forum Runaways ((One on One RP)) ((Closed))

Started July 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I'm sure I heard it," he said, darting in to nip her neck.

Roxy giggled and tried to curl herself out of his grip. Pushing her hands against his chest, she laughed, “Byrson! I know I shouldn’t have told you my weak spot!!”

Bryson grinned and pulled her back against him. "No! You are mine!" he said slyly.

Letting him pull her back, she gave him a seductive grin. Eyes flicking between his lips and his eyes, she whispered, “Im forever yours darling.”

Bryson smiled, putting his hand on the back of her head to bring her in for a passionate kiss and to gently stroke her hair.

Kissing back, a small barely audible moan broke through her lips. She clasped her hands over the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

He kissed her hungrily, his hand pressing into her hair.

She kissed him back with the same level of desperate passion. Tightening her grip around his shoulders, she grinded her hips up against his. One of her hands slipped up into his hair, lightly rubbing down by the nape of his neck.

"Woah, there," he muttered jokingly, pushing her into the mattress. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he kissed fervently without thinking off anything other than her.

Roxy ran her hands through his hair harder, twisting it lightly around her hands. She moaned again, only this time it was obvious. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back from the extreme pleasure she was feeling. She just wanted to stay like this, the two of them only thinking of each other.

He heard her moan, but when her hands tangled in his hair, he sighed louder then ever before. His tongue poked around, curiously exploring her mouth again.

She tilted her head back slightly, arching her back and pushing herself against him again. Feeling his tongue brush around her mouth, she lightly brushed her own against his, before stopping and mainly focusing her attention back on his hair.

Bryson groaned the more she played with his hair. He pressed tightly against her in response and moved his hand from the back of her head to cup her cheek.

She leaned her head against his hand, liking the feel of him holding her like that. It made her feel small, yet safe in his arms. Pressing her hands down into his hair, she rubbed her hips against his again.

"Rox… Someone's… coming," he muttered, drawing his lips away from hers and sitting up quickly, pulling her up with him. Now they were sitting, looking like they'd been just having a nice conversation.

“Oh shoot-“ she quietly cursed under her breath as she was yanked up by him. She quickly ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it back into place after it had been roughed up by Bryson.

Paige pushed the door open and looked at them. "Um… Brys , since Mom's not here, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out."

Roxy swung her legs over the side of the bed, and continued to twirl her hair around her fingers. She looked between Bryson and Paige, waiting for their conversation to continue.

"Where?" Bryson demanded.
"Why does it matter?" Paige retorted. "I'm old enough to go out on my own, okay?"
"No. Not okay," Bryson argued.
Paige frowned before turning and walking away. Her phone and wallet were both noticeably in her hand.
"Paige!"

Roxy leaned forward and called out, “Paige wait! Listen to your brother… He just wants to take care of you, okay?” She stared after Paige, hoping she would stop and listen to Bryson.