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Post by SCOUT ELAYNA GREY on Nov 13, 2012 0:03:04 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: NIXON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: --- She sulked openly as the elevator dinged open and admitted her. Stabbing her finger into the number for her floor, she crossed her arms and fumed in silence. The moment the door closed, she intended to throw her own personal hissy fit, but for now she forced herself to remain calm in case the stupid receptionist could still see or hear her.
The doors were about to close when a hand snaked through them, halting them and admitting Nixon in a blaze of glory. His eyes blazed with victory as the doors shut behind him, and she realized too late that she was trapped in here with him. She didn't want to confront him now. She just needed to be alone to mull over her thoughts... and maybe to spend a little time reading dirty romance novels and watching naughty tv. Whatever it took.
Suddenly, he stalked toward her, closing the gap between them instantly and planting his hands firmly on either side of her shoulders. She was flashed back to the first night in Upscale when he'd done exactly the same thing, promising her that he wanted her and wanted her right then. Her eyes flashed with anger and desire, but she continued to glare up at him, her chest rising and falling as her breaths grew short. She was tempted to slap him, but she remembered his mother and instantly decided against it. She was a lady not a harpy, and she wouldn't do that to him even if she was royally pissed at him.
He was spewing words then, griping vehemently about how he was tired of her being so self-conscious. The words melted her a bit, but she wasn't ready to stop being mad at him just yet. He'd pissed her off with his demanding tone - and irked her that he'd turned her on at the same damn time - and she wasn't prepared to relent. "Au contraire, you've been with plenty of women before me," she hissed viciously, knowing it was harsh but not caring.
His reaction to the words scared her as he punched the wall beside her head. She knew, deep within her being, that he would never hit her, but he'd come so close. Fear flashed through her eyes, mixed with remorse for what she'd said, but it was soon replaced by her ire. She was deeply jealous that he'd been with so many women, and that was ultimately what led to her self-consciousness. She'd only been with two men before him, and she'd felt so numb with them, it had essentially been a waste of her time.
He growled that no one would ever be good enough, and she felt heat burn in her chest. The fact that he could actually mean that, and she saw it in his gaze even if he was as angry as she was, sent an unwelcome thrill through her. Her insides tingled rapidly, the shadows in her belly giving way to a smoldering hotness that made her want to cry out in frustration. She'd been without his touch for too long. It wasn't fair. She couldn't hold out any longer.
His hips pressed into her, fully restraining her against the wall, and her eyes flashed in defiance as she looked heatedly up at him. She wanted him, she wanted him very badly, but her pride was making her mad. He leaned over her, his lips only millimeters from hers so she felt his hot breath on her mouth. You are mine. The words spiked her blood pressure and she felt her throat grow hot and thick with lust. Although it was chauvinistic, the words made her body react like wildfire, flaming to life and burning out of control.
Then his lips roughly claimed her mouth, and she hissed with desire and want. Her hands instantly went for his jacket, her fingers digging into the fabric and tugging it angrily as she fought against him but welcomed him at the same time. The elevator pinged open, and she barely heard it as her brain rang from the passion between them. She moved with him, stumbling out of the elevator into the hallway, and she moaned softly as his hand found its way to her hair, taking control of her head. He kissed her roughly, and she kissed him back with that same intensity. Her anger added to her passion, and she tore at him as he built her into a frenzy. His hand in her hair yanked her head backward, and she released a small, "Oh," as his teeth connected with her hot skin. Her neck was her weakness, and he knew it, and he used it to his advantage.
Her legs tightened, her thighs pressing together and her hips bucking against him although they were in the hallway. They were alone, and she couldn't think about anything but him and how badly she'd wanted him for days now. She whimpered against him when he let her go just long enough for her to twist and unlock the door. He urged her to hurry, promising he'd meant his words from earlier. She smiled to herself as the door unlocked, his words shooting through her like another flame added to the fire.
Pushing the door open with a flourish, she started to turn back to face him, but he grabbed her before she could. Roughly, he shoved her against the wall, and she moaned from the sensuality of the action. His fingers dug into her waist, tearing her dress away from her, and her eyes flew open as her desire went wild. She lost her mind at his touch, at how deliciously rough he was being after being angry, and her eyes rolled back into her head as the fabric fell away. tell me that we both matter dont we
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU He knew that his action of punching the wall behind her, inches from her head, had scared her. He could see it in her eyes, mirrored with the hot, angry desire that was there for him. For a moment he regretted doing such a thing, but he hadn't had any other release for the fury inside of him and he knew it would be better for the both of them. Trying to get himself together, what little composure he had gathered was lost as she accused him of being with a number of women before her. She was right, of course, but who was he to shove that in her face. Gritting his teeth, his eyes flashed with bitter hatred for her statement. His voice came out in a low whisper, guttural sounding as his passion only mounted. "And how many since you?"
He snarled the rhetoric question, knowing she knew the answer to it. Nixon was a man of needs, and he had the resources to fulfill them, whether it came to buying new things or having a woman in his bed. The week that he had distanced himself from Scout was a week in which they were separated from one another. They didn't have any ties to a relationship, and he didn't have any reason to be faithful. But he had been. He hadn't touched another woman, he hadn't even looked at another woman since he had shared that forceful night with Scout. Their sex had been dizzying and passionate, rough and necessary for them both. That night had been purely about their physical attraction to one another, but neither one of them seemed to mind. Now suddenly, she had a problem with his sex life previously to her. If she was worried about catching some disease, she was sorely mistaken. The only time he had never used protection was when he was with her.
