( SHOULD BE SCARED ) smut meme

[She sighs softly feeling his fingers as they lace through her hair. The weight of his palm is comforting and she smiles faintly as his chest rose and fell with his breath. Her eyes remain closed as her cheek softly nuzzles against the warmth of his torso. Her tone is soft like a sleepy whisper.]

I suppose so.

[Namine can't argue with him. Her thoughts often remained to herself though Riku always seemed to know what they were. There is so much that is left filtering through her thoughts. Even now she isn't able to to stop the torent fo throughts.

She sighed softly listening to his breath. She tries to banish all thoughts from her mind but they find their way back snaking through her thoughts.]

Why don't you distract me then?

[the nuzzling always gets him. which is usually okay when he's not thinking those kinds of things, but the thing is he is. so, even if it's just meant as something gentle and comforting, his body stiffens a bit. and then a bit more when she asks that of him.]

[usually, it would be so easy. not because his thoughts had never gone south like that before but because they hadn't practically incapacitated him already like they have now. posing that question is like challenging his very self-control. it's frustrating. he hates it. hormones, why now? he knows what she wants. but giving it to her might put other things into motion and he doesn't want to scare or hurt her. unfortunately, this comes off as anger towards her as, gravelly, his voice rises again, curt without meaning to be.] Not now.

[She notices the tension in his body even as his fingers rest tangled within her hair.

Her breath catch in her throat at his harsh tone. Her fingers reach up and gently trail over his hand. Namine doesn't say anything but she can feel the ache in her chest at his words. She doesn't want to ask more of him, she doesn't deserve to, not after the things she has done.

Namine gently traces over his fingers moving his hand from her hair. Her lips gently press against his middle finger before she slowly rises from the heat of his chest. She keeps her hand in his gently kissing his palm before pulling her lips from his hand.]

Should you get lost in your thoughts, I will find you.

[It is a promise, she doesn't want him to be alone again. Even if that means the space between them might grow. She wants to be close to him but how can she even show him that? Bit by bit she feels her heart breaking her bright blue eyes fixated on the curves of his palm.]

[he doesn't have to look at her to know he fucked up. he can feel it in the air. hear it on her baited breath. the soft touches of her fingers on his own singes him, her lips on the tip of one in particular, and then he feels cold as she moves away. it's that last kiss that tears through in nerves in hot white guilt. and that voice, so small, as she peels herself away.]

[this isn't right. this isn't how it's supposed to be. he doesn't want it this way. he-]

[he finally moves his hand away from his face, so he has the leverage to push himself up. it means he has to briefly pull his other hand away so he doesn't lose balance and roll off the couch and onto her. but it soon finds its way back to her. he's very lightly cupping her cheek now although his eyes are on the floor.] I'm- [sorry.] I- didn't mean that.

[At first she's confused, she can hear her heart pounding in her chest as he shifts. It's cold as he moves away and she can feel the air between them stir before she his palm cups her cheek.

Namine's breath catches in her throat as her eyes flick up from the ground to his features. She's silent for a moment searching for some sort of emotion. There she see's it; guilt. She shakes her head moving her fingers against his. She doesn't move his hand from her cheeks but instead holds him against her hoping to comfort him with the gentle touch.]

I'm sorry.

[Even now she knows that she can cause him pain. She has caused him pain. She swallows the lump in her throat while trying to steady the frantic beating of her heart.]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Namine's voice is soft though firm. Her eyes clear as she looks at him waiting, wishing, he'd meet her gaze.]

[it's funny how those very last words are all the reason he needs to do so. because the moment she says that, he scoffs.] You... hurt me? [sure, she has in the past. but that's years ago now. if anything, being with her, as puzzling as living is... it's better this way.]

[but also difficult in different ways. because at the end of the day, it still all comes back down to him. he... sighs as he peeks through his bangs, forcing his gaze to linger.] I don't wanna... [he trails off and his gaze drops again. words with tact? never his strong point. but he's trying. carefully.] It's the other way around. [round about but... there's your answer, Naminé. at least if you can pick up on his vagueness. he hasn't moved his hand away at least. if anything, he's been trailing his fingers along her face just a bit.]

[Her eyes lock with his and she slowly begins to understand his meaning. Bit by bit she laces his words together as a picture slowly forms her in thoughts. Her eyes don't stray away from his not wanting to miss a beat between them.]

You won't hurt me.

