Title: thief of hearts [MATURE]
Description: {reagan}
ethan wood - September 18, 2007 04:08 AM (GMT)
It'd been a few days since Ethan had made the biggest fool of himself. And yet, she'd kissed him. Full on the mouth. A real kiss. His first real kiss, actually. He was annoyed, to say the least. That she just kissed him and walked away. Left him sitting there, his face bright red. And he hadn't talked to her since. Not since that afternoon.
He sighed as he walked by the Room of Requirement. He'd walked past this room so many times before, but hadn't needed it. Except for one or two times. So, he knew exactly where it was. He didn't know what he needed it for today, but he needed somewhere to crash. He hadn't been sleeping all that well.
He finally stopped pacing and pushed open the door. He found the room to be filled with comfortable couches and chairs, and a larger cushion on the floor. There was a fireplace in one corner, and the room was comfortably warm. He smiled, walking into the room. He removed his robes, revealing his school uniform. He quickly loosened his tie, settling onto one of the couches.
He still couldn't believe she'd kissed him. The smell of her, the taste of her. He couldn't get it out of his head. No matter how hard he tried. He couldn't help but think of how much he cared for her. She was one of his best friends, and he'd jeopardized that with his stupid question. Why had he actually thought that she'd actually go to the ball with him?
reagan whitby - September 18, 2007 04:52 AM (GMT)
-Reagan smiled at the boy who stood across from her in Herbology, he had been checking her out all lesson and she was actually kind of interested. He was cute, with big green eyes and a killer smile. She had her long red hair pulled back and probably a smudge of dirt on her face but Reagan was still confident that she looked good, she always did. Over the years she had heard it again and again and she knew that she was good looking. Yes, it was arrogant but it was also the truth. The boy smiled back at her and Reagan felt the thrill of success.
Then suddenly the bell rang and Reagan sighed, she started to go up to the boy but then noticed his Hufflepuff tie. Suddenly she froze, Hufflepuff. That reminded her of Ethan. Ethan Wood was a fifth year, the cutest kid ever, and he had the biggest crush on her. He had actually asked her to the Halloween ball a couple days ago and Reagan had lied and said she'd already had a date. She just, couldn't go with him. He was two years younger than her and her friends would just laugh. Besides he was so naive too. But she had kissed him, feeling sorry for him.
She wanted to apologize, she wanted to explain to him that the kiss wasn't serious and that it had just been a spur of them moment thing. Reagan knew that leading him on was terrible but she wanted to give him so hope, she wanted to give him confidence. Maybe her kiss had done that. Reagan slung her bag over her shoulder and started back up towards the Ravenclaw tower. She was on the seventh floor when she spotted the familiar head of Ethan Wood, not facing her. Reagan wanted to talk to him but suddenly he had gone through a door. One that disappeared later. Reagan paced back and forth three times, focusing hard and then suddenly the door reappeared. Yanking it open she entered the room which was full of couches and cushions-
"Ethan..."
-She trailed off slowly and set her bag down. Mimicking him she pulled off her robes, they were just uncomfortably warm. Reagan pulled her hair out of its ponytail as well, allowing it to flow long and glorious over her shoulders. Going over she sat next to him, smiling at him-
"We need to talk, about the other day..."
ethan wood - September 18, 2007 11:15 PM (GMT)
He'd been looking at the fire, letting it calm him. He was almost getting sleepy, actually. But suddenly, the door opened. He'd hoped he'd be alone. But no, he'd have company. And his heartbeat got rapid when he saw who it was. Reagan Whitby. He'd been hoping he hadn't been seen coming in here. But, obviously, she'd seen him. He just looked away, looking again at the fireplace. Why was she here? He didn't want to see her, he couldn't see her. He knew what would happen.. He'd do something stupid. Very very stupid. Like he always did. Especially around her. It was a never fail thing.
He heard her robes fall to the floor. And felt her sit down next to him. Her hair fell over her shoulders, he saw out of the corner of his eye. He finally turned his head, looking at her. Her smile made him melt. He just sighed, hearing her say that they needed to talk about the other day. "Reagan, I don't know if I want to talk about it. You turned me down, and then, you kissed me. You say you don't like me, and then that kiss. It just doesn't make any sense." For the first time in a while, he was making sense. Maybe because he was annoyed at her.
