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[onewhoisall]

Her fingertips press against her face, sliding and scraping over tired skin as she stares at too bright sun through the gap in her curtain. Rolling over her legs twist and tangle within the blankets, burrowing briefly for a moment before she shifts, irritated and hot and, onto her back. Her body was still sore, still aching, she should rest... staring at the ceiling, Cassandra remained still for another moment before moving suddenly.

She would rest later. Train now. Do... something.

Padding quietly across the floor, Cass grabbed the hem of an overly large shirt as she padded into the hall. Stretching up onto her toes as she shifted her bare arms over her head, Cass walked through the living area nose twitching slightly at the familiar sight. Dropping the shirt onto the counter, she bent down for a carton of juice before reaching up for a glass. Eyes glancing to the edge of her vision, she grabbed another glass before placing it on the counter.

"How love have you been here?" Cass murmured quietly, fingertips reaching behind her for his t-shirt before dragging it over her naked body. Raising an eyebrow, she pushed the glass across the counter. "Hn, what are you watching?"

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[badtotheclone]

I'm bothered by the touch because it feels too good. Too nice. Too... kind. I'm not sure what to do with that. That said, I make no movement to stop the touch, not even as the goosebumps raise along my skin.

"I don't want to kill you," I point out. Even a dog will be happy if you scratch its belly.

[onewhoisall]

Her lips twitched, breath exhaling in a soft quiet noise. Leaning forward, she looked at him with a small smile she rarely shared with anyone.

"You could try, you would not succeed. You wouldn't kill me," Cass murmured, drawing her hand down his chest. He was warm beneath her hand, the fabric rough in her hands as she leaned forward a little, her lips parted as she looked at him carefully.

[badtotheclone]

"Maybe," I say, giving her a bit of a smile back.

I can feel my heart beat faster as she slid her hand across my chest. It was a slow movement, more exploratory than teasing which was good because I'm not sure what I would have done if I thought she was teasing me.

"But I wouldn't try. Like your smile too much."

[onewhoisall]

Her lips twitched, relaxing and smiling a little more at the small smile he returns. She pressed her hands against his stomach, fingertips stretching down and up against the warmth of his body before she looked up at him.

"Hn, do you?" Cass asked curious, pressing her tongue against her bottom lip. Leaning forward she moved closer to him, turning her head so she was close to him. Her breath on his cheeks, his jaw. "Like my... smile?"

[badtotheclone]

I would have squirmed except for the fact that I was worried she would take it the wrong way. She seemed to be pretty comfortable with touching wherever she wanted and strangely enough I didn't mind.

When she leaned in closer, lips almost brushing against my skin, I was momentarily at a loss for words. All I could think of was how nice this all felt and how long it had been since I felt this nice.

"You have a very nice... smile," I finally manage to say, one hand trailing along her spine.

[onewhoisall]

Her hand twisted in the fabric of his clothes, pushing up so the top of her wrist brushed against his bare stomach. Pressing her fingertips into his stomach, she slid her hand up over his clothes curiously. His hand was at her back, moving along her spine and making her draw in breath.

"Do I?" Her voice was a hint of breath, wanting, as she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth.

[badtotheclone]

I pulled her a bit closer and turned my head so my lips brushed against hers. Her hands felt good against my skin, even if he sensation did make me groan and tremble just a bit. It was in a good way though and I tried not to think about how crazy this was.

"Mmmmm, you do..."

[onewhoisall]

He trembled beneath her hands, groaning as she touched him. She smiled, cheeks flushing with colour as he turned his head and ran his lips over hers. She pulled away slightly to look at him. He had kissed her. She pressed her hand beneath his shirt, fingertip pressed against his skin in a gentle warning.

Wait.

Reaching up to touch his face with one hand, she pressed her palm against his cheek softly before brushing her lips against his a little more sure now. Lips parted she exhaled shakily before she leaned in to kiss him.

[badtotheclone]

When she pulls back, I wonder if I did something wrong. I hope not, because she seems pretty damn clear on what she wanted but I could be wrong. It's not like I have a lot of experience in these sort of situations.