[Naminé's voice is clear as if knowing it to be true. Her eyes reflect every emotion that she feels pressing against her heart: affection, worry, fear. All swirling together in the bright blue hue of her gaze.

She leans forward keeping his hand against her cheek as she moves. She stops before her lips met his as if waiting for permission to move forward. She can taste the heat of his breath as it caresses her cheek. She almost wishes she could ask him to trust in her, believe in her but the words stop before ever leaving her lips.]

Riku

[as vague as he's been, she knows him too well. and it doesn't seem to take her long to figure out the implication. all the same, it doesn't seem to deter her at all. if anything, she tucks in closer trying to reassure him.]

[which makes it even harder for him to resist. she's leaning in and she's so close now... he can almost taste her. he wants to even. still, even if she claims he won't hurt her, what if he does? what if everything goes wrong? what if, what if... ]

[but he understands at that point... pulling back from her will also hurt her. he's in an inevitable bind. a bind that he wants and doesn't want. with a name he wants to hear from her and yet doesn't want because it's not really his. but then she makes it feel like it is with that breath against his face-]

[he leans in to meet her the rest of the way, the kiss chaste at first. gentle. he can't hurt her, he can't hurt her. ...but he wants her so much, he's already stinging.

..would she want that, too?]

[Her eyes close as his lips met hers. It is warm and the soft gentle touch of his lips quickly chase away the cold she felt growing in her heart. Her heart steadied and with each passing moment she felt the ache in her chest lessen.

Namine's free hand comes up and gently traces along his jaw before interlacing within his hair. She doesn't want the warmth to end but she knows she has to pull away, if only to breath. Their kiss breath for a moment but she stays close to his lips tasting the air between them with each tentative breath.

She wishes they could be close, he's the only one who truly knows her. Who see's her as she is and not as the imagine of the girl she was. She's nobody and he accepts each part of her as she does him.]

I.. I don't want you to pull away. [Her lips brush against his as she speaks. Leaning forward to kiss him again, her lips parting slightly so her tongue can glide across his bottom lip.

Namine doesn't want to loose him to his thoughts. It's true they have grown closer but it's also so easy for the distance between them to grow again. He is all she has left and while she might not deserve it, she wants him.]

[her lips on his was enticing enough. but when her hand strays along his jawline, buries into his hair, he sighs just a little heartily. she's always made delicate work of everything she's done just about. she's not cruel by nature and it tells even in the most mundane of things. and now those kind hands are seeking him again with soft promise and he wants to hold them to him. for them to never leave him.]

[he's still stiff. in more ways than one. but he's starting to loosen up some, especially the longer he feels her close to him, the way she had looked at him with those blue eyes of hers so bold for someone so delicate. he wants this closeness, wants her to want this, too. and her request only emboldens the idea.]

[but her tongue has even more to say. his eyes open wide briefly as his breath holds a beat. but then he's tilting his head in an unpracticed manner, attempting to coax her tongue into an open mouthed kiss. no tongue on his part yet, uneasy that it would be too much. he's the one who started to create some distance with her again. the last thing he wants is to add more reason to that. instead, his free hand now comes up to gingerly brush her bangs that have covered her left eye before letting it thumb her chin.]

[She takes the bait, her tongue flicking out and exploring between his lips. She's tentative at first unsure and unused to these sorts of things. Her motions are painfully slow, almost clumsy as she tries to steady the rapid heat of her breath. Her eyes close focusing on the heat of his lips and the taste of his breath.

Namine moans softly, her body gently molding to his. She can tell that he's stiff but he isn't pulling away. He's kissing her back and she wants to keep that. Her heart beat drums in her chest as she pulls herself a little closer to him.

Her torso gently presses against him, her body malleable as she rests in his hold.]

[slow and clumsy is fine with him. more than fine. he certainly is far from practiced, himself, and it shows in the way he tries to tilt his head another way only to bump noses with her and he jolts slightly, flustered. but the feeling of her tongue tickling his front teeth reminds him of what they're doing and he starts to meet it with his own- when she leans in, moaning like that.]

[oh light, that shouldn't excite him as much as it does. he shouldn't be so easily overtaken because it's her and he wants to be careful, so careful. but she is not helping, especially when he feels her chest pressed to his. he shivers at her closeness, the feeling of that drumming being joined by his own heartbeat, artificial or not.]

