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Post by henry on Jun 21, 2011 8:03:53 GMT -6
Henry tried his best to ignore the embodiment of temptation who was currently residing on his lap, but it was hard. Impossible, really, but he could pretend. “I’m going to hold you to that, believe me.” He wanted to toss her on the table and ravish her for breakfast instead of the pancakes and bacon, but he didn’t. Perhaps for dessert. His stomach gave a loud rumble as if to emphasize that sentiment as she picked up the fork and cut into the pancakes. She surprised him by offering the fork to him. He was unaccustomed to people feeding him, but he didn’t see the harm in indulging her. She already had his heart. Whatever else she wanted was already hers on principle. Letting her have her way and feed him was a small thing by comparison. Feeling only slightly foolish, he opened his mouth and accepted the bite of pancake.
That first bite made him realize how hungry he was as he chewed. He hadn’t realized he was starving until it was in his mouth. It only made it slightly easier to put his passions aside for the time being. Still, he hadn’t noticed until that moment that he was fiddling with the clasp on Elina’s top—if it could be considered a top. There were more pieces to that thing than he’d originally thought. He brushed a kiss over her shoulder, completely torn between her and food. Reaching over, he grabbed another piece of bacon and dragged it through the syrup before offering it to her. If it dripped, well then he’d just have to clean it up later… when they had eaten and were working it off. That prospect sounded better and better as he ate more. He brushed soft kisses on Elina’s skin between bites, trying to compare the taste and determine which he liked better. That was another impossible task. Any other time, Elina would win, but he was hungry and bacon was probably one of his favorite foods.
Henry trailed his fingers up and down her spine as they ate, unable to focus on the food completely. He could get used to this. He’d never really been in a relationship before; only long enough to learn what a woman liked to seduce her into bed. How sad was that? He was a century and a half old, and this was his first real relationship. It sounded a little pathetic, even in his head. Even so, he was learning how to behave. Normally, when he pissed a woman off, he’d just go find another one. Obviously, he couldn’t do that to Elina, nor would he. He didn’t want to see her angry or sad or hurt or frustrated for any reason, but especially because of him. His guilt over Adrienne gave a painful twitch, but he forced it down. Better to just ignore it. If he didn’t acknowledge it, then it never happened. Water under the bridge. Past history, never to be repeated.
Henry mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Here he was... yet again ignoring something in the hopes that the problem would just vanish. He was perfectly aware that he did it, but it was easier to cope with things this way. Trying to banish those thoughts, he watched Elina eat with a slight fascination, wishing she was using that gorgeous mouth of hers elsewhere. The tactic effectively diverted his attention and most of his blood flow. Food first. Food first. The mantra repeated itself through Henry’s mind as passion waited at the gates, ready to devour him. Food versus Elina. Well, the edge was off of his hunger at least. He pressed kisses along Elina’s upper arm, trailing them ever closer to her neck. No, no, no... she needed to eat. They both did, and he struggled not to whimper. Why did she have to put that outfit on? “You’re going to be the death of me, El.” At least it would be a happy death.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 21, 2011 23:07:59 GMT -6
She grinned at him knowingly. "I had no doubt about that." She shivered under his hand as she felt his fingers brush along the clasp of her bra. She couldn't control it. If she could have she would have, but she couldn't control herself. She was starting to slip up because of him. She looked from him to the syrup soaked piece of bacon before happily obliging him. Some of the syrup dripped onto the skin of her collar bone, but she was too enthralled with Henry to notice such things. She allowed her lips to brush against his fingers and flicked her tongue out, licking up some stray syrup that had dribbled from the bacon to his finger. Those eyes of hers met his as she licked her lips before chewing on the bacon and swallowing. She loved bacon, but she never thought it could turn into something sexy... Until now.
She tensed a little as she felt him ... rise to the occasion so to speak. She could feel that bulge rise against the back of her thigh. She looked to him, meeting his gaze briefly before she looked back to the food and took a bite of the pancakes, chewing slowly to try and keep herself from jumping him. He was obviously ready and willing for her. It only drove her even more wild. To the point where she had to clench her teeth. She let out a soft coo of delight at the brush of his lips over her skin. Did he have any idea how much more trouble that gave her? It was as if he knew he was slowly taking away the control she had managed to steel in order to eat in what little clothing she could in his lap.
