Post by ALLEANA LEI MOON on Apr 15, 2014 12:58:29 GMT -5
She smirked as he pocketed the object again. "You believe in luck?" She arched a surprised at him. "You always seemed like the type to believe in making your own." She did after all. While one didn't grow up in the magical world without developing some respect for supersition, but for the most part Ally believed a person made their own destiny, and anyone who knew her at all could see that. A shrug as she added: "But you're right, no harm in it really I guess." She wondered if he had it on him all the time. She thought of the ring on her right hand. While not technically a family heirloom, she wore it as a reminder of her family, of where she came from. Sometimes it managed to strenghthen the ties that held her somewhat in check, other times it gave her courage for cutting loose, doing things most people would consider (and rightly so) insane. She ran the thumb of her other hand over it now, The question was, which did she need right now? Strings or courage?
She thought about that, but found herself more forgiving of it than he seemed to be. "They grew up in a different era, Cam." Her grandma Rose would go into shock if she knew of some of the things Ally had pulled over the years. Ally loved her grandmother, but understood that she had been raised and ultimately had lived a very different kind of life. It wasn't something Cameron seemed able to excuse, and she admitted she might feel the same way if her parents had tried contracting her out. "Some people never venture out of the things they were raised in" she pointed out. "Its their loss really." She smirked, "that's for sure, but I don't think the world is ready for that sort of thing yet." She knew society deemed nudity a very private thing in most cases, and while she wasn't going to discuss it with Cameron, she agreed. There were parts of yourself, both physical and emotional that were private, meant for a carefully selected group. It reminded her of what Aiden had said in his dorm about not understanding how she could do something so personal without giving a part of herself away. She looked up into Cameron's eyes suddenly for a long moment. Had she? Was there something of her that was now his? Whether she'd meant to give it to him or not?
It was a disconcerting thought and she bit her lip as it entered her mind and held there. He spoke in her ear, and it wasn't so much the endearment as the words around it that caught her attention. Inflexible? Her? She smirked. Still, as she stared at the picture in question, at one of her many faces, she allowed herself, for just a moment, to wonder. Could it be? She asked herself, and then, after a beat: Did it matter? Even if he was telling the truth, in practicality it changed very little. Still, if he did feel something, anything really, it gave her justification for feeling something too, and she did, she admitted, barely audible even in her own mind. She felt something. "Details change" she murmured softly, "preferences, knowledge, but..." She was still staring at the drawing. "The core of a person...that doesn't usually change much." She tore her eyes away from the wall to look at him. 'What is there at your core, Cameron?' she wanted to ask, but didn't. unaware that her expression did it for her. She found it was something she very much wanted to know, to understand.
He cupped her face, and though she leaned into it almost reflexively, her eyes didn't close the way they normally did. She was still studying him, still half-lost in her own thoughts, still reeling from the earth-shattering admission no one would ever hear. Trust....her mind echoed. Did she trust Cameron? With her body certainly, with certain aspects of herself, but... Her thoughts were going fuzzy, so tangled around her thoughts of him, her desire, her confusion over the drawing and its subsequent assurances. It all became like white-noise, clouding everything and making it difficult to think clearly. After a moment, the only thing piercing through the fog was his voice, reassuring her, calming her. He would protect her, had gone out of his way to protect her reputation, had never hurt her, had always taken care of her. Those things were true. He had never given her a reason not to trust him, none at all. Though she did not respond audibly, she did nod slowly, and something in her noticeably relaxed.
If it was true, if it didn't matter what happened today because tomorrow everything would be different, then why shouldn't she enjoy today? Live for the moment? Especially if it was going to be her last moment with him. The thought didn't make her sad just then, it came as justification for what she was about to do. Cameron represented a safe place to feel, and the sensations he gave her, the memories of them, were like a drug to her, coursing into her through his fingertips, his voice, the way he looked at her. She felt....she just felt....and when he touched her, kissed her, possessed her, she didn't resist him, not because she couldn't have so much as because she could no longer think of any reason to do so. He led her and she came willingly where he wanted to go, pouring herself, passion, energy, and desire into every touch and look and movement. It was everything she had ever come to expect of him and more, and one by one her barriers, stubbornly erected and carefully maintained, fell. They did not crash as one might have expected, but rather crumbled. Slowly and with agonizing thoroughness, he touched the deepest parts of her: body, mind, and spirit.
It was a feeling unlike anything Ally had experienced before, oddly more like a first high than the first time had been. How could an hour and a half stretch so far as to become a lifetime? Or was it only that time had ceased to matter in those moments when the minutes had melted into one another, into an endless array of climb and peak and fall again, further into him than she'd ever imagined possible. She lay there when it was over, eyes closed, limbs heavy, completely relaxed for several moments, until his voice drew her slowly, almost grudgingly from that place inside herself. Her name, as it fell from his lips, coaxed her eyes open and she focused on him through the haze, eyes warm and dark and shining, a previously unseen sapphire blue. She let the words wash over her, affirm her, gave him the power in that moment to make or break her, though it was unlikely she would ever fully know she'd done so. "I...don't think I could forget...that." She murmured, voice low until she cleared her throat and swallowed. His fingers on her skin, creating small, spark-like aftershocks, putting life back into her where there had been only willingness.
