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Post by Vannah Becker on Jul 30, 2018 17:58:29 GMT -5
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385 words | Vannah sat on the bed of her hotel room, gripping her phone and anxiously scrolling through social media. A tiny little Eevee was curled up next to her asleep. She absentmindedly stroked it's soft fur while desperately waiting on a reply. Ken had left her a package at work, and inside it had been a sloppily-written letter and his Eevee's pokeball.
Vannah looked down to the Eevee, feeling all sorts of emotions at once. Compassion, love, worry, anxiety, and more. Indiana was just... so tiny. So little. She didn't even understand what had happened yet. The note lay sprawled out beside them because Vannah kept rereading it over and over and over again. And when she wasn't rereading the note, she was rereading their texts.
He had said that he really liked her in both the letter and the texts... and through it, Vannah had said she liked him too. She still felt silly, having such a crush on somebody she had only just met this month, but he really was super sweet and adorable.... At least from what she had seen. He had never been weird or creepy like so many other guys are. Ken had spent the night and never made her feel uncomfortable, whereas most other people would have tried to take a nosedive into her pants. Ken was different and... she liked it a lot. But admitting it, especially to him, just made her feel embarrassed.
But finally, he was replying! Was he still gonna go to the Burned Tower? It sounded so dangerous. Vannah opened up the messages and watched them pour in, smiling at his first message (exclaiming his surprise that she liked him too) and then slowly frowning in concern as he continued.
Wait, what?
Vannah looked at her phone in confusion, heart pounding in her chest. She read the text two more times to be sure she read it right, and then looked to the door of her hotel room. Was he really...?
She got up from the bed as quickly and quietly as possible so as to not disturb Indiana's sleep. As Vannah walked to the door she could hear her heart pounding in her ears and felt Butterfree fluttering in her stomach. She got to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
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Post by Ken on Jul 30, 2018 20:03:10 GMT -5
{  } The Burned towers acted as Ken’s home as he trained his Pokemon and his body there. He was unsure was drew him to that place, but going on his own for a moment and just training made him feel ten times stronger than any work out regimented ever could have. His Pokemon seemed to enjoy it as well, Texas, Pennsylvania and Delaware seemed to enjoy their time in the tower though when time was up Ken had seen two of the Pokemon making big efforts to train while another remained still for far too long and lacked progress. As much as he loved Delaware the Haunter was just too dang lazy for him to put up with thus he sent to the PC for a bit. Now it was just Texas the Tyrunt and Penn the Beldum, but even now Ken was still thinking of new ways to make his team stronger. Ah, but there were more important things than that right now. He hadn’t seen Vannah in weeks since their date, he had sent Indi to her as a gift to remember him by just incase things with Virus went south while he was meditating in the burned tower. Much to his credit he kept his nose out of trouble, but he wouldn’t asks for the pokemon back as he felt Indiana would have been happier with Vannah, they were adorable together and had similar personalities: they were sweet to him, but also had their brash sides when they wanted and that was what he loved about them both oh so much. Though, if he could he’d try to soften them up around people. On the topic of sweet Vannah the girl had been blowing up his comms with messages, he had kept his dex off for the most part while he trained on his own, but when he was done to his surprise she had sent him quite a few. The most recent being heart breaking; Indiana was confused why he sent her to Vannah and Vannah asked what was wrong with him, when he got these questions he was taken aback that anyone would care enough to asks him where he was but he answered swiftly stating that he had been at the tower and was vague in detail about everything until he finally managed to come to the hotel she texted him the name of in one of the older messages she sent. Walking down the hall he had his bag over his shoulder, his pokeballs, his clothes and virus gear and on his waist he only had one Pokeball, an empty one he kept handy. Sapphire eyes traced every door number until he ended up at hers, the front desks seemed to buy the story of him being her boy friend who wanted to check in with the help of the text messages between them instead of calling up to her for confirmation and ruining the surprise. Soon he’d end up at room 214, this had to be her. With a knock on the door he waited for her to answer the door with a smile on his face, when the door cracked open and swayed inside his heart had nearly bounced out of his chest when he saw her. “Vanny!” he opened his arms and put on a wide grin, “Well, you’re not gonna leave me hanging are you?” Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Jul 30, 2018 21:15:08 GMT -5
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354 words SMOOCH ! | When she opened the door, there he was. Ken looked tired, sweaty, and thoroughly beat. What had happened? Despite all her questions Vannah couldn't help but grin to see his face light up when she opened the door. The Butterfree in her stomach flourished into a full rage as she leaped up to hug him around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips before she could even think about it.
As soon as she retrieved her senses, Vannah pulled away. But she was too emotional to really care about her spontaneous-ness right now and just gave him a few quick kisses on the cheek to even it out. "Are you alright?! I've been so worried about you," she said breathlessly, hugging him tightly around his neck despite her toes not being able to touch the floor. He was very... tall.
Her heart was racing so much that Vannah thought it might burst. If anything was a commencement of just how huge her crush on Ken was, it was the way she was acting right now. She just couldn't control herself.
Slowly Vannah returned to the ground, desperately trying to recover her brain power. What was she doing, hugging him like that in the hallway?! Vannah grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him into the hotel room, closing the door behind him and bringing a finger to her lips to tell him to keep quiet.
"Indi's asleep right now, she'll go bonkers if she wakes up to see you here." Vannah said quietly. She looked at Ken's clothes and frowned a little, tugging at the fabric of his shirt with her fingers, lost in thought. He looked... rough. Vannah went to grab the bag off of his shoulder and put it somewhere else so he didn't have to carry it anymore.
"What's wrong, what's been happening? Why haven't you answered me until today? And how did —" Vannah gulped, fighting to try and speak without starting to blush, "How did you find my room?"
