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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on May 31, 2011 21:47:37 GMT -6
She took note of the hurt. She didn't try to hurt his feelings. She really did appreciate that he suggested it. She really did. It was the first real interest in the wedding that he showed. It figured that the day she didn't want to even think about wedding plans, he would find some interest in them. She closed her eyes softly as she felt his lips brush along her shoulder. She shifted as her fingers lifted and ran along his arm softly, swirling circles and curves along the curves of his muscled arm.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt his hands ran through her silken locks. She looked up to him and smiled warmly as his lips lowered to hers. She yielded to him with a soft moan as her hand ran over his head softly. She grinned mischievously and ran her finger along his jaw teasingly. "Why I do not know what you're talking about, You're Highness." She smiled playfully as she looked over his face. She honestly didn't know how she did it. She could certainly ask the same thing from him. She remembered the way he made her feel last night. How he made her burn for him. How he made her want him so bad. How every little brush of his touch, be it lips or fingers made her skin tingle and spark with fire. How her heart pounded sporadically whenever he turned those pale blue eyes on her. How her body quaked as those blue eyes smoldered with desire. It seemed like her body had a reaction for everything he did.
"Henry... I'm starving." She murmured softly as she sat up a little, brushing a kiss over his lips. She was. All he fed her last night was wine and ice cream. It was a wonder her stomach didn't eat itself. She smiled at him softly and brushed her finger along his lips. "And if I remember correctly, you promised to cook breakfast." Those big doe eyes met his gaze, smiling brightly up as him. Okay, so maybe he didn't promise to cook breakfast, but he did say he would be back in time to cook breakfast. That kind of made it an implied promise. Plus... she needed the energy boost because she intended to keep him in this suite for at least another day. Oh yes. The two of them were no where near done. She was pretty sure that she would never stop wanting him, but one thing was certain. She was going to make love to him all day and all night.
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Post by henry on Jun 2, 2011 0:43:33 GMT -6
Henry groaned when Elina pressed her lips to his. This was where he was meant to be. He knew it with every fiber of his being and nothing was going to change that. He wanted nothing more than to do what he did the night before. All of it. Then do it again. Repeatedly. He wanted to worship her body and soul the way it was meant to be worshiped. For once in his life, he wasn't the least bit ashamed of being so completely taken. He was hers, completely and totally. And it was a damn good thing she didn't know it. His desire started to peak again at the kiss and he wanted to remain in bed all day if he could, so her voice pleading her hunger made him droop a little. Granted, he hadn't fed her much last night so he supposed that breakfast really would have to come first.
She brushed a finger across his lips, which just made him want to nibble on it, but he resisted the urge. "And if I remember correctly, you promised to cook breakfast." At least she was smiling when she said it, so she couldn't be too disappointed with him. He grinned back at her and gave her one more heated kiss before rolling away from her warmth. "Alright, alright, I suppose I can resist you for that long anyway." He raised his arms above his head and stretched until his back popped. Letting his arms fall back down to his sides, he sighed. "Barely." With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her again, unable to get enough. He mumbled against her lips. "What do you want to eat?" He half hoped she'd say him.
He didn't expect her to, though. If he had his way, they'd be in this bed all day and they'd need to eat something to keep up their strength. It was hard to consider when he wanted her so much, but he could feel hunger gnawing at him in the background of his thoughts. He let out a soft growl as he tried to pull away from her. He really did have to try. Breathing a bit ragged, he told her, "Whatever you want, it's yours." She didn't have to know that he meant more than just food. It was better that she didn't so that she couldn't use it against him in any way, but the meaning was still there under his words.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 2, 2011 11:36:12 GMT -6
She noticed his disappointment when she asked him to make breakfast. She wished she didn't have to ask him to. She wanted him to take her and never stop, but she was starving. As if to attest to this fact, her stomach let out a low, gurgling growl of hunger. She would have loved keep making love, but they both needed to eat. She let out a soft hum against his lips and propped herself up on her elbows.
