Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
Of the two of them, Stephanie had always been entirely more impulsive. Perhaps she really didn't do things without thinking them through, but she didn't exactly plan ahead either. She was the girl that just did things when the moment felt right, and sweet Rowena, if felt right at that moment. Maybe they should have taken it slow, stepped away because they knew they were drunk, but she just held to him tighter. She never wanted to let him go.
She breathed deeply and watched him with lustful eyes as he took in the scent. God...she loved watching him. He was much more incredible than anything she could ever draw. The fine lines of his face were handsome and undoubtedly sexy...she'd always wondered what this would be like.
Her fingers twisted a little tighter in his hair as that hand slid across her skin, this mouth lavishing her neck, encouraging him to stay there for a few more moments. She tiled her head back to the side, offering freely what he'd seen fit to take while she bit down on her lip. Every little thing that he did was just so unfair. She swore that she was already wet.
She pulled back with her hold in his midnight locks, but not nearly hard enough to actually hurt him. Still, she wanted to drive him as absolutely crazy as he was driving her. She planted a kiss at his jaw and trailed her lips to his ear for a moment, "You love it and you know it," she said softly, her voice was unlike it had ever been before, almost a purr. She brushed her lips against the soft skin there behind his ear and nipped gently at his earlobe.
Stephanie released her hold on him, but stayed just as close, dusting teasing kisses along his neck and jawline. She just barely kissed his lips, and hoped that the scent of blueberry was still driving him mad. She wriggled slightly against him, unintentionally rocking her hips against his. It made the desire in her grow that much stronger. She wanted to be so close to him that they wouldn't be able to tell where one ended and the other began, "Stephen..." she said his name like a kind of plea, her lips just brushing against his.