As they kissed she couldn't help but let out a few squeaks and whimpers, loving the feeling of his strong hands on her hips and waist. She didn't want to come up for air even though she needed to, panting when he broke the kiss for a second to take his own breath in.
She gasped softly, a pleasured sound getting trapped in her throat even though it was halfway already said. She swallowed so she could breath again, their kisses neat but passionate.
She opened her eyes to see his curls fall into his face, melting at the sight before closing her eyes again, gasping for air once before kissing him again.
She whined softly when he pulled away but was soon silenced by him biting her lower lip, making her whimper needily and shiver from the feeling. She watched his hand come up to her lips, kissing his thumb teasingly as he ran it over her mouth.
"I didn't mind it" she gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
The collar of his neat button up shirt was crooked, as the top button had unbuttoned, shoving a bit of his collar bone, covered in freckles. Which he hated. He always though that they made him look unclean and covered in dirt. But he didn’t notice it when he stood up. “We shouldn’t do this. I know you don’t mind it, and frankly…I don’t either.” He says calmly, running her fingers through his hair. His shirt twisted to the left, making it rather tight on his right arm making his muscles more apparent. His British accent stronger than usual. He turned to her, offering her his big hand to help her up, “at least let me get to know you more” his blue eyes lookin get down on her.
(Sorry it’s short. I don’t have access to my computer, only my phone)
(It's alright me too)
Her eyes caught his collar as he stood up, making her bite her lip. He was too gorgeous to be falling for her, she thought, he was too handsome and out of her league. After he spoke she knew instantly that there was a 'but'. Not necessarily a bad one, but one nonetheless less. Her eyes danced around his body as he ran his fingers through his hair, the butterflies clustering in her lower abdomen when his muscles popped through his shirt. When he spoke again his voice could've melted her, how raspy and gorgeous it was made her heat up from the inside out.
He wasn't the only one sporting frazzled clothing. Her shirt's neckline had stretched, exposing more of her chest than she'd anticipated, although she took no notice as she gazed at him. It showed off her dainty little necklace and peachy perfect complexion underneath, along with her line of cleavage. She took his hand, letting him help her up. Her shirt was completely disheveled and untucked from her pants neatly as it had been before. Lipgloss smudged but nothing else moved, considering she didn't wear any more makeup other than that.
Before he could say what he wanted he looked at her shirt as it untucked and the necklace caught his eye, but he quickly looked away when his face turned pink, catching a glimpse of her cleavage.
“You….you might want to fix that…” is what he wanted to say, being the usual gentleman he is. It was way too distracting for him to speak, and he wouldn’t dare fix it himself.
Instead he looked down at his own shirt, straightening it and buttoning it back up, hoping she would do the same.
It’s nit that he didn’t like it, he wasn’t no going to deny anything. But as a gentleman, he would never let himself be distracted by such soft, perfect skin meant to be hidden from his eye. Though his eyes darted to her every now and then just “checking” to see if she had picked up the hint he had tossed over to her.
Once he was done, he tried not to pay attention to it, just in case she didn’t get the hint, fixated on her face. “Oh, your lipstick smeared a bit” He says quickly getting out his handkerchief from his back pocket, handing it to her though he didn’t even know the names of any makeup products.
“You can use this. Keep it. I have plenty others.”
She fixed the bottom on her shirt solely, fixing her necklace as well but not really noticing that her shirt was pulled down. She smiled up at him when he offered the handkerchief to her, taking it sweetly and rubbing her lips and face clean before producing a fruit scented mint balm from her pocket and using it instead of the glass she had earlier. She always had a lip product on, it helped her feel like she could control something and stopped her from chewing and making her lips bleed and instead rubbing them together constantly. "Thank you" she replied, stuffing the cloth in her sweatpants pocket before looking up at him again, her gaze timid but loving.
“My pleaser. I mean….no problem. Sorry. Anyway….are you fine with that? Getting to know you more that is” he says looking around for a mirror to fix his hair in.
Though most people didn’t have much of a problem with messy hair, he definitely did mind his hair being messy. Though he was fine with her messing it up.
Steadying his breathing still, he sighed, though he didn’t even really look for a mirror, he had already giving up.
(I’m so sorry it’s short. I’m in a hurry. By the way, she’s adorable and I love her)
(Thank you :). I've been working hard on her.