She smiled faintly and brushed a soft kiss over his nose. "You mean besides you?" She grinned playfully as her finger ran along his jaw. She studied his face. It was such a handsome face too. She could see why so many women fell for him. Especially when he turned those gorgeous blue eyes on them. She knew he made her want to swoon when he turned those tumultuous blue eyes upon her. She chuckled softly at his somewhat violent reaction as he reluctantly pulled away. At least she thought it was reluctance. She didn't really want him to let go of her either, but they both needed the energy that a good breakfast could provide. Especially since she intended upon She stroked her hand along his cheek tenderly. " Surprise me. As long as there's some bacon on the side I'm a happy camper." She closed her eyes softly as her hand stroked up and down his back slowly, almost wishing that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
She pressed a kiss to his lips ever so softly before nudging him up. "Go fix breakfast. I need to clean myself up a little bit." She said gently. Actually, her idea was more of getting sexied up and giving him a little gift he would have to unwrap. She would have to do a little digging around in the closet, but she could find something he would approve of.
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Post by henry on Jun 3, 2011 11:29:07 GMT -6
"You mean besides you?" Henry groaned. She said it. She had actually said it. His blood burned through his veins, made hotter by her desire. She'd phrased it as a question, but to him that hardly mattered. She was just so damn tempting laying there, practically waiting for him to take her. It didn't matter how many times they'd made love the night before, he wanted her again with just as much passion as before. He wouldn't have thought it possible, but there it was. This time, though, it was laced through with his love for her which just made it stronger. It changed his desire into something more than it had been. Now, instead of just a yearning for physical satisfaction, he yearned to please her. He yearned to make her his in every way possible. To claim her. To twine their scents so closely that they were indistinguishable.
With that thought, he remembered that he smelled like chlorine, and he remembered why. He didn't want Elina tainted by that experience. He didn't even want himself tainted by that experience. He wanted her with a fiery passion that defied logic, but not when he smelled the way he did. He let out another groan when she ran her hands up and down his back and he wondered why he'd even put a shirt on. Those deft hands of hers would feel so much better against his skin. He would feed her, and then he was taking a nice long shower. Hopefully with her in it.
Elina informed him that she didn't mind what he fixed as long as there was bacon and he chuckled. He always kept a great deal of bacon in his fridge. It had to be one of his favorite foods, not only to eat the way it was meant to be eaten, but also to cook with. A shiver ran down his spine when she kissed him again. He was wearing entirely too many clothes. At least that was his thought before she nudged him out of bed. He gave a small chuckle and didn't resist her, though he wanted to. He knew they both needed to eat and to accomplish that, he'd actually have to get out of bed and make something. He could always get a servant to do it, but it wasn't the same. Besides the fact that Elina would probably consider that some form of moral cheating since he'd told her that he'd cook. He thought back. Well, he hadn't really. He'd just told her that he'd be back in time for breakfast. It was a tempting idea, but he wouldn't do it. He'd cook for her.
On some level, Henry was surprised at the changes within himself, but he pushed down the fear and anxiety he had about it. For awhile at least, he was going to do his best to enjoy being in love, even if Elina didn't return his feelings. With the way he'd acted, how could he expect her to? He couldn't let himself hope, either. He didn't ask to be in love, nor did he want to be, but he was. That didn't mean she would automatically love him in return. It was better for them both if she didn't. Somehow, the thought seemed weaker than before. With a small shake of his head, he brushed his fingers along Elina's arm as he walked around the bed, wishing he was still in it. "Pancakes it is then, and tons of bacon. Heaps of it." He grinned mischievously and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe then he could think with some level of rationality. Ha, not likely.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 3, 2011 13:31:18 GMT -6
Elina was so tempted to just rip that shirt off of him there in the bed. It seemed highly unfair that he was dressed practically from head to toe while she was wearing nothing but her own skin she was born into. She just wanted to feel his skin against hers like she had last night. She smirked a little as she felt the quiver under her fingers. And he would not object if she ripped that shirt. At least she assumed as much based off of his reaction.
She smirked and watched him go. Her eyes studied his backside for a moment, a knowing grin on her lips. She could very clearly remember that ass of his in the palm of her hands. She shivered at the memory before snapping herself out of it. She made sure he wouldn't be coming back soon and began the process of "getting dressed." She hopped out of the bed and went over to the closet and started rummaging through what she assumed was to be her side of the closet. Thankfully the servants tucked all her lingerie away where Henry wouldn't see it. Bless them. They weren't completely hopeless. She looked over a few sets she had for a moment before she decided on something he would really have to work on getting off. Lots of laces and cinches. She grinned and started pulling on the lingerie.