Elina met his gaze when he said she would be the death of him. Did he have any idea how much she shared that sentiment about him? Obviously not. In that instant, something in her snapped. She swiftly took the plate in his hand from him and set it down before she turned back to him and took his lips against hers, letting out a very animalistic growl as her hand ran along his chest, nails lightly scraping along his skin softly. She couldn't control herself any longer. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to take her right there on the food as if there was no other second for them to live if they didn't make love. "Henry... please don't make me wait any longer." The words were murmured ever so softly against his lips as she pressed close to him, wanting to devour his lips as she straddled his lap.
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Post by henry on Jun 22, 2011 0:29:03 GMT -6
Henry’s muscles were starting to tense and twitch with the force of holding himself back. He watched a drop of syrup land on Elina’s collarbone and he wanted to attach himself to that spot for the next few minutes or so. He didn’t though, knowing that his self control was hanging by a thread. He wanted her even more than he had before if that was possible. Probably because he knew that this time he could have her. It only made him more impatient. His eye actually twitched when she ran her lips over the tip of his finger and he tried to hold back a groan. His heart was racing once again, making his skin hyper sensitive. Elina wasn’t helping in the least. She reacted to his every touch, whether it was with a sound or a shiver, and it drove him crazy.
She looked him in the eye, and that was all it took. He could see her desire there in her eyes, and it burned him. It was hard to imagine that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but apparently she did which just made him burn hotter. Luna, she really was going to kill him. He’d been joking before, but now he wasn’t so sure. She took the plate from him and set it aside which confused him, but only for a split second. That was all the time she needed to press her lips to his with a growl, raking her nails down his bare chest. Henry sucked in a breath at the heady combination of pleasure and pain. His entire body was throbbing and he felt himself lose control. He could tell Elina’s control was already gone and it drove him on. His mouth devoured hers and he let out a moan of pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her.
Softly, she whispered against his lips, begging him not to make her wait. “I’d never dream of it.” That’s when his control snapped. He tried to be gentle, but it was hard to compete with the desire raging through his system. It felt like he had to have her more than his next breath. He needed her. And he needed her now. Heedless of the food, he held onto her as he stood up, supporting her weight entirely as she clung to him. His lips never broke contact with hers as he pushed plates and silverware aside, clearing a place on the countertop. He sat her down there before finally pulling back slightly and looking down at her lingerie. “Don’t hate me if I ruin this.” With that warning, he dug into some random laces with haste, only half watching what he was doing and kissing her everywhere he could get to. His body was on fire, and he needed her to quench that fire. What was with these damn laces?! Considering that he’d half apologized in advance, he gave up and snapped the satin ribbon that laced up the front of the bodice.
His lips went to her collarbone, finally licking up the syrup that had landed there and he growled low in his throat, pressing himself against her. Less clothes. They needed less clothes. He tugged and pulled, kicked and ripped, fought and clawed his way free of the cloth. “If you ever wear anything that complicated again, I’ll make you wait.” With another groan that sounded more like a whimper, he laid her back across the table. He could definitely get used to this love thing.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 23, 2011 1:09:56 GMT -6
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Elina's eyes fluttered open as she shifted, feeling a heavy weight on top of her. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before she looked to the source of said weight and smirked a little. Henry was laid out on top of her, his face gently nuzzled into one breast while his hand laid over the other in a possessive manner. She certainly wouldn't complain about this fact because it felt so good. His skin touching hers. His hand brushing over her breast. His lips pressing kisses over her other. Her hand softly clutched in his other hand and her free hand laying over he head. His heart beating against her abdomen. It was all so delightful to feel. So sexy and yet so tender and gentle. She looked around at their surroundings for a moment, trying to remember how they got to the floor. Instead of really thinking that through though, she laid her head back down and closed her eyes, stroking her fingers along his spine and down his back slowly.
She quickly realized either her hand or his back were sticky, and she lifted her hand away and looked to it then to his back, which had remnants of the syrup she hadn't licked off him there. She choked back a chuckle, not wanting to disturb his sleep. Luna knew she couldn't see how he had such stamina with so little rest. They certainly didn't get much rest last night, and she only got a few hours while he went out this morning. It was a wonder they hadn't died of exhaustion yet. She glanced to a swatch of fabric that was ripped and torn from her lingerie. A pity. She had really liked that lingerie. She supposed she would have to find something similar to it, although with the threat he gave her about complicated lingerie, she wasn't as tempted to wear it. She enjoyed tormenting him with it, but she wasn't sure she was willing to wait for him. She knew he would torment her to the point past begging and pleading for him to give her what she wanted. He would utterly destroy her in that way.
