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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 13, 2017 14:06:09 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Zee was very still, giving him the impression that she actually had managed to sleep. Jaron studied her hair, noting for the second time how it had grown out in the months they hadn't see each other. He wanted to run his fingers through it, but held himself back for fear of waking her. It was still darkened with water, which was going to permeate his pillow any second now, but he didn't care. She began to shift, and not knowing what else to do, Jaron snapped his eyes shut and focused wholly on controlling his breathing to appear asleep. His arm was still over her, though, so he knew she flipped to face him. She wouldn't do that consciously, so he figured his assumption that she was sleeping was a correct one. ...Until she kissed him. Unable to pretend anything, his eyes popped open and he stared at her, probably much more intensely than he intended. What are you doing? he wanted to ask, but he didn't. Did you really mean that? came next, but that wasn't going to be said aloud either. Instead, his features became mildly pinched as he warred with himself. Yes, this was where his plan led them - but the last time they were horizontal and she kissed him, she lost herself and regretted it later. He didn't want her to regret him. And he didn't want to regret reacting to her. With a sad smirk, he tucked a wet lock behind her ear. "I'm not going to let you do this again," he said gently, his subconscious screaming at him for stopping her. This was what he wanted, and he wasn't going to let it continue? Sighing heavily, he propped himself up on an elbow and tried to smooth his features into some semblance of collected calm. He'd had years of practice, it shouldn't be that hard now. "Maybe I shouldn't have insisted you come in.." His lips tilted, not enjoying that what he was saying was probably going to hurt her. Dropping his head so he wouldn't have to watch the verbal backhand hit her, he said, "You should go..," Seriously?! What was he doing?! "I just... don't feel well, and I..." am an idiot. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?" he offered pathetically, lifting his eyes to hers. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Mar 13, 2017 16:05:47 GMT -5
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When she had rolled over to face Jaron he had appeared to be asleep, which was what had given her enough courage to kiss him. She could pretend it hadn't ever happened and go back to the struggle of platonic friendship with him. But when she pulled back his eyes were open and he was staring at her with an intense expression on his face and she .... well, she didn't know what to do. "I..." She started, but her voice trailed because there was no way to explain herself and she had the very distinct urge to get up and run before he could say anything.
His arm draped over her side was the only thing that kept Zee anchored to where she was. When his expression began to change she looked away, because she couldn't watch it. She could already hear him in her head 'You should do that. Friends don't do that, Zee.' Even when he tucked her hair behind her ear she refused to look up .... at least until he finally did speak. He wasn't going to let her do this again? Her mouth opened then closed as he propped himself up and spoke again. Maybe he shouldn't have insisted that she come in?
The breath she took was shaky and she looked away again in an attempt to smooth her own expression and not look like she'd just been slapped across the face. It was hard, though, and staying there with Jaron so close only made it that much more difficult and made his rejection hurt that much more.
Zee pushed Jaron's arm away then sat up and turned her back to him. She was glad that she did because the you should go that followed hurt the most and there was no way for her to hide her expression. She sat there for a minute, staring down at the floor of the cabin. "....okay." She murmured, because what else could she do? She'd already ruined the friendship that she had with Jaron --yes, ruined because she couldn't continue to just be friends with him. It would hurt too much and she didn't want to put herself through that pain. Besides, it would be easier for the both of them, wouldn't it?
I just... don't feel well, and I...
She got it, he didn't want her. He didn't have to try to spare her feelings now.
I'll catch up with you later, okay?
Her head turned and her eyes caught Jaron's for a fraction of a second before she turned away again. "Yeah.... okay. .....sorry." She stood and walked toward the door even though every fiber of her being was screaming at her to run, as if she would be able to outrun her pain and embarrassment.
