forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I sat still, panting as Juliet held my face in her hands. I closed my eyes when I felt her thumb graze my cheek, my heated cheeks growing darker in color.

Warm puffs of my breath parted my lips and mingled with the night air, and though it was crisp out, I felt more than warm enough in Romeo’s embrace. I leaned forward to kiss a freckle on his cheek, tapping it after I pulled away once more. “Your freckles..” I murmured, “They’re cute..”

“Is it your goal to make my face permanently red?” I nuzzled my face into her neck to hide it, inhaling her scent. “You smell like roses.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, practically melting at his touch. “I—Yeah, that’s my goal. Still tormenting you, just in a different way….” My arms slipped over his shoulders, tightening their grip on him. “A very different way…”

“I’m suffering. You should do this more often.” I pressed a light kiss to her neck. I allowed myself to relax as her grip tightened, snuggling close to her

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, pressing myself flat against him, my hair tumbling over both our shoulders. “Gladly,” I breathed, silently inviting him to kiss the spot again.

I leaned in, kissing her neck again. “You’re… you’re amazing, you know that? You’re beautiful and smart and well, amazing.” I murmured, enjoying the closeness of her skin.

Afraid that I was crushing him, I tried to loosen up, but each kiss pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m really not…” I whispered, “I think you just have low standards…”

“Have you met me?” I laughed quietly. “I have ridiculously high standards. You can ask just about anyone.” I nuzzled her again.

I pressed closer, pushing my neck up against his mouth, shamelessly craving his expert touch. “Where did you learn to kiss like that…?”

“Sneaking around to avoid my parents during middle school.” I kissed her neck again, stroking her hair.

At that moment, I was so spellbound, so entangled in his net, that I would have gone along with whatever he told me to do. “Nice…”

“Kiss me again?” I raised my head, smiling softly at her. The way Juliet looked at me made me feel warm and safe. It was strange, especially after all we’d been through. The pain, the suffering, all subsiding.

“Of course,” I responded, “How could I possibly refuse?” Settling my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him back gently against the balcony railing, tilting my head as to better access his lips. Our noses bumped a little, which prompted a tiny laugh to leave me before I clasped our mouths together.

I smiled into the kiss, giving Juliet more control this time. “I love you so much.” I whispered, supporting myself against the railing.

I pulled back until the tops of our noses were touching. “I’m not sure if I love you yet,” I whispered, feeling the overpowering need to be honest with him, “But I definitely like you. And I’m trying to learn how to love.”

With that, I was pinning him against the metal bars once more, crushing my mouth against his.

I didn’t get the chance to respond, overwhelmed by Juliet’s kiss. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close again. “This is the best night of my life.” I breathe into the kiss, softly biting Juliet’a lip.

I responded by deepening the kiss, adrenaline flooding me. But rather than quench my spark, it strengthened it, fed it, provided me with an addictive sense of ecstasy.

I didn’t realize I hadn’t moaned until the sound escaped my lips. I quickly pulled away from Juliet in embarrassment, slapping a hand over my mouth.

(I feel you there, lol)

I flushed pink, the sound reverberating through me, but when I felt Romeo lean away from me, I was spurred into action. Pulling his hand away from his mouth, I leaned back in to reconnect our lips, blood roaring in my ears.

One moment I was hiding my face and the next Juliet was on top of me again, pinning me back against the railing. I cupped her cheek with my hand, attempting to regain some control as I kissed her back passionately.

His lips—they were like a drug, intoxicating me, drawing me deeper down the path of…. love? Was that what this was? Suddenly, I was reminded of a phrase from a song—“When you get drunk I’ll be the wine..”—and I never remembered relating more to a song than that.

I never wanted the sun to rise. Everything, under the cover of darkness, was ours. Dreams within reach, the sky merely a roof, the moonlight casting shadows of uncertainty. Parting my swollen lips, I quoted the only play I had ever fully read through. “Stars, hide your fires…” I pressed my lips to Juliet’s again, growing more needy. “Let not light see my black and deep desires.”