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ἡ Κρεσσιδά εὔχεται τὴν ΄Εκάτην. (magikos) wrote in st_margarets,
@ 2016-07-09 00:51:00

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character: cressida hallowfen, character: micah kaden, location: cressida's bungalow

Thread: Temporary Good-byes
WHO: Cressida Hallowfen and Micah Kaden
WHEN: Jul. 9, morning
WHERE: Cressida's Bungalow

Cressida was going to leave the next day for the airport. She'd catch a flight from New York to London, and from there catch another flight to Yorkshire. There she'd spend two weeks with her parents and likely endure a thousand questions about Micah and the school, and how she was handling things. Not to mention the fact she'd been possessed by Hecate the previous year. After that time, she'd fly to Greece with her parents and see more of her extended family and others of her religion. It was a pretty big thing with them, considering Hecate hadn't touched this plane in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.

Right now, she opened her eyes and stretched in the bed a little, not needing to open her eyes to know that Micah still rested next to her. He was already rather busy this summer with going to find teens who would eventually become students, once they got out of their precarious situations. Now she would be leaving for a month. The two had used the night before to leave lasting memories to hold them over and make both eager for their eventual reunion.

Cressida turned and glanced at the clock, seeing it was the morning but not too late into it. She had the rest of the day to finish her packing. Turning her head, she saw Micah lying on his side with his eyes closed. It was debatable as to whether or not he was asleep. She leaned over to press a kiss on his lips before slipping out of the bed and reaching for the robe she wrapped around her naked form. Grabbing a clip, she twirled her dark hair up to keep it out of her way as she went to the kitchen to start cooking their breakfast.

The scent of bacon and eggs filled the air, and if Micah wasn't awake already, the tasty aroma was sure to rouse him.

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magikos
2016-07-26 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Cressida could suffocate from Kaden's kisses and she wouldn't give a damn. Her body shivered at his hands and the tickle of his beard over her skin. She never really thought herself one to like a man with a beard. Sure, aesthetically it made a man look mature, but there was always the idea of having those thick hairs brush against the skin and it hurt. But Cressida found that those kisses that scratched at her chin and currently now on her shoulder felt rather good.

Her body pressed against his bare chest and she moved her arm to slip it out of the sleeve of her robe. The other arm did the same after she gave another loving stroke over Micah. The robe collapsed to the floor, forgotten for now. Cressida arched her neck back to allow Micah easy access to wherever he wanted to kiss her.

"Don't be," she said after a soft moan, "I doubt you want me coming at you with a spade or snips." Cressida brought her hips to meet his, having pushed the material of his sweatpants down to give him a little air. She felt him hard against her, and then used both hands to grasp the back of the chair, positioning herself in order to welcome him in. Even if she and Micah made love numerous times already, he was still quite a bit to take in.

Sliding her slick entrance over him, she felt the tip and then pulled him in with a lower of her hips.

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bearsoul
2016-07-28 11:38 am UTC (link)

Micah's hands were all over Cressida when the robe was gone. They spread over her back, up her shoulders, and back down to grip her ass as his mouth hungrily devoured her skin. Shoulder, chest, the curve of her breast and then her nipple, they all received attention from Kaden's lips and tongue. He knew her scent so well by now that it was ingrained in his senses. They could be apart for a thousand years and he'd catch one trace of her and recognize it.

As Cressida pulled back to move into position, her nipple fell from between his teeth and Kaden looked up at her, eyes dark with arousal. He groaned when he felt her heat, fingers tightening on her ass while trying not to thrust up inside of her. He let her take him at her own pace at first, always considerate to not hurt her. Sometimes Kaden liked being rough. It was something he'd been exceedingly pleased to discover in Cressida, too.

"Sweet Spirit," Kaden groaned out as Cressida lowered herself. She was hot and wet and so fucking tight. "Fuck, I love you, you goddess," he breathed. Unable to wait any longer, Kaden scooped her up with his arms under her legs and rose from the chair to lay her out on the top of the table, still buried deeply within her.

