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Post by Geoffrey Merchant on Aug 8, 2008 0:52:38 GMT -5
He smirked lightly at her question. "I sleep in the living quarters." He pondered for a moment how he'd entertain her with a sufficient answer to her next question, without giving away too much. He found a loop hole, a way around telling her the entire story. "I have nowhere else to go." He answered, not a trace of sorrow in his voice. He never mourned for himself. There were things more worthy of his time then himself.
He caught every movement she made. Her eyes tracing from his own eyes, to his lips, even down to his chest. As he felt her hands touch his bare skin, it sent a shock through him, a whole new feeling, even deeper then those he already had racing through him just moments before. If it wasn't obvious enough that she wasn't going to pull away, wasn't going to react like she wasn't repulsed - there wasn't much else to hint Jeff along. So he took the moment and brought her ever so closer to him as gently as humanly possible.
For a moment his self awareness, self conciousness, broke through. A voice in his head told him he'd mess this up, scare her away. Not only would he lose what he could potentially have with her, he'd lose everything. But even that didn't matter. What mattered was the underlying cause of that; the fear that even though she was reacting like this, she might still reject him moments from now if he made any further advancements. His eyes turned weary, almost fearful, as he gazed into hers. He wasn't one to take risks - he was one to run from them. Why should this be any different?
But then his ears caught the sound of her shakey breath. He felt the warmth against his already burning felsh. And he knew this wasn't going to end the way it was right this second.
His left hand slid to the small of her back, resting there against the silk of her nighty. His other found its way up her neck, caressing her delicate face. He looked into her eyes for a moment, longing, desire, joy, risk and fear meshing together into one.
He touched his lips gently to hers, careful not to pressure, careful not to rush. If she hadn't wanted this, or decided on a whim she didn't want this, he'd back off. He'd release instantaneously - and probably never risk it again. But for now, all that he could think of was the fact he was holding the most beautiful girl, and most of all, kissing her. There was something else there though... the reminder that despite the fact he'd known of her, they had never had an honest conversation. In fact, they were merely acquantences. Moments ago he had been tiptoeing around her, unsure in which was to present himself. This whole... thing. Was so complicated. And with this kiss, it wouldn't get any easier. It'd never be easier then it was before they met; from this point on, it would only get more complicated.
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Post by Klara Genesis on Aug 8, 2008 1:26:52 GMT -5
Klara sighed and left that discussion for another time. It wasn't her business to pry anyway, right? What had gotten into her?! Usually she'd nose around until she found out what she wanted to know. Maybe this boy was having a stronger effect on her than she thought. But either way, she would ask about it later...
She didn't feel herself move, but suddenly she was much closer to Geoffrey. Klara caught the scent of his skin, and her stomach clenched almost painfully. A gasp had nearly escaped past her lips. Klara had to swallow again, feeling as if her heart were trying to slip through her throat. The deep breaths she was taking were helping a little, though each time she inhaled fresh oxygen, she would inhale the smell of him along with it.
Faintly she wondered whether this was something more than...physical. Momentarily she allowed herself to analyze. Did she feel comfortable around him? Yes, when not including the fact that he made her heart pound like crazy and she found it hard to breathe. Could she trust him with...her secrets? Now, that was a question she'd need answered later on.
She nearly shook her head. What was she doing?! Her mind should be on this moment, this boy; the analyzing could wait...
Just as she brought herself back to the situation, one of his hands slipped to her lower back, making her move closer into him, and the other went to her neck. Klara couldn't hold back a small delighted shiver. She was too lost to even blush. Nothing else mattered but having his lips on her own.
Moments later her wish was granted, and she nearly melted in his arms at the mere touch of his lips. Her right hand slipped up along his chest to slowly wind around to the back of his neck, and she brought herself yet closer to him, the lines of their bodies pressed together. The kiss remained gentle, but she didn't want to keep it gentle. Klara pushed herself to her tiptoes, pressing their lips a little harder to Geoffrey's.
If she'd had the ability to think, she'd have been celebrating the fact that she was finally in his arms, after weeks of imagining, but never having the guts to...do anything about it.
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Post by Geoffrey Merchant on Aug 8, 2008 1:45:47 GMT -5
If he wasn't quite as strong as he was, not only phsyically but mentally, his knee's probably would have buckled when she did the opposite of what he had feared. She fell into him, returning the kiss. His next intake of breath was sharp, with both desire and happy surprise that she hadn't confirmed his fears.
With the hand resting on the small of her back, he pulls her tighter against him, his powerful arm holding her up as she stood on her tiptoes, supporting her entire weight so that she remained comfortable. With the hand at her neck he slides it gently across her cheek, light tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Now he ran it back down her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand. He took one resting against his chest and folded it into his own, moving it over his heart so she could feel the radical pounding. It sounded, and probably felt, like it was bursting at the seams, merely moments from freeing itself from his chest.
