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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 20:19:06 GMT -5
He leans over the counter, one elbow holding his weight as he regards her. Nervous? He can’t help but lick his lips at the anxiety before his lips slide into a grin. He takes her in, remembers the flutter of her pulse beneath his lips. He sets the glasses that had been dangling from his other fingers down lightly and eyes met hers from under his lashes.
“It’s a big step, but I’ve thinking…wanting it for awhile now…” He uncorks the wine and pours what he feels is just enough and not too much. It was only then that his eyes have to drop away, but their back on her in any instant. He walks in an easy gait up to her and places the glass in her hand.
He clinks his glass with hers after a measured moment and yet he doesn’t take a drink. He leans in, eyes hooding. “I want to run my lips over every inch of your skin. I want to savor you so much more than this wine,” he speaks in a whisper that teases his breath against her ear. “But I can be very patient.” He smirks. His eyes are dark in mischief.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 20:35:30 GMT -5
"Me too," Iris confesses quite easily, in spite of her nerves. He may make her nervous sometimes, but that doesn't mean that she's afraid to be completely open and transparent with him. Which she proves by adding, "I think the only reason I'm so nervous is because I take us seriously."
While she's not a woman who would sleep with just anyone, she's also not a woman who would deny herself the company of a man she wanted the company of, regardless of the current and future prospects of their relationship. But Nathaniel is not some passing fancy, but someone she could see spending the foreseeable future with, and thus far he seems to feel the same way - which puts him in an incredibly important position in her life. So of course she's nervous; she wants tonight to be satisfying for both of them - something new to share.
Accepting the glass and smiling when he clinks his against hers, she doesn't hesitate to take a big mouthful. She's not often one to turn to alcohol when she has a problem - in fact she's known to skip on it from time to time even when given a prime opportunity - because she knows that it usually doesn't do anything to help and tends to make things worse. But here's the exception - it actually will help here and now.
Even as she's swallowing, the teasing words in her ear cause her to feel that melting feeling once again - the moment she can breathe again the unspoken 'oh my' is quite obvious in both her expression and in the heavy way she breathes in. The mere thought of his lips running along every inch of her skin makes her heart pound and her face feel flushed.
But before that feeling can overwhelm her, her expression suddenly becomes amused and her amusement seems to help steady her. Kissing the shell of his ear first, she whispers back, "Even my ankles?" Her voice is skeptical but her expression is teasing. Instead of being nervous, she really should relax and let herself have fun - that's one of the main things that she likes about being with Nathaniel after all - the fun!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 21:41:43 GMT -5
Nathaniel takes them quite seriously as well. Yet where she is nervous and it causes her pause, his nerves ignite his blood. Fear is supposed to tighten your inhibitations; it loosens his, not that he’s going to jump into doing something stupid and he’s certainly not going to rush her, but to see the bright-eyed and uncertain expression across her face has other effects on him. It endears him on the one hand and on the other, it makes his heart race with not fear, but absolute excitement. Who knew that seeing another’s uncertainty would have such a heady result?
He doesn’t need the alcohol, but his sip gives him his own time to pause and not rush headlong into anything. Rash he can be, but not with her. This isn’t a decision he made lightly. He knows he’s committed and plans to continue to be. He wouldn’t waste this on passing fancy, and certainly not harm her.
He chuckles at the breath he hears and his arm tightens about her waist. Emboldened he slips it lower on her back and pulls her flush against him as kisses behind her ear and practically purrs, “Especially your ankles.” He drops his head and his lips press up her pulse. “Kiss every one of your pretty toes, then your heel and instep, work my way to your ankle and up…up.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 3:37:09 GMT -5
Even as the words had left her lips, Iris knew she was asking for the exact response that she got. But the predictability doesn't make it any less enjoyable, and she can't help but laugh as he pulls her close and confirms his desire to kiss her ankles. No doubt he can feel her heart racing - a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and pleasure causing it to pound very quickly indeed.
While the decisions that led to her being here in this man's arms at this moment were very carefully considered - a merger of the logical considerations of pros and cons, risks and rewards, hopes and realities as well as the more emotional aspects of wants and desires - she's now finding all sense and logic taking a back seat. Those 'higher' thoughts have done their work, approved of this situation, and now they must make way for something far more primal - lust and instinct.
Her empty hand slips around his shoulders - pushing him closer even though he can't physically get closer. Instead the pressure both emphasizes the fact that she very much would like him to stay that close, and it also helps her stay perfectly balanced as she lifts her opposite leg to wrap around his - careful to make sure that the movement will in no way trip him, but adding the touch of her thigh against his leg to the equation.
Meanwhile, her other hand is still holding her wine glass, and she takes another large swallow from it before she teasingly asks, "Hmm, so you're a leg man with a foot fetish? Anything else I should know?" In spite of the playful way of asking that question, she really does want to know. After all, though she'd definitely enjoy exploring all of him eventually, a few pointers about what he already knows that he likes would certainly be helpful. It's all too easy for her to assume that this will be the first of many such evenings, so she can also assume that she'll have plenty of time to help him try to expand upon that list later - tonight she just wants to make sure that he's pleased.
(OOC: 200th post!)
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