How many of you have some free time for the holidays? I’m thinking if there are enough of us available we could do a claymore high Christmas party. So what does everyone think?
-M
Totally free for this. ouo
I’ve miss you guys terribly and hope we get to hang out again sometime soon.
((Heyy~ ouo
Even if you don’t belong to the group, you can still interact with its members o: We haven’t had anyone outside the group to talk to yet, so it’d be great to see what’d happen.))
Cassandra’s breath hitched upon feeling the actress’s lips on her neck. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, humming as she relished the moment. It didn’t occur to Cassandra that she’d soon be left with a hickey she’d have to hide later.
When Roxanne separated her lips from the athlete’s neck, the latter looked up at her, hand still on the senior’s lap, other hand trailing up her back. She kissed Roxanne before answering, “More than anything.” and slipping her hand from beneath her dress to join her other, searching for a zipper.
Her brows narrowed in frustration and she was almost tempted to ask Roxanne for help—although a part of her had felt like Roxanne already knew she needed help finding that damned zipper, buttons—whatever the hell it was, it needed to come undone. Cassandra was about to give up and opt to pulling the dress over the senior’s head or even rip it off of her, but her hands stumbled upon the buttons holding the dress together.
Roxanne smiled as Cassandra grew more animated. Yes, this was what she wanted, this was what she craved: control. The junior was letting herself go simply because Roxanne had asked her to. She was becoming something new, something better, and this was just the start.
“That’s better,” she whispered. She bit at Cassandra’s earlobe. “Just let go. I’m all yours up here.”
Of course, the truth was that Cassandra was all Roxanne’s, and not the other way around. As Cassandra’s hand crept up her thigh, she hiked up the hem of her dress to encourage it. She pressed her lips against the soccer captain’s neck, determined to mark her property.
“Tell me how much you want me,” she whispered, not because she was unsure (the look in Cassandra’s eyes could not be mistaken), but because she needed to hear it.
Cassandra’s breath hitched upon feeling the actress’s lips on her neck. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, humming as she relished the moment. It didn’t occur to Cassandra that she’d soon be left with a hickey she’d have to hide later.
When Roxanne separated her lips from the athlete’s neck, the latter looked up at her, hand still on the senior’s lap, other hand trailing up her back. She kissed Roxanne before answering, “More than anything.” and slipping her hand from beneath her dress to join her other, searching for a zipper.
Her brows narrowed in frustration and she was almost tempted to ask Roxanne for help—although a part of her had felt like Roxanne already knew she needed help finding that damned zipper, buttons—whatever the hell it was, it needed to come undone. Cassandra was about to give up and opt to pulling the dress over the senior’s head or even rip it off of her, but her hands stumbled upon the buttons holding the dress together.
(Source: forbidden-warrior)
Roxanne smiled against Cassandra’s lips just before they parted. She slipped two fingers beneath Cassandra’s cheek and lifted her face, so that they were once more looking into each other’s eyes. Strange; there was happiness there, in Cassandra’s eyes, but also nervousness. Roxanne drank them both in.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “It’s just you and I up here. And you know I would never hurt you. You trust me, don’t you?”
She brought their lips together again, smiling as she did. Slowly, slowly, she began to run her free hand over Cassandra’s stomach. If she tried, she could feel the stitches of their shared surgery. But no, she was not pressing—not quite yet. Not until Cassandra started really giving in.
Hearing those words from Roxanne let the junior feel more at ease. She answered Roxanne’s question by kissing her back and becoming less tense when she felt the senior’s hand on her stomach. Although she had relaxed more, Cassandra found herself sitting up, fighting for dominance with the girl straddling her.
As one hand crept along Roxanne’s thigh, the other was firm on her back, pressing the senior closer. Something in Cassandra sparked her desire for more—either teenage hormones or her attraction to the senior, or a combination of both. She ran her tongue across Roxanne’s bottom lip, sliding it against her tongue when she opened her mouth. Cassandra ghosted her fingers on Roxanne’s thigh, careful not to let it push her dress up, waiting for the senior to give her her approval.
(Source: forbidden-warrior)
Roxanne’s smile widened. Ah, so that was what Cassandra thought of her. Good. She let the words sink in, let them roll around her brain: incredible person.
“Cassiopeia,” she replied, her voice considerably more warm than usual. “Very distinctive, that girl. You always know where she is.”
She glanced down towards Cassandra, and decided they were much too far apart. She slunk her way on top of the junior, straddling her waist and cupping her cheek.
“You shouldn’t worry about impressing me,” she whispered. They were only inches apart now. Roxanne drunk in Cassandra’s expression with thirsty eyes. “Just keep looking at me that way.”
Time seem to be still as Cassandra stared into Roxanne’s eyes. There were no cars passing by, no girlish squeals from the dorms below, no guards making rounds, nothing but the two of them on top of the roof. Cassandra found the inches separating her from Roxanne becoming centimeters, until her lips were pressed against the senior’s.
In the midst of the kiss, Cassandra propped herself on top of her elbow, her other hand finding a spot on Roxanne’s neck to rest on. Cassandra lingered on Roxanne’s lips before she pulled back and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. A moment had passed before things settled in Cassandra’s mind, causing her to blush. Did she just do that?
Sure, she had kissed the senior before, but she had been instructed to do so. This time, it just felt so… in the moment. The junior licked her lips again, mouth suddenly dry, then looked down, not wanting to meet Roxanne’s eyes should they hold any sign of disapproval.
(Source: forbidden-warrior)
Roxanne chuckled. “Oh no, I’m having a lovely time.” she said. And it was true. There was something wonderfully nice about this. The two of them could relax in silence. Part of Roxanne was beginning to forget why she’d been upset to begin with. Everything seemed so far away. It helped that Cassandra’s rambling was adorable.
“I wonder, I wonder,” she whispered just loudly enough for her companion to hear. “Are you nervous?”
She began tracing her fingertips up and down Cassandra’s arm, skin against skin. “I hope I don’t make you nervous…”
“Just a bit.” Cassandra let out a breathy laugh before admitting, “I keep thinking about how I have to impress you to keep you around. I guess that sounds silly, but you’re this incredible person and it’s still kind of unbelievable that this is happening.”
The junior leaned back, easing herself onto her back, resting her head on her hands.
“So, Roxanne, what’s your favorite constellation?”
(Source: forbidden-warrior)