She closed her eyes once more, listening to him. She would have watched him sleep, but it was a little difficult to do so at the moment given their position. She very carefully lifted herself up onto her elbows and stroked her non-sticky hand over his head gently. "Henry." She murmured his name softly, gently stroking his cheek. "Wake-up sleepy head. You and I both need a shower." She said gently, not wanting to wake him roughly. They did both need a shower though. She could feel several places on her own body where it was sticky with dried syrup. It had certainly been sexy and fun to lick up what they could though. She grinned softly at the memories, stroking her hand over the crown of his head softly. She shivered at the very thought of his tongues and lips brushing against her skin. She needed to stop though. She was getting herself riled up at the very thought and she knew for a fact that she did not have the stamina for round three quite yet.
She needed a bath. As much as she enjoyed him lapping up the syrup from her skin, it was sticky, and sticky was not a feeling she wanted to feel all over her right at the moment.
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Post by henry on Jun 23, 2011 23:55:57 GMT -6
Henry was in that beautiful place that existed between the world of dreams and the waking world, not really asleep, but not aware of his surroundings either. He knew that he was comfortable and content. That was the extent of his awareness. Reality slowly started coming back to him when something warm jiggled under him a little. It wasn't startling and so he drifted back into his half-slumber, happy to be wherever it is he was. "Henry." Gentle fingers along his cheek brought him closer to the waking world once again and he started to remember. "Wake-up sleepy head. You and I both need a shower." But he didn't want to move. He was deliriously happy where he was, especially once he realized he had a very naked Elina under him.
Thought and consciousness crashed back around him and he let out a happy groan, still not moving. He wanted to stay right there with the love of his life running her fingers along his skin. His own fingers twitched before making their way over her skin. He still hadn't opened his eyes yet. He didn't want to see the disaster area he knew they'd created. The simple fact that they were on the floor was just a reminder. He smiled at the memory, thinking that he'd never be able to look at pancakes the same way again. That's when he realized he was sticky. It seemed that there were quite a few spots they'd missed, but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Henry sighed and finally cracked open an eye. Dear Luna. It was a mess. A happy mess, but a mess just the same. His maids were not going to be happy with him at all. His view of the carnage was improved by the large breast in front of his nose, though. He cracked a grin and struggled not to laugh. Here he was, covered in syrup, naked, and on the floor staring at Elina's boob with a trashed kitchen behind him. Exhaustion was making him a little frayed around the edges and he could feel hysterical laughter bubbling up which he tried to suppress. He pressed a kiss between her breasts and rolled over onto the floor next to her, ignoring the fact that he'd just rolled onto a pancake. The air was cool against his skin that had previously been warmed by Elina's bodyheat. He closed his eyes again and savored the moment, this time without the panic of realizing he was in love with her. He could deal with that as long as she didn't know about it.
"That... wasn't part of the plan for breakfast..." He still had the silly grin on his face and he couldn't help it. Looking over at Elina, he laughed in genuine happiness. He was a mess. He was exhausted, still hungry, and sore in places he didn't even know he had. Somehow, none of that mattered. He was happier than he could ever remember being. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to curl up with her and sleep for the next few days, but she was right about the shower. "I'm sorry about your outfit. Luckily, you won't need it where we're going." His grin got wider as he slowly got to his feet and held his hands out to help Elina up. Luna, how could he love her so much? It felt like he was going to explode with it. "We're going to get clean, make another try at this eating thing, then I'd like nothing more than to curl up with you in our bed and try to make up for some lost sleep."
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 24, 2011 23:44:09 GMT -6
She didn't quite want to get up, so she was a little disappointed when he rolled off of her. She rolled onto her side to him, gently draping a hand across his hip. She ignored the fact that she felt a pancake stuck to her ass. She groaned softly when she realized that she had a syrup covered pancake smashed against her left buttock. "From now on... when we involve food with sex... let's not use flat stuff. Or syrup." She mumbled as she reached her hand behind her and peeled the pancake off of her skin. She gently laid the pancake aside and laid her cheek on his shoulder , taking stock of the damage they had caused. It wasn't so awful. The maids wouldn't be pleased, but it wasn't so awful. She close her eyes sleepily as her hand laid back over his waist.
A chuckle escaped her lips at his words. She imagined that certainly wasn't what he planned for breakfast, but that's what he got. He couldn't possibly be complaining about it either. The both of them knew just how much he enjoyed the sex, and he obviously enjoyed it more than Elina thought he would because he kept coming back for more so far. She looked up to him for a moment and slowly sat up, propping herself up on her elbow, over him a little. Her fingers softly stroked along his arm in a very innocent manner. She didn't want to get him all riled up again. The two of them did not have the energy for yet another round. She seriously just wanted a shower and to sleep. She didn't even care if were an actual shower. A spit bath would have been just fine. So long as she got all the syrup off of herself.
