Annabelle Leigh Marrok (untamed_heart) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-23 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-05 |
who: Annabelle and Chase
when: Sometime around midnight
where: their camping spot
what: naughty shenigans
warnings: NSFW due to nudity and sexual content.
When Chase saw all the teenagers at the party in the woods, he figured that the party would have been nothing but teenagers, but was pleasantly surprised that he didn't seem to be the only older guy there. Not that he'd like to think of himself as old really, but that was besides the point. It ended up being pretty fun, actually. More so by the time that he and Annabelle decided to head back to the tent he'd set up. Giggly Annabelle was hilarious and the way she practically danced herself across the grass was cute and sexy all at the same time. His trademark crooked little grin was on his face the whole way to the tent and upon reaching it, he caught Annabelle by the waist and pulled her back against him. "I should give you wine coolers more often." he teased, pressing a little kiss to her neck.
The party had been fun, even if she knew that Oliver had likely been keeping tabs on what she and Chase were up to, she hadn't allowed her older brother's protectiveness to interfere with the enjoyment of the evening. She hadn't gone to too many of these kinds of parties when she had been in school, the family was usually off in Canada during the summers and she just wasn't allowed to party during the school year, so it was almost like a mini do-over for the beauty queen and she had enjoyed herself, due mostly to the company of her date. It didn't take more than a couple wine coolers to get the blonde buzzed and giggly. Aside from the high provided by drink, she was just, well, happy, it showed in the way she skipped and danced her way back to the tent. Annabelle let out a little giggle and a soft happy sigh when Chase took her in his arms and kissed her neck, she pressed into him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "You don't need alcohol to get me into bed, you know..." she murmured softly, another little giggle following after.
Chase rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see it, and pressed another kiss to her neck before releasing her and moving to unzip the tent. Motioning for her to go inside, he gave her a little smile. "I didn't give you liquor to get you in bed." he told her. "You woulda been in my bed tonight anyway. Last time it only took a little rain." he teased. He knew the limits to all things physical between them and he planned on being a good boy, damn it, but with her looking so damn cute and talking about 'getting her in bed', it was hard for Chase to keep his mind from being completely in the gutter.
"A little rain and a little flirting... I'm not that easy..." Annabelle answered, sticking her tongue out at him. Flirting, that crooked little grin, the incredible way he smelled, the spectacular view she got when he peeled his shirt off, see, it took more than a little rain to get Annabelle Marrok into his bed... well, it did! "You sound awfully sure of yourself there, Chase face." she smirked, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger. "Probably cause you should be," she added, leaning in to press a quick kiss to that hot mouth of his.
"Mmm... so it was just the rain and the flirting?" he asked her, brow arched just slightly. "Seems you're forgetting about the nudity and the making out and the... touching..." he smirked. He remembered all of those things. Down to the last detail. Every freckle on her body permanently etched in his brain. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath that she took. He had to push the images out of his mind or else there'd be plenty popping up for them to talk about. "I'm not sure of myself, actually." he said. "I haven't dated in forever and... I mean not that we are dating. Unless you want to be. But I totally understand if you don't want to be." God, did he have to be blushing himself to death right now? Seriously.
And did she have to be so cute when she tapped the end of his nose with that single, slender fingertip? Even dumb little things like a simple touch had his body all but trembling. Then she went and said that he should be sure of himself which made him think that maybe she did want him after all. Damn it, did girls have to be so confusing? He didn't really get much time to think on any of that though because her lips were pressed to his again and all he could do was kiss her back. Like he'd just let a kiss go unreturned. Psh. This was Annabelle Marrok for fucks sake.
Once he pulled back from the kiss, he bit his bottom lip through a crooked grin. "Get in the tent." he told her. "Because I'm not going to give these people a show and the things you've got me wanting to do with you are probably illegal for public viewing in all fifty states."