Actually being slapped would have hurt a lot less than this.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 13, 2017 20:54:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He hated that she looked away, Yaveh he hated it so much. But he was a coward, so when he knew she was going to hurt the most, he refused to watch it. What kind of person did that make him? Not the right one for her, no matter how badly he wanted to be. She was too good, and he... Couldn't even bear to hear her breathe unevenly. His arm felt like lead when she pushed it away like it'd burnt her, and fell heavily to the bed behind her. He was the worst type of human being, but he could not handle her maybe-wanting him for five minutes and then shoving him promptly back into the friend zone. He thought he'd done a pretty decent job up until now, but with one more thing to reminisce on, he wasn't sure he'd keep it together. Not with her so constantly close and pretending like they hadn't ever touched each other. Just the thought now had his cheeks reddening and his eyes lifting to run the length of her spine. He groaned... out loud. Of course she looked, and he felt worse than naked. His expression was filleted open, his indecision and pain evident. He'd never wanted anyone the way he wanted her, and yet he was denying what she was trying to give him. Because it wasn't on his terms? No, he didn't think so... His eyes followed her without really seeing, her gait long and body tense. She was running away because he'd asked her to... And something told him he wasn't going to see her again. At least, not on purpose. His chest hurt like she was tugging out his heart a little more with every step, causing him to rub it. This wasn't okay. This wasn't right. He was up off the cot so quickly he got light-headed, but his blood was pumping so fast that it wore off quickly. "Wait," he croaked, so quietly that she might not have even heard him. Hands balled into fists at his sides, he stalked toward her in a matter of steps - and when he reached her, he kept going. Pretty much mindless, one hand went to her ribs while the other smacked onto the wall he shoved her into, so when if her head whipped back, she wouldn't be hurt. Expression just as vulnerable and tortured as before, his momentum didn't stop until he meshed their lips with all the pent-up want he'd kept on the backburner these past five months, and he almost - almost - lost himself. He kissed her for a long time, branding her as his, and then tipped his chin sharply away, panting. Foreheads pressed together, he couldn't really focus on anything aside from her lips. "I didn't mean that," he admitted, words sounding like they'd been rolled through gravel. Gently extricating the hand serving as padding for her head, he used it to run a thumb over her lips. "I want you so badly, and I-.. I wouldn't be able to handle you changing your mind again." He swallowed thickly, gaze locking with hers, even though she was far too close to be anything but a blur. Shifting, he backed off just enough to hoist her up and pressed her back to the wall. He did nothing to force her to wrap her legs around his waist, but it would probably be more comfortable for both of them. "Be with me," he breathed, free hand going to cup the side of her head reverently, possessively. "It doesn't have to be like that, not right now, but I need you." Closing his eyes, he sucked in a shaky breath and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat. "I need you, Zephira," he whispered against her skin, and his grip around her reflexively tightened. Loosening it again, he tried to steady his breathing to no avail. "Tell me no, tell me to stop-," his lids drew apart, a rawness he'd never shown anyone before looking up at her, "-and I'll never bring it up again." He was vulnerable, he was weak; if she said no now, he had no idea what he would do. Give her the cabin, maybe, because he wouldn't be able to come back here without thinking of her... And dying a little inside. [attr="class","sintag2"] Zephira Crichton x why do I feel like this is more for poe than you.. 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Post by Zephira Crichton on Mar 13, 2017 22:39:35 GMT -5
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Each step toward the door was agonizing, but Zee couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. No matter how badly she wanted to turn around and demand to know why -- Why didn't he want her? Why wasn't she good enough? What was wrong with her? -- She wouldn't. It was mostly because she didn't trust herself to even ask one question before she broke down in tears the last thing she wanted was to add that embarrassment to Jaron's rejection. As it was she could already feel the tears burning her eyes and she had to bite her lip to hold back that pathetic whimper that always came right before the crying started.
Don't let him hear you. Hold it together. Don't let him know how much this hurts. Be strong. Was the mantra that she repeated over and over again to herself as she made for the exit. Be strong. Don't cry. A tear betrayed her and began to roll slowly down her cheek and she hurriedly swiped it away, the movement so quick that she could have been swatting a mosquito, which honestly would have been preferable to crying over a man that didn't want her.
Zee heard the 'wait', but she didn't, and instead walked faster because the longer she was there the worse she felt. Only a few strides away from thee door he overtook her and before she could comprehend what was happening she was pressed against the cabin wall. Her first instinct when Jaron kissed her was to shove at his shoulders to push him away, but it was half-hearted at best. The sheer intensity of his kiss and her own desire and want for him overshadowed her previous need to run away. One hand curled into the fabric of his shirt and the other gripped his bicep and, for a while, everything else faded away. Nothing mattered but her and him.
The kiss ended and her head tipped forward so her forehead rested against Jaron's, her lips parted as she panted. Her eyes had been closed, but when he spoke her lids lifted and she found herself staring at his lips -- God she wanted to kiss him again. Her head turned ever so slightly so she could look at his shoulder instead, and she frowned. "...why?" Her voice was little more than a confused whisper, and she knew that she should elaborate but she didn't.