She looked to the pieces that were still in tact and smirked up at Henry. "You sure didn't sound sorry when you ripped the last of it off." She murmured teasingly as she took his hand. She slowly rose, gripping his hand tightly as he helped her up. She met his gaze for a moment, smirking faintly at the memory of his threat. He had obviously despised all the trouble the lacing caused when he was trying to disrobe her. She smiles faintly at him for a moment and pressed a soft kiss over his cheek. She was a little disappointed that he had ruined her favorite lingerie set, but she could hopefully find a new, replacement set.
She looked to their hands for a moment, stroking her thumb along his knuckles before she looked up to him at the mention of trying this over. She smiled faintly and brought his fingers to his lips, brushing them across his knuckles for a moment. "Why don't we just kill two birds with one stone and eat in bed?" She asked calmly, brushing her nose against the side of his hand gently. She figured they could just have some fruit or something in bed and that way they wouldn't have to worry about going from the dinning room to the bedroom. She was afraid she might very well fall asleep face first in her food if they didn't eat in bed.
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Post by henry on Jun 27, 2011 21:49:54 GMT -6
Henry was still waking up and was tempted to half doze off there on the floor. That urge grew when Elina curled up to him, but he forced himself to stay awake. They'd both thoroughly worn each other out, and the exertion was taking its toll. That didn't mean that he wasn't deliriously happy about that fact, either. His eyes opened a crack and watched as Elina played her fingers against his arm. This was where he was supposed to be, wrecked kitchen and all. "No flat stuff. No syrup. Check." He just hoped she had more of that naughty lingerie, though a bit less complicated. He'd nearly gone insane trying to get past all the laces and clasps. How they did things back in the day when corset's and layered dresses were in style was beyond his comprehension.
Once he'd convinced himself to stand and take a shower before he passed out, Elina looked at what was left of her clothes and smirked up at him. "You sure didn't sound sorry when you ripped the last of it off." Henry had the good grace to blush slightly as she used his hand to pull herself up. "I wasn't very concerned about it then, but I'm sorry now." She stared at him in such a way then that it was nearly his undoing. He closed his eyes again as she gently kissed his cheek as if he was the precious one. It seemed like she didn't even have to try to touch his heart. Sometimes he didn't think she even realized she did it.
He watched her in silent wonder as she kissed the back of his knuckles and against his will, his breath hitched. He could tell that she had no idea what the gesture had meant to him and he chuckled lightly to cover his reaction. In all his years, he'd rarely had anyone show him such tenderness and it touched him profoundly. However, it also caused his fear to return. Love was staring him in the face and he suddenly didn't know if he could handle it. His first instinct was to distance himself somehow, but it was getting harder and harder to do and he knew he couldn't distance himself completely. His walls were crumbling out from under him, and there were less places for him to hide. That didn't keep him from trying, though.
Henry took a shaky step back from Elina, but he didn't let go of her hand. He couldn't. Even though he wanted to distance himself, he had to touch her in some way; to reassure himself that she was there and wasn't going to break his heart at that particular moment. Ignoring the fear that he had previously avoided, he plastered a smile to his face. "I've got some apples, oranges, strawberries, blueberries and maybe some grapes in the bottom drawer. I can't remember if I had those already, but I'd be happy to feed you some." He brought her hand up and kissed her palm before moving into the kitchen and gathering everything up. The fruit would wait while they showered and got themselves a bit less sticky.
Focusing on simple tasks calmed him down a bit as he carried a couple plates of various fruits into the bedroom to set them down on the nightstand. It wasn't until then that he noticed the pancake fall off of his back and land on the floor. He let out a chuckle and ignored it as he moved into the bathroom and beckoned Elina to follow. He could handle a bit more intimacy before full blown panic set in. "Have you ever had anyone wash your hair for you?" Even if she had, he was going to do it again. It wasn't even sexual. He just... he wanted to take care of her. He wanted to show her that he wasn't just here to get into her pants or to take advantage of her. He wanted to show her that he loved her, even if he wouldn't let himself say it. What a situation he was in. Mentally shaking his head at himself, he grabbed a couple towels out of the closet.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 28, 2011 13:57:01 GMT -6
She thought she saw something in his expression change as her lips brushed over his knuckles. She didn't want hie wanted nothing but sex from him. She wanted so much more from him. She wanted the real Henry. The Henry that always hid himself from her behind a wall he had managed to build up over the years. The real Henry David Niall. She had nothing to give him in exchange except for her body and affections, but as long as he was faithful to her and only her she would happily give those to him. Luna help her, she loved him, and that scared her. She loved him with all her heart and soul, and it scared her. She could admit it to herself, but how could she say those three words to him? She would probably only scare him away if she did, ruin all the work she had done so far. She couldn't not tell him though.