Annabelle's eyes widened a bit, but not remotely out of fear. Excited anticipation more like, the corners of her lips curling up into a naughty little grin. "Sir, yes Sir..." she responded, giving a quick little mock salute before doing as the ridiculously hot boy had told her, backing her way into tent, tugging Chase along with her -- fingers fisted around the material of his shirt.
Well he couldn't exactly refuse her when she was tugging him along like that. Chase quite readily followed her into the tent, toeing his shoes off and setting them into one corner of the inside of the little shelter before moving to sit on the air mattress. "Come here." he said softly, beckoning her closer with a single finger.
Annabelle too went about kicking her shoes off, and getting them set aside next to his. She bit her lower lip and stood there for just a moment grinning at him when he asked her to come over to him, but only for a moment before padding her way slowly over to him -- coming to a stop standing in front of him. "Illegal acts, hmm?" she asked, biting that lower lip again, this time letting her teeth drag over the pink flesh.
Even barefoot, feet against the floor of the tent, she walked like a supermodel. Annabelle Marrok was an amazing work of art that moved and breathed and did things like biting her bottom lip which just made his insides bunch up and his skin get hot. God she was gorgeous. Again he couldn't believe that she was even giving him the time of day, but there she was before him teasing him like that and he wanted more of it. "Maybe that was just my way of getting you in the tent." he teased, giving her a little wink and a smile. "Thought you said it took more to get you in bed than a little flirting."
Reaching up, he let his hands settle on her hips and pulled her down onto his lap, immediately leaning in to press a soft little kiss against those perfectly pouted lips of hers. "Gotcha here though, didn't it?" he teased.
"No, I said it took more than a little rain, the flirting got you in like Flynn." she smirked, grinning like a nit when he tugged her down onto his lap; letting her long legs slide to either side of his hips so that she was straddling him. Annabelle thought she rather liked this position. "That it did," she murmured against that hot mouth of his. She'd likely give him a good sock in the arm if she knew he couldn't figure out what she was doing there with him. She liked Chase, even when they were kids and he was mean to her, she still followed him around like a little puppy whenever he came to the house and went out to play with Oliver in the back yard with their 'boy stuff'.
"So..." she breathed, nuzzling her nose against his, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "Now that you've got me here... what are you gonna do with me?" she whispered, pale blue eyes fixing on his dark brown eyes expectantly.
"Oh it did, did it?" he asked, a little grin coming up over his face when she straddled his hips. Yeah, he definitely liked this position. Really liked this position and if he kept thinking about that, he'd surely be letting her know just how much he liked it. Focusing on what she was saying instead of on his body and on hers and how it felt against his own, he shrugged a little. "Depends on what you want me to do with you." he said, biting his lower lip and not letting his eyes move from hers. "I think that it's more what I want to do to you."
"Mmmmhmmm, it did." she said, wiggling her hips ever so slightly. She might not have been drunk, but her inhibitions were slightly decreased by her fun little buzz, that and she was a twenty year old girl that had never gotten to make out with boys until now. It was all new and exciting and it felt really good. She knew it could only go so far, but damn if she wasn't determined to take it as far as it could safely go. If he was trying to not focus on their bodies and the current position thereof, she wasn't gonna make it easy for him to be successful with that. "Then I'll rephrase... what do you want to do to me, Chase?" she breathed, leaning in to suck then gently and very carefully nip his lower lip.
She just had to go and wiggle her hips like that, sending all sorts of heated signals from his brain to the head between his legs. Yeah, hiding how much he liked her was going to be difficult if she kept doing things like that. He'd crushed on her for eternity, because she was Annabelle Marrok and she'd been the hottest thing in the little town since forever, but that wasn't the point. He really did like her for other things besides the way that she looked. She was a smart girl and she could really be going places and he sometimes envied all that she was. She was beautiful and smart and funny and her personality could light up a room almost as much as her smile could.
He was the luckiest guy in Scarlet Oak at that very moment with Annabelle sitting in his lap.