She'd kissed him. She couldn't have just left it at 'I can't go with you to the ball'. No. She had to kiss him. And it wasn't just a small kiss. No, it was a real kiss. A kiss that left him reeling. Really, why did someone do that? "Just don't, Ree. I don't want to talk about it." He just looked at her, his brown eyes soft. "You know I like you. Yet, you rub it in my face, the fact that you don't like me like that, by kissing me and then walking away." Why did girls have to be so confusing?
He stood up, walking over to the fireplace. He looked into the fire before looking back to Reagan. She looked beautiful. She really did. But did she have to be so perfect? He sighed.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 02:11 AM (GMT)
-She bit her full lower lip lightly when Ethan answered her, it was quite clear that he wasn't too pleased. In fact he was bordering on angry, something that she thought she'd never see from him. This was a boy who was always joking and laughing, not one that she expected a temper from. She herself felt her own volatile temper boiling right beneath the surface as he ranted at her, telling her he didn't want to talk.
Reagan watched him get up and go towards the fireplace, still ranting at her until she was so impatient with him that she herself stood up, clenching her fists tightly. She was trying to be nice to him, trying to explain and he was pushing her away. At the same time she felt terrible to be putting him through all of this. She wanted to like him, she wanted to be less shallow but she couldn't fight her own nature-
"God! Ethan! I am trying to explain..."
-Her voice was on edge and clearly she was displeased. She took a few steps towards him and was fully intending on yelling at him. To tell him that there was no way she could ever like him because he was so damn immature. At least right now he was. Instead she stopped, she looked up at him with her wide blue eyes taking in his appearance. He deserved something good, he deserved to have a little love in his life. Afterall he was so nice. So instead of yelling she gripped onto the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck-
"Ethan."
-His name came out as a breathy sort of sigh, she breathed in the scent of him. Suprisingly it was nice, it convinced her that maybe what she was about to do was alright. It was all out of sympathy but at least he would get something good. Tipping her head up she looked up at him, her eyelids at half mass and a little half smile on her lips-
"Don't be mad at me."
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 03:10 AM (GMT)
He half expected her to turn and walk right back out of the room. But instead, she stood up and walked right towards him. Her hands were balled into fists, and she looked like she was going to yell. But she didn't so much yell. But her voice was strained as she told him that she was trying to explain. "No. Don't. I know why. You think you're too good for me. I may be two years younger than you are, but I'm not a child." He just looked at her, staring into her eyes.
But when she grabbed a hold on his shirt and buried her face in his neck, he could feel every inch of his skin break out into goosebumps. He just stood there, not knowing quite what to do. Did he wrap his arms around her? Or did he push her away? Her heard her say his name, but it was more like a sigh. The feel of her breath on his skin, it just made shivers go down his spine.
Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him. He looked down at the top of her head, slowly breathing in the smell of her hair. Apples. He smiled, slightly. And then she looked up at him. With those big blue eyes. And a funny half smile. And she asked him not to be mad at her. Mad? He wasn't mad. He was hurt. There was a difference. A big difference.
"I'm not mad, Ree. I'm hurt. Do you have any idea.. Um, well, how it feels, to have these feelings for someone? And then have that person, like, play with your emotions? Because that's what you did. You knew how much I liked you. And you just.. You pushed me away." He sighed. He just looked at her, pushing the red hair out of her eyes.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 04:00 AM (GMT)
-He was right, he was dead on. She did think that because she was older that she was too good for him. And the fact that he was right made her feel worse. Reagan wished she were able to give him what he wanted, affection or whatever. Well at least she could give him part of what he wanted, if he would take it that was. She was here, perfectly willing for him.
She smiled softly when he tenderly pushed her hair out of her eyes, the gesture was suprisingly charming. But his words caused the smile to fade slightly as he accused her to toying with him. All she had wanted was to make him feel better, clearly she wasn't doing that. Oh but she would make him feel so good. She would give him something unforgettable-
"I'm sorry, Ethan. I don't know what it's like, I don't. But I do know that I don't want to make you mad, I don't want to push you away."
-Reagan had to stand on her tiptoes as she pressed her lips against his jawline and then lower against his neck. She wondered what his response was going to be, it would surely be quite intereting-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 04:12 AM (GMT)
Just her smile, it warmed him to the core. There was just something about her. Something that just drew him in. And that he couldn't escape. As much as he tried, that smile just made him melt. He sighed, looking into her eyes. One hand rested on her cheek, the other arm was wrapped around her waist.
