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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 3:59:10 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle giggled slightly when he laid her onto the couch, making her own cheeks flare but not stopping him. It was comforting really, not to want to pull away from someone's touch after they hugged or grabbed you. She was still a bit sore, but ignored it as his arms curled around her waist and she was brought beneath him slightly, green-blue eyes looking widely up at him with a small smile. "Thank you for coming over," she whispered, gaze scanning over his body and then back up to his face. He looked pretty uncomfortable, so Belle reminded herself not to do anything she shouldn't. Her James didn't need to be scarred or anything of that sort, not again. She moved her hand up to his face and ran her fingers along it, fanned out hair around her tickling her cheeks. "I'm really glad you're here."
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 4:09:03 GMT
James Skyes ; ; His pink lips upturned into a small smile, pressing a small kiss to her nose like she would do to him before. James spoke again, his voice becoming stronger each time, “me too.” James pressed his body more towards the back of the couch, so he could plop onto his side, one hand cupping his cheek, and a finger lazily twirling Belle’s hair idly. Blue gaze looking down on her softly, noticing the faint traces of bruises moving down her shirt and the urge to kiss them and make them all better like Belle did when he was in the closet and she rescued him from the darkness.
But no, he didn’t let his fingers wander under her clothing. Instead they outlined the bruises gently. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 4:18:30 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle bit her lip softly, glancing over at him with a small smile. The way he was looking at her, she wanted to know what was going through his mind; his beautiful mind. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly, then inhaled a bit deeper now that he was fingering the bruises on her arms and chest. Her zip up hoodie was open, half slid down her arms messily and exposing a lot of the remains of what had happened. Her heart beat shook faster with his touch so close to her and pressing soft touches to those bad memories. The ones on her collar bones; a punch after dinner, a choke hold of Tj's thumbs pressing there. But it also comforted her to have James linger over them, almost as if it was the healing touch. Her eyes closed softly before opening again, wondering if he'd answer her or not.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 4:22:32 GMT
James Skyes ; ; His fingers faltered at the question, James face scrunching into thought. “I want to kiss and make you better, but I don’t have healing kisses.” It was childish, but the truth. James felt his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment, knowing anyone would probably laugh at that statement. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 4:26:55 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle's gaze flickered to his, eyebrows raised as she studied him. It was the most she'd heard him say about his thoughts since she'd known him, and it made her heart flutter slightly. Just hearing him talk flustered her for some reason. No, she knew the reason. She loved him.
A soft smile played on her lips and her fingers trailed along up his jawline again, into the waves of his brown hair. Her head tilted slightly, "But they are healing. They make me feel better, James," she said honestly, other hand finding his and lacing their fingers together while the one in his hair pulled at it softly. He was beautiful, looking down at her like this, and he was lovely enough to speak to her about loving her through these kisses...and she loved hearing it. She did.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 4:42:20 GMT
James Skyes ; ; His lips pressed to a bruise on Belle’s neck, feeling her fingers in his hair, it was comforting and made him feel loved. He would always see his mother checking his father’s hair and tugging it lovingly, and his father would come up behind his mother and press his lips to her neck and make her squeal with surprise. It was love, and James was feeling it; his lips lingering on her skin ever so slightly as he trailed down the bruises on her neck, brushing the edges of Belle’s shirt slightly but not moving it or under it out of respect for Belle.