It's fine that it's short btw)
Her plump smile and feminine charm shone with glee as he asked her the question, nodding her head before giving a timidly enthusiastic 'yes'. She watched him look for a mirror before laughing slightly and walking over to to her closet and opening it to reveal a mirror on the closet door. "Here you go" she hummed before sitting on the bed, watching him wander in awe.
She soon realized her shirt and picked it up off her chest, covering herself before walking over to the hanger on the door and grabbing her oat coloured shawl, covering her chest up with it. She got worked up quickly but oddly just the sight of her new… companion, settled her down quite a bit
"thank you" he offers a shy smile before stepping over to the mirror and trying to fix his hair the best he could, and doing a decent job at it.
Taking a small comb out if the back of his pocket, which looked like a switch blade as it also had a blade hidden in it. Taking it out and flipping it open he combed his hair, having to bend down quite a bit. He was 6 foot 3 after all. He was one of the tallest person in the ward. And one of the most noticeable. He didn't mind much. That just meant people knew who he was and they knew but to mess with him. The ignorant ones didn't know and soon found out the hard way with the usual broken arm.
Standing up, straight and tall as he turned to her, his lips still glossed over and parted ever so slightly with every breath.
"what time is it? My watches battery's died I presume" he says looking at the golden watch fitted on his wrist
She watched him intently, noticing the slight change in his demeanour when he turned to ask her for the time. She glanced at an alarm clock on her nightstand which was neatly stacked with as many moisturizers and lip products that the Dawns would allow.
Her room was much like everyone else's. It looked very hotel like with a bed and a nightstand except instead of a tv a dresser to take it's place. A window sat at the opposite of the pearl white walls on a pearl grey accented wall, the light streaming in from the trees and hitting the floor just before the bed. The windows were adorned with a pull-down blind, no curtains being used just in case they had to use the room as a spare for one of the extremely depressive patients. On her bed were the white linens that were washed daily while they were usually at dinner and talk time after, the whole thing being about three hours long without any outbreaks in the cafeteria. The washroom was small and without a door but an open concept. There she kept her towels which tended to not match at all the with the clean, white, pristine look of the rest of the room. The towels were bleach stained and mostly purple or various shades of red, along with many face cloths littering the counter. Everything was wooden except for the tiles in the washroom, which were made for tactile purposes.
Her feet traced a heart pattern in the light of the sun as she read off the time on the analog clock. "2:36 PM" she replied before reapplying yet another layer of peach flavoured lip balm.
(agh, I accidentally reported your post…. What do I do?)
He was expecting it to be much later than it was when he heard the time.
“Oh so my watch didn’t die. I guess we’ve only been in here for about an hour.” He says straightening the watch on his wrist.
“We….should probably go. We have three more classes after music therapy and debriefing. Which is going to end in about 15 minutes.” He says calmly as normal. But not as distant. A more friendly manner. Though he needed to go to his room, clean up and clean his mind from everything. Think about what just happened, and why the hell did he do it!? He wasn’t complaining, but still he had just met this girl.
Though she was unlike everyone else. She wasn’t scared like everyone else. He didn’t know whether he liked it or not. He just wasn’t used to it at all.
He wasn’t emotionally attached to her for he didn’t even know her that well, though the sexual appeal was obviously there. And he had no idea why.
friends for now… that’s all we are I can’t establish a relationship with someone just because we kissed. We’re both touch deprived anyway. It meant nothing. But I’m worried about her… is she emotionally attached already? I sure hope not.
The way he moved away made a twinge of pain erupt from her chest. She had attached to him. She didn't like it. She never trusted in someone like she'd just had.
Shit. I really just did just fall for him after one fucking kiss huh?
She felt like dying.
No. No she wasn't going to fall for him. She was going to brush it off.
It never happened. It never should've. If he was going to pretend so would she. She had to.
She nodded herself out of her head. "Yeah, Yea let's get going" she replied, pulling up the top of her shirt after finally noticing how far down it was. The light bounced off her skin from the mirror reflecting the sunlight.
"Shall we?"
(I'm sure it'll be fine lol. I've done it before(not to you lol))
He nodded and took a deep breath in, turning to the door. The washroom wasnt far so he could in there and straighten himself up.
“yeah, thats what ill do.” he thought to himself as he twisted the knob with his gloved hand, though turning back to her. “I’m… im going to the washroom. Meet you in class?” He asks with a little smile. With that he turned and stepped out of the door, walking down the hallway to the washroom. It was closer to the classrooms than to his room. He would have to go up two more levels just to get to his room.