She didn't want to push him away. Or make him mad. He just looked at her. He was completely blown away. If she didn't want to push him away, then why had she walked like she had? You don't just kiss someone and then walk away.. It wasn't right. How could someone do that? It wasn't fair. To either of them.
But when he felt her lips on his jawline, and then on his neck. His first instinct was to push her away. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her body away from his. "Reagan.. What.. I.. Why? I didn't think.. Why are you?" He stared at her, his skin feeling the heat of the fireplace. He turned, taking his wand out of his pocket. He turned to the fire, pointing his wand at the flames. "Aguamenti!" Immediately, water shot out of his wand, extinguishing the flames.
He turned his attention back to Reagan. "Don't kiss me unless you mean it. Don't.. Don't play with me." He looked at her, walking over to one of the couches. He sighed, covering his face with his hands. He knew his cheeks were bright red. He could feel them burning. In fact, all of his skin was hot. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, and then rolled up his sleeves. He turned his attention to Reagan. "I'm not just a.. I'm not a toy."
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 04:26 AM (GMT)
-She expected him to pull her close, for him to go all watery at her kiss and to practically pass out. Afterall this was the boy with the huge and unrequited crush on her, this was like all his dreams come true. But instead she felt his arms on her shoulders and she was pushed away suddenly. Reagan made a small noise of suprise and looked at him in sudden anger. How dare he push her away? Did he know who she was?!
Reagan watched as he doused the fire with his wand and then went back to the couch, scolding her and loosening his shirt. He was mad at her? God she was giving him everything he had ever dreamed of and he was pushing away. The stupid bastard didn't know how lucky he was. Well she was going to show him, damn it-
"What's wrong? I thought you liked me."
-She pouted slightly and then crossed her arms. Then a twinkle came into her eye and she slowly made her way towards him, slipping into his lap. Before he could protest her lips crashed against his in an amazingly passionate kiss. Her hands dug into his hair as she pulled him closer, kissing him until she couldn't breath and then she pulled back-
"Ethan...don't worry about it."
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 02:19 PM (GMT)
He hadn't expected her reaction. Not her angry eyes. Or the noise that came out of her mouth. He was surprised at his own actions as well. Why was he pushing her away? Why wasn't he just going along with this? She was kissing him. She was in his arms, kissing him. The one person he'd ever truly liked. And he pushed her away? It didn't make any sense. None of it. He couldn't look at her. Not after being such an ass.
His eyes looked up at her when she said something about him not liking her. "Like you? Reagan, you don't understand it. Not at all. I really like you. I really do. And now, you just.. You go and do this." He looked at her, as she crossed her arms over her chest. And pouted at him. And then, suddenly, she was in his lap, her lips on his. His hands rested on her hips, and he was suddenly kissing her back. One hand slid up her side, and her hands dug into his hair.
The whole world was spinning. He couldn't concentrate. Never in his life had he been kissed like this. He'd seen it, in one of the muggle soap opera shows his mother liked to watch. But he'd never know what it felt like. His skin was burning, there was a fluttering in his stomach. And then, she pulled away. His hand went to her hip once again.
Don't worry about what? Someone could walk in on them. That would be great. Weeks of detention for both of them. "Reagan.. I can't. I don't.. I mean, I want. I just don't. I've never.."
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 03:08 PM (GMT)
-He was still protesting, at least until she kissed him and then he was kissing her back. Reagan knew that he couldn't resist it for long, he was only a boy afterall. She felt his hands go up and twine into her hair, he was totally absorbed in the kiss she knew that for a moment she felt the thrill of triumph. When she broke away his hands settled on her hips once more and he was mumbling nervously, trying to demure still.
Reagan just smiled, he was nervous. That was understandable. He was probably a virgin still, he'd probably never been kissed. And she was his first big crush. Getting up off his lap, she reached down and pulled him to his feet as well. Lifting her head she kissed him again, slow and sensual and her hands went to his buttons, slowly she began to undo them, one by one-
"It's ok if you've never done this, I promise."
-She murmured this against his lips and then she pulled away, taking a few steps back from him. Reagan loosened her own tie and pulled it off, dropping it to the ground. Her shoes and her socks followed that so that she was barefoot, even shorter than before. Then she herself began to unbutton her own shirt, at least until the tops of her breasts showed and then she stopped and went back into his arms-
"Don't you want me?"
