forum Runaways ((One on One RP)) ((Closed))

Started July 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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A quiet moan slipped out when her hands went back to his hair. He pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled her close.

She pressed herself against him and kissed back. Opening her mouth, she breathed out a small moan before grazing her teeth over his lips. She continued to tangle her hands in his hair, pleased that he liked it.

Bryson moaned again. He couldn't help it. His hair was his weak spot. And she'd found it so quickly… He cautiously pressed his tongue against her lips, almost like asking permission.

Roxy gave a small laugh- she didn’t mean to, it was more just her only ability to express all the feelings she was having. Nervousness, joy, and, well, lust were all churning in her gut, making her woozy. As if answering his question, she pressed her lips harder against his for a moment, then parted her lips for him.

His tongue gently slipped into her mouth, running over her teeth softly. He fell back on the bed and pulled her against him.

She moaned again, only louder this time. Falling on top of him, her hands shifted from in his hair to braced around his shoulders. Despite literally being on top of him, she pushed heself against him, a sense of pleasure overtaking her.

A sly grin crossing his lips, he rolled over and was on top of her. He pulled away a little and smirked. "Hullo, darling."

Eyes flicking across his face, she smirked back and replied in a seductive tone, “Hello there, handsome.” Her chest rose and fell, lightly panting.

Bryson acted shocked, pressing a palm to his chest. "Handsome? Handsome? This has reached a whole nother level now!"

Roxy gave a big enough eye roll it could probably be seen from the next galaxy over. “Oh shush you, you know how handsome you are…” One of her hands traced down his neck and she spoke. “Besides, didn’t the level change after the moaning kicked in,” she now winked.

"Do I?" He pretended to think. "Hm… yes I do." He grinned. His skin prickled under her touch and he contained his need to shiver.

She leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips, before leaning back, still smirking up at him. “Dork,” She quietly joked. She noticed the way he reacted to her touch and ran her hand lightly down his back.

"Mmmm," he sighed from her movement, then replied verbally to her joke. "Thank you. Even though I already know I am."

She bit down on her lip, giving him a look of thoughtful ness. “You sure are a sexy dork then.”

"Shuttup," he laughed, kissing her to emphasize his point.

Muffled giggles managed to break through the kiss, before she wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart falling all over again.

Paige knocked on the door before abruptly pushing it open. "Bryson, I just wanted to tell you that-" She froze.

“Oh, uh, hey Paige..” Roxy nervously said after breaking away from Bryson. She detangled herself from him and sat up. She looked at the bed in front of her, too ashamed to look at Paige. Her face was bright red.

"Paige, what have I said about knocking?" Bryson asked in a reprimanding tone.
"To- To not come in until you say so," Paige stammered, her eyes wide.

Face getting hotter, if that was at all possible, she continued to furiously stare at the bed. Shame replaced all her other previous feelings. She rubbed her neck, trying to calm down.

"Then follow… the rule." He was trying to stay calm but it was hard. It had been so nice until she'd walked in on them.
"O-Okay," she whispered, backing up slowly and retreating to her room.

Not meaning to, Roxy laughed. This was perfectly like one of those teenage drama movies- the main two characters making out, maybe about to go to the next level, when someone walks in on them and it becomes a huge scandal. She found herself smiling, never thinking she’d be in this situation. Well, on the upside, at least everything was wonderful until she had walked in. She finally looked back up at Bryson, looking for his reaction.

Bryson sighed. "I'm sorry."

“Hey, it’s alright.” She moved over next to him and rubbed his arm. “It’s not your fault she walked in. You couldn’t have controlled it.” She leaned her head against him.

He kissed her hair. "I shouldn't have been so hard on her."

She smiled, before adding, “Hey, you can apologize to her, I’m sure she’d understand why you overreacted.”

"I guess," he sighed. He took her chin in his fingers and tilted her face up towards his to kiss her again.

She deeply kissed him back, a small, almost purr of plesure in the back of her throat. She nuzzled against him, repositioning herself to kiss him easier.

He pulled her onto his lap and enveloped his arms around her protectively.

Now on his lap, she curled herself around him, loving the warm and safe feel he put out. She kissed him again, before pulling back just far enough so she could look into his eyes, waiting for his next move.