However, he doubted she would believe that because of his well known playboy ways. Ignoring all thoughts of the past, he pushed himself up against her, giving her no wiggle room whatsoever. Just to clarify, in case you have a momentary relapse of self-consciousness. None, Scout." He whispered dangerously in her ear, and then they were suddenly tumbling from the elevator in a hot embrace of passion and need, desire and greed. They couldn't get enough of one another and it was quite obvious. Breathing quickly now, his chest was on fire, but the burning sensation traveling through his veins masked it quickly, making him forget about the pain that the panic attack had given him and replacing it with a pleasure that she could only satiate. Losing himself in her, in her kisses and her roughness, he could feel her anger. And it made him smile. If he wasn't so entangled in her he would have managed a laugh at the sheer fury that was rolling off of her shoulders. He had never seen her in such a fit and it only served to turn him on.
As she matched his roughness with his own, he allowed them temporarily relief as she unlocked her door. He pushed her through it, gently, following after her and slamming the door shut with his foot. Locking the door, as was his habit, he kicked off his shoes suddenly and started to undo his tie, until he caught sight of her and lost all composure again. The momentary break from her as she had allowed them into her apartment was enough to distract him, but that was until he saw her again.
His hands found her body as she tried to turn to him. He wouldn't allow it. His anger was too great, his arousal too heavy for him to allow her control in this moment. He pushed her into the wall, hearing her moan as his fingers brushed across her back, his lips going to her neck as he managed to push her hair to one side. Biting there, he knew that he would leave a mark, but he didn't rightly care. She could hide it if she wanted with her hair, so it didn't leave him much to balk at. His lips pulled away from her heated skin as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of her gown. He ripped it suddenly, the force of his pull making her step back from the wall for a moment. He worked the now torn fabric over her shapely hips, shoving the green dress to the floor and revealing her slip underneath. He made short work of the satiny piece of undergarment, adding that to the destroyed pile of her dress. He let her step out of it, and in seconds he had brushed it aside with his foot impatiently.
Not giving her any reign in this scenario yet, he removed his jacket, unbuttoning his vest and his shirt at the same time. Managing to shrug all three articles of clothing off at once, he barely managed to get his pants down before he was up against her again, pinning her into the wall. His breath was hot and fast in her ear, and he knew that she wouldn't refuse him. She never did, and he had a feeling that she never would. In moments he was inside of her, still pinning her front to the wall, working them both up to that release that they so desperately needed, desired. As her hands braced them up against the walls, he raised his own to cover his, the groan rising in his throat as he worked them into a quick frenzy. It was hard and fast but it was required. They had been without the other for too long and he knew the sexual frustration had no only risen in him, but in her as well. As their release came, Nixon moaned her name through his lips, filling her as she moved in front of him, her own release coming with his.
Breathing heavily, sweat covered his still tense and desirous body, but he stayed with her, covering her as they stood. His lips reached her ear and he whispered softly, his anger satiated temporarily. "Still love me?" The question was a challenge. He knew she would see that. tagged .
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Post by SCOUT ELAYNA GREY on Nov 13, 2012 9:33:49 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: NIXON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: i have no words for what i'm feeling Her shoulders and back were bare above the green fabric of her dress, and his fingers drew lines of heat across her skin as he held her against the wall. She felt his chest press against her as he bit her, and she growled when he bit her, the sound a mixture of aggression and passion. It didn't hurt, but she knew it would make a mark. However, she didn't particularly care in that moment because it sent her reeling once more with blinding desire. Her hands braced her as he gripped the dress at the waistline and tore it from her. Her hips shifted from the force of his tugging and then it was gone, the fabric rustling listlessly as it fell away from her shapely hips. Her slip was the next victim, and it was gone as quickly, sliding across the floor as he impatiently kicked it away. She was left in her bodice and corset beneath, which was now cutting off the air to her lungs since she was panting fervently.
He shifted away from her then, and she wanted to turn to face him, but he returned before she could move. Pinning her hard to the wall, his hands took control of her hips and she felt her undergarments disappear through the flames of eagerness in her mind. Her mouth fell open as his body crashed into hers, and she gasped with pleasure as she felt him for the first time in too long. Her hips arched backward into him, and her shoulders hit his chest as her back arched. It was all so primal, and waves of heat coursed through her as she felt him where she needed him most.
The only thing keeping her from being crushed into the wall was her hands bracing them both, and she felt his hands roughly slide over hers, his fingers bending into hers. Her hands tightened around his fingers and she felt herself building to her climax. No, no, no, she urged herself vainly, still not wanting him to win. But she couldn't get her control back, and her body flew over the edge, her eyes widening as she screamed, giving in to the nuclear orgasm that shuddered through her. Her name was hot on his lips against her ear, and she sank back into him as her body tightened and released, a wave of exhaustion sweeping through her. Feeling him finish almost made her tip again, but she managed control over it as he leaned against her, similarly spent.
However, her anger wasn't completely gone from earlier, and she felt her passion building in her chest as she felt him breathing hard against her back. He leaned against her again, pressing his glistening body against her, their skin sticking together slightly from the moisture. He asked her if she still loved him, and his tone was a mixture of challenge and a hint of apology as if he was sorry she did love him.
Shoving her hips back roughly, throwing him off balance and freeing herself from him leaning against her, she turned swiftly to glare at him. Her cheeks were red from the exertion he'd just put her through, and her eyes seemed lighter and more intense as she turned to face him. His confirmation that there had been no one since he'd been with her gave her the confidence he knew it would. With one smooth, graceful motion, she shed the bodice of her dress, leaving her in the black corset beneath that pressed her breasts upward toward her chin. Her cleavage was glorious, and she smiled darkly with satisfaction as she saw his gaze fall. Her hand snaked out around his neck and she pulled him toward her, feeling all of him still ready for her.