-Reagan asked him, her tone low and soft. Her lips pressed against his neck again and she was sure she would get a reaction-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 03:30 PM (GMT)
She tasted sweet. He didn't really have much to compare her to, but he liked how she tasted. His hands twirled into her hair. It was soft and felt silky. He wondered how it was that girls got their hair like that. Maybe it was just how they were. He didn't know.
He was surprised when she stood up. And pulled him up as well. Their lips met again, and he felt her fingers working at his buttons. He didn't protest. His mouth was occupied. He felt the cool air of the room hit his skin as she murmured something against his lips. Never done this? He'd never done anything. "What if.. I mean, someone could.. The door could fly open." He sighed as she pulled away from him.
Her tie was discarded, along with her shoes and socks. And then she began to unbutton her shirt. He saw her skin, and looked away. He'd never seen a girl before. Well, other than in one of those dirty magazines he'd found in his brother's room. In fact, he'd walked in on his middle brother. Looking at the magazine. And well, you know. Ethan had remembered running out of the house, his face beet red.
He looked at her, feeling her body against his once again. He looked into her eyes, hearing her ask if he wanted her. He nodded, but felt his cheeks burning. Someone could walk in.. Maybe they should take precautions against that. Was there some sort of spell? His arm wrapped around her, pulling her body against his.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 03:39 PM (GMT)
-He was scared, that they would get caught and Reagan had to bit her lip to stiffle a laugh. It was so cute really, with every little quirk he was slowly starting to enchant her. Reagan ran her hands up the bare skin of his torso, looking up at him with her blue eyes glimmering and her cheeks flushed slightly. With her red hair curling over her shoulders she was sure that she looked like every man's dream-
"This is the Room of Requirement, Ethan. If you don't want to be found, that is part of the magic. We won't be caught."
-Her voice was gentle and reassuring, she felt his arm go around her and she was pulled closer to him. Ah there, she knew he'd start participating before too long. Here she was, his dream girl, practically throwing herself at him. And he was only fifteen, there was no way he could have that much self control. She smiled slowly when he nodded, saying yes that he wanted her and then she kissed him again. Once more her hands worked at the buttons of her shirt until her own was hanging open, revealing a rather plain pink bra.
Reagan realized that she was probably totally in control, that he might not take any of the initiative. It was all rather cute really. She was going to be first, assuming he let it go that far. Which she was reasonably confident he was. In these kinds of situations it was always the girl that stopped and Reagan had not intention of stopping. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around Ethan's neck-
"Just relax, love."
-She reassured him, trailing kisses along his jawline and upwards towards his ear where she tugged on his earlobe gently with her teeth, knowing that was something most men liked-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 03:52 PM (GMT)
The Room of Requirement. He knew the magic. He just didn't know if it worked when it came to teachers. Or the Headmaster. Or anyone. He nodded, hearing her say that they wouldn't be caught. He trusted her, he did. He knew he should just go with it. Not worry about anything. She wouldn't do anything if she didn't want to?
He saw that smile creep across her lips once again and their lips met. Her hands were working on her own buttons. He looked down, seeing her shirt fall open. And reveal a pink bra. His eyes focused on her chest, until he shook his head and kissed her again, letting his lips trail over her cheek.
He felt her arm go around his neck, and he looked down at her. She told him to relax. Relax? His body was reacting already. Just having her close to him, he had goosebumps on every inch of his skin. Of course, he knew what was going to happen. They'd learned it in school. He knew. It wasn't like he was a total loser. He just.. He didn't know it would happen like this. With her.
"I know.." That was all he could say. Before her lips moved down over his jawline. And up to his ear. He jumped, feeling her tug on his earlobe with her teeth. His arms tightened around her, pressing her body against his. Her curves fit against him. "Reagan.. I might. I mean, I don't.. I could be.. Bad. At it."
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 04:00 PM (GMT)
-He was already tensing up, Reagan knew that because this was his first time things would probably go by pretty quickly. Most virgins were minutemen, no stamina at all. But it was understandable. Besides this was all for him, not her. She was doing this so that he could have at least one good memory of her, of his first crush. Reagan couldn't help but giggle slightly though, when he jumped after she tugged on his earlobe. It was adoreable. And his worries, understandable. He wouldn't necessarily be bad...just...quick. Not that she was going to tell him that-
"You need to stop worry, Ethan. If you worry you won't be able to enjoy anything."
-She was whispering to him, her tone soothing. Slowly she slid her shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Of course she had noticed the way his eyes had gone to her breasts earlier, it was a point of vanity for her that she had a pair of perfect and perky little breasts. She was beautiful, all of her. Reagan was vain.