By the time he would be up there, he would already have his heart and his mind racing even more than before. So this was the best way to go. Though he would never touch anything in there.
(Sorry its so short. I’ve been having a ton of writers block right now and so ive been having troubles writing decent replies. I’ve been pretty busy and sick too. But anyway, I’m back! So sorry again)
She nodded softly, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a lip product. She made her way downstairs, looking jn the reflection of the bathroom mirror after she stepped in to make sure she didn't look like she'd just caught feelings. She exited the washroom, making her way to the stairwell which led to the music room. She felt stupid, but what was new?
Looking in the mirror in his room, he leaned in as he looked at his lips. The lingering ghost of her own lips stayed there for a bit, a small tingling going down his spine whenever he thought back to it.
What had he done? And why the hell did he do it? Was he that stupid to just kiss a girl he just met? It was a lot for him to touch someone. So what happened? What did she do to make him feel that way? What would she do to his mind any other times they’re together? Will he kiss her again? Would it go further?
“oh my, someone’s mind is in the gutter”
“Shut up Auden” Levi said out loud, looking at himself in the mirror. “What even happened?” He asked himself, though an unwanted voice pushed through.
“nah, you’re just desperate and kinky man. I dont blame you”
“Hey, that….. no. I’m not desperate, nor am i…. kinky” Levi rolled his eyes. “Whatever, i need to go.” He scowled, not wanting to go back out there but at the same time he already wanted to see her again.
Erica sat in the music room, feeling hopeless. She wasn't trying to overthink things but even her meds couldn't stop her from doing so. Her fingernails were laid on her now slightly sore, bloodblushed lips, biting them every minute or so or running her nails over her bottom lip.
She constantly had to tell the voices that kept her thinking to shut up but she couldn't stop, so instead a nurse noticed and took things into her own hands, giving her another 50mg dose of Zoloft on top of her already 100mg dose she'd taken this morning.
She took it without complaint, hoping that it would make her feel better even though in the back on her head she knew how bad the side effects got for her.
She sat back in the chair by the window, her knees in her chest as she tilted her head back to looks at the paintings on the ceiling.
(oh my goodness. I had it typed up and then I deleted the tab)(hold on, I'll get it up. Also, I posted on our other one btw)
Levi soon recomposed himself and readied to leave his room. Stopped at the handle as his hands gripped it. He was over thinking everything. One of the things he did best. Paranoid about how everything could go wrong in any way possible. Did she hate him for what he did? She sure didn't seem like it. But she could be good at hiding her feelings. She was a nice girl after all. Not striking him to be a jerk and show if she hated someone or not. Then again… He didn't know her well enough to say anything and know he was right.
He shook himself of his horrid thoughts and made his way down the hall and to the classroom. Opening the door with his handkerchief over the handle before his eyes locked on her.
She sat there, the sun warm on her back and making her hair sparkle. Her heart was beating quick and she was shaking slightly but today it seemed like a better day for the side effects of the medication. She saw him and all the nasty thoughts she had came flooding back. Her cheeks pinked slightly as her body tingled, her fingers still on her lips.
She surveyed him, trying to tell what personality he was right now, but then she saw his handkerchief and looked down at her lap, hoping he wouldn't be angry at her for kissing him.
He took in a deep breath before looking away at the nursed. Other students were in there as well. Everyone was so quiet, you wouldn't be able to tell.
His shoes clicked against the tile of the room and he sat right beside her, perfect posture as he folded his handkerchief and set it down in his lap, making sure not to touch the desk. He scooted his chair back and crossed his legs, along with his arms but showed no hostility towards her.
She watched him walk over to her in her peripheral, the butterflies making her squeeze her thighs together.
'This is so stupid! I've fallen for him already???' she scolded herself over and over, pressing her nails sharply into her plush lower lip.
The feeling of his thumb on her lower lip slipped into her mind and she immediately brought her hand down to her lap, gripping onto her thighs.
'Dammit!'
He looked to the side, though noticing the fact that she was…. squeezing her own thighs? (Kinky)
His freckled cheeks turned red and he looked back at his own hands. His heart pounded on his chest.
“You alright?” He managed to say in a hushed tone, leaning over to her. Keeping his eyes averted from her thighs, which was a little hard, but he managed. Barely
(Hey, um so I was trying to respond to the other rp we have rn, but I can't seem to find it)