As in times-past, this was their powerplay, and it was her turn to call the shots. Pulling his mouth down onto hers, she kissed him hotly, feeling his body react to her as her tongue invaded his mouth and ran over his teeth, dancing with his tongue. She'd become very good at French kissing now that she had some practice, and she knew her work wasn't futile as she felt him harden against her.
Satisfied she had teased him enough, she withdrew her kiss and opened her eyes to pierce him with her hot gaze. He could read her easily, especially when they touched, and this moment was one that she was thankful for that gift. His questioning of her love for him irritated her as furiously as her self-consciousness did him, and displeasure rose into her eyes. "If you ever question my love for you again, so help me, Nixon..." she hissed, brazenly using his words in the elevator against him. She leaned in so her lips almost touched his but she refused to kiss him, her blue eyes cutting deeply into his steely gaze. "You... are mine." Her eyes flashed with the challenge, and her left hand gripped his right arm, forcing it straight so he couldn't touch her as her right arm tightened around his neck. Roughly pressing her body against him, she forced him backward away from the wall and into her bedroom.
At the doorway, she shoved him away from her and flipped the light on, wanting to see him. Reaching around her back, she loosened the hooks on the corset until it fell away from her, dropping it to the floor as she crossed the room to him. He may be able to wield his anger, but she was capable of the same, and the way her eyes blazed and the heat rose in her stomach again, she did not intend to allow him to get away with commanding her earlier.
She stepped in front of him, her tanned skin a shade darker than his in the golden light of the bedside lamp which illuminated the room. Her hands instinctively went to his neck and slid up into his hair, gripping the back of his head similarly to how he'd grabbed her before, and she pulled his head back roughly as she pushed him down on the bed. Not allowing him to lay back, she straddled his lap, careful not to allow him where he wanted to go. No, she felt like teasing him until he begged her to give him what he wanted.
With his head forced backward, she leaned over and kissed him softly at first beneath his chin and around his jawline to beneath his ear. Knowing his weak spot, she took his ear in her teeth and tugged on it roughly before releasing to kiss back down his neck. On his shoulder, she licked his skin in a circle and then sensually bit him, sucking on his skin until a red mark remained when she released him. Smiling victoriously, she shifted her weight so he could feel the heat of her but couldn't have her. "Tell me what you want, Nixon," she hummed in his ear, "Beg me for it." tell me that we both matter dont we
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Post by nixon mason grey on Nov 14, 2012 13:05:04 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU Nixon wasn't one to hold back from something when he wanted it. And right now, he wanted Scout. Still resting against her panting body, he felt their skin touching, felt the heat from her body rival with the heat from his. All memories from this evening were momentarily forgotten. The embarrassment of his mother, the lack of love that she held from him, the slap, it was all a distant memory that would be visited later on, when the time was right. What he wanted now was to forget the horrible failure of this evening and lose himself in Scout. It wasn't healthy, what he did. He always did this. He distracted himself from the things that bothered him the most, as if he was running away from it. While before, he had no one to run to, he now had Scout, and running to her was the best thing for him. However, tonight their anger was something that it had never been before, and Nixon was using it as another distraction.
Their passion was still mounting. He could feel it in her familiar body, he could feel it rising with himself. He wasn't done yet and neither was she. Memories from the first night they had been together came flooding back, and he knew that even tonight was more rough than that had been. Taking her the way that he had was dominant, something that he had needed to do in order to remind himself of who he was. He knew that she would enjoy it, knew that it would only serve to turn her on more, but there was so much more to it than that. Nixon had a reason for everything that he did, no matter what. He couldn't lose that thought process in anything that he did, even though he needed to now. Sucking in a breath, his fingers tightened around hers, his face turned away from her as he stood still behind her, trying to regain his breath. But Scout's reaction came when he spoke and he knew that he had done something to infuriate her.
The smile that climbed his lips as she bucked her hips into him was apparent, but as she turned to face him, he let it slide. She would only become more angry if she saw that he was smiling.
Controlling himself to the best of his ability at the moment, he studied her, his grey eyes flashing with intensity as she stripped herself of the bodice of her gown. The dress was ruined, his money completely out the window. But it was no object for him and the only reason he would be upset if she was upset that the dress was worthless and useless now. He could simply get her another one, and the thought of that nearly made him smile again. He could just imagine her irritation. Sighing softly, inaudibly, he watched her, his eyes taking in the sight of her in the corset she had donned for the evening. While his eyes had missed her display of cleavage in the car, they were certainly drawn to them now, and his eyebrow arched upwards in appreciation. As she smiled, coyly, his own dark, devilish, dangerous smile finally appeared in response. If she wanted to play, then he would play. He knew now that she could handle him like no other woman could, so he wasn't worried.
He was about to make a move when he was suddenly aware of her hand snaking up behind his neck, pulling him forward into her. Steadying himself with his hands resting on her bare hips, he accepted her kiss, returning it just as hotly. He wanted more, needed more, and that was apparent from the reaction he was having. Already become more aroused from her kiss and touch alone, he pushed himself forward, his hips grinding against her but not getting the relief the ache in his stomach needed so desperately. It seemed she had other plans and as he realized that she had suddenly taken control of the situation, all of the air left his lungs.
