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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  dont read this
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    boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

    He doesn’t pull away until the sashay of that white lace slides quietly through the door, partially for her safety and partially just to watch the moonlight gleam off of her long legs as they climb the marble stairs. The small smile on his lips tells of his amusement with her allure, the way she knows just what she does to him. The spot they park around the driveway cannot come fast enough.

    The clack of his shoes on short staircase is his only company as he attempts to calm his nerves. He unbuttons the jacket and adjusts it tighter by the lapels, his last little solitude before stepping in. Kensa’s body is as familiar to him as his own mind; still, the thought of her thick red hair in his hands sends butterflies fluttering through the pit of his stomach. Finally, he twists the door open and runs a hand through his blonde hair, scanning for where she may have settled tonight.

    A gentle susurration tells him she has settled in the sitting room - the blue velvet couch flashing through his mind. A nervous chuckle escapes him as he quickly walks to the dark doorway: that’s a new spot, but the idea of pushing her soft skin against against an equally as soft surface sends a little shudder down his spine. She is laying across the couch with no worries about the dress that has ridden up or the little peek of her underwear.

    Lie kneels where her feet dangle over the armrest and smiles a devilish smile.

    “Did you pull your dress up on purpose?”

    He places a kiss on the top of her left foot, then the right, moving slower than he wants to. The couch creaks as he rises to place his cheek against her leg, staring up at Kensa with glittering gold eyes. “You are so beautiful, my love.” And she is, a streak of moonlight shining through curtains highlighting her cheekbones and turning her hair into a glowing red halo.

    Litotes’ arms stretch to settle his hands on either side of her legs. He places a kiss on both of her calves, then the sides of her knees, then slowing to trail his lips up her inner thighs. He pauses, grabs the soft flesh of her thigh in his teeth and gently pulls. His eyes glance up to her face for a split second, excitement glimmering in them. He’s so close he can see the lace details of her thong - with one hand he pushes her dress just a bit further up, with the other he grabs her left thigh from beneath and tugs her closer.

    Kensa’s skin is sweet against his tongue as he moves upward, taking his time, lingering right where her leg meets her hip. His shifting is slow, from skin to fabric, lips barely touching until they reach their destination. A single kiss is placed upon the center of the lace, then he stops completely, reaching a hand up to place on her stomach. The grin on his face is mischievous.

    and if i'm caught up would you stay?

    Litotes


    @[Kensa]
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