[but for as much as he wants to take her breath away at that point, he's quickly starting to realize how much his back is aching already from leaning over like he is. reluctantly, he ends the kiss if not with a promising swipe of his tongue between her own lips. catching breath, he stares at her with slightly hazy eyes, seeming to try to mouth something. but in the end, he just removes both hands from her face, instead wrapping his arms around her smaller body to help pull her up onto the couch with him. whether she decides to sit next to him or sit on his lap, he leaves to her although should she choose to sit on his lap, he seems to shy away from her getting too close (whether or not she realizes the tenting down there is another question entirely).]

[but it doesn't stop him from keeping his hands from starting to slip up the curve of her back, exploring. with a soft grunt, he pulls her close again, his mouth tracing along her jawline with butterfly kisses until he's back at her mouth, inviting her in once more and should she return to her earlier exploring, she'll find him taking her tongue and suckling it between his lips with a soft shiver on his end.]

[There was something about his awkward fumbling’s that made Namine smile. It was cute and with each awkward moment she feels an unfamiliar tremble in her chest. It is foreign in every way leaving her breathless and unsure. She wants to be close to him but she isn’t able to explain it with words. She can draw it like a feeling that she wishes she could access but she wants to show him; to reach out to him.

For a moment there is panic. She feels the heat of his tongue across her lips and then cold as he shifts himself up. She feels those silent words pass over her and she wishes she could say something in return. Could she say his name? Her bright blue eyes watch him curiously as he pulls her into his lap. Her body yields to him molding to his touch as if it is the most natural reaction in the world. If there is any discomfort she doesn’t show it. Her cheeks flush brightly at his touch and she feels a thrill shot through her limbs. His fingers sent shivers down her spine as his palms pressed against the small of her back. She notices that he pulls away slightly and the mixture of motions leave her confused. Her palms rest on his chest feeling the steady drum of his breath.]

Riku

[Her tone is soft accompanied with a soft whine as he pulls her towards him. She can feel the heat of his body and then the sweet caress of his breath as his lips tour along her jaw. A soft greedy whine falls from her lips and her fingers curl around his shirt to hold him close as their lips met again. Her eyes slowly closed as she melted into him. Her tongue darted out deepening their kiss. Her arms circle his neck pressing her body against him as heated moans began to leave her lips. She doesn’t want him to pull away. If he had left her it would be like having the air stolen from her lungs.

Namine’s fingers curl into his hair tugging gently as she shortens the distance between them.]

[for as well as he tried to shy from getting too close to her considering... many things, she certainly seems to be intent of the opposite. and for as much as his brain should be screaming that 'no, bad idea. no away. break off', his emotions say otherwise. it probably doesn't help with that whine (so, she wanted to be close to him like that?) between her protest and the way she melds back along him, it all but encourages him to step things up. as she meets his lips again with arms now fit around his neck, he finds passion in what once was so chaste and light.]

[her moans make his body tremble, a moan of his own escaping him at the way she particularly tugs his hair and he can't help but shift his hips with a slightly choked groan as he feels himself brushing against her with that uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. he finally breaks off the kiss with catching breath, whispering.] Naminé.. [there's so much more he could say, but he doesn't. he doesn't because she seems to want what they've done so far. so it's okay, right? that's what hormones are saying anyway as he takes a moment to nudge her chin up with his nose. just enough so that he can start peppering her neck with kisses now. occasionally included a lap of his tongue. his hands continue to move, mapping her out along her sides now..]

[She shivers as the bulge brushes against her thigh. She wants to kiss him and feel close though she quickly realizes that she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She shifts her weight allowing for her leg to move over and straddle Riku’s lap. She can feel the heat between them and it pulls a whine from her chest. Her dress slowly hikes up her legs as she nestles against him.

Namine pants breathlessly as he pulls away catching his gaze for an instant as he whispers her name. It’s enough to push her further into his embrace. To want to be lost in the sweet sensations of his touch.]

It feels hot. [She doesn’t know how else to describe it and without realizing her hips pulsed forward rubbing against him.] Riku.

[Each kiss and flick of his tongue along her neck is punctuated by greedy moans. His breath rushes over her skin leaving her quivering as her body begs for more. The soft pressure sends shivers over her skin and she wishes more than ever to feel his touch. As his hands move over her, she begins to slowly explore him. Her delicate fingers moving down his chest, teasing at his waist line before slipping up under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin.]