She released him from the kiss, her tongue leaving his just in time for him to regain the air he had lost so easily, instantly. Her taking control in this way was something that he had never experienced before, not like this. The one time she did have control was in the shower and she had met him with tenderness, not force. This was something that he wasn't sure of, something he didn't know what to expect from. He had never allowed a woman to take control like this before and it spooked him momentarily as he struggled to grasp what was happening exactly. Hearing her words, repeating what he had said in the elevator, his eyes could only stare into her blue ones, the slight confusion and shock reflected in his own. When he did manage to gain control of himself, she had her arms wrapped around him in such a way in which it didn't allow him to touch her at all. Frustrated sexually, he knew the irritation was climbing in his eyes, but he would obey her wishes, her actions, for now. Gritting his teeth against the myriad of emotions that were building within him, he realized this was the first time that anyone was telling him what to do.
He was trying to take it in stride, as he did everything once, but it was obvious that he was unsure. His breath hitched as she shoved him away from the wall but he didn't stumble. His grace had returned from his clumsy actions in the car before his panic attack, and he was thankful for it. She pulled him into her bedroom without a moment's hesitation, and he was shoved once more, stepping back in order to catch himself. Standing there in all of his glory, his chest rose and fell quickly as his breath came in shorter gasps. He was getting turned on all over again but his confusion kept him from making any moves, from reclaiming the dominance in this situation. Thrown momentarily, he watched her as she unhooked her corset, letting it fall from her finely shaped body. His eyes followed the garment as it fell to the floor and when he finally lifted his gaze, he was allowed to look at her, swallow her in.
He was going to lose himself all over again.
As she stepped towards him, he stepped back, but not in retreat. She was pushing him to the bed, and he was willingly agreeing to go there for her. The back of knees rested up against her mattress, and he was suddenly aware of how dangerously close she was to him. His lips parted as he breathed now, completely turned on, but still relatively unsure. As he hand snaked up behind him, he felt her fingers entangle within his hair, pulling his head back and exposing him in a way that he had never been exposed before. His heart leapt in his chest, followed by the heat that rose in the region that needed the most attention from her. He moved as she urged him to sit upon the bed, not giving him the opportunity to lay down. Her grip was unrelenting, but it didn't hurt. He doubted she was going to do anything that hurt him anyway.
"What are you..." His words dripped away as she straddled him then, her heat inches from him. She wasn't allowing him entry and he knew now that she was teasing him, trying to release the anger from earlier in the evening. He had made her angry somehow, and he was now suffering the consequences. A smile lit his features as his neck remained exposed, feeling her lips play gently across his skin. A hitched gasp came forward as her teeth pulled at her ear, his hips jerking in an involuntary reaction. Cursing himself inwardly for his inability to control himself simply because she had caught him by surprise with her dominance, he clenched his jaw once more, the anger appearing on his features. His eyes narrowed as she hovered above him, telling him to tell her what he wanted, telling him to beg her for this.
Everything inside of him screamed against it. He didn't want to beg her. He didn't beg anyone, he didn't ask for anything. He took what he wanted with no regrets, with no looking back, and that went for his sexual conquests as well. But now she was in control and he had no choice but to acquiesce even though it was the last thing on Earth that he wanted to do. Remembering back to just a moment before when she had sucked on his shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark and placing her claim, a frustrated groan left his throat, his chest rumbling with the action. "Fuck me, Scout." It was still a demand, it was still not him begging her. It was hard for him to do what she wanted of it but he knew that he needed to find a way to do it. Chiding himself mentally, he reached behind him for her hand, untangling her fingers from his hair easily and holding her fingers with his. Bringing it forward, he rested her hand softly against her heart, his still covering hers.
"Take me Scout. I'm yours." tagged .
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Post by SCOUT ELAYNA GREY on Nov 14, 2012 14:19:58 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: NIXON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: i have no words for what i'm feeling The soft confusion that leaked into his eyes served to irritate her. She knew it was because she was already miffed over his behavior toward her in the car, so she tried not to let it get the best of her. But she felt more in control because of it. He wasn't used to this demanding side of her because she'd never shown it to him. She knew he probably thought she was weak: weak because she couldn't resist this touch, weak because she was so self-conscious around him. But she really wasn't a weak woman. To her colleagues, she was known as Stubborn Scout, the girl with a head too hard to crack. When V shot her, instead of crying and allowing an ambulance to take her to the hospital, she'd driven herself back to the station and barely made it, without passing out, into the forensics lab to have her arm stitched up by her friend Annice. Even in her family, she was the figurative Rottweiler, the protector and conscience of her brother and father. She was far from weak-willed, Nixon just hadn't had the opportunity to see that side of her.
Then, she saw the irritation flash in his eyes as she prevented him from touching her. Some mischievous part of her enjoyed him helpless like this, and the thought sent a thrill through her that turned her on.
His uncertainty and vexation only lent her strength, and her blue eyes sparked as she pushed him into her room and removed her corset. She smiled to herself as his eyes raked her, and she admired him as brazenly. He was like a Greek god, so perfectly chiseled, and she almost jumped him right then. But, no. She needed to do this her way, with control instead of madness like the times before. She wanted him to see the disciplined dominatrix within her that had been itching to get out since the first night they met. Being in her bedroom, her territory, added aplomb to her actions, and she knew she was running the show. It irritated him and made him wary, probably because he'd never not been in authority in the bedroom before.
But she enjoyed surprising him.
