welcome to your new hell, Welcome to the Menagerie. Or as we like to call it, Dome Sweet Dome! We are an eight-year strong futuristic shapeshifter and sci-fi creature roleplay, dedicated to bringing you a world unlike any other; a world in which your character has become an experiment and must fight for survival in a domed city, cut off from the rest of the world. Choose to be any animal in your fight for survival in an artificial world built by the Keepers as they subject you to experiments beyond your control. Choose to wander the world inside the walls alone, as a Rogue, or find safety in numbers in one of the groups known as Rings. How will you survive?
60 - 65 ºF
blustery with scattered showers spotty sunshine
YEAR 2309
shift bans.
» Cougars (aka Puma, Mountain Lion, Panther)
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none.
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last updated: april 19th, 2016
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GROUP UPDATES
CARNARING
Jocelyn Edelwolfe is the new Alpha! Seija Mulviene is the new Beta, and Grey is the new Delta. Lead Hunter is now Boone Haywood, Head of Border Patrol is now Noelle Ndango!
FALLENRING
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FULSIRING
Fulsi has a standing treaty with the Nakoma, granting limited access to their fresh water.
NAKOMA TRIBE
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ANALOYA PRIDE
a while back, the Analoya suffered a suspicious poisoning of their river, luckily with few casualties; the Bellator are suspected of having taken part in it, and there are whispers that Pride leader Wanderer is talking alliance with the Nilda for access to their clean water.
BELLATOR HERD
As new leader of the Bellator, Loril has instituted some rank changes. See this thread for more information!
LAWAII FLOCK
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NILDA PACK
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CARNARING QUICK STATS
ALPHA -- Jocelyn Edelwolfe, Clouded Leopard, played by IronChild
BETA -- Seija Mulviene, Spotted Hyena, played by Seija-chan
DELTA --Grey, Mackenzie Valley Wolf, played by Kriss
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Slansky woke up with a headache to kill. And the taste in his mouth was like something had died there.
The third thing he realized was that there was a body pressed tightly against his own. He cracked open his eyes, only to shut them just as quickly. It was bright. He tried it again, more tentatively, and he saw that this body was not some stranger's, but Akane's. He blinked.
He didn't know if he should have been relieved or not. He didn't feel relieved. He felt like he had crossed some boundary, being that his arm was securely around her waist and she was fit against him, quite snuggly. Her shirt had ridden up to expose a small slip of stomach, and the edge of his wrist was pressed against her hot skin. We're spooning. Christ. He laid there for a few minutes longer than he should have, quite guiltily. He told himself it was because he was waking up.
Eventually, Slansky untangled himself from her. He was quiet about the whole thing as he stretched and stifled a yawn. They were lucky they had fallen asleep in the shade of the palms, because when he looked out it was to see the heat rising off the desert. Slan ran his tongue over his teeth, and then raised a hand to rub at the base of his neck. Christ, it was a headache. It pounded.
He made his way over to the oasis, figuring that he would at least wash the smell of alcohol off. He had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans when he realized that he was thirsty, and that water was looking pretty damn good--and that getting a drink also seemed like a higher priority than taking a bath. He knelt in the wet sand and cupped his hands, bringing a mouthful of water to his lips.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2013 2:00:38 GMT -5 by Slansky Kirov
With his movement Akane awoke, but never much of a morning person she feigned sleep. There was also that unknown possibility of how he would react to her, she was never sure on any given day what he’d be like. She liked that about him - mostly. It just gave her more of a reason to remain still until he wandered off and she sat up.
Scrubbing her eyes she stretched and yawned as he had a moment before, but froze when he stripped his shirt off. His scars did nothing to ruin his toned body and she flushed and looked away. Hopefully he wasn’t too hung over, but she was concerned with how he was feeling and she stood up – also thinking that some water was a nice idea.
As she drew near, Slan crouched down and drank from the pool and Akane froze again. Slowly, almost maniacally she grinned mischievously. No, way. Sneaking up behind him she waited for the right moment, and right when he shifted his weight to stand …
SPLASH. Akane shoved Slan straight into the water, and squeaked and laughed as the wave it created splashed her. When he broke the surface and shook his hair from his eyes she grinned.
"Morning," she said with an arched brow - her smile so genuine it lit up her bluegrey eyes.
Slan had just gotten that morning-after hungover taste out of his mouth when he got shoved face-first into the water. It was a beaut--he had just been breathing in to take a breath of air. And... all he got was a lungfull of the oasis. Slansky came up coughing and sputtering.
