forum Cliché Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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When Kenzie’s fingers gripped his shirt, Hunter let out a deep sound. He finally pulled back, a smirk plastered on his face at Kenzie’s reactions. He had held her tighter when she started to tremble to prevent her from falling, and both of them were panting heavily.
“Well,” Hunter breathed out. “That was intense.”

(This was almost on page 2…)

(D A M N)

"It seems…that you have successfully…kissed me breathless," Kenzie whispered between breaths as she looked up at Hunter.

(This was almost on page 2…)

(D A M N)

(Lol, yeah. It was two away from being there, but that's only because it had been about 8 hours since anything was posted on it.)

“I’d like to do it again,” Hunter whispered, his eyes closed, breathing heavily. “Kiss you breathless, I mean.” Hunter’s finger trailed the hickey he had made and felt satisfied.

"And maybe I'd let you… Just… Maybe somewhere away from the crowd that is currently staring at us?" Kenzie suggested, lifting a hand to Hunter's that was tracing the mark on her neck.

Hunter grinned, touching their noses together.
“We could go inside,” Hunter suggested. “The third floor. It’s off limits.”

"As long as people won't be staring at us, it's fine with me," Kenzie replied softly, looking up into Hunter's eyes.

“It’ll be just us,” Hunter replied, pulling a strand of Kenzie’s hair behind her ear. “Henry can take care of the party. My job here is done, anyway.”

"Then, sure. Let's go," Kenzie agreed, reaching out to grab Hunter's hands in her own.

Hunter linked their fingers together and led her inside the house, walking up the stairs into the third floor.
Unlike the other floors, this one was full of pictures hanging from the wall. Mostly, they were of a woman looking identical to Hunter, except her features were soft. The rest were all of baby Hunter and the woman.
“My mom,” Hunter muttered to Kenzie. “This belonged to her. After her death, I was the only one who came here. Before I moved away, I mean.”

Kenzie laid her head on Hunter's shoulder as she looked at the pictures.

"She was beautiful," she said softly. "You look a lot like her."

Hunter grinned.
“Wasn’t she?” he said. “She was beautiful, but she was the most generous woman I had ever known.”
Then he paused, looking at Kenzie with a smirk.
“Anyway,” he walked closer to her. “Where were we?”

Kenzie took a step closer to Hunter and placed her hands on his chest, smiling up at him.

"Mm, somewhere about…here, I believe." She lightly brushed her lips against his, teasing him, and pulled back to smirk at him.

“Do not test me, Kenzie,” Hunter growled, grabbing her arms tightly and pulled her towards him, slamming their lips together.

Kenzie gasped as their lips collided, then smiled into the kiss. She slid a hand up his chest to his neck and then into his hair, which she ran her fingers through.

Hunter groaned against Kenzie’s mouth, his hands slipping from her arms and securing them around her waist, holding her tightly.
“If it gets too much, tell me to stop,” Hunter muttered in the kiss, but he never pulled away.

(All right, I've gtg for the weekend.)

(Awww ;^;)

"Mm… 'Kay," Kenzie replied simply, staying close to Hunter.

Hunter pushed Kenzie to the wall, trailing light kisses from her jaw to her neck, nibbling on the skin, occasionally sucking on it. He didn’t dare let his hands wander, so they remained pressed against the wall, trapping Kenzie.

(blinks some PG-13 RP this is blinks again)

(Lol. I'm back!!!
Also, have you seen Iron Man? 'Cause that's definitely borderline, and this is quite a bit further inside the line…)

Kenzie gasped as Hunter pushed her against the wall, then let out a breath as he started trailing kisses down her jaw. When he bit and sucked on her skin, she let out a soft moan and grasped onto his shirt.

Hunter lit a fire in her that she hadn't known she possessed. It coursed through her veins, nearly causing her to forget the moral standards she held herself to, but she still held onto them. She wouldn't let this go further than what she held herself to.