A soft shiver escaped her as his lips brushed along her palm tenderly. He returned her affections with his own with such ease. It helped her to feel less like a failure, but then she thought about all the other women. He probably returned all of their affections. But did any of them burn like she did when he touched her. When he just looked at her. She could always feel fire trailing along his touch. She doubted any other woman felt that when he was with them. She watched him as he gathered up a platter full of f fruit. As he turned his back she chuckled a little at the pancakes. She wondered if he realized that they were stuck to his back. He must have rolled over onto some of them when he rolled off of her. She wouldn't doubt it as a matter of fact. She watched in amusement as he gathered the food, pancakes on his back. She reached into the fridge and pulled out some cream fruit dip and set it in the middle of the platter for him.
She followed him into the bedroom, fighting the urge to giggle as she watched the pancaked work their way down his back slowly as he walked. She chuckled softly with him as he finally realized he had pancakes on his back. Brown eyes watched as he set the platters down and they made their way to thye bathroom. She stopped, giving him a quizzical look at his question. Did he really just ask that? No one has ever washed her hair other than her mother when she was a pup. She has always washed her hair since she was about six. Those doe eyes looked him over questioningly. "No. Not since I was a pup." She stated calmly, approaching him slowly. "Why do you ask, Henry?" The words were soft, and there were no teasing or playful intentions behind them. Only curiosity. What did he have planned for their shower? She was fairly certain he had something in mind, but she didn't have the energy for much more sex. Not until they got some sleep. She was amazed she cold even stand up to be totally honest. She just wanted to shower off the food and syrup and lay down.
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Post by henry on Jun 29, 2011 15:30:53 GMT -6
Henry smiled through his fear, fighting the urge to fidget with his hands. He felt like a deer surrounded by wolves the moment it realizes it has nowhere to run. At the same time, it was different. Different because he was in love with his destroyer. Different because she was going to destroy him in a different way. It was a brilliant conflict within himself, to love her more than he thought possible, but to fear the power she had over him. At the same time, something within him was reaching out desperately for that love and affection. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go. He wanted to shake off his past and give in to the salvation she offered. After what he'd put his friends and family through, he didn't think he deserved any of this. He didn't deserve Elina and that was a fact. Yet here she was, showing him affection that he suspected was genuine. It should have been impossible, especially after how hard he'd tried to push her away... and yet here she was.
Still, he couldn't let himself give in to it. He'd spent a long time in emotional agony, knowing that his mother didn't want him. Added to that, he had gone without her comfort for his first full moon, and those difficult ones that followed. He'd been accustomed to being alone and dealing with things on his own. He'd tried to convince himself that he didn't need anyone and that he was perfectly alright being alone. The truth was that was a load of bullshit, and he knew it. His heart ached for the companionship that he'd been ruthlessly denying himself. Only through casual sex did he allow anyone to get close to him... until Elina. He looked over his shoulder at her as he got the towels out. She'd done the impossible and she didn't even know it. It was a good thing she didn't know it, either.
Elina had a confused expression on her face, which caused Henry two different reactions. Part of him was amused and wanted to reassure her that he wasn't going to attack her with more sexual attention. The other part of him was second-guessing himself in his desire to wash her hair. Should he really let himself feel this? He scoffed internally. Like he had a choice. He was head over heels in love with her and there was no changing it. He didn't think the end of the world would change that fact. But, oh, how it made him panic. It was probably irrational, but he wasn't sure enough in that to stop the fear. Stated as simply as possible, he couldn't exist without her. So what happened if she left? His heart kicked up a notch but he ignored it. It took a great deal of work not to show his feelings all over his face. It didn't used to be that difficult. Everything was changing.
