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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 4, 2008 20:22:57 GMT
He laughed at that; automatically regretting pushing her off of his lap. He reached out, easily pulling her light frame back towards him. He smiled into her eyes, and stroking a long red lock from her face, he closed his own eyes and kissed her lips lightly.
A few seconds later he let go of her, leaning back.
"Nope, not at all."
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 4, 2008 20:29:31 GMT
Olivia smiled at that, and raised her hand to his cheek, letting her fingertips trail down his face, neck, onto his chest...
"Are you sure about that, now?"
ooc: sorry about Olivia's last reply, wrong account!
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 4, 2008 20:31:12 GMT
ooc: It's okay, I know the feeling...
Jack grinned, catching her fingers and kissing them. His own fingers slipped through hers then, and with his free hand, he stroked another lock of hair from her face.
"Positive," he said, and kissed her again.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 4, 2008 20:50:58 GMT
Olivia returned his kiss, tasting his familiar taste with the tip of her tongue, feeling her fingers tingle at the points of contact, luxuriating as his fingers stroked her hair.
It was different with Jack than it had been with any guys before. Maybe it was just that Jack was a much better kisser than most, but Olivia's skin had never been on fire at someone's touch before, and the adrenaline rush had never come that strongly before. The temptation to hold on to someone and never let go was entirely new, and the heat... well, the heat...
Maybe this was passion.
The tip of her tongue brushed against Jack's lower lip, silently asking for entry. He complied, and Olivia immediately felt the familiar feel of him, the taste of him that she was so used to...
A while later, she pulled back breathlessly, almost gasping for breath from the heat.
He definitely wasn't cold anymore.
"One hundred percent?" she murmured.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 4, 2008 21:08:55 GMT
Her soft lips seemed to sigh as she pulled away from his; fixing him with her sparkling emerald gaze.
"One hundred percent?"
Jack didn't even reply. Something fiery in the pit of his belly was writhing- urging him forward; a compulsory impulse. Reaching forward, his hands slid across her cheeks; his fingers dipping into her hair as he leaned forward, pushing her back on the couch. Now, he lay over her, his lips gently stroking hers. In unison, her and his lips parted, and their tongues met. He sighed, losing himself in her familiar, fresh taste. Then, slowly, his right hand began to move across her hot skin; it fell, and slipped down her shoulder, creeping once more around her waist.
The impulse screamed louder; and instinct kicked in. He felt almost vicious as he pressed himself closer to her; his kiss growing faster, harder. The overwhelming smell and taste of her sent sparks off up and down his skin; like fire, his stomach burned. And no matter many times his fingertips caressed her soft, warm skin, they still reached out, longing for more...
But it was never enough.
Forcing himself to break away, Jack's lips trailed from hers, and moved across her jawline, eventually ending at the hollow of her neck. He sat himself up, his hand that remained around her waist, pulling her up too, and then, when he finally looked at her, he smiled.
"Witch."
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 4, 2008 21:40:39 GMT
Yes, definitely passion. If they were near a window, by all rights it should be steaming up at that moment.
Olivia's head tilted back as he opened her lips, her skin burning as his hands trailed down her neck and shoulders to her waist; on fire, his fingers flames, carressing her, searing her skin. As he lay forward over her, her legs moved, skimming upwards to somewhere near his waist, her hands... god, she'd lost track of them, she'd completely forgotten about them in the moment.
Her blood was rushing, carrying the blazing feeling around her body, to her brain, stimulating it, making her entire body cry out for more, just more of this...
The same body was moving, pressing itself shamefully against him, giving off every signal that it should be restraining, but she didn't care, not as he kissed her like this, faster, more vicious, more passionate all the time...
She responded to it, her lips moving with his in strange, confusing, amazing ways, feeling the heat rising, continuing to rise.
Then, the pace shifted, Jack's body relaxed, and his lips travelled down her neck to her collarbone, before he pulled her up with him.
"Witch."
She caught his smile, and laughing breathlessly, looked down. "It worked. Don't even bother lying."
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 4, 2008 22:00:01 GMT
"Just about," he said, but his shaky laughter gave him away.
He watched Olivia, a gentle smile on his lips, admiring the sweep of her long red hair; the curve of her smooth, bare thigh... But as he watched her... it wasn't... wasn't like he used to. There was something more to his admiration. She wasn't just... just some pretty girl.
She was beautiful.
The thing was, this affection he was harbouring for her came at a nasty price. It just made him want to touch her all the more.
Meeting halfway with his desires, he called a compromise, and moved closer to her; keeping one arm carefully nestled behind her neck; luxuriating in the silky smoothness of her hair.
Say something.
"Em..." he began then stopped, and laughed again.
There. Something he could never admit to anyone.
Olivia had the power to render him speechless.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 4, 2008 22:27:00 GMT
Olivia's breathing was still coming fast, slightly laboured, as she cooled off.
The odd thing was, that she still wanted more. She wanted him to... just to kiss her like that again, and not stop. Never stop.
His hand snaked behind her neck again, and her shoulder automatically lifted so that it rested there, still touching her skin - and the blood rushed.
Olivia wasn't a sleeper. Not at all. She just liked guys, and she liked to flirt. If she liked the guy enough, she'd maybe have a no-strings relationship.
But, with Jack, she wanted strings, badly. She... really, really liked Jack. A lot. When they kissed, it felt different. It felt good. Really good.
So-
"Em..."
Jack tailed off, and laughed.
She smiled. "Em."
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 5, 2008 16:30:22 GMT
He laughed, glancing away from her gaze. His eyes trailed her legs once more; completely bare despite the weather-
"Aren't you cold?" he asked finally, nodding at her legs.
This particular winter seemed colder somehow than others. There wasn't anywhere in the British Isles that hadn't snowed- and Jack thought that pretty impressive. He'd spent most of it shivering- and just could not understand how the hell Olivia could keep wearing those skirts. The school wasn't always the warmest place to be.
Not that he was complaining, of course.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 5, 2008 17:00:09 GMT
"Not at all," she smiled serenely, crossing one smooth leg over the other as she followed Jack's gaze. "Why, are you cold?"
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 5, 2008 17:21:42 GMT
"Not at all," he decided, propping up his own legs on the little table in front of him.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 5, 2008 17:25:23 GMT
"That's good," Olivia replied, stifling a laugh, and moving a little closer to him.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 5, 2008 17:27:29 GMT
"I think it's gonna snow again tonight," Jack groaned, looking towards the frosted window panes. "That'll make our search all the harder..." He paused, and suddenly the most blindingly obvious idea hit him- one he'd never even thought of before. "You know, Olivia, I'm an idiot."
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jan 5, 2008 17:30:52 GMT
Olivia raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the window. "Yes, well, I already knew that, but why are you an idiot this time?"
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 5, 2008 17:33:28 GMT
Jack elbowed her, but carefully this time. He always tended to freeze up a bit, and be more careful whenever he remembered his powers.
"I was just sitting here, complaining about the cold," Jack sighed, holding forward his palm, "when I can do this." There was a quick, crackling, sizzling noise as his hand heated up, and suddenly, flames burst forth from his very fingertips. It only lasted a few, short seconds, but it sent a rush of warmth all around his; a new, special kind of warmth, which served to cool off his burning skin after kissing Olivia.
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