Flying.. alone

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Ah, things had finally got moving.. Now, pleasure was hitting the small feline from every direction, every shape and form. The seductive nibbling of her earlobe, the carressing of her breasts.. And most pleasurable of all, the kissing of them.. It was as though he was touching her all over, teasing her body, sending shudders of hot white heat through her body.. Such pleasure had to be rewarded.

Unconciously moaning, she pulls herself foward a little, to free herself of his grasp, his touch, his kisses. Wriggling around somewhat, she turns in his lap, now sat facing him once again. Where to begin.. Such a fantastic masculine body in front of her, all aspects of it at her disposal.. Leaning in quickly, she pushes her lips against his, locking Zarkan and herself in a passionate kiss, thin salmon tongue darting in and out of his mouth, tasting him, teasing him..

Pulling away for a single moment to stare deep into his eyes, deep into his soul, the kiss is soon continued, as though the two's mouths were attracted magnets that were unable to stay apart. It was then, that delicate, slender figures slid down his chest, inching ever closer to his crotch..</span>

 

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"Not half as good as you.."

The petite feline says breathlessly back to him, then continuing the passionate kiss that she had started once before. His hands, his lips, they were all over her body, teasing and touching her. It was then that softest of hand rests delicately on her cheek.. Such a true sign of affection. Calming a little, she opens her eyes, looking into his with a soft and loving expression. Watching him gently for a moment, she smiles, lifting hands back up from his near-lower regions and resting them around his neck in a quick, tight hug - just a return in the show of affection.

Also providing a sheer tease.. She had been so close to what would have given him the most pleasure.. Lift grin dusting over her features after the small period of time spent displaying affections, Xestri leans in once more to kiss her beloved. Starting softly, the simple gentle pressing of her lips against his. Soon the passion increases, the kiss growing more and more romantic and seductive..

To add to this mood, slender fingers flutter down Zarkan's muscled chest once again.. Maybe she would go all the way, this time? Well, it all depended on how aroused the incredible male before her was.. And, just like she did, he would have to show some form of approval.. With words, or more preferably, action..</span>

 

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The table's had turned, so it seemed.. Hearing the light growl, Xestri sneakily smiles, having only wanted approval.. And if she had gotten it, Zarkan would've gotten sheer pleasure in return. But no, it appeared he didn't wish to play that way. He was going to tease her right back, and boy, did he? Pushed onto her back, a light shiver of excitment runs down Xestri's spine, to see fantastic male climbing a top her body.

Gentle kisses running down her front, she moans deeply once more, a continuous puur emitting from her throat, and vibrating down her figure. He was such a tease, her fingers and mouth so dangerously close to her southern regions. Would he want her approval again? Most likely.. But how to give it to him? Silently she thinks, one hand softly slipping down her form to gently caress Zarkan's cheek. </span>

 

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The passion was rising, as was the heat in the tree hole, and all the while the rain continued to beat down heavily outside, like sheets of water hitting the floor in thunderous beats. Then, all of a sudden, very unlike the rain - everything else stopped. The passion was knocked dead, just cut off out of no where. Taking a moment to figure out what had happened, Xestri looks to Zarkan, whom was now standing, looking at her. Had she done somthing wrong? Tilting her head as he bowed, his voice sounding through her mind;

"Your move.."

..Her move? What was going on here, then? Was he referring to their near-sexual contact? Surely not, as she was quite willing to pleasure him - she wanted to, as a reward for the treats that he had given her. All she wanted was his approval, just like he had wanted from her originally, back when all this was an innocent back massage. She loved the male before her, but now, slightly confused, she was really put off the mood of doing anything sexual..

"..What?"</span>

 

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The nest few moments happened with intense speed, to the extent that it took Xestri a few seconds to really figure out what had happened. She had heard her name, and the word 'sorry' in Zakan's last comment, but this was closely followed by a thud. He must've stood, and hit his head.. This collision thud was soon followed by another, the male falling back to the tree floor - unconcious in state.

What on earth was a blind girl to do, her lover now lying inches away from her in a faint? Not exactly a clever romantic, was he..? Whimpering slightly in worry for him, feline edges towards him, lifting his heavy head into his arms. Taking a moment to remember what may awaken her unconcious companion - her brain clicks. Water.. Somewhat dragging his form to the hole in their tree, she leans his head out, letting the cold rain hit it. This would create a shock, hopefully awakening Zarkan..</span>

 

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Again, the next few events were fast. The light muttering from her soon revived lover - something about battling? Odd.. And then another bolt upwards. An apology, for the comment previously made, and a need for forgivness. Lightly her head lifts to look to him, a small smile curling up into her lips at the pleading look in her eyes. He truely was sorry - but the comment had hurt her. It made all which had been going on appear as just a game, and not the passionate disply of emotions that she had thougth it was. But, no need to upset Zarkan..

