forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Yes, believe it or not," he said, propping himself up on his elbow to look at her. "Crippled people usually try not to move unless they have to."
Even if he was planning on acting difficult, he was happy that they didn't have to go deal with the gang on the dock. For one, he was hurt and he doubted a fistfight would help, and he got to stay in the room with Rosia. A small smile graced his lips when she set the bucket down, feeling his heart flutter slightly in anticipation.
"C'mere," he said, dropping back down on his back and waving her over. "He, in fact, did interrupt something and I'd like to get back to it."

Rosia turned with a raised brow, head cocked to the side in question. She did what was asked of her, however, abandoning the bucket of ice in favor of going over to Anthony. She liked that smile of his, and it brought an involuntary smile to her lips as well. "What, exactly, did he interrupt?" she asked, voice lowering slightly to the beginnings of a whisper. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she stopped right there, one hand reaching over to pass through his hair once before retreating to her side once again.

"That, for one," Anto said, his eyes closing when she touched his hair. "And cuddling with you. It is rapidly becoming my favorite past time."
Anto opened an eye when she didn't lay down. From her body language and the smile, he knew she was just teasing him. Didn't make it anymore enjoyable, but made it a bit less awkward.
"C'mere," he said, offering his arms out to her.

She sighed heavily and lowered herself onto the bed, fitting herself into his arms and closing her eyes. She wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but she liked this. She liked how he reacted to her playing with his hair. She liked the comfort she felt when she was curled up next to Anto, liked how she felt like she could open up around him. She shifted so she was on her side, facing him, and peered up at his face.

Anthony was looking back at her, his murky green eyes squinted slightly because of the wide smile on his face. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he shifted his head closer to her's.
"Whut 'er ye lookin' at?" he asked, making a half-assed attempt at a pirate accent.

Her snort of amusement turned into soft laughter. She moved so their heads were more level with one another, and one hand came up to lightly grip his chin as she gently pressed her lips to his. "Don't ever do that again," she whispered with a grin when she pulled back, eyes sparkling with humor.

"You are the one who told me to practice it," he said with a small shrug, careful not to disturb her position. "I was just following orders."
His arms slowly snaked around her even more, pulling her closer to him as he gave her a soft kiss in return.

"And I regret that order." She sank into him as he pulled her closer, using his shoulder as a pillow and resting one arm over his chest, her fingers finding the collar of his shirt and absentmindedly playing with it. "I'm growing fond of your princely way of speaking."

"It must remind you of home," he said, bringing up one arm to run his hand through her hair, just like she did to him, "which I cannot imagine being a very good experience."

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand through her hair. "No," she agreed softly, distracted slightly by him playing with her hair, "But I'm not reminded of home when I listen to you. You've been around here long enough to kinda pick up on our way of speaking, while still maintaining that posh accent of yours. It's a mixture that's purely yours."

"My accent is not posh," he protested, pausing playing with her hair to give her a stern look. "It is proper."
He managed to keep a straight face for about a second after saying that before chuckling.
"Christ," he said, running his hand through her short, brown hair again. "I sounded like my father."

She snickered and curled her fingers around the edge of his shirt's collar, pulling it down slightly before letting go. "Sounds like a very proper man," she said with a smirk. She tucked her head beneath his chin, lightly trailing her nails down his chest before stopping.

"Shut up," he said, rolling his eyes.
He shivered slightly when she drew a trail down his chest with her fingers, unsure really why.
"How do you think White and Hugh are holding up?" he asked softly, his jaw bumping against the top of her head once every couple of words.

"I think they're doing just fine," she said just as softly, tilting her head slightly as she trailed her fingers back up his chest to hook them around the collar of his shirt once again. She had noticed the shiver when she did it the first time, but perhaps that had been coincidental…

"Are you sure?" he asked, trying to distract himself from what she was doing with his collar. "I mean, Hugh can fight, but White might just charge straight into a punch and get knocked out."

"Hugh would stop him…" She frowned as she thought about it some more. "Or not. It's a gamble." She rested her forehead against his shoulder as she mumbled against his shirt, "I don't really want to think about them right now."

His heart rate raised slightly when she said that. It was such a small increase that Anthony didn't even notice it. But with her so close to his heart, it was fairly noticeable.
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow down at her. "And what do you want to think about?"

She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip. She could hear the increase in his heart rate—subtle but still there—and it made her slightly nervous. She had been going on a whim, doing whatever she wanted without thinking about it. But now she was thinking about it, and that meant overthinking it all, so all she could do was hum and slowly trail her index finger along Anthony's collarbones.

He decided to make the first move, slowly lowering his head down and touching his lips with hers. This time, his heart rate skyrocketed, but he didn't care. He was purely acting upon instinct at this point.

Her hand skimmed up to cup his cheek as she kissed him back, holding herself up slightly with her other arm. She could hear his racing heartbeat, and hers wasn't too far behind in speed, either. She didn't know what she was doing, but she trusted Anthony, and she was slowly starting to trust herself.

Anthony laid in the spare bed some time later, his shirt tossed carelessly onto the floor. He had his right arm under his head as a pillow and his left around the shoulders of Rosia. He had managed to regain a normal pace of breath at that point, and the sweat on his body was beginning to evaporate.

(eeep, never really done a scene like that before, so sorry if it's ass)

((nah, it's good))

Rosia was snuggled against Anthony, breathing a little heavier than normal but attempting to lull her lungs into normalcy. She leaned her head against him, eyes closed and a ghost of a smile on her face. She was much more comfortable with him, now more than ever, and was incredibly happy with her decision to trust Anthony.