Closed RP: Hey, it's not the 29th of February...or, why folk traditions can get stuffed

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

((Sex abounds (FINALLY). You have been warned.))

Here's the thing about boys. The ones that act tough, macho, and cool generally are--until you take something away from them that they really wanted. Then they turn into Byron, but only keeping bears in their lodgings for warmth and smoking opium in extreme situations.

On a scale of Byronic 1-10, Mel estimates Brice is a 5 or so. He might not have slept. If he has, he cried into the pillow, or destroyed a piece of furniture before he did. Maybe he got drunk. He tends to forget how he died when he really wants a drink.

Unsure if she's facing a hangover, a case of sleep deprivation, tears or splinters, Mel walks into their room silently. Her own ring is burning a hole in her jeans pocket--it's like it shines brightly, even through the box. She tells herself not to worry, she'll be fine, and hey, at least nothing's broken, ripped, or puked on...

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Innocent, yes... Therein lay a lot of her appeal. That she could switch back and forth from the picture of eyelash-fluttering innocence to asking for the chains and whips within a second, that was completely great in a girlfriend, according to Brice. He had a mildly sarky comeback on the tip of his tongue, but at that moment he forgot about it, because she moved just right and made him bite his lip to not shout out loud. And every single thing apart from this, continuing this, became utterly insignificant. The world consisted of where they were touching, nothing else, and he kissed her hungrily as words became uninteresting sidetracks.

His body tensed on that sweet peak of pleasure and his mind happily went shooting off into space, before he came back down and found himself panting on top of her, a beautiful naked girl who wore his ring on her finger and had just now promised (as good as promised anyway) to love him forever. And that? Was pretty freaking awesome. He smiled at her, slightly dazed and sated, and happy in a way he hadn't been in a very long time.

"Hey," he said, and leaned in to kiss her on the nose.

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Don't stop now. Mel's face is heavy in concentration, searching for her own end. Brice pays attention to her needs--which is very nice in a boyfriend--but he always, always finishes first. So, just a little bit longer...

His kissing requires attention. Mel devotes some to it, but it's definitely not as intense as it was; she's focusing somewhere else, moving her thighs, stretching out so nothing unpleasant can deviate from giving her what she wants. She tips her head back, exposes her neck, polishes the pearl on the smooth skin of his back, smiles, sighs. And then she whispers his name, of course, holding him closely.

Of course.