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Post by Ken on Jul 30, 2018 21:51:17 GMT -5
{ } Ken was all smiles when he saw her, she looked as beautiful as ever. Even if she told him other wise he wouldn’t believe it. “I’m he-” he was cut off immediately by the full display of affection the pink haired woman had shown him. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and before he knew it she had pulled him down into a hug with a surprising amount of strength, to further catch the muscle head off guard he felt warm, soft lips press against his and his eyes widened with alarm. The alarm would only last so long as he struggled to kiss her back, his bag bag dropping out of his hand as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, it seemed the best place to put them instead of flailing at his side. While Vannah came back to her senses Ken’s entire mind was blank as the sweet rosey taste of her kiss still lingered on his lips. For a moment the entire world was flipped upside down and all he could do was stare at the girl beneath him with a slacking jaw. Well, at least he can say he finally had his first kiss, and then about four or five more as she pecked his cheek. “I- I- I- I’m fine.” he stuttered the words, his cheeks had already begun taking on a deep pink hue. He wanted to thank her for being his first kiss for some reason but all he could do was try to catch his breath and let his shock subside before he fainter at her feet. His mind began to drift back to the kiss, he couldn’t stop thinking about it at this point. While it was quick it had such a deep, pleasuring feeling to it... He wanted more, he had to have more he wanted to taste her lips again and feel the safety that was her embrace for the rest of the night because in truth, he was tired of training and wanted to take a load off. The male before he could regain any pieces of his composure was pulled into the room by his hands and without any restraint followed. With a quick move he reached down to get his bag but before he could asks Vannah for more hugs she brought a finger to her lip and explained that Indiana was sleeping. “Ah, I best let her sleep then, we’ll save the reunion for the morning.” he whispered with a chuckle near the end, though his face was still painfully red despite from their little ‘greeting’ how could he forget it now? In 20 or so years of life he had never felt like that. The one kiss was stronger than any punch to the gut he had ever taken and would have knocked him off his feet had he had not reacted how he did. He expected her to have questions and he smiled the whole through the first onslaught, “I had to do some thinking about a lot of things, I went to the burned tower to train there for a bit, it’s quiet and my grandparents live in that part of the city so I had to asks my old pa some questions too, the tower was just a bonus.” his grandfather was a martial artist at heart, specializing in Judo he had taught Ken most of everything he knew, not just in martial arts but life so it was good to hone up his skills and asks advice. “I haven’t answered you because... Well I was working out my feelings and I had to dig up the courage to tell you how I feel. That and I’m sorry, I should have answered the first time you messaged, but my dex was off. I promise though.” he reached down and took her hands in his, his larger ones blanketing her dainty fingers as he brought them to his chest, “Now that I know that you like me too I promise that I’ll never leave you again, I’ll protect you with the last breath in my body. Believe that.” and then there was the question that made him blush and become much more like how he was when she first kissed him, “oh uh...” he cleared his throat, “I told the front desks I was your... Boyfriend aand I showed them a few messages... Anddd that picture I took of you when you weren't looking. Erm, Oh hey, how about that shower?” he tried to divert the conversation a bit before he turned beet red. Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Jul 30, 2018 22:16:12 GMT -5
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626 words SHOWER TIME | Vannah watched Ken's face as it went through a myriad of pink and red hues. For the first time it seemed like she had been the one to really catch him off guard. He was stuttering about as much as she did when she was nervous, and it made Vannah giggle a little at how cute he was. Her belly was still raging, but she kind of liked the feeling of it. Her mind kept wanting to go back to a few moments ago, where Ken's arms wrapped around her body and held her close, but she needed to listen to what he was saying.
The way Ken explained it made Vannah feel like she had overreacted. He was just going to train and talk to family? She felt like an idiot. Vannah rubbed her face and eyes and laughed at herself. Of course she'd act this way, Ken must think she's so dumb. "Sorry, I must have misunderstood your letter. It sounded like you were about to go do some suicide pact or something and I — I don't know. I overreacted, I'm sorry."
To be fair, he did make it sound like he wouldn't be coming back. But maybe it was just what she had said, a misunderstanding. Vannah stood there and sighed to herself before Ken took her hands in his. Vannah watched them, a blush rising to her cheeks as she stared. His hands were so big compared to hers. He made her seem so tiny in comparison. And as he continued to speak and raise her hands to his chest, Vannah felt her whole face burn with a tomato-red blush. He was... so sincere and sweet and it made Vannah's heart skip beats. There were small tears brimming in her eyes, but she hid them by burying her face in Ken's chest and hugging him tightly around the waist until they subsided. She didn't even care how dirty he might have been, at least he was warm and comforting in that moment.
She pulled away with a laugh and looked up at Ken as he admitted how he found her room. He was looking away, a bright blush on his cheeks. Vannah grinned and shook her head, thudding it against his chest again. "Oh man, they're gonna lay into me tomorrow morning. Asking me about my boyfriend and why I didn't tell them I had a boyfriend..." The implications on Ken saying that just to get to her room started to settle in. Did he want to be her boyfriend? She definitely wouldn't mind....
Vannah coughed to cover up how she had started to daydream. That's right, Ken had mentioned something about a shower in the texts. Vannah motioned to the bathroom beside them — it was modest and had a small tub/shower combo, but it had pretty shitty water pressure from her experiences. The room didn't have a door of it's own, but it did have a wall separating it from the rest of the room so you couldn't see who was using it from the bed.
"I'll probably hop in there after you, I think I need a shower myself," Vannah chuckled quietly. "I hope you brought a change of clothes though, I don't have anything that'll fit you."
Vannah was actually a little excited for Ken to take a shower. It would give her time to think about how they had kissed without Ken seeing her act like a lovestruck 12 year old. Vannah had started absently staring at the shower curtain just thinking about thinking about it and his strong arms wrapped around her.