As she intensified the kiss he relaxed himself a bit, hoping with his entire being she wasn't feel forced into this. Was there maybe some kind of sick prank, that if the royal acted as if she was with, even just for a kiss, a lowlife stable boy, that somehow it'd garner them more votes or money in something? What an odd thought to have, and he decided to brush it off. This definitely didn't feel forced.
He matched her intensity, although still keeping it soft and, since he was that sort of guy, passionate. He could feel her against him, and he wanted her more now then ever. He didn't want to let go, he didn't want this to end. But he also didn't want this to get out of control. What if, for some reason, they didn't stop? He knew full well they would, but he wasn't comfortable with taking this kiss much farther. Even though, in truth, it wasn't exactly an earth-shattering makeout session.
But considering the circumstances, and the two involved, it was quite something. And to Jeff, it was everything.
He broke from the kiss, a weary but beautiful smile on his lips. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what he could say, what there even was to say. But the fear of her reaction to the simple act of the way he spoke to her earlier had vanished. He knew, or assumed, that if he spoke to her now, he wouldn't have to have such a formal facade up. Unless, of course, this was a joke or to her a mistake, and she bolted. Either way, it felt different. New. Like they were really meeting each other for the first time; physically and emotionally.
"Hi." He said with a crooked smile, his voice a touch huskier then before. He still held her close to him, not willing to let her go yet. If something like this happened with anyone else, which wasn't likely since Jeff had decided years ago he was useless and undesirable, he probably would have been apologising. But during that kiss, he felt something so strong, there was no doubt - she had wanted it just as much, if not more, then he did.
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Post by Klara Genesis on Aug 8, 2008 17:49:47 GMT -5
Klara had experience with men, and the fact that he pulled away first, without her saying anything, earned him a ton of points. She wasn't happy that he stopped the kiss, but she was happy that he wouldn't push things to go further. She felt respected.
It was very rare for any male to make her feel respected, even with being of royal blood. Klara had learned to tell the difference between forced respect and genuine respect.
She remained close to him, opening her eyes and keeping her lips slightly parted for a moment. Klara was surprised that she could think at all; his kiss had been like a shock to her senses, she was stunned. The hand she had on the back of his neck absently played with the hair she could reach, and she kept her body close.
"Hey..."
Her knees nearly gave way at the sound of his voice and the heart-stopping smile he gave her. It was decided. She wouldn't let their status get in the way of...this.
If they'd kept kissing, she have surly been out of breath now. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Hell, who cared! Klara took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders a bit, noticing that the silk robe had slipped off one shoulder, but not caring enough to fix it.
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Post by Geoffrey Merchant on Aug 8, 2008 18:26:47 GMT -5
A shiver rippled down his spine, thousands of tiny sensations tingling throughout his body as he felt Klara's touch, felt her play with the bit of hair she could reach without deliberately stretching for it.
As she spoke, it reassured him that the choice he had made had definitely not been wrong, although some, including himself, would argue that it was not right either. The sound of her voice only intensified what he was feeling, making his breath become more labored, forcing him to part him lips just the slightest. His eyes fell to her lips, but he would resist the urge to kiss her again.
The silk robe slid, revealing one of Klara's beautiful shoulders. He dragged one hand up her arm, his fingertips barely touching the fabric. When he reached the crease, he grasped it, and gently pulled it back into place over her porcelain skin.
A breeze blew through the barn, a bit of it catching on the tack room door and swooping in on them. The gush of wind licked Jeff's skin, reminding him he was shirtless. Well, that made it kind of awkward. Yes, he had an undeniably beautiful body; with his some-form-of-an-eating-disorder and obsessive compulsive workout habits, it was bound to happen. But he was still insanely self concious, convinced his physique and personality would never be good enough for anyone. So, as he took all this in, he realised that he must look quite silly, quite disgusting, in contrast to the girl he was holding. Although it was not at all true, it was what he believed.
And in truth, what was such a beautiful, such an amazing girl, especially of her status, doing with him? She was either making a terrible mistake, forced into it, or... the thought hit him with the same rush a bus would. She was a rebel in her family, wasn't she? That time in the woods, she'd been evading her guard, her family. Maybe this wasn't some kind of sick joke... maybe she was just trying to rebel.
With everything going through his mind, he had come to decide that he was, as usual, a futile and useless disturbance to the world. And that Klara was either using him, or would regret being here with him in time to come. If the initial thought was true, he felt selfish doing what he was about to do. If it was the latter, he could feel selfless, allowing himself to suffer so she could come to realise what an accident she had gotten herself into before it was too late.
