Post by Mickey on Oct 29, 2009 15:01:02 GMT -5
((I am so sorry if this seemed rush but really-- I want them out of the bar and into the--! Ahem well. I was typing it up thinking we should move this pairing along >D and I didn't want a couple posts just them glopping on the floor lol, even though that could be massive funs, but anyways--- when I was finishing it (as you'll see) my roommate came in and so I did rush to an ending <<; I lost all train of thought because of her >_< UGH well anyways. I'll try to be on MSN tonight, let's talk, and get them to her place *_* Or not (: It's up to you~))
His stillness did not shock the girl; actually it only confirmed her control over him. Her previous words lingered her mind more than words normally would for her, and so she took the time to collect her thoughts. Was it right for her to press forward as abruptly as she did? Or should she call it a tie and dub Faolan a worthy opponent but not a winner, yet not a loser, just an equal competitor in their little game? Well, of course Michelle was the type of person to just act on whim and so naturally her collected thoughts made no difference to her future actions, but it was good to at least consider the options. Plus, it was the tinier details that could mean all the more significance—especially in this little game.
While she remained lodged beneath Feng, her emerald hues fixated upon his rusty eyes. Those eyes that held the gate to his soul, however dim his soul may be they would flicker a hint of emotion time to time that would amuse Michelle more than anything. She witnessed a few flickers of expressions cross Feng’s eyes before, but the next quick hint widened her already dangerous smirk even more. Michelle couldn’t help but to laugh lowly, seductively as she slowly blinked her eyes. It was ironic how the predator was underneath her prey. This game they played held no commitment in the sense of a relationship between a man and woman, there was no feeling they shared—or so she thought. No matter how cold hearted of a bitch Michelle appeared to be—or tried hard to be—she could not help her sex. She was, and forever will be, female, and she held the attraction for males. Her pride was a firewall for many hormones that attempted desperately to slip through, but with Feng’s next action, the wall slowly began to dwindle out. She couldn’t hide her lust more than any other pre-adult could, and she had the feeling Feng was the same way, and he only proved it later.
When Mickey felt Faolan’s form thrust against hers, she realized then and there how compromisingly close they were. She couldn’t remember how many realizations she had hit that evening, but this realization didn’t cause her to frown or feel uncomfortable, but only reflex her body into his. If bones could touch, they’d be grinding. The message was received. Michelle wasn’t one to believe there to be a lover for everyone, but the way her pelvis matched his so perfectly, forbidden thoughts crossed her mind. It was then she laughed low once again (like before) and this time peered at Feng with deep green orbs that held a hidden feeling, her lips trembled the first time that night. “I can handle anything you throw at me…” She fervently murmured.
And as if on cue Feng’s hot breath engulfed her lips and they locked air ways. Michelle answered slowly at first, her lips pressing and parting from Feng’s as she maneuvered herself beneath him and gathered her hand so she could lace her fingers through his disheveled silver hair. Then she fought back. If there was a term for mad kissing like angry sex then they definitely were victims of the disease. She gripped his hair roughly as she slipped her other hand from whatever grasp it was in, she couldn’t remember at the moment and truth be told their bodies were so morphed together that she couldn’t even feel it between them. Michelle quickly latched her other hand on his back and dug her fingers into his clothing, pushing them closer than ever. The petit ranger arched her back, her chest pressed into his. Her teeth clashed with his and her tongue lapped his lips and mouth with temptation.
The world around them melted into the background, even if the “fight” between them was not out of a romantic movie scene. Michelle could pick up whistles and a series of murmurs but all she could even think about right now was how attracted she was to Feng. Her pride fought hard against those hormones, but they in the end prevailed. The girl trailed herself along his jaw line and kissed patches of his skin until she reached the crook of his ear and neck there she latched herself on and began to suck and nip. When her tongue ran across the new mark, she grinned madly and crashed their lips once more before she used her tiny hands to press against his massive shoulders and separated them momentarily.
“I don’t know…” Mickey inhaled, her lips moved against his, “What the hell has gotten over you…” Her voice was breathless, “But… She kissed the corner of his lips, “I like it.”
“However,” Now Mickey separated them a good inch length, “I have you in my trap,” And with those words she slid the hand that gripped his hair to his belt line and slipped two long fingers inside his pants, “And I declare myself winner.” She giggled dangerously and pulled herself completely away; collapsing to the floor beneath him there she used his body to slip herself from underneath him.
It killed her lust to pull away so suddenly but the lights had flashed on signalizing closing hours throughout the Pits. They had been there for a good while, and really… Michelle just wanted a more comfortable position and not on the floor. She could do what she wanted on the floor, but if anything were to happen between the two—anything more than just a passionate make out session—she’d want it to be just them two, anywhere, and her on top.
The girl stood and ran a hand through her hair, “Looks like it’s time for us to go… closing hours, you know.” Michelle smirked, she couldn’t form any other lip expressions, she was just too satisfied at what had just happen she couldn’t frown or scowl or anything.