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Post by Ken on Jul 31, 2018 19:05:46 GMT -5
{ } She was just too much for him right now, he could feel every finger of his being trembling as she drained his guard. Normally he would never be so intimidate with someone, he never had before. Yet, for a girl he had only known for a month Vannah had not only chipped away the heroic facade he threw around himself, but she even made him feel like he was wanted. Like he was wanted for more than brawn, more than his ability, but wanted for who he was and that was what made this entire thing feel so write. Of course, he wanted her too but the boost to his moral just by having her hug and kiss him, those things made him feel like more of a hero than anything so far. After all, Heroes always had something to protect and now he wanted to protect her. In truth, she had every right to be worried, he did leave her high and dry after a night of fun but in essence it was all innocent. What caught him most off guard, even more than the kiss was her reaction to his words of not wanting to leave her again. He thought he saw tiny little crystalline tears forming in her eyes while he spoke, but they were quickly gotten rid of as she buried her face in his chest. Without a word he’d wrap his arms back around her and gave her head of rosy hair a few gently strokes and a small kiss on the crown of her head. Never in a million years did he think he’d be doing this, getting wrapped up in feelings and actually liking someone but alas here he was promising himself to be a shield for a young woman that made his heart soar higher than the strongest of Staraptor. Maybe he was losing his touch... Drifting back to when she apologized for overreacting Ken laughed and gave her an assuring smile, “It’s fine, I’m just taken back you were so happy to see me and on top of that you nearly choked me out with that hug. It’s fine I should have told you more about where I was going.” he began to remove his clothing, his shirt was stripped off and tossed to the floor. Upon inspection there were some new scars here and there, but they were mainly from the training. His old pa had a thing for using canes and switched during training whenever Ken made a mistake he was met with a good lashing. But other than that he was still in peak condition. “You sure you don’t want to join me? You could get my back and I’d love to get yours.” he spoke the words so nonchalantly, not understanding the context they may have come off as. With a smile he’d head for the bathroom before giving Vannah one last look and headed into the bathroom. For the most part he left the door cracked, his offer was still legitimate but once he got a look at the tub he realized it may have been a bit small for them both to sit down for a bath. Maybe another time then, for now he could use a shower. Removing the rest of his clothes he looked into the mirror for a moment, he’d flex his arms and checked himself for any new scars he might have had. He could have counted a few, but the most damning was at the back of his right side, the day that pesky bird Pokemon attacked him and he and his little friend had been attacked by Pokemon. The scar now had healed some, but it was still pretty ugly to look at. Once he was done inspecting himself he started the shower and turned the water to its warmest. It would only get about lukewarm before he got in, thus he decided to just take it cold. For a moment he would just look up into the shower head as water beat down his face and body. Closing his eyes he sighed and relaxed for a bit before picking up the soap and lathering his hands up to get cleaned up. The shower would probably only last a few minutes and he half expected Vannah to come in any moment. Was it bad that he liked that idea? Probably! It was best if he kept it to himself. After about ten minutes the water would stop and the sound of a towel coming off of the bar above the toilet could be heard. Wrapping himself up Ken rentered the room and gestured to Vannah that she could use it now, "Hey, I thought you were gonna join me. I needed the help in there." he laughed. Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Jul 31, 2018 20:04:24 GMT -5
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1286 words LONG POST | As Ken's arms wrapped around her and his fingers tousled her head, Vannah melted. She poured out all of the stress and tenseness in her muscles just to stand there and lean into Ken's body. He planted a kiss on the top of her head that made her heart flutter, and she buried her nose further into his shirt. He meant what he said, and she could feel it. His embrace felt almost like it was protecting her from everything terrible out there in the real world. All the worry, the tears, she couldn't imagine any of it in that moment.
Vannah laughed a little at Ken's comment about her hug earlier, saying it nearly choked him. "Maybe you deserve to be choked, you jerk," she said jokingly while raising a fist to punch his abs, but only with the lightest touch. They were rock hard. Of course they were. "I'm kidding, you're not a jerk. You're a real sweetheart. Just next time you have to talk to your Grandpa and train, tell me first, okay? Maybe even take me with you. God knows, I need a good workout." Vannah laughed a little at herself, shaking her head and moving a strand of hair behind her ear.
By the time she looked back up at Ken, he was shirtless. Vannah had seen him shirtless before, but each time it was like a punch to the gut. The wind was knocked out of her as she recognized just how fucking massive of a person he was. Literally every muscle in his entire being, it seemed like, was highly defined. She found herself staring at his chest and abs, but she didn't know if Ken really noticed. Slowly her eyes began to recognize new marks on his skin — wounds and scars, some still healing. Why hadn't she noticed those before?
Vannah was jolted from her thoughts at Ken's statement, a bright blush raising to her cheeks again. "J-join you? In the shower?" she spluttered. He had said it like it was such a regular thing to offer, showering with someone. Vannah thought maybe the thought of something so intimate would've made Ken blush, too, but he acted like it was just a regular nicety. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of Ken washing her back for her, but Vannah shook her head to dismiss the picture. That was for another time, when she was alone and free to daydream.
Vannah coughed a little to excuse the tension in the air, but Ken didn't seem to feel it. He was heading in to the restroom, but gave her a quick and inviting look beforehand. The shivers went back up her spine, but she ignored them. Vannah covered her eyes in exasperation with herself before walking to the bed and sitting down on it, sighing loudly as Ken started the water. She needed to get over herself. Her life was not one of her steamy romance novels and her head needed to be escorted out of the gutter.
Indiana was still fast asleep on the bed. Vannah absentmindedly stroked the Eevee's fur as she heard Ken enter the shower. Should she join him? He sounded sincere. But would she be crossing a line? Probably. Besides, he was so huge she probably couldn't fit in there if she wanted to. Then again, you're not always given the chance to shower with a buff hunk that's been dirty and sweaty and —
Out. Of. The gutter. Vannah groaned to herself and massaged her temples.
Could he even reach his back? His muscles were so huge, they probably inhibited them. She might as well be courteous and help him out, right? She wouldn't even have to get in the shower, she could just reach through the shower curtain....
No, that's weird. Definitely weird. Don't do that.
Maybe she had read too many of those books. Here she was, in an actual somewhat romantic situation, and she was going crazy because she couldn't control her dirty thoughts. Before Vannah could even begin to think about anything else, Ken had already stopped his shower. Vannah jolted and struggled to look casual on the bed, but probably ended up looking like an idiot. Ken must be one of those "body soap is good as shampoo and conditioner, too" kind of guys, because he hadn't taken a long shower at all.
Vannah's attempt to look nonchalant was short lived, since Ken came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist. Damn, he took every opportunity he could to make Vannah stare at his body. She couldn't help it! It was all out there, all the time, and it was getting to the point where she needed to stop feeling so embarrassed about looking at his pecs and his biceps and....
You know what? It was time for that shower. Vannah laughed Ken's comment off and rushed to grab a spare pair of clothes to change into. She had to walk by Ken to get to the restroom, so that meant regardless of how hard she'd try, she'd be confronted by his naked chest. She practically glared at his sternum to try and keep her cool, but when she spoke her voice still came out as embarrassingly squeaky.
"You should, um," Vannah cleared her throat and tried to regain herself. "You should put on a pair of pants.... If you have any, I mean." Vannah was quick to rush into the restroom, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. God damn it, he was built. Like, swole. She didn't even know she had a thing for muscular guys until she met him, and he was probably the most muscular man on the planet.
But now Vannah was alone, and she could relax again. The door was cracked a little because Vannah hadn't shut it completely on accident — she didn't notice. She instead turned to the shower and flipped it on it's warmest setting, hoping that maybe Arceus would bless her with her first actually hot shower in months. But it'd probably just be lukewarm, like always. Oh well.