He opened his mouth to question her as she forced his head back, but she silenced him by sitting herself directly over him. His words stopped short, and she felt his body react to her nearness. She kissed his neck and tugged against his ear, and he reacted instantly, almost entering her again since she hadn't moved. She gasped slightly at the feeling and pulled back, glaring at him for his indiscretion. His jaw tightened, and she knew he was angry with himself for showing any reaction to her ministrations, and she smiled wickedly. He'd pissed her off, so she was glad she could get under his skin even if he wasn't mad at her, but at himself.
Knowing he wanted her again by the hardness pressed against her, she commanded him to tell her he wanted her. His eyes narrowed dangerously, sending a charge through her. It mildly irritated her that he was so stubborn, but she was as well, so she understood him. He had a powerful will, and he'd never been submissive to anyone in his entire life. Still, she knew he liked this even if he denied it. His body language communicated that much to her, and she waited patiently. He groaned exasperatedly at her words, and her eyebrows raised as he growled impatiently at her. The command made her sex seethe, hungry for him, but she assertively ignored it.
"That's not how you do it," she rebuked him, her fingers twisting harder in his hair. She knew she wouldn't hurt him, and she didn't intend to. Her blue eyes flashed and she leaned over to kiss beneath his chin again, wanting to work him up so he would have to beg her if he wanted what she knew he wanted. Her tongue lapped at his neck, sliding up the length of it and off the bottom of his chin, and she smacked her lips pleasantly as the taste of his sweat covered her tongue. "What do you say?" she chirped lightly like a teacher guiding her student to answer correctly.
His gray eyes looked into hers as he reached around his head, gripping her fingers gently but with force, pulling her hand out of his hair. A moment of curious confusion crossed her eyes, but she watched his hand as he spun hers within it. He gently pressed her hand against her chest, between her breasts, his own fingers rested over it so his skin burned against her. What he said next wasn't exactly him begging her, but it threw her over the edge, and her throat clenched up so quickly it was almost painful. Her lips parted as a whoosh of air left her lungs, and every corner of her body reacted to his entreaty. He was hers, and she desperately wanted him.
Her eyes flamed to life as she moved her hand, guiding his to her breasts as she shifted her weight, dropping down on top of him. The sensation of him within her made her whine and shudder with pleasure, and it took her a moment to recover from the sudden fullness. "Damn," she moaned as she fell against him. Her anger and momentary dominance had mounted to such a peak that her insides pulsed with need for him. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she leaned over and kissed him deeply, roughly, and tilted her hips so she slid off of him and back on. She moaned against his mouth, surprised by how wonderfully this angle benefited her feeling.
Damn, she was going to lose it again. And this time would be as quickly as the first. It was too much for her, the feeling of him within her, the power of her sensations, and she felt herself reaching that precipice once again. Her legs tightened around him, and her head fell back, golden hair spilling down her back, as she tried to fight it. She didn't want to finish so quickly twice in a row, but it was besting her. She had wanted him for too long, with too much innuendo, and she couldn't hold out any longer. She came fast and hard as she straddled him, slumping against him as her body shuddered from the enormity of the orgasm.
She didn't have the strength to pull away from him, and unadulterated ecstasy swept through her. She loved him, and she wanted nights like this with him for the rest of her life. Maybe without the angry parts, but she wasn't thinking about that now. She was his, all of her. "Nixon, I love you..." she whispered fervently, her face nestled into his shoulder as she sat on top of him, her entire body wrapped around him until they became two pieces of the same unit. tell me that we both matter dont we
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Post by nixon mason grey on Nov 14, 2012 21:14:17 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU "That's not how you do it."
Her chiding words filled his mind as he continued to try to work himself into her, but to no avail. Nearly hissing from his irritation and sexual frustration, he was about to snap his steel grey gaze to her, but her fingers tightened in his hair, yanking his head back. While it hadn't hurt him, it had certainly surprised him, and he was unable to stifle the gasp that left his treacherous mouth. Snapping his jaw shut with a click of his teeth, he felt his nostrils flare in his anger. He couldn't believe he had just done that. Why was this happening to him? He was always in control. He was always the dominating one. And now that the tables were turned, he couldn't get a handle on himself.
It seemed that Scout had just discovered his other weakness.
While her tenderness had been able to surprise him and catch him off guard in the past, that situation was completely different. Tenderness was how she could get him to drop his barricades and his defenses. This new Scout...this dominating, commanding Scout was something that he had never experienced before. As he struggled to keep himself composed, he felt like he was trapped in her hands, putty for her to mold and do with whatever she wanted. However, his iron defiance was not easily erased. He couldn't allow her to win, not completely. Their power struggle was obvious as he tried desperately not to fight against her. But he always had a fight in him and he couldn't control himself. That's why he was still so demanding. But as her second statement reached his mind, he listened to her question and felt a moan rising in his throat. He was getting himself entirely worked up now. One part of him was furious with himself for giving in to her in this fashion. The second part of him was completely turned on, and that arousal was blinding him, deafening him to this situation.
And then it happened. She gave him what they both so desperately desired, and effortlessly slow. She was so ready for him that he slid in easily, without any hindrance. As soon as he filled her, he felt her tighten around him in welcome, her body humming along with his in familiarity. Then it happened again. A pleasured groan escaped his lips, for he had been more turned on than he had ever been before and he could no longer contain his passion.
Straining against her because of his need for release, he willed her to move faster, but their position didn't allow him much room to do anything. He could simply only move his hips upwards, but she was in total control. And she was teasing him for all that she was worth. As she lifted herself off of his arousal yet again, he couldn't believe the desirous moan that left his throat, which simply tapered off into a whining gasp. His breath shuddered at the realization that he was being more vocal than he had ever been before, but he couldn't help it. For the first time ever, Nixon Grey reached his release before his partner, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of it. Panting now, he felt her finish not long after him, but he was nearly already spent. Resting his forehead against her shoulder in his exhaustion, he breathed heavily, his breaths coming in short gasps as his body continued to jerk from the pleasurable, satisfying climax he had just experienced. Never before had he felt anything like that and he knew it was because of her ministrations before hand.