Once she was dressed she slipped on some sexy black strappy heels that were at least three inches height. She studied herself in the mirror for a moment before she slowly sauntered out of the closet and went to the bathroom, where she proceeded to put on just a dash of make-up. She made sure the lipstick was red though. Kiss me and take me red. She grinned at herself in the mirror for a moment before she tousled up her hair a bit more to give it that sexy rumpled look.She grinned. She would have lots of fun with this. And it would add an interesting twist to breakfast. She peeked out of the bedroom and checked to make sure Henry was still in the kitchen before she quietly tiptoed over to the living room couch. She laid herself out on the couch and picked up a magazine to read while she patiently waited for him to finish breakfast.
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Post by henry on Jun 3, 2011 18:02:25 GMT -6
Henry quickly whipped up a pancake batter and considered throwing some fresh blueberries in. An entire package of thick sliced bacon was set aside and both skillets were on the stove top, already heating. He hummed to himself as he worked, oddly content considering his life recently. In just a month's time, he'd gone from a womanizing playboy to.. well, he didn't know what. He just knew that he wasn't the person he had been. Although, that wasn't quite true either. He'd always been the person he was now, but his arrogant "I-don't-care" mask was slipping. The front that he put up was slowly being scoured away by Elina until there was nothing left but a scared little pup. It wasn't exactly a comforting thought.
Henry decided against the blueberries for the time being, in favor of classic pancakes and he poured a bit of batter into the pan. It was like he had to learn how to behave all over again. He'd spent so long acting a certain way around people, that he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He flipped the pancakes over with a sigh. It was disconcerting when he learned something new about himself just because he let his guard down. Elina did that to him. He behaved differently around her and showed more of himself. When he did, he was often surprised by his own actions, and not in a bad way either. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd grown up a little bit. He honestly wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to know that or not. On one hand, no one could hurt him if they didn't know the real him. On the other hand, he wanted someone to be proud of him. He just didn't accept the price of failure.
Flipping the pancakes over, he got started in on the bacon. At least he could think about all this now without having a complete panic attack. That was another thing Elina had done. As much as she flared his passions, she also calmed them down. Where he'd been in a constant state of anxiety about the wedding before, she had somehow turned that into excitement. She drove him insane with his own desires, but she calmed that too. Henry grinned to himself as he stacked the cooked bacon on a paper towel and got down plates for the nearly finished pancakes. He kept the entire pound of bacon on one plate, figuring they could share it, and took all three plates to the counter before going back for silverware, butter, syrup, and peanut butter in case Elina was completely crazy like that.
Having everything set up to his satisfaction, he peeled his shirt off on the way to the bedroom. It had bacon grease on it anyway. Henry pushed open the door and--dear Luna above. His heart clenched in his chest and he froze, his mouth gaping, unable to form the words to tell her that breakfast was ready. She had... she was... that was... wow. She looked like a supermodel laying there, flipping through a magazine like she didn't have a care in the world. He knew that particular outfit would be entirely too uncomfortable for her to be wearing it for her own pleasure. She'd put it on for him. She'd... wow. Letting out a deep breath, he dropped his shirt and moved to the side of the bed. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Shaking his head at her, he reached down and fingered the soft skin above the bow on the panties, not the least bit ashamed of how breathless he sounded.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 3, 2011 21:58:03 GMT -6
Elina grinnned softly at Henry's reaction. She grinned even more at his words. That was exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. She wanted him to drop dead almost. She put him through a lot over the last month. She gave him complete hell over the last few weeks. Not that he didn't deserve it. But she thought it was time to give him a real treat for putting up with the hell she put him through. After all... their first few hours sharing the same suite ended in disaster and up until a few days ago, she had him out on the couch.
"Why... whatever are you talking about, Your Highness?" She met his gaze as his hand brushed along the flesh just above the bow of her panties. Her body shivered at the touch of his fingers, and a soft little hum escaped her lips before she closed the magazine and slowly rose, laying her fishnet clad legs across his lap. A playful grin splayed across her lips as she ran her finger down his chest slowly. The finger traced the planes and curves of his body slowly before she slowly lowered her lips to his bare shoulder and brushed a kiss over his skin softly.