He hitched up his smile and tried to will his hands to stop shaking. "If you'll let me, I'm going to wash your hair for you. I just thought it would be nice for you to be able to relax a little and let someone else do the work for a change." It was more than that, of course. Damn him, he wanted to give her everything. He wanted to marry her and do his best to make her happy for the rest of his life. None of that stopped the shaking in his hands. It was too new and too foreign for him to be in love. He laid the towels down on the toilet seat and turned to start the water running. He adjusted until it was comfortably warm, but not scalding. Turning back around, he held his hand out for Elina to take, hoping beyond hope that he could hang on to some semblance of sanity through all of this.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 29, 2011 20:46:33 GMT -6
She watched him for a moment, gathering up towels for them. Her eyes roamed the contours of his backside, enjoying the view for the moment. She took a moment to enjoy the view while his back was to her. It was the first time she actually took time to admire him. He had a nice ass. She noticed how nicely jeans fitted him when he wore them, but she was glad she got to see the full glory of his magnificent ass. Very round and ample. She thought about how she had clutched at it in the kitchen earlier. She grinned faintly and dipped down to pick up the pancakes that fell on the floor. She tossed them into the near by trash can and turned back to Henry.
She tilted her head, studying him curiously as he informed her of what he wanted to do. He just wanted to wash her hair? No one had ever washed her hair with the exception of her mother when she was a pup. He wanted her to relax a little. He wanted to take care of her. She smiled at him warmly, her gaze meeting his. That was incredibly cute. And thoughtful. The last several days he had been increasingly thoughtful. It was a side of Henry she wasn't accustomed to.
She smiled softly and glanced to the shower for a moment before she looked back to him, smiling faintly. "Alright... I'll let you play with my hair." She grinned and gently slipped past him and into the shower, letting out a soft hum as the warm water rushed over her skin. She looked over her shoulder to Henry, smiling faintly. "You remember that first time we ever shared the shower?" She was asking only to tease a little, although she often thought of that day when she was enjoying a warm shower. She still couldn't believe he actually joined her in the shower. She had gotten so unnerved by the fact that he was buck naked and soaking wet just inches away from her. It certainly hadn't been the reaction she'd been counting on when she invited him in.
She had wanted him to take her then and there that day. Right there in the shower, but then she remembered her cause. What she expected of him. Fidelity. It was the one thing that had kept her from letting him have her that day. Her need for him to be his and only his. And now they belonged to each other. She would let him have her in the shower, but not today. Or not right now. They needed to rest a bit. Regain the energy they had pretty much sapped from each other with their love making.
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Post by henry on Jun 30, 2011 19:16:19 GMT -6
Henry very nearly blushed under his tan at the look Elina gave him. She seemed to be pleased by the idea of having her hair washed, but there was something more to her look. It was more knowing than he would have liked. Thankfully she broke eye contact with him and slipped into the shower. He turned and watched the water cascade down her body and he sighed. He was in so much trouble. Once again he thought that she was the perfect trap for him. Well the trap had worked. He was completely and totally addicted to her and it was an addiction he didn't want to break. Most of him didn't, at least. No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the fear that she was going to break his heart.
He moved into the shower behind her and caressed his fingers down her bare shoulder. Before he could stop himself, his mouth followed as his hands trailed to her waist. He was exhausted which meant his guard was down. This also meant he was showing more genuine affection that he would have with a good nights sleep. He just didn't have the energy to hold himself back. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against her shoulder and let the water fall over the both of them. He would have slept right there if his legs wouldn't give out from under him the moment he did. No, they needed to get clean and sleep before one or both of them simply passed out.
Henry groaned and opened his eyes before standing up straight and reaching for her cherry blossom shampoo. He could smell it through the bottle, but opening it just let the scent fill the entire room. It was cold on his palm as he poured some out, but it warmed quickly. He wanted to enjoy his time with her as much as possible before he gave in to the panic he could feel rising within him. So it was with a smile on his face that he began to massage the shampoo into her hair. Leaning down, he whispered to her. "Close your eyes. I'll still be here when you open them." He didn't know what prompted him to say it. Perhaps part of him knew she feared him leaving. Wasn't that the reason she wanted a promise of fidelity from him anyway? It didn't matter anymore. He'd broken that promise already. That didn't mean it would happen again, but the damage was done. Now he had to hope that he never found out about it.
Guilt fought for supremacy as his fingers worked in gentle circles on her scalp. He stamped on it hard, willing it to go away. Of course it didn't. Maybe that was why he was being so affectionate. Maybe he was just looking for a way to make it up to her, even if she didn't know what it was for. No, he would have wanted to take care of her even without that particular incident. He still didn't understand what made Elina so different. He'd been sleeping with women for over a century, but none of them affected him like she did. He was too tired to think about it too hard. At the moment, it was much better to simply accept it for what it was. He was in love and he was going to act like it even if he wouldn't say it.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jun 30, 2011 21:25:32 GMT -6
She let out a soft whimper as his hand then his lips brushed over her bare shoulder. She shivered under his touch as his hands trailed along her bare sides to her hips, where the momentarily settled. Oh how easy it would be for him to just reach around with one of those hands and take her with his fingers. She almost wished he would, but she feared if he did she would be so over exhausted she wouldn't be able to stand, much less finish the shower.