As she fell against him, he did all that he could to keep them both upright, but his body was still vibrating pleasantly from the experience he had just been through. His eyes remained closed as he kept his forehead against her shoulder, his body covered in glimmering sweat. Hearing her words, Nixon could only gasp in response. "Scout." It was all that he could manage to say, the only sound that he could manage to produce. As he started thinking of her dominating nature before she had given him what he had desired, he felt himself hardening once more, becoming more aroused. He should be exhausted after that, not wanting to go for another round. But literally, five minutes after sitting with her, recovering, Nixon felt himself hardening again. Only Scout could do this to him. Only Scout could get him so high off of a climax, and then work him quickly back up into an incessant, insatiable need and want for her.
He suddenly leaned back, keeping her perched just below his erection, feeling how hot he had made her after that exchange. He looked up into her eyes now as he settled back against the pillows, his grey eyes darker than they had ever been. They looked black because of his desire and he didn't bother to hide it. "Can you do it again?" He whispered suddenly, completely out of character.
"Can you make me scream your name?"
He challenged her, but there was almost a desperate plea to his voice. Nixon Grey was asking for something. He was asking for Scout to make him scream. His hands moved slowly, easily to her waist, slowly trailing down her thighs to her hot wetness. Slipping his fingers into her without much of a warning, he started working her up all over again, needing her to want him as badly as he needed her. This was going to be a long night for the both of them. tagged .
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Post by SCOUT ELAYNA GREY on Nov 14, 2012 23:19:09 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: NIXON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: i have no words for what i'm feeling As she fell against him, her body releasing its energy, the words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. She'd already told him she loved him, but somehow it felt different coming out so spontaneously during such an intimate moment. Her heart was beating quickly from the physical exercise, but it leapt in her chest as she heard him gasp at the simple words. It surprised her that he would react in such a way, and she pulled back at him as he murmured her name. She almost asked him if it was so hard to imagine that she loved him, since that was precisely why she'd gotten upset with him just minutes before, but she suddenly felt him against her leg. It had turned him on, and that realization caused a rush of blood ran to her head, making her dizzy.
He shifted his weight so he was farther on the bed - her bed - so she slid off of him, and the length of him resting on her lower abdomen, drawing her attention to it. Her eyes drifted downward and she hastily looked back up into his eyes, seeing them grow dark, almost black, with desire. She had been exhausted only a moment ago, but she was suddenly on fire all over again. The vision of her Greek god stretched out on the pillows of her bed, the feel of him hard against her stomach, the heady scent of the two of them combined; it all combined to make her feel weak with want. How could he do this to her? How could he make her so desperate for him? She was enraptured by him, and her body was already ready for him again. She'd never had this much stamina in her entire life.
Can you do it again? he asked her, and her eyes widened with excitement. He was so eager, so obviously wanting her, and that turned her on more than anything else could. That raw desire for her in his eyes, in his body, made her lips part with a sharp intake of breath. "Would you like that?" she asked curiously, her hand sliding down her belly to grab him firmly in her palm. A small, mischievous smile crossed her mouth, and she bit her bottom lip without thinking about it. Leaning forward slightly, she slid her hand from him and braced herself on the pillows on either side of him. Her blond hair fell over her shoulders, tickling his skin as she cocked her head to the side and smiled down at him. He challenged her then, could she make him scream her name? He had made her do that very thing the very first night they'd been together. She supposed it was only appropriate that it would be her turn to hear the same thing. She bit her bottom lip again, and uncontrollably girlish giggle rising in her throat in reaction to the impulsive excitement that filled her at his entreaty.
His hands went to her waist, and her blue eyes snapped up to look at him, sobriety filling her gaze when he touched her. It always heated her to feel him, even now after all this time. His fingers slid over her body, and her mind knew exactly where he was headed. She didn't fight him as he slipped his fingers within her. Her mouth opened and she gasped quietly, her brows drawing together as she whimpered from the sensation. No other man had ever dared touch her that way. She hadn't even believed it was possible to gain an orgasm in such a manner, but he could do it for her. He'd made her beg for him on the hood of some stranger's car, and the intensity was no less now.
He worked her up until her hips moved with his motions, her eyes closing as her head dropped forward while waves of heat radiated through her body. Sweat glistened on her skin as she felt herself mounting again, but she didn't want it that way. Maybe later, but not now. She just wanted him, and she needed it that way. As she felt her body kicking in, preparing for the inevitable, she clenched her teeth and gripped his wrist to still his movements. Her eyes flashed testily, and she shook her head at him. Leaning toward him so her lips were beside his ear, she whispered, "Not yet, you don't."
Shifting her hips, she moved away from him so he couldn't touch her anymore, sliding down the bed and positioning herself between his knees. She could still see his face as her mouth slid over the length of him, tasting herself on him. Her eyebrows raised at the taste, and she sucked hard, licking him until she saw him react to her. She didn't want to finish him this way either because she desperately wanted to be back on top of him again, but she wanted to get a reaction out of him. When she'd straddled him before, she'd heard more out of him than she had any time in the past, and she liked it. She liked his verbal confirmations of a job well done.