Reaching back she found the clasp of her own bra, knowing that she couldn't trust Ethan with it. The things seemed to confuse all young boys. The clasp came undone easily in her well practiced hand and the bra became slack, easy for her to slip of so that she was naked from the waist up. Reaching up she slid Ethan's own shirt off, it joined hers on the floor and she pressed her body against his, their bare skin touching for the first time. Her lips worked against his neck and then his shoulder as she allowed him to get used to the contact-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 08:42 PM (GMT)
She giggled when he jumped. He knew she was just trying to be cute, but he hadn't been expecting any of that. He never knew his ears could cause that much of a reaction. He heard her whisper softly. Telling him not to worry, because if he worried, he wouldn't enjoy it. He couldn't help but worry. He hadn't been prepared for any of this. He hadn't had time to think.
He felt her shirt fall to the side. He let his arms loosen from around her waist slightly, his eyes scanning her form. She didn't look like those girls in the magazine. In fact, she was prettier. Her skin was pale, flawless. He watched her as she reached behind and unclasped her bra. He took in a sharp breath as it fell to the floor. He couldn't help but look. He moved his arms so she could slid off his own shirt.
Feeling her body press against his, he felt like he was going to explode. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was almost sure that she could feel it pounding against his ribs. He let out his deep breath, feeling her lips on his neck. And then on his shoulder. His hand slid up her back, to the back of her neck, under her hair.
His other hand slid over her skin. It was like velvet. His hand slid up her side, resting under her arm. His thumb flicked over her breast and he turned beet red.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 09:52 PM (GMT)
-Her lips tipped upwards when she heard the way he suddenly gasped when she had removed her bra, she felt his eyes automatically go over her body. Arrogant and beautiful, Reagan was proud of her body and was pleased to see that Ethan enjoyed it. He was surely incredibly nervous when she pressed against him, close enough to feel the wild way that his heart was beating. For some reason that sensation made her own heart rate increase.
Reagan closed her eyes when she felt his hand running up over the plane of her back, up to her neck, and finally into his hair. That caress made her forget that she was doing this just for his pleasure only. It was a gentle, touch and relaxed her, her breath came out soft and easy. For a moment she just leaned against him and then she felt his hand creep upwards, towards her chest where his thumb flicked lightly over the sensitive skin. Reagan hadn't been expecting it and gasped slightly in reaction. A pleasurable gasp. But when she looked up at him she saw that he was red faced.
Reaching up she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him fiercely, and again and again. A series of hard and hot kisses, intended to make him forget his nervousness, to get him hot for her. Even though she was quite sure that he was already-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 10:19 PM (GMT)
Their hearts were beating almost in unison. He could feel it when she leaned against him. He sighed softly, kissing her neck. He let his hand slid over her skin, resting on the side of her ribs. Her gasp made a shiver go down his spine. And then she looked up at him. His face was bright red, he could feel it.
Her hands cupped his face and she kissed him. Hard and hot. He kissed her back, pulling her body against his. He pulled away and looked at the floor. The cushion that had been on the floor, it had gotten bigger. And was now covered in pillows and soft blankets. This room was magic, he knew it now.
He looked into her eyes. His lips pressed against hers once again. He could feel his body reacting to having her against him. He pulled her closer, his lips trailing down her neck. "Reagan.." His hand drifted down to the top of her skirt. He hesitantly moved his hand to the zipper, unzipping it slowly. Her skirt fell to the ground.
He really didn't know what to do next. He found himself walking her backwards over to the cushion on the floor. Though, he didn't quite know how he was going to get her onto the cushion. He was enjoying having her body against his, skin on skin.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 10:34 PM (GMT)
-Ethan was definately not protesting anymore, instead he kept pulling her closer and kissing her, his body growing hot against hers. And then to her suprise she felt his hand on the zipper of her skirt, lingering there for one hesitant moment before pulling it down slowly. The material fell to the ground and pooled at her feet. He had said her name, only her name and then he was leading her towards a cushion that seemed to have expanded into a bed. Reagan stepped out of her skirt and followed him.
They made it to the edge of the bed, with Ethan still holding her but he seemed to hesitate once more, as if not sure what to do about the bed. Reagan took control once more, her hands expertly undoing his belt and then pulling it slowly out of the loops. She tossed it aside carelessly and her hands flicked open the button and undid the zipper. Reagan was quite good at this. Kissing him, she tugged down his pants and then pushing him so that he was sitting on the bed, she removed them totally. She straddled his lap so that both of them her sitting up on the edge of the bed-
"Excited?"