What he said next made her lift her head and when his eyes locked on her's she couldn't look away. "...really?" She breathed, surprised, because only a few minutes before he was telling her to leave. But now he wanted her and she wanted so badly for that to be true and for him to not be playing some kind of sick game with her heart. It took a moment for her to figure out what he meant by changing your mind again, but when it did her mouth hung open slightly. "I never changed my mind..." When he had stopped her the first time she'd assumed it was because he hadn't wanted her like that. The suggestion of being nothing more than friends was just a way for her to try to protect herself. She'd thought that if they put each other in the friend zone then nothing would happen.
How foolishly naïve she'd been.
A surprised gasp slipped past her lips when Jaron, unexpectedly, lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as a means to support herself. Be with me. Her hand lifted and she rested it against Jaron's, which was cradling the side of her face. As he continued to speak words that made her heart stutter she turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand before looking back to him. His lips against her throat, the I need you, and the way he spoke her name made her groan audibly. He was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it.
Why in God's name would she tell him no when she'd wanted him for so long? His expression, his vulnerability made her heart ache in the most beautiful way. Her fingers trailed through his dark hair then down so she could cup the sides of his face, and when she did she leaned in to press a kiss -- one that was so much different than the one a few minutes before. This one was tender, heart-achingly sweet, and lingered just a little bit too long. When she pulled away her thumbs brushed across Jaron's cheeks. "I want you." She murmured, no uncertainty tainted her voice. "I always have."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 14, 2017 22:24:03 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He hadn't missed the unshed tears welling in her eyes, but chose to continue the path he was already on rather than stalling out to tenderly tend to her feelings. Tender could be later. Right now... would not be. She shoved at him, but she didn't mean it. She tried again, but it turned into her grappling for him so quickly that he shivered. His whole body was tensed, like a lion ready to overtake its prey - and his eyes on Zee were just as heated. The feel of her around him in this innocent of a way made him lightheaded, and his mind instantly whirled, wondering what it would feel like to... Twitching, he grunted. He was going to tell her that wasn't what this was about - he didn't need to sleep with her yet if she wanted to wait, he just needed her to stop fighting him at every turn and pretending like they were both okay with the tense friendship they'd glued themselves to - so he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. He'd played the game of she-wants-me, she-wants-me-not long enough, he could keep it up a little while longer. Key word little. Her question stung, but he should have expected it. He didn't break his train of thought, though, because he was about to answer it anyway. And then, of course, she denied it, but he was finally where he wanted to be - with her - so he could only roll his eyes and smirk. "You know what I mean, honey bee," he chastised mildly. He'd suspected all along that she wanted him (even if he hadn't known to what extent until she reacted to him just now), but it was her denying herself that killed him. Jaron would probably never know why she'd shelled up like she did, but he'd thought it permanent... Until now. Her feminine gasp was a heady one, forcing him to suck in a harsh breath through his nose in order to keep himself from moving against her. Slow game, remember. You're playing the take-it-slow game, he reminded himself, having to hood his eyes to give himself the second needed to recollect himself. When she kissed his palm, the look he gave her was a dangerous sort of half-lidded. Her softness should have assuaged his urges, reminded him she was delicate and needed to be handled carefully, but instead it did the opposite. It reminded him of the first time they'd met, and how his initial assumptions about her had been totally and completely wrong. She wasn't this weak little thing needing his protection twenty-four/seven. She was the strongest woman he knew, and if he was reading her correctly, she was all his. He looked at her more fully, waiting, hoping beyond a hope that she was going to say what her actions already had. But this was Zee, and there was nearly the same likelihood that her mind would catch up to her before she could speak her heart. So when she kissed him in that mousy way, he still didn't relax. Her rejection was just around the corner, so close that when she pulled back he couldn't immediately look at her. He heard her telltale inhale before she spoke, and braced himself. Here they came - the words to-.. Break him. Just not in the way he thought. Game over.He stared at her; the kind of soul-singeing stare that gave the impression she was in very big trouble. And then he smiled something wicked. Fingers tangling in her hair, he overtook her mouth. He wasn't sure if he tilted his head or manipulated hers, but suddenly they were at the perfect angle to deepen the kiss, and it was hard not to incoherently comment on how good she tasted.. Hunger driving him, it took the last shred of his self control to set her down gently, giving her time to get her feet underneath her before his hands went to her waist. He fisted the material of her shorts, managing not to tear them off her solely because he couldn't replace them. Towering over her, he eased away from her lips - kissing at the edge of them, then her jaw, then down the soft skin of her neck. As he made his way down the center of her chest and stomach, he dropped to his knees. ♥♥♥ [attr="class","sintag2"] Zephira Crichton x and suddenly everyone wants a Jaron.. 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Post by Zephira Crichton on Mar 15, 2017 21:31:54 GMT -5