She looked up to him when she heard the groan escape her lips. Perhaps it wasn't such a wise idea to be taking a shower together. He was so irresistible when it came to sex. It was a wonder she hadn't given in to him sooner than this. She watched him thoughtfully as he picked up her shampoo and began to pour some into his hand. She smiled and relaxed much more as the relaxing scent of the shampoo wafted around them slowly. She turned her head back to the shower head and reached to her matching body wash and poured some onto a bath pouf, lathering it in slowly before she started running the soapy pouf over her skin softly.
She shivered when she felt his breath on her ear and cheek. She did as he told her though. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leaned into him a little. A soft little moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers work over her scalp slowly and soothingly. She hadn't missed his words. Maybe he was picking up that she was worried he would run off to some other woman now that she had given herself to him. She didn't want him to pick up on those feelings but sometimes she couldn't help it. Once thing she was never very good at was hiding her real feeling. She took a deep breath, the scents of cherry blossoms and Henry filling her nose. As she released that breath a soft sigh escaped her lips. She was starting to think her body was going to go lax on them if he continued his head massage for too long. "You realize that now I'm going to make you do this on a regular basis, don't you?" She looked over his shoulder a little with a playful grin on her lips.
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Post by henry on Jul 1, 2011 22:21:16 GMT -6
Henry lost himself to sensation and feeling as he massaged shampoo into Elina's hair. His exhaustion combined with everything else, the scents, the water, her, it made him want nothing more than to curl up with her and never let go. Perhaps they could sleep for the next week or two. How had he even landed himself in this situation? Arranged marriages were common in court, but he doubted many of them turned out like this. Granted he wasn't married yet. The thought still gave him chills. He wasn't ready to change. Breathing deeply, he gently nudged Elina's head toward the water, using a hand to support the back of her neck as he rinsed her hair out. "I wouldn't mind it." He didn't want to tell her that he'd wash her hair every day if she asked it of him. He didn't want to admit, even to himself, that he liked to care for her. But, oh, how he did. He wanted to worship her.
While the warm water cascaded over the both of them, fatigue nagged at the back of his mind. It was making his brain think things that he would normally repress. He wanted more than ever to tell her how he felt. At least then the anxiety would be over. A sleepy thought occurred to him that he didn't necessarily have to say it in a language she could understand. Then he could say what he wanted without having to worry about her reaction. He wouldn't have to worry about the power she'd have over him. He could be free with his words without repercussions.
The shampoo was nearly gone from her hair and he wrapped his arms around her, holding on to her with a fair amount of desperation. Was he certain that English was the only language she knew? Was he willing to risk it? To get this off his chest, yes. He kept his voice to a whisper, knowing that she'd be able to hear him over the water. "Tú eres el aire que respiro. Tú eres mi luz. Mi vida. Mi corazón. Mi alma." Then he switched to French just in case. "Je vous aime tellement qu'il est difficile de respirer." Back to Spanish as it poured from him. "Yo no quería estar en el amor. Pero yo soy." And back to French yet again. "Et il me fait peur." He was hoping to confuse her. Even so, he didn't believe it was the language the words were said in, but the intent behind them. Instead of bring him relief, it just made his heart clench. He shouldn't be doing this. Still, he didn't loosen his hold on her. He couldn't. Once again, he wondered how he'd gotten himself into this situation.
Forcing his body to cooperate, he let go of her, only hanging on enough to make sure she didn't fall. Henry forced himself to focus. The whole point of this shower was to get clean, which he hadn't done yet. He reached for his chocolate scented body wash and began to lather himself, trying to avoid any awkward explanations of what he'd said. At the moment, he didn't even want to look Elina in the eye. Regardless of what language he'd used, he shouldn't have said what he did. It was too new and too close to him. Instead of helping, saying it out loud just made it more real and more terrifying. Elina was changing everything. What happened to the Henry who could keep his words to himself? It seemed that particular wall was turning into a mudslide. He just hoped that neither of them got crushed under it.