With Cressida's legs hooked on his arms, Micah thrust deeply into her, holding her eyes. "I love you and I'm yours, Cress." He drew back and thrust again, groaning. "Tell me how you want it. Anything."

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magikos
2016-07-29 04:12 am UTC (link)

It was the first time Micah really said those words to her. It often felt implied in things he said or did. The way he listened and looked her in the eyes when she spoke or when he remembered things she'd said before, having found something that talked more about it. But he said it aloud amidst the throes of passion. Her body aching for satisfaction and him driving himself into her with strong shoves. Cressida's bottom lip slipped from the grip her teeth had on it, and she let out a needy groan.

"I want you . . . I want you . . . " she started but then she realized that there really wasn't an end to that sentence. It was just that. She wanted him. He said she had him. He could do pretty much anything and she probably wouldn't care because it was him and she knew he wouldn't do anything that stepped over lines. Things could get rough, but there was always the knowledge that Micah wouldn't take it too far.

She brought her hips to meet him, formulating a full sentence when she just wanted to moan his name until she ended up screaming it was difficult. She didn't say anything to him though, but acted instead. Her hand reaching up to push him, so her legs could lower to wrap around his waist, securing him inside of her. She folded herself upward to bite at his throat and then lick the mark. Her hair came loose and fell over her back and shoulders, and her tongue came upward to his chin.

"Micah," she said his name like a beckoning and fixing her gaze with his again, "I just want you. It doesn't matter how. You. You're mine and I'm yours, and I love you." The words weren't said because he said them first and she felt obligated to say it. They were said because it felt necessary to share that with him. They were in the eye of a storm, and so she would use that moment to share.

She scooted herself and hold him into her a little more, grunted as she did until they were so close not even a sliver of the sunlight coming through the blinded windows could be seen. Cressida's arms draped over Micah's shoulders and she kissed him fully, Pulling him down with her to force him to join her on the table.

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bearsoul
2016-07-29 03:46 pm UTC (link)

Micah adjusted easily to her change on position, letting her legs go to wrap around him before he thrust inside deeper than before. The groan that came from him was more of a moan. His hands braced against the table, muscles all along his arm and shoulders coiling before he scooped a hand under her ass and pulled her even more firmly against him. Her scent filled him, her low voice resonated in him, and her words struck deep. She loved him and all was right in the world.

"Yours," he repeated against her mouth in a hot breathy kiss. "Mine." The word was said with emphasis in the way he moved inside her, claiming her while giving himself over. The table bore the weight of them both, amazingly, and the flatware rattled as Micah picked up the pace, bringing them both closer and closer to release.

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magikos
2016-07-29 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Old furniture, despite what people believed, was actually pretty sturdy. At least if it was maintained. It was built to last and to be handed down. It held their weight well, though not without some strain from the exertion of their bodies moving against each other. Micah was muscle all over, after all. Cressida's breathing became more labored, the kisses interrupted by gulps of air, and groans of pleasure as they raced to the finish line.

Cressida moaned his name into his ear and at last the felt the trembling climax. Muscles clamping down as ripples washed over her and she squeezed against him. Her body shuddered and she started to relax, one muscle at a time. Her back pressing against the table cloth, and at some point a dish fell off the table and onto the floor. Lord Byron had yet to go and collect it.

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bearsoul
2016-08-03 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Kaden felt Cressida's climax ripple through her and his own was an inevitable chain reaction as he let go and gave in. Kaden could hold out for as long as needed to ensure his lover finished first. The release was a drowning out of all other thoughts and worries. All he had was Cressida in that space and her body, her breath, the way her thighs gripped him and her fingers clung, it was his world.

Gradually, the rest of the world sank back to them. Kaden smiled softly and planted soft kisses all over her face, touching his lips to her cheeks, her brow, down her nose and to her mouth. "You're so beautiful," Micah murmured. Then he picked her up, holding her tight against his wet skin, and carried her into the shower for round two.

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