[for all the things that Naminé has known, this seems to be something he knows more of which is weird in it of itself. in some ways, having Riku's memories is a blessing because he can remember how he sated this ache. what goes where is more technical and textbook read, but if they can figure that out-]

nngh..! [straddling was one thing and exciting enough but when he feels her start to rub against him like that, he can't help but groan with each impact, his hands on her sides tightening. it's enough that the invasion of fingers on the bare skin of his suddenly tightening stomach causes him to tremble and wheeze, hot breath panting against her now moist skin. shaky hands dislodge from her sides if only to meet with hers. encouragingly, he takes the hand that was sliding on his bare skin moments ago and moves it to the hem of his shirt. his own hands join her as he leans back enough to look her square in the eye with glazed eyes and swollen lips as he starts to peel it up over him.]

[The firm grip of his hands around her sides makes her shiver. She feels safe in his arms and she wishes that she could stay nestled within their firm grasp. She can feel the change in his breath against her skin producing soft whines with each hot breath.

Namine watches him as he guides her. Her breath catches in her throat as his shirt is tossed to the floor. His chest is muscular, power rippling from his chest as his arms came to rest around her. She pressed her palm to his chest this time feeling the beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. She stays there for a moment before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his collarbone. Her tongue swirls over his skin tasting the salty flavor as her lips trailed down his frame.

Her hips continue to push against him though her pace is slow, agonizing as she kisses over his heart.]

I can hear it. [Bright blue eyes flick up at him.] Your heart.

[agonizing is an understatement. he's starting to hurt down there. but he has enough sense left to realize that suddenly disrobing entirely like that might be a bit much. for both of them really. she's not the only one who's never done this before. although the treatment she's giving his bared skin isn't really helping either. the pink of the flush of his face isn't just there. it lingers down further along the planes of fit body and he shudders again, starting to slide his hands up and down her sides as he rocks back against her with uneven breath with a sudden groan here and there when she hits any particularly nice spots.]

[he only freezes again when she speaks those words. his eyes which he didn't even realized he closed open again and he looks down at her with shaky breath. he could feel a pounding in his body, he's known something like it's been in him all this time, but somehow hearing that from her just makes it more real and true. he doesn't know how to feel about it. should he be happy to have a heart like this? it seems to make her pretty happy, so maybe that's enough. that sense of realness.]

[something that might have been an almost smile crosses his lips and he pulls one of his hands back from around her. he starts for her breast only to pause at the last second as realization sets in that she might misunderstand.] Can I feel it?

-Your heartbeat. I won't do... anything else if, you know... [...not that he would mind, but. he's really still trying to be good about this.]

[She rests against his chest glancing up when she feels his stare on the top of her head. A heart beat is a wonderful thing and she knows that he has a good heart, even if he can’t always see it. It’s special because it’s his. She slowly lifts her head, her hair tickling along his skin as she moves.

Namine’ isn’t expecting his question and she feels her cheeks flush brightly. Her fingers slid down to his torso resting at his waist to give him access to her body. Her breath is heavy and she feels her chest heave with each ragged breath. Bright blue eyes stare up at him, there is worry there, mixed with the affection she feels for him.] I’m a nobody.

[Her voice softens.] I don’t have a heart. [Of course Namine is an anomaly. She is a nobody and she isn’t supposed to have a heart but she feels. It’s dull and unclear but she can’t describe it as anything else.

Her hand covers his moving it over her chest.] What… do you feel? [She feels a shiver through her body as his fingers press against her breasts and a shift in his hand will make her gasp.]

[it's true he knows. that nobodies aren't supposed to have hearts. but he has something like a heart in him, isn't it not far of a stretch that she could too? perhaps not an actual heart. but where do her emotions come from otherwise? what makes her give him the looks like the one she's giving him now? maybe what she has is no realer than his but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.]

[so he doesn't hesitate when she guides him to touch her. his own breath is uneven and excited but he really is looking to feel it more than feel her chest at this point. so when his hand finally touches her breast, his eyes close and he just concentrates. easier said than done with how her chest continues to heave and rub up against his cupped palm but he manages to keep his self-control and listen with his touch.]

I don't know if... [he trails off as he pays attention again quietly, sliding his hand a bit to see if that helps any and freezing when she gasps like that. the flush to his face seems to go impossibly more red as he finally admits.] It's quiet. But I can feel something. [rapid like a humming bird. he looks up at her through shaggy bangs. he should cut his hair, but real thing just did so that's all the more reason not to.] Naminé, are... Are you still okay with this?