"You're forgiven, dear. How's your head?"</span>

 

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Softly smiling, the scythed feline nods gently, brushing a long bang of deepest azure hair from her face. Again her beloved was apologizing, and of course she did accept it.. But couldn't help wonder why he spoke in the first place. Standing to face him, very carful of the ceiling, even though she was too small to reach it anyway, she takes Zarkan's hands. Tugging on them gently, she sits again, signaling by the pulling of his hands that she wants him to sit with her. They could snuggle up together in the warm, and watch the rain beat down around them outside..

"I really love you, too.."</span>

 

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Newest events were unexplainable, indescriblable, unexpected.. And partly at this moment in time - unwanted. Small feline's sexual drive had withered away not due to the mere 'your move' comment, but thanks to the fact that her lover had been unconcious a few seconds ago. This had scared her - shown her how much she truely cared about the black male - whom was now acting rather more adventurous than she had wanted him to be for these moments.

After his small brush with an unconcious state, scythed female had aslo enquired as to his head - how did it feel after a whack to the ceiling of the tree? But, no responce was given.. Apologies were simply repeated, as were announces of his love for her. All very appreciated of course, but not what she had wanted to hear.

This had been let pass though, and Xestri had once again forgiven Zarkan in her head. Maybe he hadn't heard her question.. And afterall, he was her lover. She couldn't not forgive him for silly little things like that. No, the small one had more in mind. Her desire, after Zarkan's bash to the head, was for the pair of them to snuggle up together in the warm against a wall of the tree, opposite the tree hole which they had entered, and watch the rain beat down around them outside. How romantic that would be.. She had even tried signalling this to him, pulling him down with her gently, her fingers laced and entwined within his..

But, it appeared that the blackened male had more in mind.. His thoughts appeared to still be wrapped around the previous sexual goings-on, unlike his delicate lover's. She was gently laid upon the ground, quite unaware of what his devious mind was planning until it was too late to stop him.

Maybe I should show you how much I appreciate your love..

In the opinion of the polar coloured femme, her contrasting lover could have shown his appreciation in many ways - especially by snuggling up with her, and watching the rain. It seemed though, that his mind worked in a different way to hers. Before a polite protest could protrude from young feline's mouth, Zarkan's was covering it, his tongue filling it, searching it. Though his kisses were pure bliss, they did make speaking one's mind a lot more difficult.. This 'passion' continues, dark male lavishing petite form with kisses, focusing mainly on her breasts, before continuing his way on down to Xestri's Southern regions.

Striped female could not lie. Could not argue or deny that the exploration of her lovers tongue into her sexual organ wasn't pleasurable.. 'Twas a beautiful feeling, but was somewhat forced, in her opinion. Not gentle and loving.. Not showing the appreciation of Zarkan's love, but just trying to arouse the ivorn feline, and continue from where they had left off. His lips were clamping down on her sensitive regions, tongue darting in and out of her. Did male's not understand, that female's too have genitals that cannot be put under too much pressure for fear of pain?

Lifting onto her hands, Xestri pushes herself back on them, sliding back up to a sitting position, and pulling away from Zarkan's powerful grasp. Expression appeared a little shocked, pale, pupil-less optics wide, and almost near to tears. Could her beloved not cool his heated loins, and just sit with her? Was that a difficult concept for him to grasp - just sitting quietly, snuggled up with the one he claimed to love and watching the rain? Silent the female stays, simply watching Zarkan's image, which had now been eternally scared into her memories, etched into her mind for ever more. Staring deep into the male, feline moved to the edge of the tree hole, as though she were debating on whether or not to leave.

She did not speak a word, but simply shook her head.</span>

 

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Turning away from the door, petite, polar-coloured female directs her 'gaze' to the darkened male whom had previously been so oddly bold. Had he finally understood that she wasn't a sex-obsessed little critter? She certainly hoped so, because another stunt like that - she'd be gone.

He had just knocked himself out though.. Perhaps there was something messed up with his mind? Momentary madness..? Well, it wouldn't be tolerated. In responce to Zarkan's last comment, Xestri's eyes were cold - as well as her tones.

"Why shouldn't I go?"

EDIT: Fused Eidolon.. I see you lurking, dear. May I ask why, per chance? ^^;</span>

 

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Gaze softened ever so slightly, hearing kind words. But, were they true? If he really felt the strong emotion that is love for her, then why weren't they snuggled up watching the rain now, like she had wanted? Why had he gone all sex-mad, and not just cooled his heated loins for an hour or so? Well.. He had. That was the simple fact. But, everyone should be given a second chance.. Tones softened greatly;

"I know.. I love you too, Zarkan.."

Silently, scyth-pattern form slid ever so slightly towards the other, still wanting nothing more then to lean against the back of the inner-tree, and look out of the entrance hole at the thrashing rain. It would be so warm, and peaceful..</span>