Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170829071901/@comment-25955740-20170829221021

''Oh? An Understatement?'' His eyes alone expressed his attraction or was that pure lust? Had she gone too far? She couldn’t tell. She did know, when Godric was involved, they always had such interesting interactions, interactions she’ll never have with anyone else, as they were too far beyond special to be wasted on what she called ‘ mutty ’ or ‘ murky ’ souls when compared to Godric; standards must’ve been too high, noone could fulfil them, not as if she bothered: Impossible. Wasn’t that a good thing? She didn’t think about it, a curse was a curse and a curse was a blessing too. Gliding over her suit, it wasn’t thin nor was it quite thick, it was simply strong in fabric, but she felt the tickle of his touch as his hands moved to place themselves on her tush, it was hardly an ass; tush being a letter misplaced from cush. So. It was simply to say, her fine ass was more of a cushion. As his hands found themselves there, he was never quite the shy type, but he felt interesting traits and those seemed to change into what.. What this was—Naive and impressionable, that stage seemed to be done for him. She could only wonder what summoned this change upon him. His firm grip to her ass caused a feeling to travel up her spine that, a foreign that felt all too good, something that caused crimson to paint her cheeks, more so, as his words did it in for her too. With time, she learned about attraction between the two of the opposite sex, how things happened and what one could experience—Pressured to her crotch, if she had been younger, she’ll still be naive to it. Blistering, between her legs, somewhere within her crotch, there was this intense feeling and within her chest, there was this chest breaking beat produced by her heart. Gentle confusion. When his hands traveled over her body, she felt like a musical instrument, strings that tickled and played on interesting feelings, sensations that she didn’t want him to stop doing as he pressed her to the wall. She tensed him too much. This was fact now. She thought this. She shied away not. “ Careful. ” She said in a teasing mock, hadn’t she learned yet? The moment his lips pressed against her’s, she reacted simply on physical desire and feed into this desire, with little care for self control—Victim to her foxish ways. Lifting her arms, her hands trailed over his shoulders as her arms wrapped around his neck, gently, but firmly to keep them close. To their kiss, she cared not for the sloppiness of it, it was passion filled and it called to her darker and impure desires, she cared not to that. Meeting his lips with a sense of longing, a possible sense of shakiness, she offered a soft nibble to his lower lip and a mumbled set of words, possibly lost between this interesting exchange of kissing “ I dearly missed you. ”. Adults were funny things, and they have yet to get there. Despite being gone, it seemed nothing had changed, or rather, things have changed between them, but their relationship didn’t strain? Did it? Ah. She worried not about it. She merely wondered how far this was about to go.