Deciding she'd pushed him close enough to make him really want her, she stopped, raising onto her palms and smiling innocently up at him. "Unless I'm mistaken, I would believe you liked that," she commented with a coy smile, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth. She was far past ready for him, feeling the wetness between her legs practically running down the insides of her thighs. She hated to relinquish this game, but she craved him too much to hold out any longer.
Moving with an agility and grace she seldom showed to anyone (since before this night she'd never had a need to), she slid up his belly, pressing his erection flat between them. Her back arched as their faces met, and she kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth so he could taste what she had tasted. She moaned against his mouth, twisting her hips and suddenly pressing herself down on him as he lay on the bed. It was such a sudden connection she cried out in a shrill exclamation of pleasure before her voice faded to a low, long whine that begged for more of him. Her mouth claimed his again before her hands pressed against his waist to push herself up vertical to him. Using the strength of her hips, she rose and fell against him, incredulous that this could feel this good after such a short time.
Her insides felt raw and delicious, accepting him like another part of her body. She forced her mind to hold on to that thread of control for a moment longer as she looked him into his eyes and slowed her movements, arching her hips so she slowly slid completely off of him, hovering just over the tip so he was forced to pay attention to her. "I would like it very much if you screamed my name," she purred sensuously. Leaning forward, she ran her nose beneath his ear and nipped lightly at his earlobe. "Make it loud enough so the neighbors can hear," she dared him, dropping with all of her weight back down on the length of him, making her own eyes roll back in her head. She wanted to scream his name as she felt him, but she resisted. Biting her lip so hard it was painful, she decided she could keep it to herself. She wanted to hear him first.
Her muscles ached dully, and her breaths came in short pants as she rode him against the bed. The bed frame creaked in protest and slammed into the wall, but she didn't give a shit. She was completely lost in the sensations rushing through her body like a hurricane, threatening to lift her off to that place of rapture once again. She'd already been there twice tonight, and she found herself wanting to visit again. She didn't resist it this time, only held back long enough to hear her reward for sending him over that edge. "Holy...shit..." she cursed, feeling the orgasm hit her like a brick wall of ecstasy that knocked the wind out of her and she almost fell off of the bed.
Clinging to Nixon, she whined with release and pulled herself from him, rolling onto her back beside him and feeling the need to pull the covers over her. Her knees bent toward her chest and she rolled to face him, burying her face in his chest, her fingers digging into his side as she gripped him in the final throes of her body relinquishing its control. "How do you do that sort of thing to me?" she asked thickly, incredulously. tell me that we both matter dont we
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Post by nixon mason grey on Nov 15, 2012 0:43:48 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU Even though their last sexual escapade, only minutes before, had left him feeling exhausted and drained, he couldn't get enough of her. He wasn't satiated enough, and that was obvious from his hard on. Groaning in frustration of not being fulfilled yet, he knew that he needed to work her up all over again. And what better way to do it then the way he had worked her up that first time, on the hood of a complete stranger's car? Grinning almost devilishly, he let his fingers work inside of her, bringing her up, building her up. He could feel her body moving with his fingers and he stroked her into what he hoped would be an ecstatic oblivion. But it never came. His eyes flashed to her face as she grabbed his wrist suddenly. She had been so close. He could feel that she was so close to release. Why had she stopped it? Hearing her words and seeing her expression, he suddenly started smiling, knowing that she wasn't ready to let him win. She was going to take his challenge to heart, and he couldn't wait to see what the outcome was.
Letting himself fall back into her mattress, he relaxed, not knowing what to expect from her but wanting to be surprised. Whenever she caught him by surprise, he always seemed to be turned on the most. So, as her lips suddenly enclosed around his erection, his lips parted in an ecstatic, sharp gasp. It was audible, and it was obvious, but he wasn't even embarrassed by it this time. Nothing that he did because of what she did to him should be embarrassing anymore even if he had this obsession with being in charge. Ignoring his most prominent personality attributes, he allowed her to work him up, feeling his release as she continued to suck on him expertly. The groan that left his mouth as he arched his back was loud and sensual, his hands wrapping around the comforter of her bed, squeezing the blankets in his hands in order to hold onto something to keep him grounded. He was nearly there, but she left him hanging on the edge, literally, as she pulled her hot mouth off of him. A frustrated whine left his throat, deep and expressive as he turned his eyes to her. "Scout...I need..."
He nearly begged her then, but she moved, catching him off guard as she brought her mouth to his suddenly, her tongue twisting over his lips and pressing against his teeth for access. Tasting her and himself mixed together as her tongue filled his mouth hotly, he groaned, feeling himself still so close to a release, but coming down from that high. He was quick to want her working him up again, but she was distracting him with her talented mouth, giving him no relief in anything that she did to him. Breathless, his chest heaved from his desperation to try to catch his breath, and he suddenly sucked in all of his air, feeling her close over him. His head reeled back as his eyes rolled, the quiet yell of desire lifting from his lips from that first, initial contact. He didn't scream yet, not in the way that she desired, not in the way that he wanted her to make him scream, but he was slowly building to that point. He was letting himself go, letting himself become lost in her, letting her take control. Those actions alone were allowing him to get the most out of sex that he had ever gotten before.
Unable to hold onto the blankets any longer, he lifted his hands quickly, sliding them up her thighs as she raised up off of him and covered him again, working him into a feverish state because of the level of his climbing desire. Nearly crying out from the intense pleasure she was giving him, his breathing only intensified as she hovered over him. Feeling her heat and her wetness there but not over him sent him into a flurry of confusion, and he lifted his head to gaze at her. When she told him that she would like it if he screamed her name, his breath cut off in a gasp in that moment, hearing her dare to make it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Not knowing how she thought that was going to be possible, he felt the familiar pleasurable chills travel through him as she nipped at his ears, his weak spot getting the best of him. And then she did it. She brought the yell from him, the loud, passionate plea that cried for her to give him the release that he so desperately needed came forward, causing his body to jerk, nearly reaching release.
