[ youngest son ; maple & shades & losers ]

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

James shuddered lightly, but didn’t pull away. His blue eyes blinked open, confused, but trusting. Belle’s touches were not like the doctor who told him he would get better if he did this. His body wiggled, pressing closer to her but not too much. His hands were lost and merely twirled her hair strands fondly. Maybe she was going too far, and maybe he should stop her. But Belle wasn’t hurting him, or telling him to get better. She was loving him, and though James was loved by Drew, David, his mom, and dad. James Skyes wanted to be loved by Belle, and if this was a way to express love, he would follow her anywhere.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Her fingers were at the hem of his shirt before she stopped herself, lips pulling back to get a breath and to speak to him, "James, tell me if I'm hurting you," she asked him, eyes serious and bright, locked on his, wanting him to know that she wasn't pressuring him. "Or if you want me to stop," she told him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

Nodding quietly, “okay.” James said with seriousness in his whisper, still looking in wonder at what Belle and he were getting into. Why his body was reacting such a way, feeling the tinge of flaring heat on his cheeks and in the pits of his stomach and abdomen. Yet he controlled himself, looking down at his Belle quietly.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Belle moved her hand along his torso softly, eyes reassuring as she pulled the hem of his shirt off of him and over his head. She just wanted to feel his skin in contact with hers, for their bodies to be so close with nothing in between them. When the fabric was brought over his head, her eyes took in the skinniness of him, but smiled because of his beauty. Fingers trailed lightly over his abdomen, then coaxing him down towards her again so she could kiss him softly, lovingly. 

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

He felt exposed, honestly. His body, the one he hide behind blue and black and green, because James hated red. Self-conscious. Ugly. Skinny. Gaunt. All of those, he felt. But Belle was kissing him, his torso rubbing up against the fabrics of her shirt as James was pulled downwards. Fingers moved hesitantly near her face, brushing a strand of hair from Belle’s cheek. The tender touch of her lips were what was making him not jump and find his t-shirt. The cover up to his body, like a fog clouded his mind sometimes.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Belle knew it was hard for him, she did. So encouraging him was the best thing she could come up with in terms of comfort. Slowly she muttered near his ear, pressing light kisses to his temple and jaw. "You're handsome, don't think other wise. I know you're scared, but trust me. I won't hurt you," she promised and instead of kissing him more decided to pull him into a hug, a tight one, to warm his body and to bring him closer to her. She hoped it comforted him, and hoped she wasn't going to far. Was this wrong? Was she doing this all wrong? God, she didn't know. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck and holding him seemed like the best option for that moment though, so that's what she did. 

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

Holding Belle tight, his arms slid under the arch in her back, nails pressing into her lightly. Feeling the heat of her through the fabric of her shirt, head moving slightly to expose more of his neck to her. Sensual feelings coursing down his neck and through his veins. His knees pressed into the couch, James touching Belle’s hair with his nose; burying itself into her wonderful scent. It drove him crazy, the feeling of their hips pressed together. His mind was playing with him, music slowly playing through his head to the slow rhythm of Belle and him together.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Inhaling deeply, Belle pushed James up a bit so she could have lead way and room to take off her own shirt. She was nervous, but excited all at once, and she flipped the fabrics from her, leaving only a bra and her exposed fit stomach to see. Silently, she prayed he didn't notice her array of bruises, wanting to be sexual and all that jazz and not have to bring up her horrible past few months of life. They littered over her hips and around her belly button and there were many dotting around the exposed areas of her chest, even some under the ones covered. Her fingers tightened around James again, bringing him into her so that they were skin to skin. She left a kiss under his ear and trailed down a bit, over his Adam's apple, and then under the other ear. Their radiating heat felt good together, like they belonged to touch one another. Belle's fingers trailed down over his body, trying not to pry too much but just enjoying the feel of him above her and around her, so close in proximity. 

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James Skyes ; ;

Instincts made his body squirm, blue eyes trailing over Belle. She was a girl, he was a boy, naturally he was looking down ever so slightly. The flickering of his blue-gray eyes were trying to keep focus on Belle’s own eyes, and then they wanted to look over her exposed chest. They lingered on her bruises, James once again having the urge to kiss them and make them better. His head moved to kiss one on her collarbone, his hair brushing Belle’s cheek. Red lips trailed the bone-line slightly, nose nuzzling to breath in Belle’s wonderful scent.

