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25.Mar.12, 03:48 PM
Success! Jada wiggled her companion's lip, feeling the amusement playing over her face. Childish, she knew, but she loved it. And the expression on Valerian's face! Oh, she could probably laugh until she died, if she let it out. She could only imagine the scene that the two of them made. A casual observer could probably take it as more intimate than it was, two bodies pressed together like this, but that only made it all the more amusing. "Do you still like to compose?" she asked sweetly, wagging his lip. "I remember you and Litir spending hours locked in his room. Fiona used to say you were playing 'dragon and rider' but I think you and my brother just had a lot in common." That, and that Litir was lonely, and Valerian hadn't been put off by his musical genius. Their mother had liked Valerian for his deft hand on an instrument. She batted her eyes at him sweetly, playfully. "Feline got your to- Ew!" She stared at his tongue as it lapped over her fingers. She certainly didn't remember that!
Her face went red, flushed, and she was afraid he may have won this round. A shame, since losing from the get-go did not bode well for the future. She tried to stick it out (no pun intended) to make it through at least a few more waggles, but she could feel his warm, rough, wet tongue on her fingers and her nose kept wrinkling... and wrinkling... and wrinkling. Until she was certain she looked rather scrunched. "Valerian!" she gasped out his name, jerking her fingers away, wiping them on his shirt. Lucky for him she kept her hands clean! Otherwise, that would just be... she shook her head, wiping. Wiping.
And then she felt herself being crushed to his body, and her brain froze. On one hand, it was unfamiliar to her, the masculine body pressed to her feeling alien and unfamiliar. And on the other hand, it was the hug of someone familiar. An older brother figure, perhaps, a friend of a friend. It wasn't what he'd meant to o, she was certain, so she gave him his victory and claimed her own win out of it. The pressure of a hug, contact that she had thrived on as a child and denied to her for far too long, was enough to make her drop his cheek, sliding her arms around his neck and falling into the physical contact, returning it. She'd take what she could get. He wasn't a stranger, at least, and his hand was around her waist, not on her rear.
Not for too long did she give in to her cravings, however, before she pulled back and batted her eyes up at him, impish. "Oh, Valerian," she sounded more amused than she'd meant to, and tried to correct it. She wanted to sound dramatic and breathless. "I never knew you felt this way." Too bad she could feel her breath shuddering as she tried to suppress a giggle. Who knew. Maybe this would be the killing blow for one of them! "I'm so glad you-"
She couldn't keep it up. "Bwahahaha!" it wasn't a feminine laugh, it was a genuine one, and she dropped her head towards his shoulder.
Her face went red, flushed, and she was afraid he may have won this round. A shame, since losing from the get-go did not bode well for the future. She tried to stick it out (no pun intended) to make it through at least a few more waggles, but she could feel his warm, rough, wet tongue on her fingers and her nose kept wrinkling... and wrinkling... and wrinkling. Until she was certain she looked rather scrunched. "Valerian!" she gasped out his name, jerking her fingers away, wiping them on his shirt. Lucky for him she kept her hands clean! Otherwise, that would just be... she shook her head, wiping. Wiping.
And then she felt herself being crushed to his body, and her brain froze. On one hand, it was unfamiliar to her, the masculine body pressed to her feeling alien and unfamiliar. And on the other hand, it was the hug of someone familiar. An older brother figure, perhaps, a friend of a friend. It wasn't what he'd meant to o, she was certain, so she gave him his victory and claimed her own win out of it. The pressure of a hug, contact that she had thrived on as a child and denied to her for far too long, was enough to make her drop his cheek, sliding her arms around his neck and falling into the physical contact, returning it. She'd take what she could get. He wasn't a stranger, at least, and his hand was around her waist, not on her rear.
Not for too long did she give in to her cravings, however, before she pulled back and batted her eyes up at him, impish. "Oh, Valerian," she sounded more amused than she'd meant to, and tried to correct it. She wanted to sound dramatic and breathless. "I never knew you felt this way." Too bad she could feel her breath shuddering as she tried to suppress a giggle. Who knew. Maybe this would be the killing blow for one of them! "I'm so glad you-"
She couldn't keep it up. "Bwahahaha!" it wasn't a feminine laugh, it was a genuine one, and she dropped her head towards his shoulder.