| That damn smirk when she denied changing her mind made her bite her lip. How one man could be so beautiful was beyond her comprehension, but he was. Honey bee. Color flooded her cheeks when he used the nickname and she looked down, a sad smile playing at her lips. "You stopped me." She whispered. "I didn't ... I didn't think you wanted me." I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how else to protect myself...Being his friend was one of the most difficult tasks she'd ever undertaken, but at the time she had thought it was her best option. It was everytime she saw him after that, when her heart felt like it skipped a beat, and when she had butterflies in her stomach that she regretted the choice that she had made. He had seemed so accepting of her decision that she just ... did what she could to get by when they were together. But now, with him totally and completely dominating all of her senses the idea of friends only seemed so .... stupid. Jaron's expression when she kissed the palm of his hand was enough to make her breath catch. She'd had boyfriends back on Earth, but none of her had looked at her like that, with such intensity and want. He made her feel beautiful even though her clothes were rumpled and dirty from being on the ground, and her hair was a mess from the river. He was waiting for her to answer him, and it was easy to assume what he was expecting when he didn't look at her right away. But she couldn't tell him no. She couldn't keep lying to him and to herself and pretending that she was okay with the situation that they'd forced themselves into. Not anymore. Not when she had everything she wanted right in front of her. It was only a matter of seconds between her answer and when Jaron kissed her again, but it seemed like so much longer. Her breath hitched as his fingers tangled into her hair, and when the kiss became deeper she lost herself to it. She could feel him moving, easing her down so she could stand. The minute she did her hands went for the hem of Jaron's shirt and she pulled at it, breaking their kiss off long enough to pull it up and over his head before casting it aside -- her own shirt following shortly after. Zee tilted her head back, moaning softly as Jaron's lips moved to her neck, then down her chest to her stomach. She looked down when he knelt in front of her. "Jaron..."♥♥♥ Zee wasn't sure how or when they had made it to the bed, but when she'd woken up that was where they were and it was where she wanted to stay. Her head was on his chest, one arm was drapped over his stomach and her legs were entertwined with his under the blankets. It was comfortable and felt so right and she didn't want to get up even though she knew that she would have to eventually. Just ... not now. She sighed softly, her cheek rubbing against Jaron's chest as she looked up at him. Color flooded her cheeks as her mind drifted, remembering the way his hands had felt against her skin, how he had kissed her, how they moved together, the way he had left her flushed and panting, totally spent. Why had they waited so long? Oh, yeah. Because she was an idiot. Her hand raised and she turned Jaron's face toward her, her head lifting enough for her to feather her lips against his in an attempt to wake him up -- if he wasn't already. |
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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 18, 2017 15:51:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] I didn't think you wanted me.How women were able to get so inside their own heads was something he would never understand. At what point had he not made it painfully obvious that "friends" wasn't where he wanted to be? Did she miss that little trek into this cabin before the Scorch hit when he straight up asked her why they were playing the friends card? How she'd disillusioned herself so completely wasn't really the problem now, though - the problem that needed an immediate solution was how he was going to knock that out of her head permanently. How he was going to show her that he wanted- No, needed her. The best time to start was right now. ♥♥♥ He woke with his arm pinned under Zee's slight weight, fingertips in the groove of her spine, where he'd been running them up and down before exhaustion got the better of him. Though he returned to consciousness, he didn't open his eyes - perfectly contented to stay there and soak in the remainder of what was probably just a very lucid dream, despite how real the weight of her on his chest felt. His lips curled in the barest hint of a smile. The hand at his cheek applied only a slight pressure, but if she was trying to get him to move, he was going to obey. He'd do anything for this woman. One eye finally peeked open when she kissed him, and he full-on grinned. It was a strange rush of euphoria mixed with theres-no-way-this-is-happening that coursed through him, but the former was stronger by far, and so he let it win. "So I didn't imagine it," he joked, and rolled quickly to place her beneath him, resting up on his elbows to effectively cage her. Shifting slightly so their heads were on the same level, he pushed one hand into her short hair, the other on the side of her shoulder, and dove in for a quick kiss. "Good...," he squinted out the window, trying to gauge the time of day, "..morning, or something," he chuckled, lowering himself more slowly to gently nip at the skin just above her collarbone. That, of course, turned into a more attentive kiss, the hand from her shoulder moving to smooth down her side. ♥♥♥ Still breathing heavily, Jaron ended up on his stomach, cheek smashed on the hand he was using as a pillow. He was eyeing Zee beside him, arm draped haphazardly over her abdomen. "I'm not going to apologize," he smirked, the expression reaching the corners of his eyes. For not being able to keep his hands off her? He chuckled softly. She could deal with it. The blankets he'd gotten at the market had landed.... between the bed and the wall, and one of the pillows was on the floor. Oops. She had the other one to rest her head on, so he wasn't worried about retrieving it for himself, though he did the semi-considerate thing and yanked what corner of blanket he could reach to drape it over their lower halves, at least. "I'm also never going to let you go now. I hope you know that."[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Mar 19, 2017 15:23:18 GMT -5
