Post by Connor on Sept 10, 2009 20:54:57 GMT -5
His hands rested comfortably on her sides, holding onto her as though she would just float away at any given second. The grip wasn’t anything painful, only a slight pressure, but he convinced himself it was simply to have a good hold so he could get her out. Justification usually won, but not fully in this case (no idea where the fuck those sentences came from but have fun lol). Her form was smaller under his large hands, even through the fabric of her shirt he could imagine the soft skin beneath. When she blushed in embarrassment, his attention was brought to her skin, always seemingly flawless. Damnit he needed to quit it.
Mikaela’s head rested beside his own, her arms snaking around his neck to grab hold. Hair tickled at his skin lightly, but it wasn’t something he wanted to brush away like one would with a mosquito. Instead he allowed it, holding back the corner of his lips from curving more. Her breathing ceased a second, a faster beating pounded in his ears, though he wasn’t sure if it was hers or his. The scent of her hair drifted to his nose causing him to hesitate briefly. Her voice was near a whisper. “I don’t want you to.” His tone matched her own though his was lower, nearly inaudible. He was sure she only meant her words as a simply reply to his command, but he could not resist the dual meaning to his own.
She was becoming more difficult to resist. “One, two, three.” The numbers were said louder, and nearly rushed as he recovered, giving her a slightly pull from her prison. He still clearly remembered seeing Aiden around her, the first time he had met her. It pissed him off that a male would be so careless with any femme. She was scared of the man in her own rights, though she may not outwardly admit it, her efforts to rid of him were obviously strenuous. Connor didn’t want to replicate any of it, didn’t want to give her any reason to doubt or fear him. Course, he wasn’t really an intimidating individual to begin with. Softer than most and much slower, Connor appreciated logic above action. But not everyone could see that, he was wolf after all.
As her form pulled from the bars, his arms snaked more comfortably around her midsection, embracing her better as she moved out and their positioning changed. She would be embarrassed, guilty about getting stuck, but honestly he was glad for the reason to get close again.
Mikaela’s head rested beside his own, her arms snaking around his neck to grab hold. Hair tickled at his skin lightly, but it wasn’t something he wanted to brush away like one would with a mosquito. Instead he allowed it, holding back the corner of his lips from curving more. Her breathing ceased a second, a faster beating pounded in his ears, though he wasn’t sure if it was hers or his. The scent of her hair drifted to his nose causing him to hesitate briefly. Her voice was near a whisper. “I don’t want you to.” His tone matched her own though his was lower, nearly inaudible. He was sure she only meant her words as a simply reply to his command, but he could not resist the dual meaning to his own.
She was becoming more difficult to resist. “One, two, three.” The numbers were said louder, and nearly rushed as he recovered, giving her a slightly pull from her prison. He still clearly remembered seeing Aiden around her, the first time he had met her. It pissed him off that a male would be so careless with any femme. She was scared of the man in her own rights, though she may not outwardly admit it, her efforts to rid of him were obviously strenuous. Connor didn’t want to replicate any of it, didn’t want to give her any reason to doubt or fear him. Course, he wasn’t really an intimidating individual to begin with. Softer than most and much slower, Connor appreciated logic above action. But not everyone could see that, he was wolf after all.
As her form pulled from the bars, his arms snaked more comfortably around her midsection, embracing her better as she moved out and their positioning changed. She would be embarrassed, guilty about getting stuck, but honestly he was glad for the reason to get close again.