I'm content to just wait though. Her touch feels good and she feels nice pressed up against me, almost curled into me. The solid comfort of someone close is good.

When she kissed me again though, less hesitant this time, I kissed back more. Not hard or passionately, but without hesitation and eager for more.

[onewhoisall]

He waits, waits for her as she slides her fingertips up his chest beneath the borrowed shirt. Her fingertips, rough and worn, cover his heart as she leaned into his body to kiss him. No hesitation.

She sighed a soft moan, lips parted softly as she drew him closer to her. Her hand curling around the back of his neck as she kissed him a little harder. This was not a battle, not a fight but she is not gentle or fragile she won't break.

[badtotheclone]

I can't help but react with interest. Being alone gets old after a while and you crave some sort of connection, even if you know you don't deserve it. Cassandra feels like a kindred spirit for some reason. Or maybe it's her inquisitive nature that I'm drawn to. Or it might just be because I've seen her naked.

Whatever it is, I'm wanting more. More kissing and more touching. More contact. More of her.

I pull back some and pull my shirt off over my head. I want as much contact as possible and when I pull her close again I kiss her hard and deep.

[onewhoisall]

Her cheeks flushed as he pulled back, shifting a little as her gaze dropped down to his stomach as he tugged his own shirt off. Cassandra turned her head curiously, watching him with parted lips for a moment before he pulled her close and kissed her. Hard, no control, freefalling. It felt like that, it felt good.

Moaning into his mouth, she shuddered and curled one hand tight around his shoulder as she parted her lips. Pulling back, she exhaled as she shifted and slid onto his lap before leaning back into kiss him. His t-shirt, sliding higher up her thighs as she pushed him back into the couch and leaned into his body.

[badtotheclone]

I feel hungry for more. It's the only way to describe it and it feels good to be hungry for something that's not violence, to want more and mare without worrying if I'm crossing some line.

I growl when she pushes me back, surprised at the sound, ht it's one of pleasure and not anger. This isn't a dominance game, simply her expressing herself, showing me where she wants me.

One hand threads through her hair and cups the back of her head to hold her to the kiss while the other grips her thigh and pulls her closer. That's what I want; more if her, to have her closer, to give in to that hunger.

[onewhoisall]

His growl makes her fingernails press into his shoulder, shuddering as he cradled her head and kissed her. Parting her lips, she traced her tongue against his lips before leaning into the heated kiss.

His fingertips gripped her thigh, pulling her closer and making her moan at the feel of rough fabric between her legs. He wants her. Ducking her head at the realisation she took a shivery breath before she kissed his jaw and back up to his mouth.

Pressing her knees tight against his sides, Cass squirmed and rocked back against him at the feel of his palm against her bare skin.

[badtotheclone]

I groan in pleasure as she squirmed back against me, the movements doing something to me and driving me wild. I press my hips up against her and tug at the hem of her shirt. My shirt. Whatever, she can have the damn thing she looks better in it than I do.

I want to feel her skin slide against mine, I want to kiss her scars and show her I don't mind them. My tongue teases back against her and I love the way she kisses, how she tastes.

"Want."

[onewhoisall]

Her lips parted in a soft moan as her hands slid down his back. Pressing her blunt nails against his flesh, Cass leaned into him rocking her hips forward as he moved his against her. Pulling back a little, panting, she watched him curiously as he tugged at the hem of her shirt.

Want.

Cass nodded her head before lifting her arms up for him to tug the shirt off her naked body.

[badtotheclone]

I take my time removing the shirt, hands sliding along the hard muscle of her back. I love how she feels under my hands, the small spark as my skin glides along hers.

There's a momentary break in contact between us as I take her shirt off but once it's over her head I pull her back close, kissing her even more heated than before, as if I need to make up for the brief lack of contact.

My hands grip her hard, telling her I still need more, that I can't get enough of her, that she's driving me wild.