“Looks like I’ll have to be heading back to the headquarters since you ruined my pants and I need to get new ones…” Mickey left her statement open to interpretation, but she spoke the truth about how she needed new pants, she was catching a draft and her legs were getting cold—especially since they just broke away from their body Tetris game. “See you around..?” The girl bit her lip.
His stillness did not shock the girl; actually it only confirmed her control over him. Her previous words lingered her mind more than words normally would for her, and so she took the time to collect her thoughts. Was it right for her to press forward as abruptly as she did? Or should she call it a tie and dub Faolan a worthy opponent but not a winner, yet not a loser, just an equal competitor in their little game? Well, of course Michelle was the type of person to just act on whim and so naturally her collected thoughts made no difference to her future actions, but it was good to at least consider the options. Plus, it was the tinier details that could mean all the more significance—especially in this little game.
While she remained lodged beneath Feng, her emerald hues fixated upon his rusty eyes. Those eyes that held the gate to his soul, however dim his soul may be they would flicker a hint of emotion time to time that would amuse Michelle more than anything. She witnessed a few flickers of expressions cross Feng’s eyes before, but the next quick hint widened her already dangerous smirk even more. Michelle couldn’t help but to laugh lowly, seductively as she slowly blinked her eyes. It was ironic how the predator was underneath her prey. This game they played held no commitment in the sense of a relationship between a man and woman, there was no feeling they shared—or so she thought. No matter how cold hearted of a bitch Michelle appeared to be—or tried hard to be—she could not help her sex. She was, and forever will be, female, and she held the attraction for males. Her pride was a firewall for many hormones that attempted desperately to slip through, but with Feng’s next action, the wall slowly began to dwindle out. She couldn’t hide her lust more than any other pre-adult could, and she had the feeling Feng was the same way, and he only proved it later.
When Mickey felt Faolan’s form thrust against hers, she realized then and there how compromisingly close they were. She couldn’t remember how many realizations she had hit that evening, but this realization didn’t cause her to frown or feel uncomfortable, but only reflex her body into his. If bones could touch, they’d be grinding. The message was received. Michelle wasn’t one to believe there to be a lover for everyone, but the way her pelvis matched his so perfectly, forbidden thoughts crossed her mind. It was then she laughed low once again (like before) and this time peered at Feng with deep green orbs that held a hidden feeling, her lips trembled the first time that night. “I can handle anything you throw at me…” She fervently murmured.
And as if on cue Feng’s hot breath engulfed her lips and they locked air ways. Michelle answered slowly at first, her lips pressing and parting from Feng’s as she maneuvered herself beneath him and gathered her hand so she could lace her fingers through his disheveled silver hair. Then she fought back. If there was a term for mad kissing like angry sex then they definitely were victims of the disease. She gripped his hair roughly as she slipped her other hand from whatever grasp it was in, she couldn’t remember at the moment and truth be told their bodies were so morphed together that she couldn’t even feel it between them. Michelle quickly latched her other hand on his back and dug her fingers into his clothing, pushing them closer than ever. The petit ranger arched her back, her chest pressed into his. Her teeth clashed with his and her tongue lapped his lips and mouth with temptation.
The world around them melted into the background, even if the “fight” between them was not out of a romantic movie scene. Michelle could pick up whistles and a series of murmurs but all she could even think about right now was how attracted she was to Feng. Her pride fought hard against those hormones, but they in the end prevailed. The girl trailed herself along his jaw line and kissed patches of his skin until she reached the crook of his ear and neck there she latched herself on and began to suck and nip. When her tongue ran across the new mark, she grinned madly and crashed their lips once more before she used her tiny hands to press against his massive shoulders and separated them momentarily.
“I don’t know…” Mickey inhaled, her lips moved against his, “What the hell has gotten over you…” Her voice was breathless, “But… She kissed the corner of his lips, “I like it.”
“However,” Now Mickey separated them a good inch length, “I have you in my trap,” And with those words she slid the hand that gripped his hair to his belt line and slipped two long fingers inside his pants, “And I declare myself winner.” She giggled dangerously and pulled herself completely away; collapsing to the floor beneath him there she used his body to slip herself from underneath him.
It killed her lust to pull away so suddenly but the lights had flashed on signalizing closing hours throughout the Pits. They had been there for a good while, and really… Michelle just wanted a more comfortable position and not on the floor. She could do what she wanted on the floor, but if anything were to happen between the two—anything more than just a passionate make out session—she’d want it to be just them two, anywhere, and her on top.
The girl stood and ran a hand through her hair, “Looks like it’s time for us to go… closing hours, you know.” Michelle smirked, she couldn’t form any other lip expressions, she was just too satisfied at what had just happen she couldn’t frown or scowl or anything.
“Looks like I’ll have to be heading back to the headquarters since you ruined my pants and I need to get new ones…” Mickey left her statement open to interpretation, but she spoke the truth about how she needed new pants, she was catching a draft and her legs were getting cold—especially since they just broke away from their body Tetris game. “See you around..?” The girl bit her lip.