Knight in Shining Armor (Andre)

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

She shifted closer when he pulled her in, instincts kicking in and caused her hips to grind against him. Her hands slid up to cup his face, her lips filled with need. A very different need from the one that had overcome her earlier. Then he broke the kiss, and told the 'kids' that it was bedtime. Her eyes narrowed and she stuck a finger in his face, saying, "Now don'tcha go gettin' no ideas 'bout--!" Then he was kissing her again, and for a long moment she just let him, wrapping her arms firmly around him, fingers clawing at his back. Without fully breaking the kiss, she struggled to get words out, "Yer... 'urt..." Gods he tasted good. "...Can't... again... ye'll..." She gasped and pulled him closer, wanting to say no, wanting to say yes, and so deeply confused. She pulled back sharply, pressing her hands against his chest to pin him against the tree he leaned against. She was breathing deeply, trying to let her brain catch up with what was going on here. She barely knew him. She wanted to leave and never see him again. He was injured, and any... activity would only aggravate his wounds. And Gods was he pretty... She leaned in and kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth. The sensation aroused and confused her, and she was pissed off at him for putting her through such irritating confusion. So she slapped him again, even without breaking the kiss, and bit his lip in a mixture of anger and passion...

[Andresciel]

The Knight only chuckled at her words from his breaking the kiss, his back arching under her claws as he pressed to her. He groaned as she slammed him back in the tree, his chest pressed tight by her hands as he looked into her eyes. Then her lips touched his again, and all the pain faded to bliss, even when she slapped him again. His frame pressed up into her own, enjoying the feeling her biting his lip. Still, he could not stop his tongue from pressing against her own, drawing hers into his mouth. He felt his own arousal, even through the pain of a broken arm, as his hand slid up her ribs to her chest, pressing there. He could only imagine the sex this time, as his lips pressed into her own gently, his body gentle against her own. He wanted something from her, but he knew, unlike most, that he had to earn it.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock gasped and moaned when he began fondling her, feeling his arousal press between her legs. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. The first time had been just to get what she needed. To clear her head of the pain and sadness and the dark emotions that had clouded her for days. It had just been a much needed release. And instead of letting her leave, the damn fool had to go and get himself hurt, and guilt her into staying. And the petching idiot had to go and be all sweet, and kind, and polite to her. She trembled at his tender contact, wishing he would just be rough and crude so she would be turned off and could push him away. Wishing he would act like a petching Vagik so she had just cause to tell him off and leave him. She slapped him again, without breaking the kiss, tears in her eyes dripping down to where their lips pressed together, the salty taste mingling with his saliva. She was shaking. She needed this, but didn't want it, craved it, but wanted it to stop. Her head was spinning, unable to make up her mind whether to take him fiercely, or end it now, or gently submit, or... She slapped him yet again, then leaned into him, gently wrapping her arms around him. All the emotions boiling in her were too much to handle. Better to just surrender to it... Her tear-stained kisses became less fierce, more soft and tender. She pulled open the buttons to her blouse and guided his hand to her chest, no longer fighting it.

[Andresciel]

He felt the slap come, causing his head to shake slightly, before his lips pressed more to her own. He tasted her tears, his eyes opening to watch the tears fall from her eyes. When the second slap came, he accepted it, but also lifted her up with his right arm, calling on the strength he had to lay her onto her back, upon his cloak. He never broke the kiss, even as they became more tender, more soft, even as she opened her blouse. His hand slid over her breast, his lips parting from her own. He lowered his head down, pressing soft kisses to her chest, "Shhh. No need to cry." He whispered, his voice soft, gentle, almost loving as he kissed down her stomach. His right hand fumbled at her pants, after all, he was used to having both hands to work with. His tongue traced a small path on her stomach as he pulled her pants open, and then down. "So beautiful." Andre looked up at her, whispering, a soft smile upon his lips.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

She might have resisted being laid on her back, protesting that she wasn't one to give a man full control. Protesting that he was injured, and if this were to happen, it should be she who did all the work. Protesting that this was too tender, too sweet, and that she didn't deserve such gentle touches... But instead she just closed her eyes and accepted the contact, whimpering softly as his lips graced her chest. No one had ever been this gentle with her before. Her experience with Kyra had been naughty and fun, all about experiencing the moment and sharing the pleasure. Her experience with Wart had been fierce and passionate, rough and sweaty. And her earlier experience with Andre, her first time with a man, had been raw, lustful, and dirty. She bit her lip, relaxing her body as he went lower. She was surrendering to him completely, spreading her legs, not protesting this time when he called her beautiful. How could she protest, when he was being so gentle?