[onewhoisall]

Her eyes close shut, inhaling at the feel of his hand against her skin, moving slowly- too slowly- along her back. Her breath caught as she leaned against him, forehead pressing against his for a brief moment of respite before she pulls away. Her arms lifting as he takes the shirt off.

Reaching for him she slid her hands over his shoulders as he pulled her back towards him. She meets his mouth, kissing him fiercely and showing him with lips, tongue, teeth what she wants. She wants him.

She moves, sliding in his lap closer to him, understanding even as his body speaks and tells her what he wants. She knows.

[badtotheclone]

I'm not sure if she's quite aware what she's doing to me, the reaction that she's having, or if she's just lost in the moment. I've never done anything like this before, not exactly. I'm not thinking, I'm not looking at the long term, I'm just letting instinct take over.

It's almost scary how easily it happens, how there's no conflict between us just yet. It's like we want the same exact thing in the same exact way. I love what she's doing to me and how's she's doing it. Strong and eager I can't get enough of her in a way that I can't explain.

My breathing is coming faster and my heart is racing. I'm growing more and more aroused but that's only part of my need. I want to connect with her in so many ways that I can't even categorize them all. I just want her.

[onewhoisall]

Her voice was a soft murmur, a quiet moan, against his lips and muffled into his mouth as she kissed him, biting his bottom lip. She pulled away, breathing heavily as she exhaled against his lips and brushed her lips against his almost kissing him before pulling away. Cassandra watched him, fingertips sliding down over his shoulders and down his back before she pulled herself closer to him.

Lips hovering, she waited before grinding against him as she kissed him smoothly. She drew away, watching before she kissed him again, rocking her hips and pressing down against him. Showing him without words what he did to her. She could trust him, she could let her control slip just a little and show him how much she felt.

[badtotheclone]

There's no way to misinterpret those movements or intentions and I'll be damned if it doesn't feel amazing. It's like she knows exactly what I need and want. Or maybe that's what she's needs and wants too.

"Off," I growl. Not because I don't like what she's doing but because I want these damn shorts off. I don't want anything between the two of us, I want complete exposure.

[onewhoisall]

Her fingernails pressed against his back, inhaling and drawing down as he growled at her. Flushing, she pulled back looking at him curiously as her hips rolled against him. Brushing a soft kiss against his lips, she turned her head to watch him before nodding at the growl.

Stretching her fingers up, she drew her hands under his sides before sliding her fingertips over his stomach. Thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts teasing before she rolled off him smoothly.

Leaning forward she pressed her fingertips beneath his jaw before Cass kissed him again.

[badtotheclone]

It's a struggle between wanting to get my shorts off and focusing on kissing her again. In the end I manage both with a growl and a sort of primal ferocity. The shorts get all but ripped off and the kiss is even more fierce than before, an indication of just how badly my body wants this, wants her.

In contrast, my hands on her are more delicate, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin and the hard muscle underneath. She's capable of being fierce and soft so I don't see any reason not to enjoy both aspects of her.

"On."

It's more of a plead than a demand, she was only off for a few seconds but I miss the contact all the same.

[onewhoisall]

She smiled against his lips, watching him struggle for a moment between kissing her and undressing. Lips tugging teasingly, she drew her head back a little bit as he growled before she met his fierce kiss with her own demanding kiss.

Her hand slid down his neck, eyebrow raising at the pleading tone before she nodded but didn't move just yet. Her gaze slipped, cheeks flushed as her fingertips sliding down his stomach gently. Leaning forward, she sat close to him seeing how far she could push his own control as her hand pressed against his hip.

[badtotheclone]

This girl is evil. Pure evil.

I can see the blush on her cheeks and my muscles tremble underneath her hand moved along my body. She was teasing me, or at least drawing it out, almost like she was experimenting. I wasn't sure if it was my reaction or her own that she was curious about though. Just to prove I can (either to myself or her I'm not sure) I stay completely still. Or as still as possible since some of the reactions I can't exactly control.

Closing my eyes though, I can focus on her touch, on the exact feel of her hand over me and all the strangely complex sensations that come from that.