| "Hey..." Zee murmured when Jaron finally opened an eye and looked at her. The way he grinned at her made it impossible for her not to smile, herself. Her fingertips trailed along his jaw and down his neck before her hand finally came to rest on his chest. So I didn't imagine it.She was taken by surprise when Jaron rolled over and pinned her beneath him, but she'd have to be totally crazy to complain or say that she didn't like it. She giggled and shook her head, still smiling up at him. "Mmm, no." She answered. "Not this time." She teased, but the implication that he had imagined doing anything like that with her before was very real. That coupled with the kiss, regardless of how quick it was, made her heart beat just a little bit quicker and her stomach feel like there were a hundred butterflies fluttering around in it. When he turned to look out the window she took the chance to as well, though it really didn't give her much of an idea as to what time it was or how long they had been asleep. "Good something..." She repeated, voice trailing as Jaron nipped at her skin. She shifted beneath him, one leg rubbing against his hip as his hand trailed down her side. ♥♥♥ Exhaustion was a feeling that was very real and threatening to overcome Zee, but she didn't want to sleep again. She stared up at the ceiling and was dangerously close to falling asleep when Jaron's voice roused her. Her head turned and she looked at him, a faint smile on her lips. Good. She thought, because she didn't want him to apologize because that would mean he had some regret over what had happened and ... well, that was the last thing she wanted him to feel. She rolled onto her side to face him. "I'm not either." she finally said, and it was true. For the first time since she'd arrived on PE she was truly happy. Zee reached for the blanket when Jaron pulled it up from the floor and helped to drape it over them. She looked back at him, noticing for the first time a set of faint red marks on his shoulder. For a few seconds she was confused as to what they were, but when she traced one with the tip of her finger she realized that they were from her. Oh. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or... I'm also never going to let you go now. I hope you know that."Good." She kissed him. "Because I don't want you to." She was quiet for a few minutes, her fingers trailing up and down Jaron's arm as she laid there beside him. "Jaron?" Her voice was soft as she spoke. "Do you believe in fate?" |
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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 24, 2017 17:07:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] I'm not either.He smiled brilliantly, so incredibly happy to finally have her saying something that aligned with what he felt. When her eyes fell away from his, Jaron's brow scrunched. What-... Oh. "Not sure if I should say I'm surprised or not..," he chuckled, never having been able to fantasize about doing something like this with her because that meant allowing his subconscious to breach the mental line he'd drawn when it came to the topic of Zephira. He'd had no inclination one way or the other as to how she'd be "in bed" (that sounded far too crude for her), and he had no remorse over not wondering; whatever his mind might have come up with would have not even compared, regardless of which way it'd gone. His thoughts took a detour when she kissed him, neck straining to lift his head just a fraction to meet her lips. He was tired, but apparently not spent - he had to stifle the urge to pull her into him. Looking at her as she trailed her fingers along his arm, Jaron smiled to himself. He wasn't sure if he could exactly say he worked for this, but she was by far his greatest conquest. Actually thinking of any other made his stomach turn a little bit, so he was glad that she changed the subject. Fate? "I don't know," he answered honestly. "There've been plenty of things in my life that I don't truly think I earned, but if you mean you...." He smirked. "I guess why else would you have stumbled across my workout? Sure as hell not for friends," he teased, trying to imagine some supernatural force pushing them together. The thought of being destined to meet this woman was heady, but at the same time some big greater plan intimidated him. He didn't want to be a pawn in anyone's game - that implicated expectations. "What about you?" he asked, rolling onto his side and pulling her closer. He kissed her shoulder, his middle finger playing along her collarbone and down the center of her chest to her belly, where it swirled a random pattern. He was good this time, not aiming to go any further; he wanted her again and again, but he knew downtime, where they talked like this, was just as important. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Mar 28, 2017 21:16:51 GMT -5