Vannah took her time removing her shirt and judging herself in the mirror. Her arms were getting a little flabby, and her stomach wasn't as flat as it used to be. But for the most part she looked alright, she just needed to work out more. Vannah stretched a little before stripping completely and entered the shower, which was unpleasantly what she had figured — lukewarm. Oh well. She'd just have to deal.
Her shower was a bit longer than Ken's probably closer to 20 or 30 minutes. She didn't even realize how long she was taking. She had finished cleaning up a while ago, but was busy daydreaming about Ken. Hugging him, kissing him — other unmentionable things. Vannah tried to dismiss some of her thoughts but they just kept coming back. She was pretty far gone.
Vannah was still daydreaming when she shut off the water and exited the shower, and still daydreaming when she dried her hair and then wrapped her body in the towel. She exited the bathroom with just the towel, and when she saw Ken waiting there in the hotel room, she froze.
"Eep!" Vannah exclaimed quietly, turning tail and returning to the bathroom and nearly slamming the door. She was so stupid! She had completely forgotten her change of clothes! Vannah rubbed her eyes again in exasperation. Thinking about Ken was making her crazy.
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Post by Ken on Aug 2, 2018 23:48:33 GMT -5
{ } Her eyes... Ken had always been a fan of looking people in their eye when he spoke to them, it told him a lot about them as a person before a single word was spoken. When someone couldn’t stare into his sapphire hues they were typically dishonest or nervous by nature, if someone stared into his eyes and never batted an eye he knew full well they weren’t the scaredy cat type out front. But with Vannah, whenever he tried to look into her eyes he had found himself getting lost before a deep hunger would settle in the pit of his stomach. She made him hungry in short. Alas, this hunger wasn’t for food but for her embrace, her compassion, the little glint she had in her eye with she was happy and the way she sucked her teeth when she was irritated. Yes, it had only been a little over a month since they’ve met but the more time he spent with her the more complete he felt. There was still more to learn though! Of course, there was much more he wanted to learn about her: what her favorite food was, her favorite Pokemon types, what makes her smile, trivial little bits of information that probably wouldn’t do much for him but he wanted to know anyway. He wasn’t the type to get too involved in getting to know someone but when it came to this pink haired beauty he wanted to get her to open up so he could fill the blank pages of her mind with every last detail. In some odd way, she made him want to be stronger, learn what it means to ‘like’ someone and really become a better man. Speaking of the former, Ken sat on the bed, his blue eyes scanning the room for anything that may have told him more about her. The room was clean, anything outside of her bad was in place, save for a loose book resting on the night stand next to the bed. Rather than getting dressed the muscle-bound blond leaned over the resting Eevee and took a hold of the piece of literature looking at its front and back before quickly skimming through the pages. The book in question seemed to be on Pokemon care, that was right: she was a nurse and before he left she was always taking care of their teams. Vannah really was something special, why she liked a big oaf like him was beyond his comprehension. Leaning back over he put the book back on the nightstand and sat still for a moment, just to take it all in. The events of the burned tower were fresh in his mind: as old as it was it made for an excellent place for alone time. Perhaps one day he could show Vannah and her Pokemon, they’d probably enjoy it as much as New Hampshire did. “I better throw some clothes on.” he mumbled to himself, looking back at the little fox Pokemon as he eased off the bed slowly. About a few minutes had passed since Vannah entered the bathroom, Ken could see that it wasn’t completely shut but as a gentlemen he averted his thoughts from ideas of peeking in. Instead, he would force a downward gaze on himself and watched his feet as he passed the door to get to his clothing. For a brief moment he would look for something to wear. Some of his clothes, the few he had with him, were worn down and almost none of his training gear was wearable due to ash, blood and sweat from his training sessions with his old man. It seemed he’d have to forgo looking for clothes and hoped that Vannah or the inn they were staying at had something he could throw on. He would look silly in her clothes though, and he would hate to put on a hotel uniform due to his size and the tightness would probably suffocate him. All seemed lost when he finally managed to find something the clothing weren’t anything special but they at least fit his style: a sleeveless shirt, a pair of shorts that cut off just above his knee, black socks and last but not least a nice pair of red boxers. Ken didn’t exactly look pretty but hey he felt comfy and that was all that mattered. Though, just as he sat back down and shifted on the bed a bit with a few light bounces the door of the bathroom creaked back open and out came Vannah in nothing but... A TOWEL?! If she thought she couldn’t make him any more flustered she was surely wrong as he flinched, it was like someone pulled a gun on him he became some jittery, legs stiffening, hands clasping the sheets and his heart taking a stunning blow as he slid off of the bed with wide eyes and a hug jaw. An overreaction? Maybe, but considering this was the first time he’s seen a woman in nothing but a thin towel dripping with water. The reaction she gave, while more reserved was just as embarrassed as she rushed back into the bathroom. “V-v-van. VaaaannnaaAh?” he called her name with confusion as he tried gather himself. At this point he was sitting on the floor, the shook expression turning into a smile and raised brows. This girl just kept giving him his first. She gave him his first kiss, his first hug from a girl but now she was the first woman he had seen in nothing but a towel. Shaking his head he tried to recollect himself, he looked back at Indiana for confirmation but much to his surprise she was still fast asleep. How that little fox could sleep through that was amazing. Getting onto his feet he shakily brought a hand up to his mouth and called to the bathroom, “So, Vanny...” he walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, “How about we uh, we should...” Ken held his breath and tried to collect his thoughts, “Would you like to maybe... Eat with me? I mean like, get something to eat? I can get us something while you get dressed.” The words sounded better as he mumbled them out, but now was probably as good a time for a distraction as any. "Also, did you really mean it? Do you really like me?" odd time to asks but again, distractions were needed. Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Aug 4, 2018 3:49:24 GMT -5
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913 words so comfy | Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned against the door tense and out of breath. She was so stupid! Such an idiot! Vannah had brought a pair of clothes into the bathroom — they were even still sitting on the counter! — and she was too busy daydreaming to think of putting them on. The look of Ken's face when she had revealed herself was stuck in her mind and wouldn't go away no matter how many times she tried to shake it out. He had been so surprised. Had she shown too much skin? Had the towel slipped without her noticing? Vannah covered her face with her hands, trying to breathe deeply and think like a normal human being.
