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Post by amelia astrid o'malley on Feb 8, 2010 8:43:33 GMT -5
Her world felt suddenly smaller as if it only encompassed the two people in that room, in that moment. She had probably kissed a handful of boys before, slight grazes on the lips, quick pecks hastily given and hastily received. She had hesitated with every one of them until now. Her mouth felt at home here, it felt like a jigsaw piece in a puzzle of two. Simply him and her. There was no other way for her to explain it to herself, no other way for her to rationalize the rapid beating of her heart as if it were the wings of a hummingbird, frantic and necessary.
She could feel his hands on her waist, the warmth melting through the layers of her ti-shirts to the skin beneath. Amelia could feel herself moving, as if the earth was shifting beneath her. It sounded like such a cliche but as his mouth moved with hers, as Dean kissed her back that was exactly how she felt. Opening her eyes slowly she noticed that she had moved though, somehow her position had shifted entirely so that she was now seated on him.
Her eyes widened and instantly she pulled back. Cheeks flaming at how close they had gotten, how close she had gottne. Dean was too perfect, he had been through enough already without her adding to it. Picking up the control again she shoved it into his hands and hastily moved from him back to the save confines of her bean bag. She could not look at him, the color that tinged her cheeks was still evident.
"So.. uhm, this game is quite good once you get into the swing of it" she muttered, picking up her own control pad and attempting to focus on a screen that was completely blurred to her as only images of kissing Dean flitted before her eyes.
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Post by dean jones on Feb 8, 2010 9:02:20 GMT -5
He got in to the kiss she felt right to him. She was the first girl he actually kissed on the lips, and the moment her lips touched his he knew he would did not want to have any body elses lips touch his. yet as soon as she gave him that plasure he felt her move back his eyes darted open seeing her beat red face matching his completely. his heart was moving very fast it felt like he just got out of a fight for his life, but he did not feel exausted. felting the control get shovec in to his hands he watched her go back to her bean bag talking about the game again he placed the control gently dow in his lap. As he poked his two index fingers together blushing looking down at them. " Thank you that was my first kiss ever!" he vocie sounded happy, and kind of tongue tied like he could not get the words out almost. "Sorry if i did anything wrong to upset you amelia!" his said with a shaky voice as he looked side ways at her. His face still blushing this was all very confusing. First it was no then she kissed him then ran away he did not understand. "Ummm are you done experimenting for the moment Amelia?" He asked curioucly not knowing what to expect he slowly picked up the controler again noticeing the screen was full of action from the game she had put on.
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Post by amelia astrid o'malley on Feb 8, 2010 9:33:25 GMT -5
Her fingers were gripped tightly to the control pad, it shook in her hand as she tried to flick through the start up section of the game. Recalling a saved file and trying desperately to tune Dean out. His first kiss ever? Could she seriously believe that? He had other mistresses who surely would have kissed him or was she the only mistress who had attempted to do so? What did that make her some kind of slut, to push herself on her slave on the first day?
Amelia's face went a deeper shade of scarlet as she averted her face further from him so that he wouldn't see it. "You didn't do anything wrong Dean, just... just play the game can't you?" she felt as if she were on a short fuse now, her hormones were clearly all over the place. Perhaps buying Dean had not been such a good idea after all? Her heart slammed wildly in her chest as she looked down at the various buttons on the controller. His voice again astounded her and she turned her head to glare at him shocked and horrified.
"Experiment?" she opened and closed her mouth in protest, wanting to argue that she hadn't been experimenting but wasn't that exactly what she had been doing? She had wanted to kiss him for so long and had used her position as his mistress for her own perverse gain. A wave of humiliation washed over her, throwing the control down she stood up blinking furiously at him.
"I.. I was ... go to your room Dean!" she bellowed in the end. Frustrated with herself for how she was behaving with him. If she didn't control herself soon she knew she would have to reconsider her position as his mistress. She would not sink as low as his previous owners or she would be no better if not worse than they. Turning from him she crossed her arms about her chest and stared once more at the screen
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Post by dean jones on Feb 8, 2010 9:54:40 GMT -5
"yes i can try to play the game" He said as he tried to make sense of everything that was going on between them. he moved back in his bean bag when her glare meet his eyes. What did i do. Now she is angery at me. he thought to himself as her heard her repeat the word. "Yes that is what you called it. I liked it though" Those last few words slipped out as he watched her act in a new way he has never seen. Wondering what she was thinking not moving from the spot she told him to sit down. He watche then she stood up and her romate control hit the ground Listenin to her voice tremble with anger, and hurt as she ordered him to his room. "He got up form the bean bag, and walked in front of her kneeling down as he stared her in the eyes. his gently, and kind like they were at school. "I am happy that you are my new owner, and if nothing else i don't want that to change.I will go to my room now. Please don't be mad you did nothing wrong! " He said claimly to her with a light smile on his face before turning to look at his room. It seemed a lot colder, and more uninviting now. He took a deep breathe as he walked slowly toward his room. Part of him wanting to stay by her side, and help her feel better as he inched toward his room.
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Post by amelia astrid o'malley on Feb 8, 2010 10:15:18 GMT -5
She looked at him in horror as he sank to his knees before her, could he make her seriously feel any worse.
"Get up!" she ordered him, "Don't kneel for me, ever do you hear?" she was completely rattled now and could feel the way her body simply wanted to be close to him. As if he were a magnet and at any moment she was in danger of sinking to her knees in front of him. It scared her that she felt so strongly for him, had always felt something for him but it was so much worse now that he was here in her home. In her chambers, would be sleeping such a short distance away from her. That thought knocked her for six completely and she took a step back from him.
She heard his words and they helped her a little, knowing that he liked being here with her. That he was glad she was his mistress. Amelia watched him walk away to his room as she had ordered him too but she had to let him go there. As tempted as she was to call him back, to stop him in his tracks and throw her arms about him once more, she had to resist the impulse. Hastily she swung about once more staring at the screen before stomping over and turning it off. Her head swivelled to glance his way once more before she ran to her own room and slammed the door closed behind her.
This was going to be the hardest thing she had ever done but she couldn't for the life of her give him up to simply anyone again. He was hers, in more ways than one she was his.
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Post by dean jones on Feb 8, 2010 10:31:20 GMT -5
Listening to her words he could not help but feel a bit lighter inside feeling that he actually belonged here. He got up, and walked painfully slow to his room giving her plenty of time to call him back if she wanted. he made it in his door way to only turn around, and watch her still smilling gently at her. Hoping that he would get to stay because he did not want to go back to the market where other slaves fought with him, and people looked at him like he was nothing but a piece of meat. He watched her as she turned off the game, and tv she looked very cute to him as she glanced at him before running in to her room. He layed down in his door way the floor was comfy then his old room as he looked at the ceiling holding his hand against his lips like ther were fragile. Smiling very big now that he was alonish he could bring down some of his deffenses. he looked at the ceiling as he thought about the first real kiss of his intire life. glancing at her door every now, and then he laid there feeling tired sense his previous owner made sure he got one last good beaten before he left there for good he finaaly took off his shirt. lightly dabbing the fresh injuries he had managed to hide with some medicince he had in his pocket. looking at the burn she left him with.
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