Breathe ⇒ w/ recluserose

[recluserose]

[Advanced Placement tests are just around the corner and that means Amelia has to come home a little later than usual due to holding review sessions at school. It was one of the few times in her life where she felt like getting a migraine from having to go over lines from Paradise Lost or the symbols and language of Moby Dick, or the extensive relationship between the characters in Wuthering Heights.

Just ENOUGH already! She wanted to go home and rest peacefully as usual! But when walking up to her door and about to turn the knob, it hits her that going home isn't 'the usual' anymore.

For the first time in a long while she knows someone is waiting for her.

Not letting her tired and irate mood get to her, she enters.]

I'm home!

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[spellbent]

[ This is... something they need to discuss, but he knows right now isn't the time. So he'll just got back to the couch and his book. ]

[recluserose]

[The next few hours pass uneventfully and the sky outside darkens. It's an unusually warm night (that's California weather for you) so some of the windows are open-- the house has Amelia's magic defenses and there hadn't been any incidents so she could afford to let the night air flow through the place.

She's just about finished doing some school work and other more magical related business (another object that needs a curse lifted, the werewolf group stirring some trouble please answer this letter ASAP- stuff like that). Amelia peeks out from the hallway to ask her housemate]

Are you heading in anytime soon? It's getting rather late.

[spellbent]

Maybe in a bit. I did take a nap earlier.

... Can I talk to you for a moment?

[recluserose]

Ah? Sure. What about? [She walks over to him, curious]

[spellbent]

About our current living arrangement.

... Actually about our current sleeping arrangement.

[recluserose]

[recluserose]

Y... es?

[spellbent]

I'm not going to ask you to do something you don't want to do, Amelia. I just... I guess I just want to let you know where I stand on this.

I'm not your house guest. I'm here because I want to be with you.

[recluserose]

[It takes her a while to answer because she's trying to keep her expression as natural as possible.]

I understand where you're coming from.

I've... just been giving myself time to think.

[spellbent]

Care to share those thoughts?

[recluserose]

[Something like this shouldn't be terrifying, but it is in a twisted way mostly because she's not sure WHAT she's terrified of.]

I've just been uncertain with myself. It's not you at all.

... I just need to rest now.

[spellbent]

All right, all right. I've said my piece.

Have a good night.

[recluserose]

Right.

[She runs a hand through her hair and lightly exhaling as she walks back into her own bedroom. Since Warren had taken up residence, she changed things around in her room as if reflecting the small changes she had to undergo. For one, there's no glowing rose in sight and all in all, it's actually neater not so cluttered with books. But it wasn't enough.

As she prepares for bed she stops to think.

Really, really, REALLY think.

The witch doesn't fall asleep right away. For some reason she doesn't feel tired and instead keeps her door slightly ajar and her ear open for him.]

[spellbent]

[ Warren doesn't take too long before heading for bed. He's a bit frustrated, truth be told, but he truly doesn't want to force her into anything.

He knows she has a lot of things to work through- they both do- but he's given up so much for her already. He just wishes they could move forward.

It doesn't take him long to get ready for bed, and he flops down with a sigh. ]

[recluserose]

[When you live by yourself a large majority of your life, the littlest noises can catch your attention. Amelia hears Warren retire to his room almost immediately. She silently stands up from her bed and lets her hair down. She's already dressed in a light night gown and exits quietly from her place and walks up to his door.

Needless to say, her heart is beating fast and she can only hope he doesn't sense her presence. She touches the door and it opens for her without making a sound.]

[spellbent]

[ He's not really sleeping, but he's fairly preoccupied, so he doesn't even notice the door opening in the dark. ]

[recluserose]

[Well, he may not notice that, but the next few things that occur would be difficult to ignore or not feel at all.

Those things being, a few light steps that are made going around the bed, the mattress sinking under the weight of a second person, that second person hovering over him and her hands and knees on either side of his body, and the light brush of long strands of hair against his cheek.

Someone has snapped.]

[spellbent]

[ He just sort of lies there a moment, staring at her as his eyes adjust to the dark.

He then reaches up, resting his hands on her hips ]

Am I dreaming?

[recluserose]

[There is this look in her eyes and quite frankly it looks determined.]

Warren.

I've been thinking.

[spellbent]

... And?

[recluserose]

[She leans in close to nibble at his lower lip, body sinking down just barely pressing up against his.

Whatever she thought about saying is suddenly lost.]

Never mind. I've had enough.

[And she finally closes the distance with a kiss that is steadily growing deeper and warmer.]

[spellbent]

[ Oh.

Oh.

He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her back. His free hand remains on her hip, slowly trailing along her thigh. ]

[recluserose]

[Finally.

They've had their fare share of kisses, but the one from her is just fundamentally different at this very moment as if she's fervently and heatedly pouring every repressed feeling into it and letting him know that she is his and he was hers.

Now that they're close she shifts her body against him and one of her straps from her gown is starting to slip off of her shoulder.]

[spellbent]

[ He matches her, fervor for fervor and heat for heat. He's wanted this for a long time, and he can hardly believe it's happening now.

He makes a noise of encouragement somewhere in the back of his throat, as his hand moves back up her thigh and slips under her nightgown, following the contour of her rear. ]

[recluserose]

[When she feels his hand go underneath her dress, she immediately responds by slipping off what little undergarments she has, still continuing to kiss him.

She pulls away, although not very far to catch her breath, and to wordlessly return his touch by having her hands glide across his arms and then her fingers stroke his chest]