Ken shouted her name from the room, causing Vannah to shriek and jolt so practically everything on the sink's counter went crashing onto the floor. Luckily it wasn't a lot, but enough to make a clatter. She quickly knelt down to clean up her mess, shaking her head at herself.
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry!" Vannah cried out to the bathroom walls in reply. God, she was so stupid. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and frowned before looking at the tied knot of the towel wrapped around her and sighed. At least it wasn't showing anything too promiscuous.
Vannah was blushing bright red with embarrassment, but she tried to ignore the burning sensation in her cheeks by instead changing into the clothes she had brought into the bathroom in the first place. It was a pair of comfy pajamas — a thin tank top and some seriously soft short shorts. If anything they showed more skin than the towel had, but at least she didn't feel... exposed in these. Vannah heard what sounded like Ken getting up from... the floor? And stepping over to the door of the bathroom. Was he upset? Nervous? Had she done something wrong? Vannah brought her thumb to her teeth to bite it while he approached, anxiously looking at the door frame.
He began to ask a question, but then trailed off.... Vannah's heart leaped into her throat. What was he asking? What did he want her to do? Was it...?
Vannah heaved out a sigh and didn't know whether it was out of relief or... something else. He just wanted to eat some food with her? That was way more in line with what she could handle right now.
She was reaching for the door handle as Ken began to speak again, and as she opened the door she was greeted with Ken's shy-yet-clearly-excited-about-something face and another question — this one more concerned and genuine. Vannah felt her shoulders relax as she looked into Ken's bright blue eyes and smiled a small smile. He was concerned if she liked him? It was kind of cute. She'd slept in the same room as this man twice now — and was about to the third time — and had just confessed her feelings for him nearly an hour before. But he was still worried if she could even like him.
Vannah let whatever tenseness had entered her body out and momentarily forgot about her embarrassment. Instead she brought her arms up and lightly cupped Ken's face before getting on her tip-toes and kissing him gently. She wasn't there long, just a moment or two before returning back to Earth beneath her feet. She felt the raging flips her stomach was doing but ignored it. Vannah looked back into Ken's eyes and grinned a genuine, heartfelt grin.
"Of course I do, cutie," she said simply, but her words were laced heavily with affection. A wave of feeling washed over her and suddenly Vannah found herself burying her face in Ken's chest again, craving a warm embrace. This time he smelled nice — like the hotel's stocked soap and faint traces of his cologne or deodorant that was still clinging to his clothes. It was nice and warm and comforting in a way she couldn't really explain. Her heart was still doing backflips, but her body felt like it was light at a feather yet weighed down with heavy stones at the same time. If Ken would have let her, Vannah could have fallen asleep right then and there.
Despite his big, intimidating, and muscular appearance, Ken's arms wrapped around her as if she was so delicate and fragile that she could break at the slightest touch. But it was a hold that was wholesome and meant for protection, and it made warm, fuzzy feelings come from the deepest bits of Vannah's being.
She sighed heavily, turning her head so her ear was placed against Ken's chest. She listened to his heartbeat, however relaxed or erratic it was, for a few moments before replying to his question about food.
"We can order something if you want, like pizza or Chinese food. Or we can go out and pick something up, there's a couple places still open nearby," Vannah said finally, mumbling her words in her partially-relaxed, partially-elated state. There was a warmth at the bottom of her stomach that was growing and spreading slowly all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. "Has anyone ever told that even though you have rock-solid abs, you're extremely comfy? Because if they have, it's true. I'm confirming that right now."
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Post by Ken on Aug 5, 2018 1:55:47 GMT -5
{ } At this point he was afraid to engage her again to night because she may have had another surprise waiting on him. It would have been nice to have had a warning with any number of the things she pulled tonight, the kiss, the towel, the confession, now he was waiting outside of the door for her answer about food. Any normal man would have been excited to have seen a woman in the buff like that, but for him it was so embarrassing he nearly fell off the bed and busted his butt with the flick of some exposed thighs. How pathetic could he be for a fighter? He had to man up and show her how he felt, that he was comfortable around her but every single thing she did made him red in the face. Maybe there was a way he could show her without embarrassing himself. With a bated breath he wanted for her to answer him, he heard the crash of objects hitting the floor, he had half a mind to swing the door open and see if she was okay but he had to curb his protectiveness as he remembered there was still a possibility she was still naked after their little accident. He’d knock again and asks, “Are you okay?” Only to hear her say sorry... But she did nothing to him other than show skin. Did he seem so prudish? Well that’d do it he’d show her he could be a man! He brought a hand to his head and slicked back his golden locks as he awaited her. The sensation in his stomach and cheeks was still buzzing red, but on his face now was a look of determination, if determination was a quivering frown and even more quivering brow. He had to act like a man, but the more he thought about what he was going to say the more nervous he got. It was natural to be a little nervous around someone that’s well liked, but in this case Ken was having issues even keeping his thoughts in order as images of her in the towel mixed with the kiss that was still on his lips. It felt like too much, but he wanted so much more. There had to be an easier way to show her he cared without speaking and making a fool of himself. The fighter took a deep breath and instead of preparing a wordy speech about how much he liked her his mind with blank with calm as he awaited the door to open again. Even with calm his expression was the same, his body was tense, his brows still quivered but with the biting of his lower lip he calmed his maw from shaking. She’d come out of the bathroom dressed in shorts that were far more revealing than her towel and a shirt that hugged her form comfortably. This was it, he had to say something soon, but when he parted his lips he had found himself lost in her eyes again, her green hues making him do a mental double take of what he was going to do. The entire world went black, he couldn’t muster anything not even a thought as he looked down at her in all of her super natural beauty. His trance would be broken with a kiss, this one he had seen coming but instead of being caught of guard he relaxed into it as her soft, dainty hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for yet another kiss. Much to his dismay the kiss was a short one, but enough to give him the boost in moral that he needed to do what he wanted to do, get his mind together and let her know what he thought. Her grin was more than enough to make him want to maker her his but the kiss sprinkled on the final essence of desire. He wouldn’t speak, instead he’d wrap his arms around her again and basked in her presence instead of doing anything to ruin this world of peace they had fostered by touch. She smelled sweet, she was soft and her body was warm. The more her perfumes both natural and artificial teased his nose the more his heart would race with the vigor of hundreds of pounding drums. Whatever scent was lingering on her, it was making him more and more crazy. No, crazy wasn’t the word, but confident. Not just confident in himself but their relationship. Vannah’s body pressed against his with such familiarity that he could feel another blush coming on, but this time he wouldn’t hide it. The time to hide was over, for some reason he was beyond feeling shy about how he felt about her, as he made up his mind already that he wanted to show her a new side to him that wasn’t just a nervous little boy. While she listened to his heart beat he’d take a soothing breath, it wouldn’t be forced but a natural expansion and constriction of his chest. All of the confidence he needed was in him now, it was time. “We can get something to eat later actually.” he finally spoke, his voice was shaky but he forced the words out as deeply as he could, “I was thinking we do something to celebrate our liking eachother.” those were the last words he’d speak before he’d pick the girl up. His right forearm had found itself beneath her butt as he picked her up with ease. Rather she was confused or not he would initate the kiss this time. It was a slow, sloppy effort on his part given this was only the third kiss he had ever received the other two having happened this night he would give it his best as he’d ‘smoosh face’ with her in a tender kiss. After doing so he wouldn’t put her down, but he’d lay her on the bed and hover over her, hands pressed into the bed as he lowered himself for another slow, soft kiss on her lips before he’d retract again. “I bet that beats my abs.” he joked as he stared into her eyes. Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Aug 5, 2018 3:28:40 GMT -5
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777 words MAKE-OUT SESH | Ken's chest expanded as he took a calming, deep breath. His heart would pound against Vannah's ear, but it wasn't racing as badly as hers was. He seemed confident and resolute in their embrace, something that turned Vannah into putty. She looked up at Ken's face and smiled a small, goofy smile. He was so dreamy.... His eyes were so bright and deep while at the same time so soft and warm. His hair, which was still damp from his shower, had been slicked back, but his two silly cowlicks stuck straight up in the air.