When he opened his eyes it was to see Akane. He scowled. His jeans were soaked, and he had scraped his chest on the sand at the bank. Slansky pushed the hair out of his eyes. "Is that how you say hello, now? I don't like it." He was going to remain angry at her, but when she smiled, he couldn't. Slansky shook his head. "You're insane." With that, he began to make his way back up the bank.
He acted as though he wasn't going to do anything--quite convincingly, actually. He seemed pretty caught up with being soaking wet, and having a hangover, and did pretty well at mimicking the look of a half-drowned cat.
But as he walked by Akane, he snatched her by the waist, threw her unceremoniously over his shoulder, and proceeded to drag her kicking and screaming to the water's edge. Christ, wiggling like that she was hard to hold on to. His fingers hooked in the strap of her shorts, threateningly. Slansky was grinning like the devil. "You really shouldn't have done that." With that, he charged both of them into the water, throwing her up and releasing his hold so that she would hit nearer to the center of the oasis.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2013 21:36:19 GMT -5 by Slansky Kirov
Akane should have looked ashamed when he scolded her, but she looked impish instead with a full grin. His comment on her sanity had her lifting a brow, and she sighed and shook her head when he began walking out of the water slowly. She rolled her eyes, God maybe she should get him a drink.
No sooner than she finished the thought, Slan had seized her and thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She shrieked and laughed, kicking and rolling away from his grip that held her fast by her shorts. You really shouldn’t have done that, he said.
”I really shouldn’t do a lot of things, but that never seems to stop me! AHHHHH” another shriek escaped her as he piled-drived them both into the water.
She was an excellent swimmer, and beneath the water she had escaped his hold and swam a few yards away in wait. Above the surface all was quiet, save the puffing man that now looked around for her. Akane did not torture him long, and swam along the bottom to his feet where she grabbed his legs and pulled him under.
Slansky came up laughing, and also waiting--he had seen where she had gone in, but the oasis was deep enough that he could no longer see... well, her. Just as he was beginning to worry, his feet came out from under him.
As irrational as it was, he thought shark! And then he realized no, sharks' did not have hands with which to grab him, but Akane did. He reached blindly for her, and his hand closed around her forearm. He hauled the both of them to the surface, a growl in his throat. "Akane!" He spoke in a sharp tone, and for a moment his eyes seemed to glint with genuine anger.
It wasn't. He braced his hands on her shoulders and dunked her head under. He didn't hold her there for long, or really at all--he turned as soon as she was under and swam for the bank. Slan reached the shallows and stood, his waist and above out of the water. He watched for her--but. He couldn't help it. He was laughing so hard that his eyes were squinting shut. Headache be damned, he was having more fun than he had in awhile. "Jesus, Akane. You got my good shirt soaking wet." He spoke with mock indignation--then the laughter started again.
When he grabbed her she squealed and giggled, half choking on water. The anger in his eye startled her at first, but then he dunked her and fled. She came up immediately, sputtering.
”Coward! That’s right! You better run!” When he started laughing and telling her she had gotten his good shirt wet she looked down then shrugged. ”It needed a washing anyway, just like you did,” she said in a sassy tone and … shrieked again as he went after her, plunged her and scurried back to the shallows.
She had disappeared again. Beneath the water she pulled herself along the bottom until she was near, then sprang from under the water – slamming into his chest and tackling him into the water.
”Gotchya!” she crowed, and scrambled on his back locking her knees around his torso and her arm in a lose hold about his neck. She was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. It had been a long time since either of them had such fun, and it made her heart happy to see Slan like this.
Sassy thing. He expected it this time, and braced himself for her next onslaught--or at least tried to. But she slammed into him--not that she weighed that much, even soaking wet--and Slansky lost his footing in the sand. He tumbled back as she scrambled, and then locked herself on his back like a monkey or something. He snorted, and grabbed her wrists with his hands to prevent her from falling. "Menjá nadúli!" The Czech-Russian declared, but he wasn't done yet. He tried to bite his tongue, but the next comment escaped before he could call it back. "If you just said you wanted to take me for a ride, Akane..."
He walked a semi-circle, and at that moment, he shifted into his Akhal-Teke form. The water went up to just below his knees, and he tossed his head back, shifting his shoulders and the weight of his body to make sure that she was at least... sort of... firmly situated.
"Are you holding on?" The question was devilish. The stallion rolled his shoulders and crow-hopped out of the water--his hooves hit sand, and he flicked his ears back, his eyes following to get a glimpse out of his peripherals to see how well she was faring. He snorted out his nostrils, once, and if he was human he would have been cracking up.
translations:Menjá nadúli - Russian phrase similar to the English version of "you got me" or "you took me for a sucker". Basically a saying that can either be used in a situation where you have been lied to, or a joke has been played on you (in this situation, the second option).
