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

Started July 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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Bryson rolled over, the mattress groaning, so that she was on top of him. He'd never admit it, but he was secretly afraid off crushing her.

Now on top of him, Roxy broke their kiss and braced her arms against his chest. She deeply looked into his eyes and quietly muttered, “Hey.” Brushing some of his hair out of his face, she leaned in close to him and rested her forehead against his. “I mean what I said, I’m yours. I always will be.”

(:D)

"I know. Hmm… I need a name to call you. Not honey, or bae… Something unique." He looked into her eyes and it hit him, he just hoped she'd agree. "Snapdragon?"

An innocent smile lit up her face. “I, I really like that.” Snapdragon. She liked the sound of that. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him closer.

"My little snapdragon," he murmured affectionately as he kissed her.

An innocent type of happiness lit up her face while he said that. She kissed him back for a couple moments before responding with, “My one and only.” She knew it wasn’t original, like his pet name for her, but, still. She hoped he realized what she meant behind it.

Bryson cupped her face with both of his hands and kissed her passionately. "I…" He managed in between kisses, "love… you…"

Melting into his arms, she managed back, “I… Love you… Too…”

His tongue asked for permission and his hands shifted to rub her back.

Smirking in the slightest way, she opened her mouth for him. Butterflies rising in her stomach, she gently rubbed his shoulders while they kissed, trying to get rid of the lingering nervousness.

His tongue poked around her mouth, exploring a little bit at first.

Roxy quietly moaned. Her eyes fluttered, unable to control her feelings.

His hands rubbed her back softly and pulled her closer to him. Yet she was still not close enough.

She shared his feelings of still not being close enough. She started to tangle her legs with his. Her hands ran up his shoulders, to his neck, where they finally stopped at his face, holding him on either side.

Bryson battled with her legs as well, but not roughly. One of his hands slid up her back and cupped her neck affectionately.

She shivered slightly, just the feel of his hand on her neck sending tingles down her spine. She curved her neck in, resisting the urge to flinch inwards to protect the soft spot of her neck.

He broke away from her lips to kiss the spot again. He kissed it lovingly and passionately.

She giggled quietly, lightly ticklish from the spot. “Bryson!” She partly moaned, part giggled. She nuzzled her head against his, preferring this level of closeness.

"Mmm… What?" me murmured, 'accidentally' nipping her skin gently with his teeth.

She lightly twitched, her hot insides screaming when he nipped her. “Mmmm… Bryson, stop that…” She hoped that her moan of saying stop really meant that she really wanted him to keep doing that.

"No…" he murmured and repeated the action twice.

She lightly shook her head. Amusement filled her voice as she said, “You’re so stubborn!”

"And that's a bad thing?" he asked lightly, nipping again and again all around her neck, not staying in one specific place for too long.

She smiled. “No, not necessarily..” She leaned in and started to kiss the side of his face and neck in response to him.

Bryson grinned, switching back to kissing her neck rapidly.

She pulled herself back from him a little bit, pushing her head down back into the bed. She started messing with his hair again, a sly smile plastered on her face.

((Hey, since I’m running out of ways to respond, where should we be heading with this??))

(Okay, sounds good!)

Bryson moaned loudly. His hair, his hair… "Stay," he begged.