Vannah's eyes wandered down to Ken's exposed shoulders. His shirt was sleeveless and skin-tight, like most of the ones he wore. Not that she minded. Her train of thought was interrupted as Ken began to speak again — she looked up and took a deep dive into the bright blue ocean that was his eyes and struggled to listen to him through the fog in her brain.
"Hm...?" she started dreamily. Slowly Ken's words began to register in her head. Celebrate...?
Suddenly Vannah let out another shy "Eep!" as Ken bent down and hooked an arm below her bum. Soon enough she was lifted high off the ground, Ken carrying her like she weighed only about 5 pounds. A bright blush was rising to her cheeks as she looked down at Ken's face — a brand new perspective since he was usually quite a bit taller than her — but he seemed too distracted to notice. Vannah's heart squeezed tightly in her chest as this time the man initiated a kiss. It was slow and maybe a little shy at first, but Vannah was quick to wrap her arms around Ken's neck and savor the moment. She pushed into the kiss a bit harder than she should have, maybe, but those flips her stomach was making were getting to her. He was a little sloppy, but not terrible. At least their teeth weren't clacking together like billiard balls. Vannah raised one of her hands to tangle it lightly in the hair that was at the nape of Ken's neck, twirling it between her fingers and laughing a little against his lips. It was probably just the adrenaline, but she felt like she was on cloud nine.
They parted from their kiss and for just a moment Vannah looked at Ken's face, relishing in the moment. She was about to lean in to steal another, but before she could Ken had started to move. The sudden change of balance made Vannah squeak with unease, her grip tightening around the man's neck and probably smooshing his face into her chest. How he made it across the room without being able to see was a mystery, but soon enough she was laid gently onto the bed. Ken soon followed, towering over Vannah's body as his hands made indentions in the mattress on either side of her head. She looked deep into his eyes, out of breath despite not doing much of anything. Her chest was rising and falling drastically as she laid, her arms splayed above her against the pillows.
Ken leaned in slowly this time, kissing Vannah so tenderly a new, raw emotion started to bubble in her belly. By the time he retracted she was giving him full-on bedroom eyes. She didn't reply to what he said but rather looked at him with an unleashed desire.
One of her hands reached out and brushed against Ken's ear, tangling in his hair and pulling him close a bit more roughly than anticipated. Vannah began to take the lead, locking their lips together and not really caring how sloppy it was. Maybe she was being too aggressive, but she didn't really care. Their noses clashed against each other here and there in what was now a fully blown make-out session, Vannah's other arm reaching behind Ken and gripping the back of his shirt tightly. She had a craving that felt insatiable — a desire for closeness that couldn't be quenched.
When Vannah pulled away she was nearly gasping for air. A bright flush was against her cheeks as she watched Ken's reaction, laughing a little at herself and her bravado.
"Sorry, I just," she huffed, taking a few quick breaths, "I can't help myself." She kissed him again, this time more tender and sweetly. Vannah thought about flipping him over and straddling his hips, but decided against it. She didn't want to cross any boundaries, if there even were any. Besides, she liked him being on top. It was a good view.
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Post by Ken on Aug 7, 2018 20:44:31 GMT -5
{ } He leaned over her with a goofy smile as he waited for her to answer his question. In truth, he shouldn’t have been so hasty to kiss her given he still wasn’t sure what he was doing, but alas it seemed that what he had done did something right as Vannah looked up at him with an odd look in her eyes. Rather or not he should have been off put by them was unknown to him as he had never been so far with someone before. The look she gave him was half-lidded and dreamy as if she was looking at him like a meal. The few seconds of silence between them made him worry as he opened his mouth to speak once again only to be silenced by the caress of his ear. The sensation of being treated so gently felt nice at first, but when Vannah yanked him down he felt himself losing control of the situation entirely as the girl controlled him with the same surprising amount of strength she used when she hugged him earlier.Their nose pressed into one another a dull pain surfing in his, but from the looks of it she was completely unaffected. Her soft kiss had been much more aggressive now, he could feel their lips smacking together as he tried to replicate whatever she did only to end up tiring himself out as they continued to ‘make out’ as everyone called it. It seemed Vannah had experience in kissing, so much so that at this point she managed to take over the session and had him struggling for air just a few minutes in. With his left-hand raising, he leaned into the kiss and flailed it in the air as his right kept him on balance. The air in his lungs was depleting, he could feel himself becoming hazy but he wouldn’t waver in her face. Instead, he tapped her shoulder twice in an effort to obtain mercy. When she finally turned him loose he panted for air, the kiss had been more intense than any work out he had ever done. The look on his face was a silly one: his face was as red as a newly picked cheri berry, his skin was riddled with goosebumps and his heart, well his heart could barely keep up with all of the action! Not just was ‘making out’ intense but it seemed like one heck of a workout. His expression had gone from fatigued back to a grin as he smiled down at her. The word he spoke next would be sweet, short, and to the point, “more!” he cheerfully beamed as he leaned back down into her embrace. He’d flip their positions, massive arms scooping her up from below him as he rolled onto his back. His hands, not knowing where to go, would caress her thighs up to her plush rear end as he gave her curves a squeeze. All of the butterflies in his stomach were gone, his hands had taken up minds of their own now! They would repeat the process of caressing her body going up her back and down her thighs before he would finally give her back control. Maybe, just maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself but this damn woman was too much for him, there had to be some way he could match her intensity. “we should do this every night!” Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Aug 8, 2018 12:42:08 GMT -5
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972 words MAKEOUTS & MORE | When Vannah saw Ken's bewildered face, she immediately felt guilty. He was bright red and gasping even more than she was, probably genuinely deprived of air. She shouldn't have jumped in so quickly like she was used to — she needed to take it slow. Something about the way Ken couldn't keep up made her think he hadn't had as much experience kissing as she had thought.