"Is breakfast ready?" She murmured softly against his skin, brushing kisses along his shoulder and neck. She was quite hungry, but who said you couldn't enjoy breakfast and enjoy the intimacies of your lover at once? She sniffed at him gently. The faint scent of bacon and pancakes laid over his neck. She nibbled at his neck as if she were eating the pancakes and bacon she smelled on his skin and in the air. She playfully nipped at his skin before she slowly rose from the couch, standing in front of him. "You smell as delicious as the food, Henry." She grinned knowingly as her eyes trailed along his body slowly.
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Post by henry on Jun 6, 2011 14:42:13 GMT -6
Henry could feel the blood pounding in his head. Elina looked like some exotic creature out of a fairy tale, come to torment him until he lost his sanity. Well, he was beginning to believe in fairy tales, since he could feel his self control slipping. He was supposed to be feeding her, and that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. The pancakes and bacon were going to get cold, but he couldn't bring himself to care all that much about it. Still, he tried to resist, knowing that she needed to eat. They both needed to eat.
That lasted until she threw her legs over him and trailed a finger down his chest. Sweet Luna above... She really was going to give him a heart attack. His hands instinctively went to her fish net covered legs and held on. Breakfast could damn well wait. Henry let his head fall back as she kissed him along the shoulder and chest. A low growl escaped his throat as his hands tangled in her hair. He leaned his head forward and pressed his lips to her neck, wanting to take her in every possible way. He was half tempted to pick her up and carry her off to the shower. He still wanted to take her in there since he hadn't gotten to the first time they'd been in there together.
Before he could even flinch to carry out his half formed plan, she asked if breakfast was ready. She didn't seem too interested in food, but they were both hungry. He wondered if he could just live off of her for awhile. It wasn't likely, but he was tempted to try. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as she sniffed him. He nearly flinched, before remembering that Adrienne's scent was covered. Hoping for the best, he held her close as she nipped at him. Then he felt her pulling away from him and he wanted to hang on. He didn't though, hoping that some distance between them might allow for enough focus to eat.
"You smell as delicious as the food, Henry." He grinned at her, still rather dumbstruck about her outfit. His breathing was uneven and his heart was racing. Standing, he took her hands in his. They really should eat. He kept trying to tell himself that as if he'd find the willpower to resist her long enough to even look at the food. "I'd encourage you to take a bite, but I'd probably be all tough and stringy." He kept a hold on her hands as he walked backward, dragging her toward the food. "The pancakes will taste better and you'll need your energy for what I have planned." He gave her a mischievous grin, thinking about what syrup would taste like on her skin.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 7, 2011 7:34:19 GMT -6
Her head lifted as his hands ran through her tousled hair and his lips brushed over her neck. She let out a growl in answer to his, murmuring his name as she let him taste her neck. Oh, if only she had the strength to have him right there on the couch, but she needed food. Perhaps she should have waited till after breakfast to put all of this on because she wasn't sure they were going to make it to the breakfast table at this rate.
"Oh, is that so? And what do you have planned." She asked the question with a knowing smirk. She happily followed, wondering what he might have had in store for their day. She relished the very thought that he was hers now. She had wanted him so badly, but until now he'd been forbidden fruit. She looked to the plates of food and smiled faintly. Not a sexy smile, or a knowing smile. Just a sweet, gentle smile. She looked up to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was then that her stomach decided to emit a loud, growling gurgle. Well that was a little embarrassing, but a definite sign that she was indeed hungry. "I suppose I am a little hungry." She said faintly, laying a hand over her stomach lightly.
She looked up to Henry once more. "Perhaps I should wear something over this otherwise you might gobble me up before I get a chance to eat." Those doe eyes met his gaze and that knowing grin spread across her lips once more. Although the idea was very appealing, she knew that the both of them really did need to eat before the continued any fun. Especially if her stomach continued to make such noises.
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Post by henry on Jun 11, 2011 22:48:01 GMT -6
Elina asked him what he had planned, and he remained silent, giving her a mischievous grin instead of an answer. She smiled at him then, and his heart broke a little. It wasn’t sexy or taunting. It wasn’t a come-get-me grin or anything like that. It was a simple smile that said she was just happy. He was glad that he’d been the one to give her that smile. There wasn’t anything fake about it, and his chest clenched. He had the sudden thought that however this relationship ended, whether it be in a week or a millennium, it was going to hurt like hell. He could have forfeited breakfast and lived off of that smile. Luna knew he wanted to. He wanted her to smile at him like that for the rest of his life. He didn’t say that, though. Perhaps he should have, but he knew she didn’t feel the same way about him that he felt about her. He kept his mouth firmly shut and continued leading her toward the food as her stomach growled.