With an inward sigh, he released Klara from his grip, stepping back. His eyes, so full of emotions ranging from bliss to desperate depression, caught hers. He allowed them to linger for a moment, then stepped towards the door that was not leading into the barn - since it was block by Klara, anyway - but the door on the other side of the tack room that lead into the living quarters. "I'm sorry. Sorry." He muttered again as he continued.
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Post by Klara Genesis on Aug 8, 2008 18:47:53 GMT -5
Klara felt him shiver and she felt as if she would explode with happiness. He was feeling it too, she no longer had any doubts about that. Klara felt the strong urge to snuggle her face against his shoulder, but he wasn't wearing a shirt, so it might turn out very awkward. With that thought, her eyes slide down to the curve of his shoulder. Klara's lips parted again and she had to fight the urge to press them to his skin.
Her eyes quickly flicked up to look at his face again, and she watched him intently as he slid his hand along her arm. Klara visibly shivered, then smiles softly as he pulled the silk over her skin and back into place. My, my, wasn't he a gentleman...
Most definitely better mannered than any of the nobleman her mother had made her meet. She nearly wrinkled her nose at the thought of them. Spoiled brats they'd been, each and every one of them.
She watched his expression change from soft and wanting to...something so sad and tormented, it nearly broke her heart. Klara's eyes widened in response, and she couldn't help but softly gasp as he released her and stepped away. Crystal blue eyes were fixed on him as he walked toward a door she hadn't noticed before, and she had to swallow before she could speak,
"What is there to apologize for?"
Her own words brought her out of her shock and she felt the first hint of anger. How could he just drop her like this after she'd put herself out there for him, after risking everything she had everything she was for a chance--
Klara's brows pulled together and she followed him, there was no way she could let this go. Yes, she'd allowed Geoffrey to see the softer side of herself, but she was still strong-headed, stubborn.
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Post by Geoffrey Merchant on Aug 8, 2008 19:12:18 GMT -5
Each time he took a step, his heart began to beat faster rather then slower. Her words made him falter a moment, but he continued into the corridor. She was following him. He knew better then to keep walking, as that would only lead them into a bedroom.
So he took a deep breath, collected his scattered thoughts, and turned to her. "For kissing you. For everything. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong. I'm sorry." He shook his head and then ran a hand cooly through his hair. He longed to reach out, to touch her, as he had been moments ago. As he'd been longing to do for weeks before that. "Sorry." He repeated, as if he said it a few more times it would reverse what had just occured.
Despite the feeling of solitude and remorse, he wished she'd reach for him. Or that he could have the nerve to reach for her. Or that he could even explain to her why. Instead, he opted to question her motives for following him. Was she willing to try that hard just to use him? "That time in the woods, you were trying to get away from authority." He spoke gently, his words like a spoken song. "And now..." He wasn't sure how to put it. "If you're trying to use me, need to, I don't know... to prove something to your family..." Although his words could be misconstrude, they were spoken in such a way that it was evident he wasn't implying them in a malicious way. "Just tell me." The last three words were spoken quietly. He wasn't sure why those words had come out rather than the initial desire to walk away, but he couldn't do anything about it now.
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Post by Klara Genesis on Aug 8, 2008 20:08:25 GMT -5
She stopped a few steps away from him, watching his face intently, her brows pulled together. Her eyes held a mix of confusion, hurt, and barely contained fury. Small hands were balled into fists at her sides, and her robe had slipped open again, revealing part of her pink and black tank top. She really didn't care, too distracted by the situation to give a damn.
Her lips parted in amazement at his first comment, her brows pulling even closer together. Her heart was hammering like crazy, and she felt something close to agony in her chest, "You regret kissing me..."
He'd couldn't have hurt her worse than with those words. Or so she thought, until he spoke again, recalling the first time they'd actually spoken to each other. Klara listened silently as he spoke, too upset to be distracted by the perfection of his lips, the blue of his eyes, or even his naked chest. His words sent a pang of pain through her. Could he possibly think that she was that...heartless? That she would pretend to have feelings for him only to...upset her parents or...declare her independance?!
Klara swallowed and took a step back from him, "You actually believe that I could--" She couldn't finish the sentence, her throat feeling thick with tears and anger. Klara took a deep breath, the hands that had relaxed curling into fists again, nails pressing hard enough into her skin for it to sting. How could he think that she could go that low, use him in such a way?!
She supposed she'd thought wrong; their status would always come between them. To him she would always be the spoiled rich girl, the user, the manipulator. Her next words were a whisper, "Damn you." And with that she turned on her heel and ran down the corridor and back into the tack room. She then turned a corner and ran through the barn toward the door.
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