But to her relief, Ken's face turned from bewilderment to one of his bright, toothy grins. Vannah released a breath she didn't realize she was holding, laughing a little at herself and gently playing with the hair still caught in her fingers. At least he wasn't scared of her now. To her surprise, he actually said he wanted more. The way he was breathless and excited made Vannah feel her stomach rage again with nervousness, but in a good way. She was starting to really enjoy the feeling of it.
But just as she thought he would lean down for a kiss, Ken instead wrapped his arms behind Vannah's back and rolled them both over. Vannah let out a surprised noise as he maneuvered, soon finding herself not with her back to the bed like it had been a moment before, but instead sitting squarely on Ken's hips with her hands plastered to his chest for balance. She was a little shocked from the sudden movement, and her jaw slacked as she felt Ken's hands slowly move up her thighs and to her butt. While his thumbs pressed into her love handles Vannah coughed awkwardly to herself, anxiously trying to regain her voice as her face turned bright red. His touch was firm — he knew what he wanted to grab — but at the same time shockingly gentle. It put shivers down her spine as his hands slowly reached up her back from under her thin tank top, goosebumps littering the skin his fingers touched. Her whole body shook as what felt like a massive cold chill undertook her, Ken's hands sliding back down to her thighs.
It took Vannah a couple of quick breaths to regain control of herself. She was bewildered in the best way possible. The look on Ken's face was giving her some very strong feelings that directly countered just how flustered she was. Vannah didn't know what to do next, her brain was screaming "Hide! Don't let him see you embarrassed!" while her hips were screaming "FUCK HIM, NOW."
Vannah looked Ken in the eye while she tried to think of her next move. She desperately wanted his hands to start roaming a little bit more, she got goosebumps just thinking about what he could do to her; but she tossed all of that out the window for now. Remembering how she had left him in the dust earlier meant that she needed to do what she had realized a minute or two before — take it slow.
She raised a hand to Ken's long bangs, gently tousling them under her fingers. Vannah learned that she must really like playing with his hair, seeing that she was doing it so much. Her hand moved down his face until she began to lightly thumb at his jawline, a little lost in thought. Vannah found his eyes again and stared into them for a moment before leaning down and getting quite close. The look in her eyes had returned, and despite the flustered feelings of her stomach, Vannah peered at Ken and said in a quiet, intimate voice —
"Don't move."
Vannah closed her eyes as she kissed Ken again, this time slowly and intimately. It was a little hard to kiss somebody who wasn't responding, but she wanted to give him the chance to learn and catch up. She kept this up for a while, giving him chances to breathe and even start to kiss back if he wanted. Hardcore making-out was hard to learn (if anyone really learned it, honestly) but this was the least she could do for him. And, not gonna lie, she was really enjoying it too. Maybe more than she should've.
When Vannah rose up again, her bedroom eyes hadn't left. She looked Ken up and down almost like she was a predator and he was her prey. But let's be real, he wasn't just a snack — he was a fucking four course meal and she needed to relish in it a little. Her hands went from his shoulders down to the hem of his pants, but she didn't toy with it. She instead slipped her fingers under the bottom of his shirt, looking back up at Ken to ask for permission. She would slowly raise his shirt to expose his midriff and chest, savoring what she finally got to stare at without feeling embarrassed by it. Vannah didn't know why she loved looking at his body so much but damn, she just couldn't get over it. Her hands wandered a little, raising from the bottom of his abs to his shoulders and tracing the definitions of his muscles all the way. By the time she locked eyes with Ken she was feeling a little risky again and leaned down to plant a couple kisses to his collar bone. Her eyes closed as she slowly worked her kisses up his neck until her lips were right below his ear, where she began to do the same back down to his collar but with the slightest graze of her teeth.
And then, without thinking, Vannah went a step ahead of what she had planned — she grinded her hips against his and suddenly stopped still. Her breathing was heavy against Ken's neck as she began to panic. She had not meant to go that far.