[he's shirtless, she's putty in his hands, and they're both breathing hard like they just fought a swarm of heartless but he still can't help but ask. that's just how much he's scared of screwing this up.]

[Her face is flushed brightly and her breathing becomes heavier after feeling the weight of his hand on her chest. It’s so hot and so hard to breath but she doesn’t want him to stop. There is the sense of his touch as his fingers grope her chest and the heat that she feels beneath her but that’s nothing compared to his words.

Namine repeats the words in her mind. I can feel something. She has a heart and while it isn’t traditional it only beats for him. She wants to feel her heart, to feel love, to feel acceptance, to feel. Bright blue eyes met his gaze and a shy smile pulls across her thin lips.]

Yes. I want this. I want you. [She’s scared too. She doesn’t want him to push away from her ever again. It feels as if he’s taken her heart and she can only feel it when he’s near. It’s already too late for her to pull away.]

[he watches her with a hard swallow. for as much physical attention as they have given each other the past five (likely more) minutes, there's something just much more exciting when he hears those words. knowing things are okay like this even if she's scared and he's scared and they haven't done anything like this before? is priceless.]

[with that answer in mind, he nods carefully with the smallest of smiles before he finally leans in to mirror her. his hand slides down her stomach, replaced by his lips instead. they meet her breast through her dress as he leaves a sensual kiss there. his other hand follows down her spine as he kisses her again... and again with a tantalizing lick this time just as his hands both find their destination and he tugs at the lace at the bottom of her bunched dress.]<

[She mans softly as the heat of his lips sink through the thin veil of her dress. Her eyes mist over at the heat that swells in her chest and she feels her body weaken against him. She wants him and she fears the moment he'd pull away.

Namine's hands glide across his arms as he moves them over her body. Her dress isn't so hard to remove. It can slip over her head and at his light tugs it slid.]

Riku.

[She whispers his name feeling the heat of his body against her. Her hips pulsed forward and she moans feeling his length press against her inner thigh.]

[well, he's not going to push her away. at least not unless she asks. already he's feeling the static of her warm skin as the edge of his fingertips. and if that wasn't enough, there she is whispering his name and grinding her hips to his. he chokes out another moan needier than any previous one so far. he bucks back, that moan raising half an octave. and then tucks back as his hands start moving and her dress is slowly sliding up her body.]

[already he can see her pale skin flushed more pink starting with her thighs and the valley between them covering yet by her panties, the softness of her navel.. and he wants to touch her. but he wants even more to finish his task at hand so he can see all of her. so he continues, watching as the undercurve of her breasts finally appears, the rest being seen with a bra strapped tight to support them. he shortly has to take his eyes off them and concentrate more on helping her peel the dress off, straps and all, along her arms.]

[but then there it goes, strewn on the floor. and there he is with still ragged breath as he slowly explores her with a once over. his gaze returns to her in short notice and rather than ravish her immediately, he... blushes and looks off to the side.] You look... [wow, what would would he even use to describe her here? no word seems to fit right or maybe it's just simply not a usual thing in his vocabulary.] ...beautiful. [he eventually settles with that.]

[ Namine feels the heat in her abdomen rise as his hips rub against her. Her panties are soaked in her arousal making the air smell like her bodies lewd desires. Her fingers tremble as her body reacts to his. She feels as if they fit perfectly together somehow, two parts of a greater whole.

She can feel the fabric of her dress shifting as he pulls it over her head. Her arms move up to slip the garment off and easily toss it to the floor. The room is cold and she feels a shiver as the thin vale of fabric is toss aside. Her cheeks flush at his gaze as he glances at the gentle curves of her frame. Her breath is heavy and with each breath her chest heaves slightly. Her arms remain at her sides as if inviting him to look and touch her torso.

She doesn’t know what to say at his compliment. She shifts feeling the heat between her legs scrape across that ever present bulge as she does. Namine whines softly.]

I’m… Riku.. It feels so hot.

( SHOULD BE SCARED ) smut meme

Sorta >.<

has today been better at the very least?

Yes :3

that's great to hear!

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is the enthusiasm a bit ironic considering these two are in mid-awkward?

hehe, it's cute

heh! :)

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Sorry this is so late. Things got crazy this weekend

it's okay! i was pretty busy anyway

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and ended up pretty busy but back! ♥

Weekends get busy for me >.<