"I wanna kiss you again." he told her, his eyes flicking to the little curve of her lower lip, so damn taunting, tempting him with all the most horribly filthy thoughts. Annabelle was a nice girl and he really shouldn't be thinking such dirty things about her. It was sort of difficult not to think dirty things when he could still picture the way that her body looked when she didn't have any clothes on. He could still see the way she looked with damp hair and eyes fixed on his own. When she nipped his lower lip, there was that sense of danger, but she was being so gentle he didn't really worry too much. He knew that Annabelle wouldn't just bite him. He knew her far better than to even let that thought cross his mind.
"I wanna touch you too." he whispered, lips pressing against hers as he mimicked her light sucking move and did the same to her lower lip, giving it a tiny little nip as well. "And I'm thinking I wanna taste you too." he breathed. "If your lips are this sweet, well..." And again the flush returned to his face and he bit his lower lip.
Did I really just say that out loud?
Annabelle wouldn't mind in the least that Chase was thinking impure thoughts about her, in fact, it would likely turn her on even more. Even if it wasn't something that would stoke the fire already burning in the young werewolf, she couldn't exactly fault him for the behavior she herself was guilty of in regards to him. After all, she had absconded with his black t-shirt he'd let her borrow and taken to sleeping in it, well, sleeping in it after she'd gotten herself off breathing in his scent that still lingered in the weave of the material while she imagined her fingers weren't her own, but his, among other things she imagined belonging to him moving inside of her.
She blushed only slightly at the words he'd spoken, most of the blood had rushed downward rather than up to her cheeks. "I'm thinking... I want you to, too..." she admitted in a hushed whisper against his lips.
There had been many a fantasy of Miss Michigan from way back when she was still in a training bra and that rack she had now was barely budding. She still had those amazing legs, the ones that were on either side of him and that smile, god she had that too. When she whispered against his lips, he smiled just a hint of a smile, his mouth still against hers just barely, lips gently touching lips. One hand remained at her hip and the other slowly slid up her side, fingertips dancing across her body and up to her breastbone. He let that same hand slowly trail back down then, choosing a path between her breasts this time, soft movements across the fabric of her shirt.
"You'll have to get rid of some of these clothes..." he whispered. "If you're wanting what I'm wanting." Getting naked probably wasn't the brightest idea when he knew he had to be good, but there were so many other things that he could do that didn't involve lifetime commitment. He knew that should he make that decision that he should be completely and utterly sure of it first. It wouldn't be fair to Annabelle to jump into a decision that held her sanity at stake. All that other touching though? He most definitely could give her what she wanted.
And that had to be the sexiest moment of her life thus far, feeling the heat of his breath against her lips, the smell of their shared arousal and the way he let his hand travel the line of her chest like that... it was just plain sex and their clothes were still on. "Oh I definitely want it..." she breathed, her eyes filled with lust as she gazed into his. Annabelle kissed him once more, slipping her tongue into his mouth just so, teasingly before reluctantly pulling away, her fingers moving up to the top button of her shirt, undoing it with ease, moving on to the next.
Chase let his eyes fix on her fingers as he pulled his own away from her chest. Taking just the briefest of moments to pull his wifebeater off, he tossed it aside and focused on her again. Annabelle Marrok was taking off her shirt right there in front of him. She wanted him. More importantly, she wanted him to do all sorts of wonderful, deliciously naughty things to her.
Annabelle finished unfastening the last button and quickly wiggled out of the shirt, tossing it aside, reaching out to grab his hands and place them against her bare sides. She bit her lower lip again as she looked at him, letting her hands move to his bare chest the tiniest of little contented sighs escaping her lips. "Did I ever get the chance to tell you that... I'm really happy you came home?"