-She murmured to him playfully, it was quite clear that he was excited, she could feel it throught he thin material of their underwear, all that they were wearing now-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 10:52 PM (GMT)
He was still holding her as she stepped out of her skirt. And followed him over to the bed. He just looked at her, feeling her hands on his belt. She quickly undid it, letting the belt drop to the floor. And she expertly undid the buttons and the zipper on his pants. Their lips met once again, as he tugged on his pants.
Her felt himself hit the edge of the bed, and was pushed onto it. His pants were easily removed and Reagan was in his lap. He felt his body react and felt every inch of his skin flush. It was suddenly hot in the room. Or maybe it was just because he had a beautiful, almost naked girl in his lap. How did all of this happen? A few days ago, she'd pushed him away.
And now, there was barely anything separating them. His hands slid up her sides, hearing her mumble something about him being excited. He blushed again, biting his lip. He just let one hand move up to her cheek and he kissed her. He easily rolled her onto her back, making sure that her head hit the pillows. He had no idea what to do next, but he was sure he was moving in the correct direction.
His lips trailed down to her neck as he let one hand rest on the bed, and one on her hip. He kissed her gently, his lips working against her skin. His breathing was getting inconsistent.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 11:11 PM (GMT)
-He was really adoreable, the way he blushed at every word and every movement, Reagan found it almost charming. That he was a virgin, that she was the one with all the experience. She was used to be with more dominating guys, this was definately new for her. Then his hand was on her cheek and he was kissing her again, rolling over so that she was on her back, her head resting on the pillows and he was above her. A suprisingly smooth move.
Reagan broke away from the kiss and looked up at him, her hair spread out all over the pillows. The cushion/bed was soft and warm, she sank down in it. She was about to say something when suddenly Ethan's lips were on her neck. Her skin there was hypersensitive and Reagan gasped very softly, arching against him. She could hear the way his breathing was becoming irregular and decided that she should maybe speed things up. Afterall she didn't want him to be done before they had started.
Reaching down she found the hem of his boxers and inched them down over his hips, pushing them down his legs, and then finally using her own feet to kick them off the bed. Then she herself removed her own small pair of underwear. They were totally naked together, him on top of her. Reagan pushed his head away from her neck and pulled him into a tender kiss, her legs spread beneath him as she continued to let her lips work against his-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 11:24 PM (GMT)
He was taken aback when she broke away from the kiss. But his lips found their way onto her neck. Which was obviously a sensitive spot, cause her body arched up against his. He used this opportunity to slide one hand underneath her back. He could feel that the only barrier between them was their underwear.
But she obviously knew that as well. Because almost immediately after the thought crossed his mind, her hands were working off his boxers. They were quickly discarded, along with her own underwear. He looked down at her as she pulled him into a kiss.
Her legs were spread beneath him. His heart was pounding. He didn't really know what to do. Well, of course he knew what to do. He just didn't know how to. His hand slid between their bodies, trying to find his way. His hand found her, and her gently let his fingers slide into her. He looked at her, kissing her forehead.
He took a deep breath, gently guiding himself into her. He didn't want to move to quickly. But he didn't want to have her laugh at him. He was a virgin, afterall. He had no idea what he was doing.
reagan whitby - September 19, 2007 11:32 PM (GMT)
-Reagan knew that he was nervous but this was natural, this was instinct. He should know without being told what to do. Afterall here she was, open for him and ready, all he had to do was go for it. Instead she felt his hand between them, and then his fingers sliding into her, his lips on her forehead. Reagan was a bit confused, it was suprisingly tender. For a moment her eyes flickered upwards, looking at him for a moment.
And then she felt him inside her and her eyes slammed shut again, her arms went around him instinctively, almost as if he was an anchor. Reagan realized that she had been holding her breath and let it out slowly, they were lying still. Pressing her lip against his she lifted her hips, her body arched against his urging him to move. She was glad that she wasn't the virgin in this situation. Reagan remembered her first time very well, mostly the part where it was painful.
