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       #Post#: 32902--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 1, 2012, 7:13 am
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       He freed his arm, earning a slight moan from Lya, the woman
       rolling to her back, and throwing her arms over her head
       haphazardly. She still slept deeply, the scrunchie left behind
       when she rolled onto her back. Her dark hair was a disorganized,
       loosely spiraled mass.
       She twitched not at all as that shower started, and the
       complaint came from Elliot. She's still in much the same
       position, on her back, when he gets out of the shower. The
       comforter is barely clinging to the curves of her breasts, and
       not really keeping them very well covered. She resembles a very
       R rated Sleeping Beauty.
       She does seem to smell him as he gets out of the shower, and
       mutters in a mostly asleep fashion. "El, come back to bed.
       Please?" She rolled to face where her nose told her he was,
       disturbing the comforter further, and dragging it down to her
       hips. Hair a bed rumpled mess, skin warm and flushed, honey eyes
       barely open, Cupid's bow mouth pouting, and a good amount of her
       curves on display. If it weren't for being mostly asleep, one
       might almost supect feminine wiles to get her wish.
       #Post#: 32903--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Tayboski Date: November 1, 2012, 7:41 am
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       Elliot walks out of the bathroom back in his pjs huddled over,
       shivering, and almost in tears. When he heard Lya, there was
       nothing the teen wanted to do more than to comply. Once he'd
       seen the woman's body however, he hesitated. Eyes growing wide
       and almost cursing as the blood began to rush to his face and
       his loins again, though this time it wasn't from morning wood.
       Before the issue became noticeable, the teen quickly spun away
       from Lya placing one hand on the wall to stop himself as he
       began thinking about a long list of unpleasant things to reverse
       his growing lust as he cleared his throat. "err... I don't think
       that would be a good idea right now... for many reasons,"the
       teen stammered out glancing back over his shoulder at her before
       quickly looking away. "ah... you uhh... might wanna cover up
       Lya-chan...," he said flatly hoping that she'd comply. Then,
       maybe he'd crawl back into bed with her, if he could trust
       himself to hold back...
       #Post#: 32906--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 1, 2012, 8:14 am
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       The rustle of the sheets came, as did footfalls behind him. She
       pulls one of her white tank tops over her head. It covered the
       basics, at the very least. She crawled back under the covers,
       yawning softly. "There, all covered. You're cold, cher. I can
       see you shivering. Come back to bed. Please?" There's more of
       pleading note in her voice now.
       A look behind him shows the half awake Lya, true to her word,
       covered. But employing big amber eyes, hopeful and pleading at
       once, as well as a her lower lip. She realized what the issue
       likely was, but didn't particularly mind. Men would be men, and
       their bodies reflected that saying often enough. Perhaps it was
       the slightly more animal part of her, but she didn't find as
       much embarrassment to be had.
       #Post#: 32925--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Tayboski Date: November 1, 2012, 7:12 pm
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       Elliot swallowed hard, he knew he was cornered; he couldn't
       resist Lya's pleading voice, at least not yet. With a consenting
       sigh, the teen turned around blinking. Drawn in even more by
       Lya's appearance, the teen could no longer stop himself from
       walking back over to the bed with a shy, flustered look on his
       face as he climbed back under the covers with the woman and laid
       down next to her.
       #Post#: 32931--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 1, 2012, 7:52 pm
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       He may have laid facing her, but he wasn't looking at her. Her
       foot slid forward, her toes padding at his calf. Her slender
       legs twined with his, if he let them, and she slid closer,
       pressing against his form. Her hand rested against his hip, as
       the No Moon looked up into Elliot's face. Her face near his, Lya
       whispered to him. "You don't have to be shy or ashamed, cher. I
       won't faint because you're a male." The No Moon smiled sweetly
       at him, the humor of the situation in her eyes, though she's
       certainly not laughing at him.
       Her arm bent beneath her head as a pillow, she laid her head on
       it, still looking up at him. Her eyes were still heavy with
       sleep, her form pliant with it. Her hand flattened slightly,
       moving in small strokes. Like the sensory creature she was, she
       sought his skin to play her palms and fingertips over. She
       watched him, blinking slowly.
       #Post#: 32937--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Tayboski Date: November 1, 2012, 8:34 pm
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       "But what if I faint because your you?" The teen thought looking
       away for a moment more before sighing and giving in, looking Lya
       in the eye.
       Elliot flinched but didn't resist cuddling with Lya. In fact, he
       was completely compliant with it, moving his body as needed to
       become even more entwined with hers. Ocean blue eyes became
       half-lidded as he relaxed, slowly giving in to his feelings. His
       blush deepened as he gave up resisting the atmosphere, the bulge
       in his pants becoming more and more defined with each soft
       stroke from the No Moon, finally, a slender, yet strong hand
       reached up gently stroking her cheek as he looked her in the
       eye, his own becoming clouded with lust.