Chase's eyes continued to follow her fingers until that last button was undone and her shirt was discarded. He didn't even care where the piece of fabric had landed. It had served it's purpose and was now completely unneeded. "I'm really happy I came home too." he whispered, letting his hands slide slowly up her sides and then back down again. "You know you're beautiful, right?" he whispered, leaning up to press his lips to hers again. "Like perfection that breathes." Or something like that. Chase had lost the ability to be profound in anything that he said. He was far too taken with the fact that she was on his lap and shirtless.
Goosebumps raised on her skin at his touch, and Annabelle's cheeks flushed a little. Knowing you're 'pretty' and being told that you're 'beautiful' and 'perfection' from the one person you want to hear it from were two entirely different things, the latter being one of those things she'd make a mental recording of to play back in her head whenever she wasn't feeling it with Chase's voice to affirm it. Had it been any other guy, probably even Jackson (had he ever made half an attempt to touch her), she might have wondered about the genuineness of the statement. But she'd known Chase forever and so when he said it, she could believe it. Annabelle slid her arms around the back of his neck, letting her fingers thread into his hair, pressing her lips to his, experimentally rolling her hips against him.
He had wanted to keep kissing her, damn it, he had, but she was making it hard - in more ways than one - to keep his brain focused on moving his lips against hers. The way her hips rolled against his he could almost pretend that he was inside of her and not just pressed against her and that was all sorts of bad. He couldn't think about that right now, not when he wanted her so badly. He couldn't let himself get wrapped up in her and carried away. It was for her that he was trying to be level headed, but damn if it wasn't difficult.
He let out a little gasp as his lips pulled back from hers, his fingers clutching at her hips, digging into the skin beneath them. "I'm really trying not to just have my way with you." he whispered. Not that she was helping his resolve any. He didn't bother letting her respond before he leaned in to press his lips against the soft skin above the line of the fabric of her bra. She was warm and soft and ivory complected. Beautiful. There wasn't another way to describe her, not if he'd sat for a million years just thinking up words for the girl. One hand slid up her side and behind her back, along the curve of her flesh until it finally came to the fastenings of that restraining undergarment. He wanted to free her of it and with one skilled movement of his hand, he unhooked the hooks holding the material in place.
His lips traveled upwards to her neck as he used both hands to slide the bra off and toss it aside. Once it was removed, his arms went around her and he pulled her close to him, still kissing along the column of her neck to her ear. Chest against chest, muscle against soft curves, he let out a little hmm of approval.
One could hardly blame the girl for allowing her body to do such things, all of this was so new to the twenty year old beauty queen when most of her peer group had been doing this and a whole lot more from the time they were junior high age. While it was likely a dangerous behavior to allow herself to indulge in, it felt so good feeling him stir between her thighs. She knew she was only allowed to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside her, if it felt this good with their pants still... it was going to be mind blowing if and when it finally happened.
Her breaths quickened as did the movements of her hips rocking against him as he pressed that hot mouth against her skin and she let out the softest of moans. He knew what he was doing, that was certain, the way he so quickly and effortlessly unhooked her bra like that showed well practiced skill. Annabelle was well aware he wasn't a virgin, Cindy Mulligan had been quite vocal about Chase's talents back in high school as well as a couple other girls on the cheerleading squad. She had been a little jealous back then, but she'd never really let herself entertain the idea of being with Chase that way back then -- now, however, she couldn't help but be jealous of any and all the girls he'd been with in the past. Sure, he was with her now, but she couldn't just go at it with him like her body was begging her to, and what if he was never ready for the kind of commitment it would take to be able to give all of herself to him? She didn't want to think about that, the whole idea of it was too painful and she wanted to enjoy this time with him, whether it led to mating one day or not.
His skin pressed against hers like that made it easier to push those thoughts aside for the time being, her fingers tightened in his hair and her body quivered in delight as his kisses reached her ear, she'd always been extra sensitive in that area.