James mind was raveling and trying to figure out many things, was this normal? Was this what his father was talking about? Well, of course it was, but was it right? The music was slow and loving, James feeling the string chorus sing with the movements of the bow. And like that, as their bodies were moving like a bow and violin, there was a melody to it.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Belle felt herself squirm slightly beneath him, toes tingling and heart pounding. James' hair brushed her cheek and she shuddered a bit, craning her neck backwards in order to let him kiss her on the neck and beyond to the full extent. Her eyes rolled in her head a bit, her own hair falling loosely behind her as her back arched ever so slightly into his. They weren't even doing anything bad, though Belle didn't mind either way, and yet she still felt ten thousands prickling tinges of pleasure surfing throughout her veins. She sighed a bit, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on her skin, then whispered ever so slightly, "This feels good, James," to reassure him. 

{ Every sexual thing together is going to make me uncomfortable I bet you lol This isn't too bad, but still xD }

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

His head buried into the crook of her collar bone, breathing in through his nose; back arching slightly away from Belle, James content to just lay there his head moving across her body to kiss the bruises. Coming to rest at the purple and blue bruises on her side—his blue eyes closed and his cheek pressed to her abdomen. His arms were wrapped around her upper body. His knees pressed firmly into the cushions, wishing his Belle would feel better. The music was still in his head, or maybe it was from the television? No no, it was all in his head; the music was always in his head or being made by him.

James smiled lightly, “better?” He asked subtly, not looking up from his spot; cheek pressed to Belle’s skin.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Belle inhaled deeply again, fingers running down to intertwine themselves into the strands of James' hair, stomach rising and falling with his cheek pressed into it. She relaxed into his hold, smiling softly as she massaged his skull. She felt safe, protected by him, even if he wasn't the strongest or the bravest. But he was for her. And that's all she cared about. 

    "A lot better," she whispered and felt her throat prickle a bit. Belle wanted to cry at how beautiful she thought James was and how he made her feel. It was a large contrast between what Tj had told her, yelled at her, spat in her face. Ugly, whore, bitch, slut, skank, dumb, worthless. But with James, he didn't even have to say anything but a few words to her and she felt ten times prettier, and worth while. So while she pressed her lips together to push back those aching tears, her fingers curled throughout his scalp and along his jawline softly. The TV played quietly, flickering shadows over them as the sunset became less and less visible. She sighed happily, scraping his ear softly with her finger tips as she drew circles over his head and neck skin. "You always make me feel better."

[shades]

James Skyes ; ;

Looking up, James slid himself back so he was able to be closer to Belle; feeling her fingers through his hair the feeling of her nails on his scalp. A small, miniscule smile touching his pink lips; loving Belle, his Belle, so much. Feeling his heart flutter with the music in his soul, and being in sync with her.

[Maple ♥]

Belle Dupree:

    Belle sighed contently, her hands easily trickling down his shirt front and getting dangerously close to the line of his pants. But just as quick they'd trail back up, each time going deeper and deeper as they slithered up. Her lips found James' again, taking a rather risky move, but her hormones were alight and she'd already gotten away with a lot. Maybe the next step wouldn't hurt?

    Of course Belle was still a virgin, but she'd been naked in front of Tj before. And that was a long story she didn't like to think about. 

    Bravely, her thumb slid over the belt of his jeans and fumbled slowly there as her lips formed into James'. It was slow, it needed to be, or she might over load him. But soon you could hear the jingling of his belt between their bodies and she moaned a little, hips naturally pulling towards his. 

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James Skyes ; ;

Hearing the jingling of a belt, his mind went instantly to the doctor who said he would make him better. But really it hurt and wasn’t helpful. James was confused by the situation still and when he heard the clanking of metal his mind went numb. His body was pulling away from Belle in the instance, bare chest moving up and down in heavy breaths he didn’t realize he was panting in the heat of the moment. He should trust Belle, James knew he should; he loved her. But the doctor named Andrew had done things and James couldn’t bear it. His body sat lightly on Belle, not having the guts to tell her no. But by his obvious movements he was uncomfortable, blue eyes wide with fright.

He moved off of the girl; reaching for his discarded shirt.