|
|
Post by Darcy Dartagnan on Jun 18, 2008 3:59:48 GMT -5
"My move"
Darcy echoed, and smiled in her kiss.
"Yes"
With just the hand he hold on the small of her back, he lifted her up, and placed her on his black coffin, that was just behind her. He liked the feeling of lifting someone, or something, up like that, heavy as a feather. As she now sat on the coffin, he kissed her passionately.
|
|
|
|
Post by Celeste Volette on Jun 18, 2008 22:08:58 GMT -5
 
Celeste gasped lightly as Darcy lifted her up onto his coffin behind her. One though entered her the back of her mind quickly. Forgive me, Aston... As she continued kissing Darcy, she pushed that thought from her mind for the time being. She pulled back for just a moment. "Good move." she breathed against his lips and then kissed him passionately again, her lips moving hungrily against his. |
|
|
|
Post by Darcy Dartagnan on Jun 20, 2008 3:03:54 GMT -5
"Thank you, love"
He whispered back, and kissed her back, as hungrily and passionate as Celeste, and he put his hand in her hair, entangled her hair with his fingers. The other hand he put on her thigh, griping it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Celeste Volette on Jul 1, 2008 14:46:44 GMT -5
Celeste's lips still moved hungerly against Darcy's. She did not move his hand when it gripped her thigh. She instead dreamed, in her heart, she was kissing Aston. If she imagined she was kissing Aston in her heart, Darcy wouldn't be able to see that dream. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. In her heart, a song she then remembered. I will not cry, I will not think, I'll do my dance, I'll make them drink, When I make love, it won't be me. And if they hurt me, I'll just close my eyes And see The movie in my mind, The dream that fills my head, A man who will not kill, Who'll fight for me instead, He'll keep us safe all day So no one comes at night, To blow the dream away. Dream. The dream I have to find. The movie in my mind... |
|
|
|
Post by Darcy Dartagnan on Oct 7, 2009 17:33:01 GMT -5
Darcy kept kissing her, but he could feel her drifting away, and he puckered his eyebrows as he got more and more intense, trying to convince himself that she was into it too, but he couldn't fool himself for long. She was a good actress, but he could sense her mind were off somewhere else, and he did not like it. He pushed her away from him, to stop himself, and he glared at her, not showing that he was hurt. Better to show his angry side. He slapped her hard on the cheek and expected her to leave.
[Sorry if I'm PPing.]
|
|
