, his eyes fixed themselves shut as he focused on Taylah. ”Oh, Taylah…” he moaned slightly, his voice trialing of as he left a few kisses on the upper-bounds of her top lip, teasing her as he continued, making a bee line for her mouth, his lips parted, letting his tongue explore again. As his hair tinged the edge’s of his face, Chase didn’t let it bother him, though usually he would flick it out, to stop the ominous frustration that would soon occur. Except it didn’t. No, his mind was set on Taylah. Nothing else
Yay! muse is back i hope =]