       "Lya-chan... I...," he said, but frowned. Externally, he was
       ready to make a move on the woman, yet, internally, it felt
       wrong. Lya had come to him in a moment of weakness. To make a
       move now would be taking advantage of her... right? Not to
       mention that she was still with... Gregor...
       The teen sighed, all lust drained from him in an instant as he
       looked away from her again. His mind and his body tugged at his
       heart as he laid there, hand still on her cheek, unsure of what
       he should do next.
       #Post#: 32941--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 1, 2012, 9:12 pm
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       Her face tilted itself to lay in his hand, her honey colored
       eyes on his. She watched them cloud, watched his color rise. And
       then watched him debate with himself. And saw the moment when
       his doubts washed over him, and that haze faded from him.
       Had she known that he still thought her behavior from weakness,
       she might have balled up her fist and knocked sense into him. As
       it was, she knew the reasons for his hesitation to a point. And
       most of them had to do with Gregor. And that, she couldn't blame
       him for. Not with knowing how Elliot felt about her.
       She knew that, sooner or later, she'd need to tell Elliot some
       of what had come clear in her mind. Not right at this moment.
       Right then, she didn't want to talk about it, even if it would
       ease him or make him happy. She wasn't ready. And after last
       night, she refused to do anything she wasn't ready for anymore.
       But she wasn't a cruel woman. And she wouldn't just leave the
       man unsure and wracking his conscience.
       "When I was packing, I left a message for Gregor. If he cares
       to, he'll find it. Otherwise, it's only more proof in a pile
       growing higher and higher. I told him I'm not his. That I'd
       stopped being his when I found out that he'd never had any plans
       to come back to me. In order to have me, he's got a lot to
       overcome and prove. And from his behavior, he'd rather simply
       hide." She hadn't originally planned to say all fo this, but
       instinct said he had to know.
       She looked up at him, lower lip nibbled between her teeth. And
       hoped that she hadn't made the wrong choice in telling him. Her
       hand had stilled, but lay flat against his skin. She moved
       closer, as close as she could, and let her face find the crook
       of his neck and the turn of his jaw. Here she nuzzled, and gave
       an audible inhalation of his scent. It was the most speaking
       silent gesture she could make. He wouldn't ever be anyone to her
       than who he was.
       #Post#: 32948--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Tayboski Date: November 1, 2012, 9:57 pm
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       Elliot's eyes widened in shock. He stayed that way for a while
       as Lya cuddled closer to him and his mind slowly blanked out.
       She's single now... then that means...
       Free from most of his guilt, Elliot wrapped his arms around Lya
       squeezing her tightly as he nuzzled her head and kissed it. He
       pressed his body into hers allowing himself to fully enjoy the
       warmth of her body and the softness of her skin as he did the
       same as her, deeply and audiably inhaling her scent. But it
       wasn't enough; he wanted more, he wanted her lips.
       "Lya-chan...," he said softly releasing his embrace enough that
       he could gently nudge her chin up so he could look into her
       beautiful amber eyes before closing his own and softly, gently,
       planting a kiss on her cupid's bow lips.
       #Post#: 32961--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 1, 2012, 10:42 pm
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       Ely gave a soft sigh, her hand moving again on his skin. Her
       palm slid over his sides, his back, one of her nails sliding
       light and gentle down his spine every so often, just to send
       that quiver up his spine. She hid her face against his chest for
       a moment. Until she felt him seeking her chin.
       She lifted her head slowly, looking into his eyes. She nibbled
       playfully at his fingers, tilting her head, and letting her lips
       meet his. Those amber eyes fell closed, and she made just the
       slightest of sounds. And fell warm and pliant in his arms. After
       she'd all but plastered herself to him.
       #Post#: 32978--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 502
       By: Tayboski Date: November 1, 2012, 11:47 pm
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       Elliot moaned softly against her lips, his passion building to
       unbearable levels now that it could finally be released.
       Elliot's kiss slowly became more passionate... more intense...
       until finally it was a make out session, and a bit of a messy
       one at that as the teen began to spiral out of control.
       "Lya-chan... Lya-chan!!!" Elliot gasped between kisses until he
       eventually broke the kiss for air. With a surprising amount of
       dominance and agility, Elliot flipped the pair over so that he
       was on top of Lya, both of his legs between her own as he looked
       down at her hungrily, panting, like a starved wolf that had
       finally captured her prey. "Lya-chan...," he said again in
       nearly a whisper. If she had any reservations, and doubts, now
       would be the time to say it. If she waited any longer to stop
       him, it would be too late as he slowly dips his head and begins
       to kiss her neck, his knee shuffling forward beneath the
       blankets to nudge an area that probably didn't get such
       attention before now.
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