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2013 22:34:06 GMT -5 by Slansky Kirov
Ride? she thought confused, and then she realized. Oh shit.
Before she could protest he had shifted into his horse form and she gasped, crouching down with her arms around his neck. When he rolled his shoulders, she sat up tentatively (as she had seen riders do) and when he asked if she was holding on she had no time to answer before he took off.
The first few minutes as the wind whistled past them filled her with sheer terror, but it passed quickly and soon she was grinning ear to ear. Her fingers laced into his sparse, short mane and she laughed as they bounded over the sand. It felt as if they flew.
He pranced around the trees not too far from the oasis, and the sun beat down on them as they played, Slan half dodging back into the water randomly and finally galloping straight in and sliding to a halt to toss her over his head and back into the water. She came back up instantly, her arms high over her head as she hollered excitedly.
She pushed her hair back from her eyes, a huge grin plastered on her face. Nearing him, she threw her arms around the horse’s neck and she squeezed tight. She had always wanted to ride, but it was different with shifters and she had been too embarrassed. She took a deep breath, and settled as she hugged his large neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered excitedly, then laughed shakily. The exhilaration left her breathy and wide eyed.
Despite the fact that his movements seemed almost careless, Slansky was keeping rapt attention on Akane and her position on him. He didn't want to throw her off, if he could prevent it.
After a few minutes, he felt her relax, and once she had, so did he--growing more adventurous, trotting and prancing, tossing his head and speeding up at intervals, but ever-careful. He had never run like this--just for fun. It was always to... run... or to get somewhere. Not for the sheer enjoyment of it. Slansky whinnied, got a wicked idea, and returned to the oasis. He picked up speed and tore his way through the water--then he dug in his heels and watched momentum do its work for him. She fell head over heels back into the oasis.
He threw back his head and let out a satisfied neigh, shifting his weight from foreleg to foreleg excitedly. He lifted a hoof, clipped the water with it. She approached, then, and even as a horse Slan's eyes looked downright mischievous--at the same time, there was something about her demeanor that made him anxious. He was expecting some kind of retaliation or joke, not what he got--her body pressed against the muscles of his chest and neck, her arms wrapped around him. She seemed so fragile like this, he thought--so fragile.
His heart stilled, his laughter abated. "Pozhaluysta." He stood there for a long minute, the water lapping at his ankles.
Then he remembered. Suddenly, and without warning. I really want to kiss you right now. First, he was filled with a flush of embarrassment at his behavior last night. He had been pushing it from his mind since Akane had woken, and they had started to... play. But now, there it was. He became all too aware of her, all over again, of how... Ridiculously happy he was, too. His shoulder muscle twitched, and then he decided.
Slansky shifted back into a man abruptly, and used the close proximity to his advantage. He touched his forehead to hers--they were so close their noses brushed.
Is it bad I don't want to take back what I said last night? "I'm sober now," he said, and there was a hint of hesitation in his voice, of tentativeness. Slansky's cheeks flushed.
He shifted; the feel of him changing from equine to human was strange but amazing and when it was complete her head rested on his bare chest. She drew back to look up, expecting him to pull away from her but he held her close – settling his forehead against hers. Their breath mingled, and she smiled and closed her eyes to enjoy the closeness.
There was always something about Slan that suggested he was ashamed to be emotional, or show affection. Hell it’d taken weeks just to get him to sleep without his back turned to her the whole night and stiff as a board.
I’m sober now, his voice was a little rough and her eyes snapped open. He remembered. She hadn’t expected him to, and though she did not pull away from him she drew back just enough to assess his features. He had turned slightly red, but his brow was serious and his dark eyes smoldered.
Slowly, her smile returned and her hand lifted to his face, caressing the stubble on his chin with her thumb. Her eyes were slitted in a smile, bluer in the bright sun and against her dark hair. She bit her lip and looked down with embarrassment for just a minute, but his fingers tilted her chin back up and her breath caught, and she nodded.
There was a moment of silence when he wished he could take the words back--all of it. The thoughts, the actions, waking up with her in his arms. If only because there was a part of him that was going this is wrong.
But life was short in the Menagerie. "Simple pleasures" never had a more literate meaning, because that's all he had. He waited for her response, but paused once it was given. He looked at her, Looked at her eyes, at her unique features. His calloused hand touched her face, slid along the curve of her cheek and then into her hair. Slansky was always the hesitant one, the one that was abashed over something--not her. She had looked away for just a second, though, and that endearing abashedness was what merely added to his resolve.
