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Post by malfoy on Feb 5, 2008 19:16:38 GMT -5
One word it was, and she had made her choice before he could show any kind of reaction. She was bloody flexible though as she lifted a leg to hook her panties. Abraxas would have thought that physically impossible, almost, given that she was pressed with her back to a bookcase, and short of kneeing him in the groin, lifting her leg was a tad difficult. But she managed and his decision was also made.
Callidoras kisses to his jaw and throat were incredibley intense, but as he felt her suck slightly on his skin he pulled away from it. He would be marked by no woman, unless he chose to be, and this situation wasn't one he cared to walk away from with a bruised neck. She wasn't a vampire and he didn't need to look like he associated with that kind. Her kind though, maybe as he categorised her personally in the 'attractive, sensuous, flirtatous... dangerous'. And Mal, he loved that category as much as he could love anything. So long as 'relationship' or 'commitment' didn't come into it, he was fine.
Seeing the hunger in her eyes, Mal changed his mind again and sighed slightly to himself. She was bra-less, pantie-less and all he had to do was simply satisfy both his own and her desires. It wasn't too difficult, but she looked a tad crazy and that creeped him out a little. "Cool it..." He breathed and slid his hands over her now very accessible skin. "Not like you're in a hurry, is it?" Mal smirked faintly to himself, it turning out as a grin toward Callidora.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 5, 2008 20:01:32 GMT -5
Callidora had to collect herself as her desire and want for him over took her senses. It happened, occasionally but only with him. No other wizard had such an effect on Callidora and that was definately a good think. If anyone else was able to do the things that Abraxas did to her, fill her with the desire he filled her with, she would be a slutty little witch.
Having collected herself she moved a hand to run her nail along his jaw line. It was a light touch. It would only tickle a bit, not mark him. Her eyes had returned from half crazed to lustful, the look that only he brought out in her. She watched his every move intently.
"In a hurry to finish? Not at all. She said. "In a hurry to start? You know paintence is not my strong suit." She said, finding foreplay and teasing to be torture when it came to Abraxas Malfoy. She ran her finger along the edge of his hairline, having slowed her movements from the frantic ones they had been only moments before.
She still had one arm wrapped about his back, pressing to the warmth of his skin while the other played in the shorter hairs on his neck. At least there, they would not be messed up. She leaned back against the wall completely, looking at Abraxas. She took in everything about him, admiring his perfections as well as his imperfections. She smiled before moving into his lips once more.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 6, 2008 18:51:08 GMT -5
Biting his lip as if he hadn't thought about that, and wearing an innocent expression in his eyes, Abraxas felt a flash of mischief surge through him. "Hurry to start?" He questioned, as if he was oblivious.
Slipping one his hands around her hips, he easily unfastened his own trousers just as her lips met his own. His other hand moved around to be able to pull her entirely against him, just about managing to finish his task before lust bubbled completely through his system. Raising his unoccupied hand to knead one of her breasts, Abraxas begged entrance to her mouth with his tongue.
She was entirely what he had been missing, for reasons aside from their current 'engagement'. Callidora was an intelligent flirt, and though he did not outwardly treat her a lot differently, as he had a game to play as much as she did, Mal actually respected her a lot. A lot more than a heckuva lot of the others.
She was intense and exciting, and their time together was often short, so in truth, he understood a little of her impatience. It simply was harder to rush things when they were so enjoyable. That was why he didn't mind taking things slower - even though it meant more risk. More risk was more thrilling anyway.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 6, 2008 20:03:18 GMT -5
Callidora found her lower body pressed against his groin and could not help but allow a sound to arise from her throat which was followed quickly by another one as soon as he touched her breast. Her hands moved to her lower back and she moved into him with her hips. They had already been touching each other but she put a little more pressure between their hips, her desire continuing to grow.
She parted her lips, playing with his tongue by using not only her own tonuge but her teeth and lips too. She caressed his tonuge with a slight touch, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth and the feel of him against her body. It was out right blissful.
Her hands kneaded his back for laying flat and squeezing his hips lightly, pulling the skin around them tight. It was her way of telling him that he was leading. If he wanted something from her, he need not ask, just inform her of what he wanted. She would give it to him. Whatever he wanted, he just needed to give sign of it to her.
Taking one leg, she lifted it hip high and wrapped it around him, forcing his to support a bit more of her weight and pushing herself tighter against the unbuttoned pants. She then ran her leg up and down lightly, loving the feel of everything about him.
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