| Why else would she have stumbled upon his workout? "Because I was lost." She replied sheepishly. She had absolutely refused to admit it then because she was an explorer and explorers were supposed to know where they were going, but how could you know where you were going on a new planet? It wasn't like she'd had any landmarks to go by, the map that she'd been given had been crude at best. But it wasn't a total waste even if Jaron had infuriated her with the way he had started treating her. It made her happy hat she'd stuck around and got to see that there was far more to him than a pretty smile and his Leo act. Jaron turned her question around on her and, for a while, Zee was quiet. It was easy for her to believe in fate when it came to Jaron -- it was such a romantic notion that she was almost embarrassed by it -- but when she looked at the rest of her life it was much more difficult. Believing in fate meant accepting that her parents were supposed to die when they did and that she was supposed to live the life that she had with all the bumps and bruises and rewards -- she looked at Jaron -- that came with it. "It's hard not to." She finally answered, a little distracted by Jaron's fingers trailing down her chest. "I mean, if we had stayed on Earth we never would've met." And odds were that if they had met he wouldn't have even taken a second look at her and she wasn't going to kid herself into thinking that he would. She wasn't a tall, beautiful model like what she assumed his usual type was. Hell, she probably would never have even gone to one of his concerts because she'd always had other things to do ... like work. Going to concerts and meeting people hadn't been something that had been high on her priority list. So yeah, it was easy for her to believe that meeting Jaron in the middle of the forest on an alien planet had been fate. When his fingers reached her stomach she giggled and squirmed before turning so his fingers were on her back instead of her stomach. When she was facing him, though, it was impossible not to want to kiss him and knowing now that she could without consequence only made it more difficult. There was no reason -- or desire -- for her to exercise any kind of self control .. so she didn't. Zee pressed her hand against Jaron's shoulder and rolled them both over so that he was underneath her while she straddled his hips. She trailed the tips of her fingers down his chest then leaned down, her lips just brushing his, teasing him. Of course that led to a kiss that was far less teasing... ♥♥♥ |
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Post by Jaron Namir on Mar 29, 2017 21:27:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] He snorted. Sure she'd been lost. Although... He supposed it was possible, considering how recently he had touched down on the planet at the time of their meeting. Maybe she hadn't been here all that long either, and she really had been wandering around aimlessly. Whatever, it didn't matter. Now they were here, in his bed, and that's all his brain really cared about. Thinking back on it, though, Jaron's cheeks flushed. He had acted like a total douche, and he was lucky that she stuck around long enough for him to get comfortable with her. Not to mention the withdrawals she'd had to witness... He sighed. Yaveh, it was a miracle she was laying beside him now. The thought fresh in his mind, he leaned in to press a kiss her forehead. When she didn't answer right away, Jaron grew concerned that she didn't like his answer. Was she expecting him to immediately say yes? Surely not… She knew him better than that. He'd never gone into great detail about his childhood, but she knew enough to know that he hadn't exactly had it easy. From an outside perspective, his life probably seemed pretty lavish, but he'd made a comment on more than one occasion of how his mother had treated him. That wasn't fate. ... But may be coming to this planet was. He hadn't expected her to draw even closer, and doing so brought her scent too near to ignore. She filled his nose, she overtook his senses, and his nostrils flared as he struggled to keep a clear mind. What was she trying to do? Surely she was tired… but that sweet little innocent kiss said otherwise. When she rolled him onto his back, he took a deep, steadying breath in. His hands automatically went to her hips. ”You're going to be the death of me,” he half-growled, half-whined against her lips. ♥♥♥ It was interesting, he thought, how easily he gave up control to Zee. All he had in his life were the things either within his or his mother's control. The moment he was rid of her, he made it his life's mission to never be under anyone's command again… But with Zee, that didn't really seem to matter. With her, wasn't about who had more power. It was about showing affection to the other party in the best way possible. And Yaveh, did he like it. Contentedly, he ran a hand over her hair. He wanted to stay here forever, but he knew they shouldn't. His stomach thought the same, currently rumbling loudly in a demand for food. Smirking, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed Zee's temple. ”We should probably do something else, Energizer bunny,” he said lowly, his tone making it obvious that he was saying it out of obligation rather than longing. His mouth stayed at her ear, and his arms remained around her. They needed to move, but he didn't want to let go. if they left this cabin, some part of him worried that everything would go back to the way it was before. And he could absolutely not let that happen. [attr="class","sintag2"] Zephira Crichton x did this entirely voice to text, so let me know if there are a bunch of errors xD [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Apr 23, 2017 17:22:41 GMT -5
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Exhaustion had overtaken Zee and she'd fallen asleep, comfortably wrapped in Jaron's arms. He tucked her hair behind her ear and she stirred, then opened an eye and peeked, a small smile curving her lips upward when he kissed her temple. He was right, they did need to do something else -- like go back to the river and get her stuff that she had left there. "...but I don't want to." She murmured and made no move to untangle herself from Jaron's arms. "And you don't mean it." There was no way for her to know his fear without him voicing it, but she had a similar one. Her's just revolved around Jaron finally coming to his senses and realizing what he'd said and what they had done and totally shutting down and shutting her out of his life.