She was riding him then, causing the bed to shake and slam into the wall behind them. His groans and his grunts filled the silence now as he vocalized what she was making him feel inside. As the pleasing burn filled his stomach, spreading downwards into his arousal, he felt himself nearing release. His hands flew up above his head, bracing himself against the headboard as she brought his release sooner than he thought it was coming. His body jerked intensely, his body bucking up against hers until he became absolutely still and stiff as his release continued to ravage him. His moans became short yells, tapering off into pleasured murmurs as he turned his face sideways and pressed himself into the pillow, groaning, his body still jerking occasionally from his orgasm. As she finished not long after him, he felt her collapse to the side of him, watching as she covered them with the blankets, and he wrapped his arms around her, completely satisfied and satiated, his anger gone as he forgot the mishaps and mistakes of the night.
Not knowing an answer to her question, he spoke the only words that would come to him. "I love you." It was simple but it was honest and genuine. Nuzzling up to her now, he kept her in his arms, his eyes closing out of utter exhaustion from the events of this evening. He didn't want to succumb to sleep, not yet, but he was drifting slowly. His strong hand slowly rubbed up and down her back, softly trailing her spine as he attempted to relax her, feeling her body react to the final throws of passion. However, his movements became slower and slower as he drifted in her arms, trying his best to hold onto reality, but losing himself to the power of his exhaustion because of the woman beside him. tagged .
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Post by SCOUT ELAYNA GREY on Nov 15, 2012 9:27:45 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: NIXON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: i have no words for what i'm feeling Scout had never believed this sort of pleasure could ever be attained. It was the golden prize in the minds of every human being, but few ever attained it. She hadn't thought it possible until she'd met him. Somehow, he made her body awaken in ways it never had, splitting the dark passageways of her mind, body, and soul. Two months ago, before her first heated night with him, she never would have believed she could feel as complete as she did right now. Laying curled into him, she sighed contentedly as his arms wrapped around her even as her body calmed itself down from their latest encounter. She wanted to stay like this, with him, forever. She knew that now. She already knew she loved him, although it was an impossible, inevitably heartbreaking love, but this wholeness in the pit of her stomach was different. It was a slow-burning, all-consuming desire to be part of him until she left this earth. It thrilled her, but she was afraid it might run him off if she admitted just how powerfully she felt for him. She was unaccustomed to expressing her emotions since it was a tradition in her family to keep feelings to oneself.
After being in charge, she felt more confident. Hearing his name desperately cried from his lips helped as well, and she knew now she he was hers. If she hadn't known before, she knew it now. Somehow, she had managed to entrance the man that every woman dreamed of having. She, Awkward Scout, had won his affection when no one else could. And he had broken through her own hardened defenses to a heart she didn't know she had.
Resting her head on his shoulder, feeling his nose press into her hair, she whispered her entreaty to him. She didn't need an answer, but she needed him to know that she'd never felt this way, physically or emotionally, for anyone else. He was her standard for what love should be, and now nothing would ever compare. Instead of answering, he murmured softly that he loved her, and her heart melted. She sighed involuntarily, her body naturally pressing tightly against his as her muscles showed their appreciation for what he'd given her. He'd allowed her to live, and she didn't know if she could ever make him understand that.
As his hand gently massaged her back, she purred with contentment, her back arching slightly from his touch. Her muscles relaxed as he caressed her, and she felt that familiar, happy tiredness settle over her. In essence, Scout Shepherd was a doomed woman. She had fallen for a man she was supposed to hate, and she had fallen so hard for him she vowed it would take her down with him if he fell. He had awoken the deep darks of her mind and body, making her live even as her eminent demise lay on the horizon. This between them would not end well. It would end in a fiery blaze of destruction for both of them, and deep in her mind, she knew this. Her denial was so overpowering she didn't think about it consciously, but even as she nestled against him, that subconscious guilt nagged at her. She clutched him tighter as she felt his breathing slow, making the slowing motion of his hand on her back.
Every part of her would wilt and die without him, she knew this, yet she'd allowed herself to become this deeply attached to him. It was like finally learning how to breathe just to have your air stripped from you. Thankfully, her lingering ecstasy prevented her from dropping into those recurring thoughts of guilt, and she didn't disturb him as he fell asleep. Gently, she twisted her head upward, looking at his handsome face as the worry lines faded with his sleep. His arm held her protectively to his side, and she bit her lip as she watched the youth return to his features. She'd seen him asleep before, but she was usually in such a hurry to leave she didn't get the chance to fully admire him. He was truly beautiful. The innocence she imagined had long been gone from him returned as his breathing softened and his chest rose and fell beneath her hand that lay on top of him. Shifting her hips, her leg gently slid over his and she rested her chin on his shoulder, watching him sleep. A memory of something she'd read or seen came to her mind: You know you love someone when you can spend the entire night watching them sleep. Her breath hitched in her throat at the thought, and she knew it was true. She could lay right here and watch him this way. However, her body had other ideas, and her eyelids began to droop until she sighed tiredly and turned her head so she lay on his shoulder once again. Softly, her breath released and she sank against him, falling asleep and hoping she never had to wake to a morning when she wasn't right there in his arms. tell me that we both matter dont we
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