The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[littledhampir]

[Those kisses were the very thing that kept her from thinking too much, like a slow drip feed of lust to keep her thoughts on him and not on what the hell she was doing going to the apartment of a boy whose name she didn't even know.

Roses eyes moved over the scattered belongings, the windows in the room, subconsciously looking for exits, something born from habit rather than a concern for her own safety. You could take the Guardian out of her home but a girl trained from the time she could walk would never be able to relax.

The kiss focused her once more, Rose's hands cupping his face, fingertips skimming cheekbones as they moved back through his hair. She tipped her chin, exposing the curve of her neck, his words sending a rush of excitement that started in her chest and made her stomach swirl, making the brunette turn her head so she could meet his gaze.]

I'm Rose.

[A simple reply, her voice barely above a whisper, made husky with desire.]

[waywardboy]

Connor.

[It was an automatic response, his own voice low and dangerous as something almost completely foreign began to take hold of him. Lust was a thing he had only ever caught a passing glimpse of, only brushed with his very fingertips before the source had been yanked away so suddenly that he never quite realized what it is he had touched.

He began to kiss his way along her neck as the curve of it became exposed, each kiss warm and lingering just a touch longer than the last. One arm remained firmly around her waist, deceptively strong when one considering how very thin he was, and he used it to guide her towards the couch, doing his best to keep her warmth pinned against him.

He paused for the briefest of moments as the back of his legs met with the sofa, as though something had suddenly occurred to him.]

I promise... I won't hurt you.

[His voice had softened, almost pleading.]

I didn't mean... I don't want to scare you.

[littledhampir]

[An almost silent warning pulsed in the back of her head, a Dhampir trained to sense danger the way a fisherman could feel their catch before it even took the bait and yet it didn't fit, the near menace of Connor's voice at war with his touch, those kisses making a shiver slide down her spine as he pulled her across the room, her own fingers twitching with a need to touch him as his lips found her pulse.

Nobody had ever spoken to her like that and she very nearly laughed, surprise making her eyes widen as she pulled back enough to look at him.]

You can't hurt me.

[It was a statement of fact, not an assurance, Rose's features relaxing at his change in tone, even a hint of a smile touching her mouth, as if the brunette had a secret that she wasn't sharing. She lifted her hand to brush the hair from Connor's face, her lips brushing his temple, his jaw, teasing at his lips.]

And I don't scare easily.

[Some of that arrogance Rose had always been known for shining through as her mouth claimed his, practically trying to steal his breath as she pressed him back towards the couch.]

[waywardboy]

[He toppled backwards, all but falling onto the couch and suddenly hopelessly awkward, the adrenaline rush beginning to fade as he let her take the lead for the time being. He returned each ardent kiss eagerly, long fingers tangling themselves in her dark hair as he held her lips against his, breaking only when it was absolutely necessary to breathe and even then, only for the briefest of moments.

He regained some of the confidence that had been inspired by instinct, leaning back so that his head came to rest against the arm of the sofa and putting a hand against her hip to guide her on top of him, blindly, his vision hindered by the fact that he could not brings himself to stop kissing her long enough to tend to anything else.]

Good... that's good. I'm glad.

[littledhampir]

[They fell to the couch in a tangle of limbs, knees and elbows digging into ribcage and thighs as they tried to find their rhythm, bodies clumsy even if their lips seemed to find their way to each other, the desperation of wanting more making this a flustered frenzy of touches as Rose found her way on top of Connor, her legs sinking into the cushions as she straddled him.

All that was missing was a six foot something Russian storming in like death in a cowboy duster, Rose breaking a second to breathe as that image popped into her head. That day seemed like a lifetime ago and she'd thought she'd changed a lot since then and yet, here she was, only a couple of months in this place and she might as well have been that girl that had been dragged back to the Academy by an army of Guardians and not the one who had grown up fast in the space of twelve months.

Rose pressed her forehead to his, their arms a cage that kept them in this unrealistic haze of want and yet as Rose tried to catch her breath, words that had been spoken to her a long time ago pounded in her head.]

Why are we doing this? Exactly? I mean it's nice, and it feels – really, really good...

[Unsure if she was trying to talk herself into this, or out of it.]

[waywardboy]

[Confusion flickered across his face, darkened his eyes. One hand remained at her hip while the other cupped the side of her face, his fingers slipping from her hair. He studied her for a moment, eyebrows knit together in thought as though he struggled to understand the question.]

Why?

[It was an echo, more than anything, but with the question between them now, he honestly wasn't sure.

Why?

Why did anyone do this, anyway?]

... it feels right. Doesn't it feel right?

[littledhampir]

[It felt good, it felt exciting but she wasn't sure it actually felt right. Rose could too easily imagine the judgement in Dimitri's voice, an echo of her past but that memory brought with it more recent ones, a bitterness tightening her chest that she mentally tried to shake off. Maybe if his opinion still mattered a damn to her she would have gotten up and left this apartment but after all had been said and done? He had no say in what she did any more and he'd made it clear he didn't care.]

Yeah...

[Pushing thoughts of the life she'd lived before here to the back of her mind.]

Yeah it does.

[With those three words her lips sought his once more, Rose's fingers combing back through his hair as her tongue pressed forward to taste him. A soft moan vibrated against Connor's lips and she pressed her chest to his, trying to steal his warmth as her leg stretched out to rub against his body.]