Zee sighed and turned her head, pressing a quick kiss to Jaron's cheek. Her hands held the blanket against her chest as she sat up and looked around the cabin, taking note of how their clothes had just been thrown everywhere in their haste. Then she looked out the window, squinting at the sun as she tried to gauge what time it was and how many hours might be left before sunset. It wasn't like she wanted to go home, but she would have to eventually and she still wasn't a fan of travelling after dark.
"I have to go back to the river." She finally said, her head turning so she could look at Jaron once more. "I left all my stuff there." She hadn't thought she'd be with Jaron for so long, not that she was complaining. That definitely wasn't the caes. "I should get it before someone else finds it and takes it." Her tone, however, suggested that she wanted to do the exact opposite and he would probably pick up on that. Her stomach growled so loudly a second later that she laughed. "And I'm hungry." She wasn't sure if Jaron had a stockpile of food or if they would have to go out and find something to eat. If worse came to worse she had MREs at home that she could dig in to.
"Okay, I have to get dressed." But then she looked around the cabin again. Or .... maybe she had to find all of her clothes first and then get dressed. "Don't look, or we'll never get out of here." She was mostly joking, but there was a little part of her that suspected that she might be right. So she tossed part of the blanket over his head before she got up to start gathering her clothes. The first shirt she grabbed, of course, was Jaron's, but she still put it on just in case he decided to peek even though she'd told him not to. The cabin wasn't that big, so it shouldn't have taken her nearly as long to find all of her clothes, but they were literally everywhere, spread out over every square inch of space. "Where did you throw my bra?" Because there was always that one thing that just refused to be found.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Apr 27, 2017 19:22:36 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] "Me either," he chuckled, "but if we never leave, then we never eat. And as much as I would love to be with you until my dying breath, I would rather that not come so... soon." He pressed a quick but no less sweet kiss to her lips, then ran a hand through her hair in the wrong direction to mess it all up. Zee sat up before he did, but he eventually scooched so his back rested against the wall and his hands folded across his lap. He watched her as her eyes roved the cabin, probably looking for her clothes, and he snickered under his breath. "Not sure if I should say sorry, or...." He let his voice trail off, looking at her from the corner of his eye. He 100%, definitely for certain, was not apologizing. "..I guess that's a good reason," Jaron agreed, giving a thoughtful frown even as he reached out to encircle her in his arms. Pulling her snugly against his chest, he buried his nose in her hair. "I bet, if we ask nice enough, we could get food from the main colony. Or Exurbia, since going into the heart of Nemus would take us in the opposite direction of your stuff."Chuckling, he let her go. A second later the blanket was over his head, which he batted away frantically because he didn't want to miss a second of being able to look at her. Once he had her in eyesight again, he whistled appreciatively. And, naturally, she chose his shirt to put on, which was all sorts of hot. It hit her just low enough to cover the majority of her curves, and just high enough to make his mouth water. With a groan, he slapped a hand over his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. She was right - if he kept looking, they definitely weren't leaving. "Over there somewhere," he mumbled, waving with his free hand to... somewhere around the cabin. Pausing, he actually tried to think of where it would've gone. Her shirt.... was against the far wall, by the door. Her shorts were somewhere in the middle of the cabin (he'd thrown them). Her underwear........... He didn't know. Bra? He'd been a little too mindless to pay attention to where it went. "I can help you look?" he offered, peeking over at her. Slowly, he swung his legs from the bed and rose to a stand. Good lord, he was fatigued. Shamelessly, he stretched high before loping across the cabin to grab his pants. His boxer briefs were somewhere ambiguous, and honestly right now he didn't care to be that restricted. He was going to jump Zee again the moment he thought they could both handle it, so might as well put as few barriers between them as possible. He was also minimally concerned about his shirt, but the thought of pulling it off Zee made him smirk. "You have fifteen seconds to find your clothes before I take mine back," he taunted, standing square and crossing his arms as he looked at her. Sure, he could help her, but then he'd kind of be working against himself, now wouldn't he? [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Apr 30, 2017 18:00:18 GMT -5
| Zee gave a little whine in protest when Jaron ran his fingers the wrong way through her hair and pushed it all in her face -- like it wasn't already messed up enough. She was pretty sure that she had a bad case of sex hair and Jaron would only make it look even wilder. Slowly, she dragged her fingers through the messy, tangled locks to try and coax it into looking somewhat normal, and it helped. Somewhat.