Henry tugged on Elina’s hands, pulling her a bit faster along than he was moving so that she collided with him at the same time that his back collided with the countertop. His lips met hers while his breathing came faster, his heart rate picking up speed to match. Breakfast. He needed to focus on breakfast. It was just too hard to do with her pressed against him. And that outfit! He wondered where she’d gotten it, but the thought was quickly dismissed. He didn’t care where it came from, he just wanted it off of her. “Maybe I will eat you for breakfast.” He let the comment hang in the air but a rumble from his stomach broke the silence. With a groan, he peeled himself away from her. They both needed to eat, and the sooner they ate, the sooner they could move on to more entertaining things.
Resisting the urge to spin her around, pick her up, and plant her on the counter where she could be ravished, he backed up a couple steps and grabbed the bottle of syrup. Dabbing a bit on his finger, he trailed it down her neck and proceeded to lick off every bit of it. “We should have breakfast like this every morning. I think I’d eat more.” His mouth still pressed to her neck, he reached for a plate and nearly knocked the butter on the floor as he did. He bit back a curse and pulled back, his breathing unsteady and his eyes a little glazed. “Food. We need food.” He hoped that if he told himself that enough, that it might actually sink in. But there was something about Elina, the woman he loved, that demanded all of his attention. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a step away from her, the taste of syrup and her skin still on his tongue. “Let’s eat before I give up on the idea completely.” He grinned at her then, letting her know that he was half joking.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 12, 2011 17:37:33 GMT -6
She let out a gasp of surprise as she stumbled into him, a hand coming to the counter to try and break her fall a little. She let out a soft growl as her body slapped into him. It was so tempting to just let him hoist her up and put her on that counter and just take her. It would be so easy wouldn't it? Her lips yielded to his as she let out a soft hum of delight. Her eyes fluttered open as he broke the kiss and she chuckled softly. "I certainly wouldn't object if you're as good with your mouth as you are with your manhood." She murmured softly, stroking her hand along his chest softly before resting on his hip gently.
She watched him with curiosity as he picked up the syrup and dabbed some on his fingers. Her eyes went to the finger, dripping with syrup as he lifted it to her neck and trailed it along her skin. She met his gaze for a moment, shivering as his finger trailed along her neck, spreading the sticky syrup over her neck. She let out a soft gasp and shivered under his lips as his tongue licked up the sticky syrup from her soft skin. The hand on his hip clutched at him as she quivered under his touch, tilting her head out of his way to expose more of her neck. She grabbed the butter as he almost knocked it over, not wanting it to tumble to the floor.
She looked back to Henry, smirking faintly. They were going to have serious issues with eating breakfast in peace. She gently nudged him to sit and once he was comfortable she sat in his lap. She picked up a piece of bacon as she settled in his lap and nibbled at it gently before she looked up to Henry. She studied him thoughtfully for a few minutes as she poured some syrup and dipped the strip of bacon in some of the syrup. "What changed your mind, Henry? about the fidelity?" She asked gently, meeting his gaze as she nibbled at the bacon.
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Post by henry on Jun 12, 2011 22:18:32 GMT -6
Henry growled low in his throat. Elina’s reactions to his touch made his own reactions so much stronger. He felt her tremble against him as her fingers dug into his hip. His desire flared almost painfully and he wanted more. He’d never have enough of her. He wanted to bury himself in her, curl up in her warmth and stay there forever. He was so close to losing his control, and he knew it. He wanted to dump the food on the floor and take her right there on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t do it, though. She needed to eat, and her needs were far greater than his wants. So it was with reluctance that he backed away and let her steer him into a chair.
