Lea Mathews ignores the moon. (perniciously) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-10-27 14:33:00 |
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WHO: Lea & Godolfr
WHAT: Masked fun
WHEN: 11 PM, during the Masquerade
WHERE: The Community Centre and surrounding area...ish
RATING: S for Smexy or Steamy--this could get high.
STATUS: Closed//On Going (put here to for possible nsfw reasons)
The night was inching forward. It was eleven o'clock, and she had yet to find Godolfr. She was trying not to be one of those girls. You know the kind. The girls who get all gross over men, who worry about every little thing: does he like me; is he bored with me; did he get a better offer? She wasn't that type of person, or she didn't want to be. She was enjoying the time she and Godolfr spent together. She felt more like her old self. Which, when compared to who she was in this village, wasn't saying much, but at least her old self was more open about things. She didn't used to hide, though she worked hard to be invisible. She would try new things. She would do things that she knew could get her in trouble or hurt. Here, though? Here she'd been staying out of it. What she was doing with Godolfr made her bold.
She pushed aside her doubts. Fuck it. If he didn't show up, she saw Mike Corner around earlier. She could ask him about his Goblin pants. She could find other options, even though she didn't want another option at the moment. Not with the way Godolfr could make her feel. She was serious when she'd told him that he likely ruined her for other men. She didn't know how anyone could live up to his talents. Being hunted. Feeling wanted. Taking control in the clock tower. He'd started that one, true, but she had him on his back. She was on top and in charge, and she had taken her time with him, bringing him so close to the edge then pulling back just before he could come. Not once nor twice, but three times.
Lea suppressed a shiver, covering her mmm in her cup. Her cheeks felt warm, and her breathing was a trifle uneven as she thought about how they moved together, meeting and parting like they both desperately needed the release. My god, she thought, scanning the room for the hundredth time, where is he? She moved to the dance floor, weaving her way between and around dancing couples. The song was fast; no one noticed her. She stood in the middle, bobbing her head a bit to the music subconsciously. She wasn't going to be one of those girls. She was going to play it cool. If he moved on, she wouldn't be heartbroken. Disappointed, yes, but she was fairly certain her heart would be fine. She tried to breathe, to be patient, but that was getting harder to do. It was a good thing she was female, because her longing wasn't made evident by an unfortunate tent.