forum One on One - Romance - So very cliche because I need it right now

Started December 03, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

tune

His kiss gave her a focus that took forever to achieve when they were apart. She used that focus to do her art but now all her focus was put on him, on how he felt and tasted and moved like she was analysing a machine.

He was careful with his own movements, not wanting to disturb the spectacular moment occuring. He did, however, let his arms wrapped themselves around her and bring her slightly and slowly closer.

She smiled against his lips, tugging him closer to close any remaining space between them. She craved the touch of his warm skin against her, the feeling of electricity that shot through her at every point of contact.

He could feel her every craving: for the warmth, the electricity, contact. He felt the same. Every movement seemed unplanned and adventurous but somehow slow. There was a completely different thrill I'm a slow adventure, and he loved it.

She couldn't get enough of him, practically drowning in the feeling. She deepened the kiss slightly, trying not to scare him.

There was no doubt that his cheeks were red, but he didn't bother to notice. Sure, the heat rising to his face was uncomfortable, but he ignored that too. He followed her speed, still letting her lead.

She hadn't realized she'd been slowly moving backwards until her back hit the wall, surprising her slightly. But she relaxed, still caught up in what her lips were going through.

Once she had hit the wall, he pressed her a little further. The kiss quickened and deepened a little more. (Sorry it's short, a little busy)

(Nah it's all good)
Her heart sped up with the kiss, slowly moving her lips from his down his jawline and onto his neck.

He could now feel every bit of heat in his cheeks. Sure, he had done it to her before, but he'd never felt it. He was sure that if they had been talking, he would be stuttering up a storm.

She searched slowly, kissing softly. She tried her best to keep her cool and to look as calm as she wished.

He let her search knowing that soon enough she'd reach a point where he'd always been ticklish. He didn't want her to stop though. It felt oddly exhilarating.

Her lips reached a particularly soft spot and she stopped for a second, just letting her lips stay there.

A sound he hadn't ever made before escaped his lips. He immediately blushed at the sound. That's where. Another blast of ice ran through him from the spot her lips were at.

She smiled a little. Found it. She attacked the spot gently, being careful to not bruise his skin. No hickeys today, no sir.

He closed his eyes. Ivy… The sound escaped again, making him blush even more. Gosh dang it.

She trailed her kisses from the spot back up his neck, across his jaw, and up to his lips again.

Once she found his lips again, he kissed her back a little harder than he probably should have. The force pushed a little harder up against the wall. He broke away their lips for a quick second. "Sorry," he whispered a little out of breath.

"It's alright, I didn't mind." She was slightly breathless but she really hadn't minded at all.

He didn't give either of them time to catch their breath before he dove in again. That feeling… It was almost a craving. He'd never felt so wonderfully electrified before. The world could be blowing up around them, and he wouldn't care. He would have her. And she would have him. And that's all they needed.

The sparks that replaced the blood in her veins was almost intoxicating. There was a deep gnawing ache for the feeling that could only be satisfied with his lips. Everything else could fall apart but as long as she still had him, she'd come out okay.

(What if we yeeted a villain cause their powers and stuff?)

He brought his hands down to her waist and pulled her in. He could feel her emotions seeping into the air around them. A smile found his face. It was funny how it happened, the emotions in the air that is. Or at least he thought. Whenever someone felt so much of something that their body couldn't take it anymore, it spilled into the world around them to find the nearest person like him who could pick it up. All they could do is feel the emotion faintly, no thoughts conveyed. It was almost like the feeling of nostalgia. Almost as if their mind and heart were both grasping for something just out of reach, but it all leaves. He didn't want this to leave. He liked having no doubt t that someone felt the same way. With all his past girlfriends, no emotion was ever strong enough for him. Not like Ivy.

(Ooo, I like that!)
Sure, she'd flirted around, but she'd never meant any of it until she met Jackson. He was different. He could love her for her insecurities and tell her she was perfect when she felt so broken. And after all the lonely years, she needed that. She needed him. And there was no way she was letting him go so easily. Never.

He was happy. He was happy. Actually happy. Everything was perfect.

A knock came on the wall with a yell. "Quiet down!"

He pulled his lips apart from hers, but rested their foreheads together. "I guess a small storm woke her up."