As she plopped into his lap, he groaned. This was difficult enough for him, and she had to plant herself right where he wanted her. “So you think I’m good with my manhood, huh?” He wrapped his arms around her as she grabbed a piece of bacon. He snatched his own piece before he noticed her looking at him with a strange expression on her face, as though she was trying to figure him out. Luna, but she was beautiful, and not just on the outside. He dipped his own piece of bacon in the syrup she’d poured, amused that they shared that habit. Putting it in his mouth, he savored the flavors as she asked him a question. He stopped chewing and looked at her for a long moment, trying to figure out why she’d asked. Was she just insecure about his promise of fidelity, or had she figured out that he’d broken that promise already? No, surely not. She’d be furious with him if she knew, so that wasn’t it. Perhaps she was merely insecure about her ability to keep his attention. His heart sped up just a hair, and he hoped she didn’t notice. He hated keeping his recent encounter with Adrienne a secret from her, but it was for the best. It wasn’t like it was going to happen again.
Setting his bacon down, he gently turned her a bit so they were more or less facing each other. He wanted so badly to tell her then that he loved her. The words were there on his tongue, and it would make his answer simple. He had the feeling that if he told her, she’d understand. He couldn’t risk that though, not now when he had so much to lose. He bit his tongue and held the words back. With a sigh, he swallowed. “You, Elina Cali, are exquisite. Inside and out. It’s not about sex. Well, it’s not only about sex, although last night was literally the best night of my life.” He gave her a genuine grin before sobering and continuing. “I did it because of the way you pout in your sleep. I did it because you see past all my bullshit and you don’t accept anything but the real me. I did it because I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I did it because of the orchids in here.” He chuckled then, looking around the room at all of them. “I find it ironic that the orchid is your favorite flower. They grow in mountains, you know? Their roots have to dig deep into the cracks in the rock to reach nutrients. They can weather some of the most severe storms and winds, and yet they thrive.” He looked deep into her eyes then, his own shining with his love for her. “That’s what I see when I look at you. I...” I love you. He wanted to say it. “I’m not really giving up anything by being only with you.” You are everything now, he thought. I love you and I can’t live without you. That’s why I did it. Still, he didn’t say the words, even thought his heart was screaming them at him.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 13, 2011 9:19:06 GMT -6
"Don't let it go to your head... either of them." She smirked softly, but on the inside she worried. What if he grew tired of her? What would he do when he did? Go find another bed with a woman in it? That was definitely something that had been weighing on her mind since he promised her his fidelity. And what if he was saying that just to get in her pants? What if, now that he's had her, he goes to find some other woman. She was being ridiculous though. He may have had a streak of selfishness, but surely he wasn't that selfish... Surely she offered him enough to keep him coming back.
The knowing, playful, and mischievous smiles and come and get me grins were gone. The come hither look was gone. All that was on her lips with a soft, tender smile that shone in her eyes as he answered her question. In a very romantic way too. She chuckled a little when he said it wasn't completely about sex. She stopped though when that handsome grin of his went sober. She resisted the urge to frown. He had such a lovely smile. She wished he would smile more often, although she suspected she would make him smile more often. She frowned though when he started talking about her. "I do not pout when I sleep...." She pouted a little, but not for very long as he continued. She couldn't help but smile. He knew how to perk her up. He had such a way with words.
As his gaze met hers she leaned in and gently pressed her forehead to his, laying a hand over his cheek. She brushed a soft kiss over his lips in answer before she looked back to the food then to him."Last night... was amazing, Henry... The best I've ever had." She murmured to him softly as she brushed her nose against his affectionately.
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Post by henry on Jun 18, 2011 19:48:08 GMT -6
Henry was in a new place in his life, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. Ever since the engagement, he knew it was going to happen, but he'd been hoping the changes would be minimal. He'd been hoping that his lifestyle wouldn't change much and that he could go about his business while his wife went about hers. A marriage for the sake of appearances, as it were. Instead, he'd fallen in love despite his best efforts to the contrary. He'd managed to realize what an amazing woman Elina was, especially considering she was being forced into a marriage that she didn't want. Unlike him, though, she'd tried to make the best of it. And she put up with him on top of it which was something he'd forever be grateful for. He found himself wanting to make it up to her somehow, but he honestly didn't know what to do. What could he possibly get her when she was already perfect? Well, there was one thing at least, but that was already in the works. Hopefully Jason would be good at his word.