She moved her lips to his neck, kissing him again and again gently as her hips pressed against him. Reagan nipped at his skin playfully, not hard enough to break the skin or really leave any marks at all. She just hoped it would spur him into action-
ethan wood - September 19, 2007 11:46 PM (GMT)
He figured that it was all instinct, and he'd be fine. He was just nervous about hurting her. Though, it wasn't supposed to hurt, right? He assumed she wasn't a virgin. He just didn't want to hurt her. He'd be horrified if he actually caused her pain.
He felt her arch up against him, his hand slid down her leg. He looked down at her, kissing her softly. He knew he had to move, he knew that. It was just his damn conscience. He knew she wanted him. He just needed to keep going. He felt her lips move to his neck, and he rested his head in the curve of her shoulder.
He gently pressed further into her. His hips crashed against hers as he guided her leg around him. He moved again, letting his lips trail over her neck. He felt her teeth nipping at his skin and he let out a deep breath. He continued to move against her, pressing into her and then moving out. Over and over again. He could feel the sweat building up on his skin.
His other hand pressed against her back, holding her close to him. His lips trailed over her skin, finding the spot behind her ear. He pressed harder as his lips worked at that spot. He then wrapped his arms up around her shoulders and moved his lips onto her collarbone. And then to the space between her breasts.
reagan whitby - September 20, 2007 12:01 AM (GMT)
-Finally he was moving, withdrawing only to push into her again while his lips were on her neck. His rhythm was easy to follow and soon each time that he pushed into her again, Reagan raised her own hips to meet him so that he was buried deep inside her. Their pace was easy, slow, Ethan was holding her against him as if he craved being as close to her as possible.
Reagan found that she losing herself a bit in the moment, not having to fake the fact that she was getting pleasure from his touches. He moved slightly harder into her, making her gasp at the sudden change. His lips moved downwards, to the space between her breasts. Reagan found herself arching up against him even more as if begging for him to be faster. Harder-
"Ethan..."
-His name was a breathy little moan, she leaned her head back into the pillows to press herself against him. Her hands found his back and she dug in her nails slightly, ranking them slowly down the skin of his back. She wanted him wild for her, she wanted him never to forget this-
ethan wood - September 20, 2007 12:23 AM (GMT)
Every time he pressed into her, she'd raise her hips to meet him. He was sort of shocked at how far he was pressing into her. But, she didn't seem to be telling him to stop. So, he kept going. As he pressed harder, he heard her gasp. But he didn't stop. Instead, his lips worked against her skin.
That space between her breasts was obviously something she liked. She arched against him. He moved harder, and a bit faster. His lips found hers as she said his name. It sounded like a song, coming out of her lips. He just kissed her. Moving against her harder and faster.
He felt her nails dig into his skin and he picked up his head. That would leave a mark. He just looked at her, his eyes glassed over. He kissed her softly as he moved faster. His hand slid up to her side, letting his hand rest on her breast. The other hand was on the bed, holding him steady.
He could barely keep breathing. His breaths were coming out shattered and inconsistent. He rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her skin. He loved her. He knew it. He loved her. He just didn't know how to tell her. He lifted his head, looking into her eyes.
"Reagan.. I.." He couldn't say it. He didn't want to ruin this. He moved harder, feeling her body against his.
reagan whitby - September 20, 2007 12:31 AM (GMT)
-He seemed to be getting the hang of it, at least he was starting to move faster and harder into her. He kept kissing her as his pace increased, as his movements became stronger. Reagan began to drift away, to loose herself in the suprising pleasure of being with him. Who knew that a virgin boy, two years younger could get her to sail away in bliss. Every touch was perfect, his hand that settled over her breast, his head buried in the curve of her shoulder.
Reagan heard a moan of pleasure and realized a moment later that it had issued from her own lips. She was moaning for him! God her friends would laugh so hard if they knew. Reagan Whitby, Little Miss Perfect lying underneath a fifteen year old boy and moaning for him. This really had to be kept a secret.
Vaguely she heard him speak and opened her eyes, her vision was blurry and took a moment to correct itself. He had said her name and something else, like he wanted to tell her something. Instead he just began to move harder and Reagan let out a strangled groan of pleasure, trying to hold it back. He was pushing into her so hard that she began to slid upwards, the smooth blankets offering to resistence. Reagan had to dig her heels into the cushion offering him more leverage and a new angle as she lifted her hips up even furthur-
ethan wood - September 20, 2007 12:46 AM (GMT)
He heard a moan escape her lips, and it just made him begin to come unhinged. Every inch of his body was on fire. He could feel it. He'd never felt anything like this. He kept going, even though he could feel his muscles tensing.
