Sebastian's Solace-[open.to.all]

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta barely managed to keep the expression of triumph from her face. Instead she looked at him as though horrified.
"Mr Morter!" she said in shock. "How can you speak to a Lady in such a way?" she mocked. She took a step closer so that their legs touched and she ran her inner thigh against his knee, though the dress was most certainly getting in the way.
With a mild smirk and a wave of her hand the dress slid open at the back and with a slight jiggle on her part the dress began to slide slowly over her curves until it lay in a burgundy heap of satin and silk on the floor around her ankles.
"Red suits me, don't you think?" she asked with a glint in her eye. Beneath the dress she was wearing a dark red basque with black lacing detail. It accentuated her curves, pushing her breasts up to create an inviting cleavage. She ran one finger down between the top of her breasts and gave him a challenging smile.

[Sebastian Morter]

Sebastian inhaled sharply, swallowing. His fists curled trying to control himself. He was easy, she could twist him around her finger simply. His eyes dropped down her laungerie, taking in every hip and curve. He stopped at her legs, shapely and long. He trailed up slowly, realising his hands had joined in. They slid sensuously over her stomach and smirked, "Been eating have we?" He asked noticing her normal figure. He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding simply over her breasts, the cleavage oh so arousing. "You know me too well" He breathed out huskily.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta tried not to show her pleasure as his hands trailed over her body, but she couldn't help it. She gasped and softly moaned as his fingers glided over her hips. She tried to look offended when he made a comment about "eating". She pursed her lips.
"I told you: I eat like a horse." she retorted. Inside she felt a little prickly, though. What did he mean? Had she put on weight? He always used to comment about how thin she was. She looked at her belly self-conciously. Ok, it wasn't 100% flat but it wasn't big.
All her silly thoughts were pushed aside as his hands ran over her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his hands on her body. It was all for him. The dress, the basque, everything. She just wanted to make him happy.
She moved forward again and slowly sat astride his lap, her thighs sliding around his hips. She slid her hands up his arms to his collar, slipping them inside his suit jacket. She slowly slid it off his shoulder until it fell to the floor. She looked down at his chest, running her hands down it over his shirt. Then she looked up at him and all the playful teasing had gone from her expression. She looked completely serious.
"Sebastian." she said softly. "I don't want to play anymore." she said quietly. She ran a finger down his cheek and leant her face against his, her breath touching his skin softly.

It was hard to explain so she didn't try. The game had been fun but all of a sudden she just felt the need to be with him and show him how much she loved him. Their time together had always been so...dramatic. Even sex was dramatic, overly energetic and playful. But that wasn't what she wanted right now. She wanted to make love to him.

[Sebastian Morter]

"I told you: I eat like a horse." she retorted. Inside she felt a little prickly, though. What did he mean? Had she put on weight? He always used to comment about how thin she was. She looked at her belly self-conciously. Ok, it wasn't 100% flat but it wasn't big.
All her silly thoughts were pushed aside as his hands ran over her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his hands on her body. It was all for him. The dress, the basque, everything. She just wanted to make him happy.
She moved forward again and slowly sat astride his lap, her thighs sliding around his hips. She slid her hands up his arms to his collar, slipping them inside his suit jacket. She slowly slid it off his shoulder until it fell to the floor. She looked down at his chest, running her hands down it over his shirt. Then she looked up at him and all the playful teasing had gone from her expression. She looked completely serious.
"Sebastian." she said softly. "I don't want to play anymore." she said quietly. She ran a finger down his cheek and leant her face against his, her breath touching his skin softly.

It was hard to explain so she didn't try. The game had been fun but all of a sudden she just felt the need to be with him and show him how much she loved him. Their time together had always been so...dramatic. Even sex was dramatic, overly energetic and playful. But that wasn't what she wanted right now. She wanted to make love to him.[/quote]

Sebastian smirked, content with the fact he was pleasing her, and yet as his hands grazed over her milky skin, he felt a selfish pleasure prickle through him. Trailing up the small of her back, he felt rather than saw her emotions tangle up in self-doubt and anxiety. He snapped up, a frown ironed on his lips. Trying to ease the sudden tension, he lifted up her chin with a sigh.
"You're-not-fat" He reprimanded sternly. "In fact, there's something to hold onto now" He muttered, pulling her towards him. Holding her, firmly and so close to him, he longed for her. But the yearning wasn't quite as physical as before.

