forum Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]
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I placed my hands on the mattress on either side of his head on order to steady myself, raising my body up slightly to kiss him back. “You definitely are handsome…” I murmured.

Gray’s POV:

I pulled myself up a little, one of my hand on her back while the other firmly held her face. I didn’t dare let my hand go lower than her back as I kissed her softly.

Although I do have to say this position was very… intimate, a lot more than the others. Especially since she was the one on top of me while her hands were on either side of me as a way to balance herself. I let myself enjoy the feeling of her lips on mine, but not too much that I forgot my place.

“Well, a beautiful girl needs to have a handsome guy, doesn’t she?” I found myself murmuring against the painfully slow, yet pleasing kiss.

@blue_topaz

The sudden intimacy of how our bodies were positioned frightened me, and I hastened to shift myself into one that wasn’t quite so close to Gray. I leaned in again, eyes drifting shut as our lips met. “Of course…”

(Sorry)

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Gray’s POV:

Lips attached firmly together, I shifted our position so she was the one on the bottom. I made sure I wasn’t going to suffocate her with my weight and slowly pulled my lips away from hers.

I licked my lower lip before kissing her lower cheeks decorated with faint acne scars. I kissed her on the tip of her nose, her shut eyes, her forehead before I pressed my lips against hers in a short kiss.

Pulling away, I fell on her side and held her close, breathing deeply.

“Vy, if I ever do something that makes you afraid or uncomfortable, you have to tell me,” I whispered to her. “Okay?”

@blue_topaz

I kept my eyes shut, his voice washing over me. My hand brushed up against his, so I entangled our fingers, a smile ghosting over my lips.

"Okay," I whispered back, gratitude leaking into my voice. "But you have to tell me, too, if I make you uncomfortable."

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Gray’s POV:

I tightened our grip, and my free hand reached out to trace over Violeta’s cheek. I loved the feeling of her cheeks. I absolutely loved it. All I wanted to do was continuously poke it and I would be satisfied for life.

“Okay,” I said to her, smiling. “I will.”

@blue_topaz

(sure!)

I rolled over onto my side, trapping his hand beneath my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and shifted forward so that out noses were inches away from touching. "Good." After a pause, I exhaled slowly. "Tell me about yourself. Or your family."

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Gray’s POV:

She was so close. Even though we’d been far closer physically before, it was still very… nerve wracking to be this close to her, her eyes staring right in mind, our noses barely touching.

I bit my lower lip.

“What do you want to know?”

@blue_topaz

"Anything you want to tell me," I replied honestly, voice softened by something akin to awe as I allowed my eyes to brush over his beautiful features. I squeezed his hand lightly and raised it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Anything at all."

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Gray’s POV:

I felt my heart squeeze at her actions. The way she looked at me… I wish she’d look at me like this for life. Her eyes bursting with love for me, looking me over.

As I took in her request, I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“I… don’t remember much,” I said to her honestly. “My parents were… always bickering, but they loved each other more than anything. My mother had a beautiful voice, but God forbid she ever sang. It was always a disaster. I can remember them always smiling in each other’s presence.” I chuckled, the memory floating through my brain before it went blank. “I can remember her smile, but I can’t remember her voice. I just remember it was soothing when she talked, but a disaster when she sang.

“My father was the opposite. He was hard-headed and really stubborn, but he was an amazing cook. Mom was not. Dad and I used to play a lot together.” I swallowed thickly. “It was a happy family.”

@blue_topaz

Was.
I didn't let sympathy soften my features, remembering how he'd reacted the first time he'd spoken to me about his parents, but a different light entered my eyes. Slipping one arm around him and tugging him close, I rested my forehead gently against his chest.

"It sounds.. amazing," I told him, volume dipping. An odd wistfulness had entered me at his description—a 'happy family' was something I couldn't remember.

I'm sorry, I wanted to say, but didn't, not wanting him to think I was showing the pity he so hated.