"I wouldn't believe you even if you did." Zee replied to what he said next. She certainly wassn't upset over having her clothing scattered over every inch of the cabin. It was .... actually thrilling to think about. But if she continued down that road they would likely end up spending even more time in the cabin bed. As appealing as that idea was, she knew that she needed to find her clothes, get dressed, and get to the river before someone stole her stuff.
But being pulled so snuggly against Jaron's chest made it hard to think about anything besides the way his skin felt against her own. Or the way his muscles had twitched and flexed under her hands. There were a slew of other thoughts that started to flood her mind that finally made her announce that she needed to get dressed. After she threw the blanket over Jaron's head she scurried as quickly as she could to gather her clothes, but hearing Jaron's whistle was testament enough that she hadn't moved quickly enough. His groan after she'd pulled his shirt on also proved that she was right to tell him not to look. "I told you not to look." She said a little too smugly, but she had been right! Eventually he would realize that she was always right. Mostly. Sometimes.
Zee spun around and looked to where Jaron had waved to, but she didn't see her bra, which meant that he hadn't paid attention to where he'd thrown it. Honestly, she hadn't paid much attention to where she'd thrown his clothes either. But there was her underwear. She grabbed then and slipped them on rather quickly. But Jaron's offer to help and his movement made Zee look over at him as he stood. Subsequently her face turned bright red an she spun around so her back was to him. Jesus Christ, he was going to drive her crazy. When she turned, however, she spotted her shorts in the middle of the floor and snatched them up and pulled them on.
"You have fifteen seconds to find your clothes before I take mine back,"
She turned back to face Jaron and Jesus why did he have to look so beautiful standing there with his arms crossed and no shirt on. Her eyes roved over the contours of his body, and she had to force herself to stay standing where she was because if she didn't she would go to him. She would touch him, would trace her fingers over his muscles, and would lead him right back to the bed where they would, undoubtedtly spend another couple of hours. Belatedly, she realized that she was biting her lip and staring as if she'd never seen him before.
"Hmph." She finally grunted, and even though she knew better she still wanted to call Jaron on his bluff. So she crossed her arms and grinned. "Its been fifteen seconds."
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Post by Jaron Namir on May 6, 2017 15:02:03 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He chuckled when Zee suddenly spun around, as if she were embarrassed to have looked at him. "You were just all up on this," he reminded nonchalantly as he moved to the other side of the cabin, casting a glance over his shoulder to gauge her reaction. Jaron honestly expected her to start scrambling to find her own shirt, but when she failed to move any faster - or really, at all - he realized how dumb that assumption had been. "You're trouble," he told her, rolling his eyes and smirking as he walked forward, the motion calm and lazy only because they'd thoroughly worn each other out. Reaching her, his smirk turned into a grin and he leaned down to kiss her. Because he'd be foolish not to, he ran his hands down her arms and to the hem of the shirt. Teasing underneath it so he could stroke a finger just above her shorts, he smiled against her lips and let his hands wander for just a second before they came back up to her arms. It wasn't the smoothest motion, but he pushed his hands the wrong way through the sleeves and leaned in so he could grab the hem of the shirt from the inside. Keeping their lips connected, he pulled the material off of Zee and over him. Honestly he'd expected to get caught up somewhere in the middle, so when he was successful Jaron gave a little fist pump. Abruptly cutting the kiss, he stood and grinned down at her. "Go find your own," he instructed playfully, swiping his pointer finger across the tip of her nose. Pointedly looking away from her so he wouldn't be tempted to throw her back on the bed - exhaustion be damned - he walked outside and leaned against the outer wall of the cabin, waiting for her. If she didn't find her shirt he'd give his back, but truthfully he wanted to keep his tattoo covered. He'd learned on this planet that few people recognized his face, but plenty recognized the signature mark - and he didn't care for the attention anymore. While he waited, he passively watched her horse grazing. He wasn't tied, which made Jaron's eyebrows rise. "Your horse is very loyal," he called back to her. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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