[Andresciel]

He dipped his head down between her legs, taking his time to make sure she was enjoying herself. He didn't want her to leave with only the raw nature of a man in her mind, he wanted her to leave with the memory of a lover. Even if she had protested, he wouldn't have listened, would have simply closed her mouth with his own, despite his tongue currently being busy with something. He could taste her arousal before he slid back up her body, his pants being tossed aside. He pressed his injured chest to her own, before leaning down to kiss her lips, even as he took his time sliding inside her. He was slowly, probing, exploring, pleasing, and he could do nothing less then make this beautiful angel happy.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock moaned softly, her body responding to the contact, keeping her eyes closed as the man worked his magic with his head between her legs. She had never surrendered like this before. Normally she was the teacher, the guide, persuading and urging the person to please her in the way she wanted. Instead, she let him do as he wished, finding something liberating in giving up control. That was something she'd never, ever done before... surrendered control, completely. Then he was on top of her, inside her. She gasped as he entered her, the slow, tender entry so very very different from the way she'd taken him before. Was this what it was truly meant to be like? The thought floated across her mind like a dream, instead of the bitter disappointment she'd felt earlier. She returned his kisses, slowly, tenderly, wrapping her arms around him and taking him as deep as he wished to go. She opened her eyes and gazed into his, struck mute except for her desperate whimpers. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, pulling him inwards with each thrust, never trying to take control, just letting him do as he wished, and savoring every moment. Right then, the only possible control she would seek would be if he tried to pull away.

[Andresciel]

He moved against her, not deep, but his pleasure still rocketed through him as he moved against her, making love to her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't pull away, not yet. He was too busy making her give off those cute little whimpers as he drops his head from her lips, down to her chest, his tongue tracing circles before going up to the hollow of her throat. Andre let out a moan at the feel of those silky legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him down into her, his right hand sliding up and along her leg, to her hip as he pulled her up closer. He could only hope that she took this to heart, enjoying the passion shared beneath the light of Leth. His lips moved from her throat to her lips as he felt his climax growing closer, but unlike the first time, he would release it inside her.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock shuddered and clung to him, savoring every touch, every kiss, every lick. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and she didn't want it to end. Though soon she sensed it was about to, and her eyes widened when she realized the signs of his approaching climax. Pure excitement built inside her at the thought of him planting his seed in her, and she pulled him closer, looking right into his eyes, unblinking, eager, and full of wonder. "Yes..." she whispered when she saw he was close. She gave him a reassuring, assenting nod, wanting it more than she could express. She wrapped her trembling legs around him tighter, unwilling to let him exit her until it was done, thoughts of the consequences of such never once crossing her mind. When she felt it happen, she exploded inside, arms suddenly wrapping tight around him and holding him tight against her chest, her entire body tense with a climax unlike any she'd felt before. She gasped, her voice caught in her throat, so tight she couldn't even cry out in pleasure, just drawing in a long, sharp, shuddering breath. Her body writhed beneath him, tense, tight, and pure, until she collapsed, gasping for air. She held him tight against her, eyes closed, not making a sound other than her sharp breaths tickling his ear. She felt like she was floating.

[Andresciel]

His climax hit him like a hammer, causing him to surge into him, planting his seed in her. His eyes closed as his moans escaped, his voice slowly dying out as he pants. He felt her tense, tight against him, holding him against her before he rolled them both, so that he was on his back, with her on his chest. He couldn't even feel the pain, as his fingers came up, stroking her jaw as he speaks softly, his voice low, "Tock...would you mind sticking around for a little while? Ya know, maybe take dinner with me?" He whispered, pressing his lips to her own softly, as he stops speaking. He was sore, but not from the wounds, it was more from the love making he had just given to Tock. "What I mean is...would you like to have dinner with me? As a sort of..umm date?" He blushed, showing just how bad at this he was. He could only hope she would say yes, even if it wasn't tonight.