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Post by Ken on Aug 15, 2018 1:53:00 GMT -5
{ } Nice and slow! That was how Ken needed to play this with her, she was. All his and he just had to show her through his actions. She was a beautiful woman, she was his woman and he could stare into her eyes all day. He could tell she was shocked by his desire to change their positions, but it was a heck of a lot easier for him to absent-mindedly stare at her with her on top of him. As for his hands, well they betrayed him. What began as him just trying to give his restless fingers something to do turned on to him full on grabbing and cupping anything he could get a hold of. Every time he caressed her she was shivering, for a brief moment, he thought she had gotten cold and needed the air conditioner turned off. Still, the more she reacted to his touch the more he wanted her to squirm, her expressions were adorable and he wanted to see what kind she’d make the more he’d grab. When he touched her thighs he felt another jolt got through her. Maybe it was time he let her ease up? The look on his face was one that showed the pleasure he got from teasing her, it was a sultry expression: His lips were curled in a smirk, his eyes were half-lidded and his eyes could be read with hunger and lust. He didn’t quite have bedroom eyes, but none the less the joy he got from being the one to make her breathless for once was evident no matter how cool he tried to look. He was just about to asks her if she wanted to give up when... They locked eyes once again tonight, but this time he could see more in her visage than their usual sterling green shimmer. He saw hunger, real hunger. She wanted more, he could tell and he’d happily give it to her, but the last time she got this look he had nearly been deflated of all the air in his body. The silence was palpable, he was fearful she’d take control again and his lack of experience would once again have him be left in her dust as she took control of him once again. He prepared himself to be blitzed again with another wave of passion, though when he flinched he only felt her tousle one of his golden locks in her fingers. For whatever reason, she made a habit of playing with his hair not that he minded. In fact the intimacy they shared when she would do little things like that was the closest they’d feel outside of well... This. It seemed she was thinking about something, perhaps she’d show him mercy after all. Ken could have used the win for once, all night she had been making him hers without any resistance, to be the one being dominant for once was nice- She told him not to move, he held his breath and froze as he watched her. The look in her eyes had returned, he was once again her prey. She’d kiss him, this one unlike any other they shared: It was slow and timely, as much as he wanted to kiss back he would restrain his movements to just holding his breath. What was a kiss had gone on for quite some time, when a period of rest came he took it to catch his breath before his lips would be once again shrouded by hers. Eventually, he began to get better at it, but his sluggishness was still there and would appear every now and again even when she took control of him. The way she glanced at him this time made him feel ‘small’ not in the sense that he was becoming weak but more that he felt like he was her prey. It was almost like she was about to devour him right then and there. He’d smile up at her with a meek grin, his confident smirk now completely gone as his tired lips tried their best to show the woman that he was still in it to win it. Though, victory seemed to be becoming harder and harder to grasps with everything she did. Every kiss, every touch, she was so well experienced that he had always found himself at her mercy, even know he felt like little more than a meal at her disposal. AND IT WAS INVIGORATING! He’d fidget when he felt her fingertips slide down his shirt to the hem of his pants, he’d retreat back into his pillow just a bit as his face took on an expression that said ‘i’m ready! but please don’t hurt me!’ his innocence began to show. With the simple act of raising his shirt, he felt himself warming up again, his cheeks becoming red with fever. “ V-vannah?” he peeped the words as he wondered if she was alright, she was staring at his body, just staring. Could he have done something wrong? Apparently not, she leaned over him and peppered him with kisses from neck to jawline. The softness of her lips in contrast with the grazes from her teeth made him flinch every now and again, his body squirming beneath her. Then it happened. Everything between them, everything before what she had just done began to pale in comparison as she ground their hips together. He couldn’t explain it, but when he felt her grind against him his mind was set ablaze with ideas! There was no explaining it, but he bucked his hips into her and his hands once again returned to her rear, but this time instead of caressing they’d grasp her jello-plush rump with a hard smack and he’d get up this time. As if she weighed nothing he’d pick her up like this and held her in place as he’d walk to the kitchen table. Like an animal he’d finally be taken over by the same bug of lust that had been making her act so irrefutably. He’d peck her neck, his lips working to pepper the area between her neck and shoulder with kisses while of course giving both areas the same amount of attention. He couldn’t control himself! His hands still squeezed her every now and again as they’d make it to the table that still had a few items on it, whatever they were he’d take right arm and brush the table clear in a swipe as he sat the girl on it, burying his face in her neck as he continued to leave rough kisses in its crook. Her scent was driving him especially mad and the more he took in, the more wild his hips would get as he wildly returned his affections by grinding into her. She had taken his innocence and now she got to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Vannah Becker MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Vannah Becker on Aug 15, 2018 11:17:27 GMT -5
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774 words just fuck already | Ken's emotions were plastered all over his face. The way he went from his silly, bright grin to a weak smile the more she worked him, the more Vannah felt the drive of her libido peak. And then the way he looked at her as his hands wandered her body made all of those feelings crash and burn into a mess of erotic emotions — embarrassment, horniness, and affection among other things. Her breath caught itself in her chest each time she looked at Ken's face and saw a different expression. She'd sit and stare at him for moments at a time just to take in the way he looked, unsure if she'd ever get to see his unbridled feelings again after tonight.
Vannah's body had started to move on it's own as she kissed Ken intimately. She hadn't even realized how her hands were sliding up and down his torso while she sidled his hips on the bed. But when her hips bucked without any prior thought, she was sure she had crossed a line. That was probably too much, too fast and now their night could potentially be ruined. What if it made Ken upset? Was he going to leave now? This was all her fault —
All these thoughts clouded Vannah's head within a split second, and then were cast away the second Ken responded. She felt his hips grind back into hers and though the breath she was holding was finally released, her heart leaped into her throat as if to choke her. Vannah couldn't respond fast enough, and in just a moment's notice Ken's hand had firmly smacked it's way onto her ass and gripped her tightly, making her emit noise she could barely hear over the rapid beating of blood in her ears. She was picked up again as if she weighed literally nothing, falling into Ken's weight as he stood with Vannah firmly in his arms.
The sensation of being so tall so fast gave Vannah a sort of high. She felt weightless when Ken carried her, it made her mind go fuzzy as she attempted to comprehend what was happening. He was lumbering his way towards the small kitchen table that occupied part of the hotel room. But he was taking his time, head buried in the crook of her neck as he peppered kisses her and there. The feeling of his hot breath against her skin lingered with the ghosts of his lips. It made her senses tingle with excitement and made her feel even more brain-dead than before. He was suddenly in the lead, shoving anything on the table out of his way as he placed Vannah there to sit and continuing to kiss her harshly on the neck. The feeling of him taking control was intoxicating — all she could do was sit there and bask in it.
Vannah's fingers tangled themselves in the hair on the back of Ken's head again. She was pulling on it just slightly as her eyes closed in concentration. Each time he ground their hips together Vannah would suck air between her teeth and bite her lip. If Ken took the time between kisses to look at her, he'd see Vannah's brow furrowed deeply as she relished in his undivided attention. She sat there for a while, just embracing the warmth of his whole body as they both slowly gave in to instinct.
Finally Vannah pushed Ken's form away, but only slightly. Her legs wrapped around him to keep him close. She looked up and down his shirtless form, breath heavy from anticipation. He was getting very excited (not that she minded) and although she didn't want any of this to end, she needed to make sure they were on the same page.
"Just how far do you wanna go, big guy?" Vannah said breathlessly, gently taking Ken's hand and sliding it under the front of her shirt. She leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss, but her teeth grazed against his bottom lip to try and show just how hungry she was.
"If you keep this up, I won't be able to control myself..." her hands began to travel down his back until the rested on his hips, light but firm as she waited for his answer. The fire that had been in her stomach has spread to every inch of her being. What was a craving had turned insatiable, and though she'd shut it down if Ken wasn't up for it, Vannah was desperately hoping the next step would help satisfy her hunger.
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