The picture...she thought of it now and a small smile found its way to her expression, tugging at the corners of her mouth. She touched his shoulder, ran her fingers down the length of his arm, memorizing him. Her mind having conveniently forgotten for the moment this would be the last time for them. Under normal circumstances, his question would have earned cheek, maybe even sarcasm, but at the moment..."Yes" she murmured, still contenting herself with memorizing his form with her fingertips. "I would."
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She thought about that, but found herself more forgiving of it than he seemed to be. "They grew up in a different era, Cam." Her grandma Rose would go into shock if she knew of some of the things Ally had pulled over the years. Ally loved her grandmother, but understood that she had been raised and ultimately had lived a very different kind of life. It wasn't something Cameron seemed able to excuse, and she admitted she might feel the same way if her parents had tried contracting her out. "Some people never venture out of the things they were raised in" she pointed out. "Its their loss really." She smirked, "that's for sure, but I don't think the world is ready for that sort of thing yet." She knew society deemed nudity a very private thing in most cases, and while she wasn't going to discuss it with Cameron, she agreed. There were parts of yourself, both physical and emotional that were private, meant for a carefully selected group. It reminded her of what Aiden had said in his dorm about not understanding how she could do something so personal without giving a part of herself away. She looked up into Cameron's eyes suddenly for a long moment. Had she? Was there something of her that was now his? Whether she'd meant to give it to him or not?
It was a disconcerting thought and she bit her lip as it entered her mind and held there. He spoke in her ear, and it wasn't so much the endearment as the words around it that caught her attention. Inflexible? Her? She smirked. Still, as she stared at the picture in question, at one of her many faces, she allowed herself, for just a moment, to wonder. Could it be? She asked herself, and then, after a beat: Did it matter? Even if he was telling the truth, in practicality it changed very little. Still, if he did feel something, anything really, it gave her justification for feeling something too, and she did, she admitted, barely audible even in her own mind. She felt something. "Details change" she murmured softly, "preferences, knowledge, but..." She was still staring at the drawing. "The core of a person...that doesn't usually change much." She tore her eyes away from the wall to look at him. 'What is there at your core, Cameron?' she wanted to ask, but didn't. unaware that her expression did it for her. She found it was something she very much wanted to know, to understand.
He cupped her face, and though she leaned into it almost reflexively, her eyes didn't close the way they normally did. She was still studying him, still half-lost in her own thoughts, still reeling from the earth-shattering admission no one would ever hear. Trust....her mind echoed. Did she trust Cameron? With her body certainly, with certain aspects of herself, but... Her thoughts were going fuzzy, so tangled around her thoughts of him, her desire, her confusion over the drawing and its subsequent assurances. It all became like white-noise, clouding everything and making it difficult to think clearly. After a moment, the only thing piercing through the fog was his voice, reassuring her, calming her. He would protect her, had gone out of his way to protect her reputation, had never hurt her, had always taken care of her. Those things were true. He had never given her a reason not to trust him, none at all. Though she did not respond audibly, she did nod slowly, and something in her noticeably relaxed.
If it was true, if it didn't matter what happened today because tomorrow everything would be different, then why shouldn't she enjoy today? Live for the moment? Especially if it was going to be her last moment with him. The thought didn't make her sad just then, it came as justification for what she was about to do. Cameron represented a safe place to feel, and the sensations he gave her, the memories of them, were like a drug to her, coursing into her through his fingertips, his voice, the way he looked at her. She felt....she just felt....and when he touched her, kissed her, possessed her, she didn't resist him, not because she couldn't have so much as because she could no longer think of any reason to do so. He led her and she came willingly where he wanted to go, pouring herself, passion, energy, and desire into every touch and look and movement. It was everything she had ever come to expect of him and more, and one by one her barriers, stubbornly erected and carefully maintained, fell. They did not crash as one might have expected, but rather crumbled. Slowly and with agonizing thoroughness, he touched the deepest parts of her: body, mind, and spirit.
It was a feeling unlike anything Ally had experienced before, oddly more like a first high than the first time had been. How could an hour and a half stretch so far as to become a lifetime? Or was it only that time had ceased to matter in those moments when the minutes had melted into one another, into an endless array of climb and peak and fall again, further into him than she'd ever imagined possible. She lay there when it was over, eyes closed, limbs heavy, completely relaxed for several moments, until his voice drew her slowly, almost grudgingly from that place inside herself. Her name, as it fell from his lips, coaxed her eyes open and she focused on him through the haze, eyes warm and dark and shining, a previously unseen sapphire blue. She let the words wash over her, affirm her, gave him the power in that moment to make or break her, though it was unlikely she would ever fully know she'd done so. "I...don't think I could forget...that." She murmured, voice low until she cleared her throat and swallowed. His fingers on her skin, creating small, spark-like aftershocks, putting life back into her where there had been only willingness.
The picture...she thought of it now and a small smile found its way to her expression, tugging at the corners of her mouth. She touched his shoulder, ran her fingers down the length of his arm, memorizing him. Her mind having conveniently forgotten for the moment this would be the last time for them. Under normal circumstances, his question would have earned cheek, maybe even sarcasm, but at the moment..."Yes" she murmured, still contenting herself with memorizing his form with her fingertips. "I would."
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Lyrics: Feel This Moment - Christina Aguilera
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Outfit: here
Lyrics: Feel This Moment - Christina Aguilera
Notes: HATE HATE HATE HATE...but wow what a write-up
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