A dream is still a dream...: ...gay, hmm?
As she pecks him over and over again he finds himself smiling at each and every one, and it only seems to grow as she progresses on. At her subtle reminder of what she wants, he finds himself smiling as he takes a moment to just look over her once more. With confidence, he brings his hands up to cup each of her cheeks and he smiles softly at her.
“One moment… let me just do something…” With that, he leans forward to kiss her softly once more, allowing his lips to linger for as long as they possibly can against her very own.
When his hands cupped her cheeks tenderly, curiosity dawned over her. At his small request, she was about to question but every ounce of coherency was silenced by his kiss. Unable to hold her eyes open for much longer, she allowed herself to drift into his kiss. Their lips didn’t move nor falter, just remained touching for a long while. Harper had never been kissed like such before and all she could do was pray it wouldn’t be the last. Wanting to prolong the moment in all its glory, she brought her hands to holds his own and just leaned into his lips more.
A dream is still a dream...: ...gay, hmm?
“What is this, Alex? Do tell…” With a soft, cheshire smile she leaned up towards him and hummed louder still. When his words fell from his lips, both her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? Well, do you wish to kiss me monsieur? Because I wish for you to do so…”
As she edges closer to his being and the humming becomes even louder, the ability to form coherent sentences, or even simple words becomes non-existent. His arm wraps loosely around her waist before he pulls her in fully and he kisses her softly and without a single hesitation, feeling the buzz coat his entire being, which causes him to put both arms around her to keep her as close as she is.
The feel of his lips upon her own was soft and sensuous, but she had to be careful to not lose herself in the moment with him for it could lead it dangerous past times. A slight moan escaped her as she felt him pull her body right into his own and she returned his kiss with a passionate vigor and need. “Take off your shirt,” she whispered onto his lips gently. “Then take off mine.”
When she finally returns her kiss and compliments it with the faintest of moans he smiles to himself as he keeps her distance close. Her commands, although whispered and delicate, are commands he accepts and complies to instantly. His fingers gently run across the buttons of his shirt before he undoes them with ease, and his fingers them travel to the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up and off her frame quickly. With both garments tossed aside, his eyes fall upon her once more as he simply stands and admires for a moment, waiting for her next move.
“I never said stop kissing me, Alex.” Selectively her hands chose to run across his bare chest, feeling the softness despite the cut of his muscles. Harper moved her chin just an inch and placed her lips upon his once again just to peck him softly several times over and over. Between touches, she looked right into his eyes and smiled. “You can touch me, if you want too.” Slowly, but surely she pulled the Siren back inside of her, just to feel if it was real or not.
A dream is still a dream...: ...gay, hmm?
“What is this, Alex? Do tell…” With a soft, cheshire smile she leaned up towards him and hummed louder still. When his words fell from his lips, both her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? Well, do you wish to kiss me monsieur? Because I wish for you to do so…”
As she edges closer to his being and the humming becomes even louder, the ability to form coherent sentences, or even simple words becomes non-existent. His arm wraps loosely around her waist before he pulls her in fully and he kisses her softly and without a single hesitation, feeling the buzz coat his entire being, which causes him to put both arms around her to keep her as close as she is.
The feel of his lips upon her own was soft and sensuous, but she had to be careful to not lose herself in the moment with him for it could lead it dangerous past times. A slight moan escaped her as she felt him pull her body right into his own and she returned his kiss with a passionate vigor and need. “Take of your shirt,” she whispered onto his lips gently. “Then take off mine.”
|| Harper Love|| Siren || Beauxbatons || 18 ||