Tú eres el aire que respiro. Tú eres mi luz. Mi vida. Mi corazón. Mi alma. = You are the air I breathe. You are my light. My life. My heart. My soul. Je vous aime tellement qu'il est difficile de respirer. = I love you so much that it's hard to breathe. Yo no quería estar en el amor. Pero yo soy. = I didn't want to be in love. But I am. Et il me fait peur. = And it scares me.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jul 1, 2011 23:26:49 GMT -6
She let out a soft hum as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. She grinned and laid her head back against his shoulder, enjoying the sensation of his skin against hers, water washing over them steadily. She closed her eyes, listening as he began to speak in another language. Beautiful language. Spanish. Such a romantic language. She wished she could understand what he was saying. She blinked and looked up to him confused when he went to French. She recognized the languages, but she didn't know what he was saying. Just as she was growing used to the French he swapped back to Spanish. She was a little confused at these swaps between language, giving her a sudden headache at even trying to decipher what he was saying. It actually kind of frustrating. She relaxed when he went quiet once more and she just laid her head back and closed her eyes
She pouted a little when he released her. She would have loved to just sit there under the shower with his arms wrapped around her like that all night. With him speaking those beautiful languages, even if she didn't understand them. She was almost tempted to ask him to speak some more in one or both of the languages. She turned to him, watching him for a moment as he lathered his chocolate scented body wash over him before she turned and gently stepped out of the shower. Something was bothering him. She could tell. She doubted he would say whatever it was. Henry wasn't exactly the sort of man to express his feelings. Not that she thought he really had many feelings about her.
She picked up her towel and gently pat dried herself before gently toweling her clean hair. Once it dried well enough she wrapped the towel around herself and went into their bedroom. Their bedroom. It was the first time she had thought of it as their's. She smiled and looked around for a moment before she slipped off the towel and ducked down to pick up Henry's shirt from last night. She slipped it on and climbed into the bed, laying her towel over her pillow so she wouldn't get the pillow all wet and messy. She could have gone to sleep then and there if that delicious tray of fruit were not sitting just feet away. She sat up slowly and reached over, picking up a strawberry and dipping it in the fruit dip before she laid back, bringing the bright red fruit to her lips.
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Post by henry on Jul 3, 2011 18:55:12 GMT -6
As soon as Elina left the shower, Henry thumped his forehead against the tiles and listened to her dry herself over the sounds of the water that beat against his skin. The water's temperature hadn't changed, but it felt cooler in the shower without her presence. He had to get a hold of himself. Loving her didn't mean the end of the world. It was just another emotion, one that he would wrestle under control just as he had others. He just had to figure out how to do that. Fatigue still nagged at the back of his mind, making his body feel heavier than it was. He could deal with all of that later after he'd had some rest. The first thing he needed to do was hang on to his right mind for awhile longer. One step at a time.
Taking a deep breath that did nothing to settle his nerves, Henry shut off the water and left the shower to towel off. A grin started to form at the edges of his lips when he saw that Elina had left him the pink towel. How thoughtful of her. He had half a mind to not dry off at all, and to go in there and flop on the bed wet, but he knew immediately that she'd make him sleep in the soggy spot he'd create. Grabbing the towel, he dried himself before staring into the mirror, a little shocked at the face that stared back. He looked tired, that was for sure, but there was something else that unnerved him. It was his eyes. There was something there that hadn't been there before, and if he didn't know himself quite so well, he probably wouldn't have noticed it. Vulnerability. "What are you doing, Henry?" Shaking his head, he turned away. He had been going to shave, but he didn't want to stare at himself that long.
He simply shrugged when he realized that he hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom with him and he threw the towel in the hamper by the door. He and Elina were the only ones in the suite, so clothes really didn't matter too much. Leaving the bathroom behind, he strode into the bedroom while trying to decide if he wanted to bother with clothes at all. He was three steps in before he looked up and saw her. His mouth went dry at the sight of her in his shirt. There's no way she could have known that that was probably his biggest turn on. There was just something about a woman wearing a man's shirt that brought him to his knees. For a long moment, he just stood there watching her lips wrap around a strawberry.
The fear retreated a bit as a wave of possessiveness washed over him. Elina was his. There in his shirt, in his bed, eating his food, their scents so closely entwined after their lovemaking that he could hardly tell one from the other. His heart was laid open in the palm of her hand, and it always would be for as long as he lived. They belonged to each other and with each other. The realization hit him like a sack of bricks, but it also brought moisture back into his mouth. Slowly, he moved across the room and slid into the bed beside her. He was not going to make love to her again. Telling himself that didn't help. He closed his eyes and shook his head with a soft laugh. They'd had sex a total of four times in less than twenty four hours. Yet he still wanted her. There had to be something wrong with him. He was tired, his guard was down, and he was in bed with the woman he loved who just happened to be wearing his shirt. Perfect trap indeed. Reaching over, he picked up a few grapes and popped one in his mouth as he stared at her.
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