With Elina sitting in his lap as she was, he would give her anything. He'd give her anything in any case. She denied pouting in her sleep, all while pouting at him and he had to grin. His smile was surpressed only long enough to kiss that adorable pout of hers, though. She leaned her forehead against his and he closed his eyes, content for the moment just to hold her and feel her against him, clothes or no clothes. Perhaps especially in the clothes she was wearing. Even though she made his blood burn, he was simply happy that she was there. Happy that she was his and happy that she would one day be his wife. The prospect still terrified him, but he thought that maybe it was supposed to be that way.
Elina laid a hand over his cheek and brushed a kiss against his lips that made him groan for more. His eyes still closed, he savored that passion. He let it fill him until he thought he would burst with it as they gently nuzzled each other. Luna, he loved this woman. He wanted to swing her around in circles and tell her that over and over again. He wanted to laugh with the pleasure of it, even though fear and guilt still clawed at the back of his mind. He wanted to fall to his knees and promise her anything so long as she stayed by his side. It was a desperation he was unfamiliar with and it unnerved him a little. He had known deep down that if he fell in love with someone he would fall hard.
Henry brushed his lips against Elina's softly, then he did it again, loving the silky feel of them. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I intend to do it again repeatedly." He kissed her one last time then forced himself to lean back, finally opening his eyes and taking in her beauty. His throat tightened and he swallowed convulsively, but his voice was still thick when he spoke. "We really should eat." He tried as best as he could to push his emotions to the back of his mind, but they didn't want to go. Unable to resist, and he kissed her again, this one lingering. He kept his face close to hers, but he reached out and grabbed a plate before he could grab something else more tempting. Henry laughed that the predicament he was currently in as he pulled the plate closer and grabbed a fork. "Eat. Luna above, please eat. Because then I can have my way with you."
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 20, 2011 0:16:10 GMT -6
One thing Henry was right about just a few minutes ago was Elina's constant demand for Henry to be real with her. She didn't like that he tried to hide his true self from her. Especially as the wedding grew nearer. She didn't take his bullshit like others did. She knew who the real Henry was even if he refused to reveal himself to her. She wanted him to open up to her, but the more she tried to pry his heart from the confines of the wall he'd managed to build around it, the more she felt like she wasn't going to succeed. She knew why Vaan chose her. Because she could see through all of Henry's bullshit. Somehow he thought that was the key to "fixing" Henry.
She just wished he would look at her and see that she wasn't like his mother. Elina would never leave Henry, and she certainly wouldn't be able to leave her own pup, her own flesh and blood, like Rebekah did. Elina would never forgive the former queen for what she did to not only Henry but Vaan as well. She couldn't imagine how hurt it must have been for the young Henry to learn that his mother wasn't coming back. Especially when it was at such a crucial point in his life as a lycan. She could never do that to him or their pups. She wished with all her heart he would see that. Let her in so that she could prove it to him.
Her own pools fluttered shut at the brush of his lipsover hers. It felt so nice. So amazing. It made her heart race as he brushed another kiss over her tender lips. She wanted him to do so muche tender, sweet kisses that brushed over her supple mouth. She wanted those lips to ravish hers. She had to resist the urge to push him further though. She was hungry. As much as she wanted him, she need to eat.
She let out a soft hum against his lips as her hand ran along his cheek and cupped the back of his head gently. "Well it's a good thing I plan to let you do it again, repeatedly." She murmured softly as his lips brushed over hers. What she really wanted was for him to pick her up and throw her onto the table of food and just have his way with her. It scared her a little that he felt so strongly for him. That she wanted to be his, mind, body and shoul. What if he were to grow tired of her? She just knew he would eventually. He was the sort of man who.. "grazed" so to speak. He didn't stay in the same bed with a woman for long. What if she had just blown it all to hell now too? What if he would grow tired of her sooner because she gave in to him the night before. It worried her that Henry tired of women so easily. She did not wish to only be another notch in his bed post. She was going to be his wife. She was trying to be the woman her mother would want her to be and make the best of this entire thing, but it was so difficult with a man like Henry.
She was snapped out of the rather depressing thoughts when she heard him say something about needing to eat. She smirked lightly, watching as he picked up a plate and brought it to his face. She almost couldn't resist the laugh she felt bubble up in her throat, but she forced it back as she picked up her fork and cut into Henry's pancakes before offering the forkful to him gently. "I'm not the only one who needs to eat, Your Highness."
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