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Post by Timur on Aug 26, 2016 2:10:50 GMT
Sam Winchester Her hands went up, messing with his hair a bit. She didn't seem to do that a whole lot, but before he knew it the fem's lips danced away from his. She seemed to be just teasing, and during the time she was teasing him Sam looked lovingly into her eyes, and then just like that, she placed her lips back on his, continuing their moment. Sam shifted so that Fawn was being held with one arm, and wrapped his other arm across her upper back to hold her closer. After some time of this kiss, the male would break away, gently biting her lower lip for a moment and giving her a lowkey seductive look before returning to the kiss just as passionately as before, if not more.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 26, 2016 2:36:19 GMT
Fawn felt Sam shift and was pressed closer to him. Which she would gladly accept with a slight smile. He pulled back, lightly biting her lower lip, sending nerves wild for a moment. She caught the look and her own lime green eyes lit up with that same look, smirking slightly before it was ruined again by his kiss. She lowered one hand slightly and tugged at the collar of his short in any sort of action to seek more attention from him. Begging him to do anything more than just kiss her. An attention seeker.
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Post by Timur on Aug 26, 2016 3:27:31 GMT
Sam Winchester Just before they continued kissing, he caught the looks she flashed back, smiling himself for a split second just before they continued. A tug was felt by his shirt collar, seemingly a older for attention. Oh so she wanted more? He could give her more. Sam would press his lips more into Fawn's, leaning into the kiss a bit more. The hunter's fingertips on the hand near the base of her neck would slide into her shirt, rubbing in circles on the top of her shoulder with his index and middle finger, aka all Timur could think of atm.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 26, 2016 3:39:41 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
Fawnpelt was suddenly preset deeper into the kiss, Sam leaning into the kiss a bit. This forced the kiss to deepen, which she was happy by that. Seemed her tug had been answered pretty quick. She was happy as a lark right now as goosebumps made their marks all over her body. His fingers against her shoulder sent tingles through out her body, showing just how much his touch could affect her. She played with his hair more, still kissing him with a dancing fire.
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Post by Timur on Aug 26, 2016 4:01:26 GMT
Sam Winchester Funny how a fire was used as a metaphor. Such a destructive force that had brought so much bad, compared to a warm, passionate love that was nothing close to destructive. However, it was a good metaphor. Sam was happy to continue the circular motion with his fingers, noting just how happy the female seemed. This was probably the best part. Not that he got to kiss her, not that they got to have a romantic relationship, but that he could make her happy. In his mind, making her happy was priceless and most defining worth the effort to make her happy. He continued kissing, loving the way their lips danced across each other's and when their noses occasionally bumped, and how she kept playing with his hair. He loved it all.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 26, 2016 4:10:06 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
Funny how she was being compared to fire. Fire had destroyed many things. It had even destroyed her wings, burning them. They stopped her from flying for weeks. Not that she cared. Her continued rubbing her shoulder and he hit a certain spot. Her back arched slightly inwards, pressing herself ever closer to him as she shifted to sit a little higher on his hips. She continued kissing him, enjoying the tingles that were sent between them, the butterflies on her stonach, the seductive looks. She loved it all, breathed it all. Needed it all.
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Post by Timur on Aug 26, 2016 4:30:09 GMT
Sam Winchester Butterflies in her stomach? He'd kill them, make her totally confident and comfortable and the butterflies go away, yet keep the romantic scene going. There were no need for butterflies. However, this post wasn't totally about butterflies. A small movement told him that he had hit a good spot, and he intentionally attempted to find it again. She got a little higher on his hips, almost like climbing a mountain. Not that a mountain and Sam were much different. He pulled back for just a moment to give her a kiss in the tip of her nose, and then went back to kissing her on the lips happily.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 26, 2016 11:52:56 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
Fawnpelt had killed and eaten a butterfly once. As a kit. It was quote tasty, so she couldn't blame him if he wanted to murder the butterflies. Then again, it was to make her feel confident around him. Something she seemed to lack any more. He hit that sweet spot again and her back arched towards him again. "Mmph!" A groan escaped her as he rubbed the spot. The man knew how to work his hands, she'd give him that. She lowered her hands from his hair and gripped the back of his shirt, balling it into her fists.
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Post by Timur on Aug 27, 2016 4:42:55 GMT
Sam Winchester eating the butterflies was a little far for him- and plus he'd have butterflies in his stomach then himself. Sam honestly never would of thought of them as tasty, considering that most intentionally taste bad or something to avoid predation. It seemed as if her back arched when he found the spot again, and a small groan escaped her lips, warning his skin as her breath landed on it. A small tug was felt as she gripped his shirt again. Sam would continue the rubbing for a little bit more and then slide most the rest of his hand in her sleeve, happy to let it rest on the skin of her shoulder, all the while kissing her.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 27, 2016 4:50:02 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
Well, she had to agree with him on that. His hand slide mostly down her sleeve, resting on the bare skin of her shoulder. She wouldn't mind, in fact enjoyed it. She leaned in, deepening the kiss with hunger. His touch was slightly overwhelming for her. Not that it wasn't there all the time. It numbed until he moved again. She smiled briefly before deepening the kiss again, legs gripping his hips a little tighter than before.
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Post by Timur on Aug 27, 2016 5:05:34 GMT
Sam Winchester This time it was Fawnpelt's turn to lean into the kiss hungrily. Oh how he loved moments like these when they were alone and only had each other for company. In times like these they didn't have to worry about Birch walking in on them, or Benedict coming in to ask a question about something. Here they were carefree, happy in each other's arms with each other's lips pressed together. Her legs squeezed a little tighter around him and he gave her shoulder a small, happy squeeze.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 27, 2016 18:15:54 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
The fem was satisfied with what was happening. Nobody to barge in on them, nobody to crash their party. Just these two. They had the whole world to themselves. That's all that mattered to them. Just each other. He was her whole world and she gripped his shirt tighter, never wanting to let go.
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Post by Timur on Aug 27, 2016 19:05:47 GMT
Sam Winchester Them, and them alone. That was good, they had them time. Alone time. Happy time. No one to interrupt it, no one and nothing to stop them from being happy. His shirt was gripped tighter and they continued kissing, an amazing feeling actually. An amazing moment. They were both happy with each other, holding each other and kissing each other. Sam however would break away from the kiss, and instead made a trail of kisses starting from just under her jaw- though being careful not to hurt it with it being crooked and all, and going downwards on the sideish of her neck.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 27, 2016 19:25:14 GMT
Fawnpelt Can you see my scars?
Fawn looked at him slightly confused when he pulled back. However, the moment he started kissing her neck, she instinctively tilted her head slightly, allowing him access. Her jaw may have been crooked and she may have been the only one to ever touch it and not hark it, but she trusted him. Trusted him enough not to hurt her. And he didn't. She trusted him and she was right to. Her neck, unlike others, was able to stand the kissing, her nerves mostly numb there from how many times she had been bit and clawed there. He was kissing scars, she noted.
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Post by Timur on Aug 27, 2016 19:52:32 GMT
Sam Winchester If he had been kissing her scars, it was just a coincidence to him. Though it was sad just how many scars the female held, it didn't seem right. If only there was a way to make the scars go away, the reminders of such horrible events. Her head tilted slightly and gave him more access, and also told him she was ok with it. Sam was happy that she trusted him with such a thing, kissing a place that had been attacked seemingly so many times, and probably had too. A place that where a cut could kill her, and probably almost had. He made sure to be gentle, treasuring the moment.
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