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

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((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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He grinned. "Romantic, you are. But that sounds like something I could do, yeah..." You know. If she insisted. He tasted her lips again, pulling at the full bottom lip with his teeth, and gently parted her legs. His breathing was heavy now, and her hands on him forced a small shudder along his spine. God he loved her. The very idea that she loved him more was just preposterous. She wouldn't be able to do anything else but sit in a chair and love him intensely all day long if that were the case.

Brice kissed her, and carefully inched his way inside her, torturously slow. His hand went to lie against her breast, delicately pinching and rubbing her nipple between his fingers. He would not stop kissing her. He was pretty sure that would be physically impossible. Despite of her request that he'd stop talking he couldn't help but whisper her name, privately in her ear, like a prayer.

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We won't go into 'who loves who more' contests right now, because that would be tacky, and they have a whole lot of capacity for love. They're angels. That's what they do. Mel lightly rakes her nails down his back, no doubt leaving grazes. It's something she did with shock the first time they had sex, because it hurt; then she found out later a bit of pain made the pleasure more intense for them both.

The second he says her name, Mel relaxes her body. Not that it was horribly tense before, but just for a second she enjoys the sensation of being full and wanted and safe and loved before she lets her passion take over. She arches her back up, undulating her hips, tightening and relaxing muscles that tend to be in good shape when you're eighteen.

Mel rests the cold pearl at the back of his neck and bites her lip when he starts to play with her breasts. 'Ever so romantic. Technically, I'm still wearing clothes--' she wriggles the finger with the ring on it--'Because it came from you. That's devotion.'

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It stung a bit when she dug her nails into his back, but it was definitely a pain he could live through and even welcome. He stroke a hand down her side and grabbed her thigh, pulling up her leg slightly to be able to get in deeper. And he let out a low throaty moan of approval as he tried to remember to not be in a hurry and take his time. It wasn't easy. It was around this time he usually had to start thinking about glaciers and others such very cold things.

Soon he had to pick up the pace because otherwise he was going to explode and that would severely ruin the mood.

"Now who's talking too much," he teased, slightly out of breath, and grasped her leg tighter. Maybe that would leave a bruise.

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Mel puts a finger to her lips, shaped nail jutting out a little over her fingertip. Not her, she's far too innocent. Yes, the girl lying on her back, legs wrapped around her boyfriend as if in some sort of vice. Oooh, double meaning.

She rolls her hip to help him along, feeling like she's on the crest of a wave that will take him, too, but only if he keeps doing this, adding some more intensity. 'Not doing anything,' she whispers, and then she has to shut up because she'd start gasping his name, which would just be embarrassing.

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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.