The movements she made and the way her breaths came more frequent with each one she inhaled and each little exhale that followed had his own breaths coming out in soft little gasps. He might have been the average high school man slut, but Cindy Mulligan, and any cheerleader he slept with for that matter, had just been mere ploys in hopes of getting Annabelle Marrok to notice him as more than just a friend or the son of her father's partner. The crush had stuck around no matter who shared his bed. There were never girls that lasted more than a few months and yet that feeling that he had for the blonde cheerleader never seemed to go away. Even now, so many years later.
Sure, he might not have been ready to jump into forever just yet, but it wasn't because he didn't want to. He knew how he felt about Annabelle, knew how much she meant to him, but it was for her sake and not his own that he'd chosen to behave himself. He didn't want to risk hurting her in any way. He didn't want to put her sanity on the line. He knew he wouldn't change his mind, but there was always that tiny little sliver of a chance and he refused to let Annabelle be a casualty to his decisions no matter how sure he was. He wanted to be more than sure, he wanted to be positive in every way before he dared even entertain the thought.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Chase whispered against the sensitive skin just behind her ear, his fingers splayed across the soft flesh of her back. He'd wanted her for so long that having her felt akin to a dream and now that he had her so close to him, he wasn't even sure what to do with her. He wanted her closer, wanted to feel her more wanted to memorize every single breath she took, the way the air that she breathed out felt against his heated skin. Letting his hands move down to hook around her waist, he slowly shifted, lifting her body and moving them back onto the bed, rolling her over onto her back against the pillows that had been placed on the air mattress.
Letting his hands move away from her back, he slid them down the curve of her sides and to the fastenings of her jeans. Button slowly slipping through the slot of the denim that she wore, Chase looked up at her, eyes questioning the girl beneath him. "Can you behave yourself?" he whispered, capturing her lips, letting his linger on the lower one for the briefest of moments before he released it again.
He could just keep telling her she was beautiful like that as much as he wanted and she'd never get tired of hearing it from him, especially breathed against the back of her ear like that. Jesus. She arched in tighter against him, breathing him in deeply, the smell of him was more intoxicating than any alcoholic concoction could ever be. Annabelle clung to him as he shifted their bodies' positions and took residence on top of her. He asked if she could behave herself, she was rather glad he claimed her mouth in a kiss rather than let her answer that as she couldn't honestly promise that, especially after that kiss.
Annabelle's eyelids fluttered open, focusing on his brown depths, letting herself get lost in that gaze for the moment. She couldn't imagine what had taken her so long to see him like this, it was weird, almost as if she'd been sleep walking through her life, waiting for him to wake her up. Annabelle Marrok was awake now, eyes wide open and falling hard and fast for her childhood friend. "I make no promises..." she breathed, letting a hand slide down from his hair to caress his cheek, biting her lip.
She couldn't make promises, but when she looked at him like that it was hard for him to tell himself that he had to be the one to make the promises. He had to keep his dick in his pants, or at least out of her, but that was damn easier said than it would be to be done. Fingertips clasping the pull of her zipper between them, he slowly slid it down and then let his hands dance across the front of her jeans to the sides and hooked them in both the denim and the panties that she wore beneath them. He kissed her again and then let his lips slide slowly down her body, kissing every inch he could on his way down, pulling her pants along as he moved. Never once did he let himself get too close to the parts he wanted to kiss and touch and taste the most. Instead, he teased both himself and the blonde beneath him by avoiding those places altogether.
Once her pants were to her ankles, his lips against the skin of her calf, he pulled them off completely and tossed the panties and boxers away on the pile of clothes in one corner of the tent. Focusing on her face as he kissed his way up again, he tried not to let his mind focus on the fact that Annabelle was naked before him and he still had his gym shorts on, boxers beneath doing little to hide just how much he yearned for her right now. He might not have been able to do everything his body was wanting to do, but he'd damn sure keep up with the kissing and touching and anything that Annabelle was going to allow him. Tonight would be one he'd remember, he was sure, regardless of the fact that he'd be sure to not cross that line.