forum Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]

Started January 16, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

tune

*Violay

Works for me! :S

Kk
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I placed my hands on the mattress on either side of his head on order to steady myself, raising my body up slightly to kiss him back. “You definitely are handsome…” I murmured.

Gray’s POV:

I pulled myself up a little, one of my hand on her back while the other firmly held her face. I didn’t dare let my hand go lower than her back as I kissed her softly.

Although I do have to say this position was very… intimate, a lot more than the others. Especially since she was the one on top of me while her hands were on either side of me as a way to balance herself. I let myself enjoy the feeling of her lips on mine, but not too much that I forgot my place.

“Well, a beautiful girl needs to have a handsome guy, doesn’t she?” I found myself murmuring against the painfully slow, yet pleasing kiss.

Kk
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I saw~

The sudden intimacy of how our bodies were positioned frightened me, and I hastened to shift myself into one that wasn’t quite so close to Gray. I leaned in again, eyes drifting shut as our lips met. “Of course…”

(Sorry)

Gray’s POV:

Lips attached firmly together, I shifted our position so she was the one on the bottom. I made sure I wasn’t going to suffocate her with my weight and slowly pulled my lips away from hers.

I licked my lower lip before kissing her lower cheeks decorated with faint acne scars. I kissed her on the tip of her nose, her shut eyes, her forehead before I pressed my lips against hers in a short kiss.

Pulling away, I fell on her side and held her close, breathing deeply.

“Vy, if I ever do something that makes you afraid or uncomfortable, you have to tell me,” I whispered to her. “Okay?”

I kept my eyes shut, his voice washing over me. My hand brushed up against his, so I entangled our fingers, a smile ghosting over my lips.

"Okay," I whispered back, gratitude leaking into my voice. "But you have to tell me, too, if I make you uncomfortable."

Gray’s POV:

I tightened our grip, and my free hand reached out to trace over Violeta’s cheek. I loved the feeling of her cheeks. I absolutely loved it. All I wanted to do was continuously poke it and I would be satisfied for life.

“Okay,” I said to her, smiling. “I will.”

(sure!)

I rolled over onto my side, trapping his hand beneath my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and shifted forward so that out noses were inches away from touching. "Good." After a pause, I exhaled slowly. "Tell me about yourself. Or your family."

Gray’s POV:

She was so close. Even though we’d been far closer physically before, it was still very… nerve wracking to be this close to her, her eyes staring right in mind, our noses barely touching.

I bit my lower lip.

“What do you want to know?”

"Anything you want to tell me," I replied honestly, voice softened by something akin to awe as I allowed my eyes to brush over his beautiful features. I squeezed his hand lightly and raised it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Anything at all."

Gray’s POV:

I felt my heart squeeze at her actions. The way she looked at me… I wish she’d look at me like this for life. Her eyes bursting with love for me, looking me over.

As I took in her request, I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“I… don’t remember much,” I said to her honestly. “My parents were… always bickering, but they loved each other more than anything. My mother had a beautiful voice, but God forbid she ever sang. It was always a disaster. I can remember them always smiling in each other’s presence.” I chuckled, the memory floating through my brain before it went blank. “I can remember her smile, but I can’t remember her voice. I just remember it was soothing when she talked, but a disaster when she sang.

“My father was the opposite. He was hard-headed and really stubborn, but he was an amazing cook. Mom was not. Dad and I used to play a lot together.” I swallowed thickly. “It was a happy family.”

Was.
I didn't let sympathy soften my features, remembering how he'd reacted the first time he'd spoken to me about his parents, but a different light entered my eyes. Slipping one arm around him and tugging him close, I rested my forehead gently against his chest.

"It sounds.. amazing," I told him, volume dipping. An odd wistfulness had entered me at his description—a 'happy family' was something I couldn't remember.

I'm sorry, I wanted to say, but didn't, not wanting him to think I was showing the pity he so hated.

Gray’s POV:

I let myself relax further in her hold, seeking comfort from the painful memories that came afterwards. I let out a shaky breath, grateful for Violeta’s presence. I’d always avoided talking about my parents because it was always hard, but I was okay sharing it with Violeta.

“It was,” I agreed quietly. “I wish it lasted longer, but we don’t always get what we want.”

"We don't…" I agreed quietly, pushing away the memories of my father that arose.

"I'm sorry if I upset you by asking that question," I added, shifting closer still.

Gray’s POV:

I responded by kissing her firmly on the lips before moving her hair away from her face.

“No, it’s all right,” I murmured softly. “You’re the first person I’ve actually opened up about my parents, or my background in general.”

My eyes widened a little at that.

"I am?" My mouth fell open, breath hitching. After so many years, he'd chosen me to tell?

Gray’s POV:

“Yeah,” I nodded, a bit surprised at her reaction. Why did she think it was shocking? Why wouldn’t I tell her this? I know she’d be the last person to pity me or treat me different just because I’d lost my parents before I even hit ten. “You are. Anyway, tell me about yourself, too. Anything will do.”

I took a moment to think, closing my mouth again. A strand of hair fell across my face, which I brushed away, chewing on my bottom lip.

"My mom used to teach ballet," I spoke finally. "And my dad was a journalist. He would always bring me back little trinkets from a scene when I was really little, before my parents split up, like feathers or newspaper clippings." I hadn't realized how pained my voice was until I was done speaking, and cleared my throat.

Gray’s POV:

I tightened my hold on her, kissing the top of her head to bring her some comfort. I didn’t apologize to her. I didn’t want her to think I was giving her sympathy, but the pain in her voice tore me apart. I wanted this woman to be happy. I didn’t want her suffering.

“What type of profession do you think suits my look?” I changed the subject, raising an eyebrow at her.

I forced my expression to clear, scooting back a little in order to look him up and down. "Hm…." My cheerful tone was faked, but I pretended otherwise. "Hot waiter. Or a high-end fashion designer. Or model."

Gray’s POV:

I raised an eyebrow.

“I appreciate your compliments, love,” I chuckled. “Maybe I’ll be the hot waiter. I’ll open my own restaurant.”

"But you're not allowed to serve anyone except for me," I added, the pain slowly fading from my voice.

Gray’s POV:

I smirked at her.

“So demanding,” I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “If it pleases my lady, then I shall nerve no one but you.”

(should we skip w Autumn?)

(Okay~!)

Eden’s POV:

I fell into steps with Sterling, latching on to his arm tightly, looking up at him with a shy smile.

“Cash wants us to call ‘em immediately when we get home,” I said to him, using the weird ship name given to them by our high school students. “I don’t know whether they’re trolling us, or if it’s something extremely urgent.”