He remembered meeting Krysta in the library. The most intriguing and foreign feeling of someone caring, loving and needing you. Ofcourse it hadn't happened snap like that. But the mindmeld had been so unbelievably pulling it felt like she was a constant there. There was no two people, just one soul with two limbs. Hearts joined, intwined, melded, moulded. This was not a flimsy high school romance. This was it. His one true love.

Hardly noticing his jacket departure from his shoulder's, Sebastian leaned into the chair, suddenly all too aware of the warmth of her thighs against his. And her hair, like a curtain to the outside world, shrouding them in peace and confinement. He looked up slowly, dark irises surveying her with curiosity, amusement and most of all love. Strangely, the smirk he had been meaning on never eventuated. He closed his eyes against her finger, breathing deeply in her aroma.

He flicked his finger, the couch extending into a deep and comfortable love seat. Sebatian shifted, leaning up to kiss her, slowly, softly, passionately and yet oh so delicately. Her lips tasted delicious, but he perservered, ignoring his own wild need to accompany her's. Lifting her off him, he placed her down on the seat, not breaking the kiss. His thumb, rested around her hips, as he smoothed down next to her.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Dec 17, 2008 13:39:57 GMT 8 Sebastian Morter said:

Sebastian smirked, content with the fact he was pleasing her, and yet as his hands grazed over her milky skin, he felt a selfish pleasure prickle through him. Trailing up the small of her back, he felt rather than saw her emotions tangle up in self-doubt and anxiety. He snapped up, a frown ironed on his lips. Trying to ease the sudden tension, he lifted up her chin with a sigh.
"You're-not-fat" He reprimanded sternly. "In fact, there's something to hold onto now" He muttered, pulling her towards him. Holding her, firmly and so close to him, he longed for her. But the yearning wasn't quite as physical as before.

He remembered meeting Krysta in the library. The most intriguing and foreign feeling of someone caring, loving and needing you. Ofcourse it hadn't happened snap like that. But the mindmeld had been so unbelievably pulling it felt like she was a constant there. There was no two people, just one soul with two limbs. Hearts joined, intwined, melded, moulded. This was not a flimsy high school romance. This was it. His one true love.

Hardly noticing his jacket departure from his shoulder's, Sebastian leaned into the chair, suddenly all too aware of the warmth of her thighs against his. And her hair, like a curtain to the outside world, shrouding them in peace and confinement. He looked up slowly, dark irises surveying her with curiosity, amusement and most of all love. Strangely, the smirk he had been meaning on never eventuated. He closed his eyes against her finger, breathing deeply in her aroma.

He flicked his finger, the couch extending into a deep and comfortable love seat. Sebatian shifted, leaning up to kiss her, slowly, softly, passionately and yet oh so delicately. Her lips tasted delicious, but he perservered, ignoring his own wild need to accompany her's. Lifting her off him, he placed her down on the seat, not breaking the kiss. His thumb, rested around her hips, as he smoothed down next to her.

A slightly bashful smile played on her lips as he told her she wasn't fat.
"Damn straight I'm not." she muttered with a slight pout. She was only teasing, though. She sighed as he ran his hands over her hips and pulled her tightly against him. She needed that closeness right now.
She watched his face studying hers, her hair falling around her face. His emotions were so intense. She tried not to pry into his feelings as much as possible, determined that he should have his privacy. But what he was feeling now was so strong she couldn't help it. Passion and love filled her eyes as his emotions washed through her. She couldn't believe someone could feel like that about her.
She traced her fingertips down his face as a single tear rolled down hers.
"I feel the same." she murmured sincerely, though he'd never said a word.

She watched as he effortlessly turned the tiny sofa into a love seat. She smiled. He, like she, made it look so easy. She couldn't believe the ways in which they were perfect for each other.
As he kissed her she closed her eyes and returned the kiss with all her heart. It was so beautifully soft and sensuous. A warmth spread through her body and she sighed softly into the kiss.
Then he lifted her. That too seemed so effortless to him. He lay her on the loveseat, his lips never leaving hers. She sighed again, her sudden horizontal position making her feel more exposed and vulnerable. He smoothly lay beside her and she broke the kiss to look at him again. Her rand ran up into his hair, running her fingers through the dark tousle lovingly.

There it was again. A tiny flicker. Light. Energy. Then gone.

She pulled his head back down into another kiss, arching her body towards his. She wanted to feel him against her. Slowly her fingers began to unbutton his shirt and then smoothly slide it over his shoulders. As her fingertips touched his skin she shivered and the warmth deepened. She pulled him against her, her hand running down his now bare back, the feel of his flesh making her tremble.
"I love you." she whispered.