Finger were dancing, lacing with hers, moving to her hair, thumb moving in circles on her cheek or in her hair, just trying to be gentle and keep themselves busy politely, and softly.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 4:53:06 GMT
Belle Dupree: Belle let out a soft moan, inhaling his smell and relishing in his soft loving touches. Her smile was still there, her fingers playing with his hair still and her mind whirling. Her toes couldn't help but tingle, along with the places James touched with his lips. The second bruise on her neck was another rough grab from Tj, one that felt healed after James kisses trailed over it. The pain seemed to diminish, replaced by flaring heat that felt good. She felt relaxed and comfortable next to him, her thumb pad brushing over his hand softly as he continued the kisses. It drove her mind and insides crazy, his touches did, and she felt her eye roll a bit behind her eyelids.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 5:00:17 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Hearing her moan, James shot up; feeling like he had hurt her, looking worried, because he moaned when he was sick and needed his mother to bring him medicine. Or hurt and had his father take him to the hospital. James had hurt her? His palms slammed into the couch, hovering above Belle, breath hitched as he looked her over; making sure she wasn’t bleeding, or having a fever, it might have been lingering pain from the bruises. Did he hurt her? Did James really hurt his Belle? |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 5:07:05 GMT
Belle Dupree: A bit startled by his sudden movements, Belle flinched only to furrow her eyebrows up at him and lean onto her elbows. "What? What's wrong?" she asked, her breath a bit faster due to her beating heart. As her eyes took in his features, she calmed down enough to realize something - he was worried. He probably thought he'd hurt her. Her face instantly softened and she reached up to try and get him to come back down to her. "James you aren't hurting me, I promise," she tried to reassure him, blue-green eyes gentle as her fingers waited in open air for his.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 5:12:17 GMT
James Skyes ; ; “You sure?” He croaked lightly, swallowing some as James moved his hand to interlace with hers. Lowering himself so their noses were pressed together, blue-gray eyes curious. “Why did you make that sound then?” James asked innocently, because he wasn’t sure of that side of things. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 5:17:42 GMT
Belle Dupree Belle nodded, then laughed a bit, her cheeks flushed. "It felt good, your kisses did," she told him, eyelashes fluttering as their noses pressed together.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 5:22:06 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Cocking his head to the side, James said nothing for a few moments. “If you’re…sure.” He said hesitantly, moving to press a kiss to her red lips before once again trailing over her bruises; his body felt heated, but James ignored the feeling. Instead he focused his mind on making his Belle better, and his kisses were helping so she would make noises and that means it feels good. So James would continue it how she likes it and until she tells him to stop. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 5:28:05 GMT
Belle Dupree: Finding it hard to control herself anymore, Belle's hand brought James' chin to hers and kissed him passionately, their first ever really deep one, one she'd craved for a while, one she pressed into a bit rougher than she'd meant, but waited for his reaction before she went any further or pulled back. Her elbow propped her up so that she could bring him even closer, hand rubbing along his jaw and trying to coax him to follow her in what she did, hoping he'd follow natural instincts rather than pull away from her.
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Post by shades on Mar 4, 2014 5:36:56 GMT
James Skyes ; ; Never really being intimate with Belle before, it was always gentle, but this was shocking and rough. But natural hormones, even if he was autistic and a bit different, clicked and kicked in. His blue eyes closing, following along with Belle quietly, hesitantly, like she would break any minute. His lips parting ever so slightly. James mind whirled with emotions, fright when he though back to Andrew the doctor who told him he would make it better, but elated joy because he knew Belle wouldn’t hurt him. And if she did, he had a feeling it was out of love. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 4, 2014 6:14:56 GMT
{ Sorry I didn't even see this post! Dang it } Belle Dupree: Belle smiled into the kiss, lips molding into his nicely and making her back arch slightly into his body, hands pressing into both side of his face to bring him closer to her. Another small moan left her lips, her tongue peaking out from behind her teeth and pressing into the bottom of his upper lip, teasingly. Maybe she was going too far. Maybe he didn't understand what was happening. But the usually considerate and knowing Belle was forgetting all logical thoughts and just going for it right about now.
One hand left his face to trail down the front of his body slowly, testing to see if he would react badly, and just pressing up and down there so he got used to it. The one thing Belle was conscious of was the remembrance that James had been hurt before, in an intimate way, and so she needed to be careful in how she touched him. So the touches were smooth and gentle and didn't pressure him in any way, just urged him to trust her sort of.
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