As he moved harder, he felt her dig her heels into the cushion and move her hips. It gave him a different angle. Another groan left her lips and he just let his head rest on her shoulder as he pressed into her. He was beginning to get lightheaded as he moved harder and faster. He just kept breathing, though, the breaths were coming out more like groans.
His arms wrapped around her, trying to hold her as close as possible. It felt like his body was going to explode. He just buried his head in her shoulder, kissing every inch of skin that he could reach. His teeth nipped at her shoulder as he tried to keep himself from screaming. It was like he needed to scream. Get all of the pressure out.
He finally groaned. He slowed down, his head was spinning. He pressed into her once more, as hard and as deep as possible. And then he collapsed onto her. "Reagan.. God." It was all he could do. He was trying to catch his breath.
reagan whitby - September 20, 2007 12:58 AM (GMT)
-She felt his movements becoming more frenzied and more irregular, his muscles tensing and she knew he wouldn't last much longer. Reagan hadn't thought she'd really enjoy this. Oh sure it'd be fun, it would take up some time, it would make him happy. Now it was like he was tearing her apart. His breaths were coming out like groans and she knew that he was very close.
Reagan felt him holding her even closer, it was hard to breath and her body was hot with sweat, it clung on the air. She moved her head slightly as he buried his head in her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh and causing her to moan again. It was like she was out of control of herself. Then he groaned, slowed down, pushed deep and harder inside her. She felt him release within her and for some reason the sensation triggered her own tumultuous end.
His weight collapsed onto her, she heard him say her name and then invoke the name of that sacred entity. This was his first time, he was probably reeling from the experience. She herself felt spent, her breath was hard and heavy still but she remembered him. Reaching up she tugged on his hair, giving it a good yank, then she began to run her fingers through his hair, massaging him lightly knowing that it would make it easier, knowing that it would calm him-
"Its ok."
-She whipsered to him soothingly, her own breathing coming more steadily as she laid back on the bed beneath him, her eyes closing slowly. Her hands continued their work, running through his hair gently and softly-
ethan wood - September 20, 2007 01:19 AM (GMT)
He never expected to feel like this. Sure, he knew it would be incredible. But not like this. It was like the world was spinning. He just looked at her, his head resting on her shoulder. He kissed her neck, his lips pressing softly against her skin.
He felt her hand tug on his hair, and then her fingers were massaging his head. He was still catching his breath, and her fingers were helping him to relax. He heard her say that it was okay.. What did that mean? He just sighed against her skin, pulling out of her. He rolled onto his side, pulling her body against his.
He looked at the clock on the wall. Damn. His free period was almost over. He had just enough time to get a quick shower and then get to his History of Magic class. He didn't know what to do now. He really wanted to sleep. Maybe he could get out of class. Say he was sick, or something like that.
His arms slid around her, his fingers making circles on her back. He kissed her gently. "Wow."
reagan whitby - September 20, 2007 01:26 AM (GMT)
-He moved off of her but Reagan didn't have a chance to pull away because once more his arm was around her, pulling her close to him. His fingers traced little patterns on her back in a way that caused her to feel relaxed and tired, she wanted to sleep. Reagan was on the verge of drifting away right there in his arms when he spoke, a single word. A wow, of amazement. Clearly he had enjoyed his first time. Reagan smiled slightly and kissed his mouth before pulling away-
"We have class."
-She said softly. That was that, that was her one time deal. Her sympathy shag. Reagan found her undergarments and put them on and then rooted around until she found the rest of her clothing and arranged them perfect. Running her fingers through her mussed hair she was able to fix it mostly. She looked almost normal except for her eyes were overly bright and her cheeks her red. And her hair was slightly damp-
"I'll see you later."
-And with that Reagan picked up her bag and left the room without a second glance-
ethan wood - September 20, 2007 01:33 AM (GMT)
He could have fallen asleep, right there. With her warm body next to his. His fingers continued to move in patterns on her skin. He looked at her, seeing her smile. Their lips met softly before she pulled away, mentioning something about class.
He sighed, rolling onto his back. He watched her get dressed and was just about to pull her back into the bed when she turned and said she'd see him later. She was leaving? That was all she had to say? He closed his eyes, hearing her pick up her bag and go out of the door.
He got dressed, not worrying about how he looked. He had time to take a quick shower before class. He gathered his things before looking around the room. Slowly, things were beginning to disappear. He sighed softly before smoothing his hair and leaving the room.
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