He kissed her. It was a slow kiss, thoughtful and heartfelt. It tasted like a question, to him, and he knew it was. Tentative. Asking, is this alright? He... He didn't touch her, even though he wanted to, even though his fingers trembled with the want to trace that angle of her collarbone, to press fingerprints on her waist and say, she is mine. He drew back for half a second, his brown eyes questioning--he met her gaze, saw the pale, fiery blue that her irises had turned in the sun, even as he questioned himself. She's young. She's so, so young and this is wrong. Eighteen isn't old enough for this, is it?
He cut off his nervous thoughts. Slansky had never put so much care into a kiss, but that was shattered the second that he saw her looking like that, with her pale eyes. He didn't know what kind of emotion she was looking at him with, for that matter, but it inspired him to kiss her a second time, this time with less care.
No, he damned well crushed her against him, his hands resting carefully at her waist.
When his head lowered, Akane lifted to her toes to meet him and his lips feathered over hers hesitantly. When he drew back, his pensive eyes were on her and it made her feel – safe. Yes, that was the word. Warmth flooded into her face, a small smile touching her lips and just then something changed. The look in his eye became more sure.
They returned to the kiss, this time more relaxed. Her hands went over his shoulders and down his arms, back up his biceps, and over his chest. He tasted sweet somehow and his smell was intoxicating. His lips went to her throat, then dropped to her collarbone and she gasped.
Slan stopped another moment and looked to her, but before he could say anything Akane pulled his head toward her and silenced him with her lips. He worried too much. Quickly she pulled away and snagged his hand to pull him into deeper water before he could overthink. She splashed him, egging him on to chase her as she swam in a large crescent moon to reach the shore before he could.
"Come on slow poke!" she jested. Over the last few months, Akane had learned something very important about Slan. They had to go at his pace with things, and although it often seemed like she was pushing him or teasing him into something, she knew it was because he really wanted to and just needed the encouragement. As a result she had learned to anticipate when he would get stupid and ruin something.
She laughed when he caught her by the ankle and dragged her back toward him, but she flipped to her back, and used his chest to kick off and scramble out of the water, beaming and snickering.
He had kissed how many people? More than he could count. But they had never really mattered, and for some reason this mattered, although he couldn't say why. Maybe because she so young--but no, that was all wrong. It had nothing to do with her age. Not being able to answer his own question made him frustrated--or would have, had the circumstances been different. When she kissed him back his mind went blank, consumed by the feel of her. He lowered his mouth, so careful (he was being even more careful now than he had been when they were riding). He pressed closer, drawn by her touch, thinking I should stop.
Akane seemed to read his mind as she backed the two of them into the water--Slan followed, obviously. That didn't keep him from a few seconds of shock when she tore away, before he shook his head in disbelief and went after her. Christ, he hated swimming in jeans--
What are you going to do, take them off? No. No he was not. He as a good swimmer (jeans be damned!) and caught up with her in no time--Slan smiled wickedly when he managed to grab her for a change, and he yanked her towards him, but she was slippery and tore free of him. He grunted, shook his head.
"So now you're playing hard to get, hm?" His tone was teasing. He made another lunge for her (at this point he'd backed her up onto the bank). She bolted, like he expected, and Slan slammed into her, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to knock them both into the sand. He rolled onto his back beside her, laughing breathlessly. It was just... fun. It was easy, happy, and his headache wasn't nearly so bad anymore. He was breathing hard, from a combination of the kissing and the swimming and the running and... everything.
"I get why you're a fox." He looked at her sidelong. "No one can catch you!" As soon as he said it, Slan slung one leg over her waist and pinned her there before she could wriggle away--and then he was mercilessly prodding--or tickling, depending--her ribs and stomach and neck. "Where you going to go now, huh?"
Akane’s head went back with laugher when he accused her of playing hard to get, and she almost fell over before finding her feet and taking off across the beach. He caught her, knocking her to the ground.
“Yeah well serves you right! You played hard to get for forever!” she reproached with a grin. With his comment on catching her, Akane chortled again. “Unless I want them to catch me,” she boasted her brow arching with a knowing expression.
The tickling commenced and she thrashed wildly, squealing and giggling until she couldn’t breathe. Where you going to go now, huh? His hand stilled a moment, and she took a deep breath. Mischief glimmered in her eyes, and she wiggled her brows before her arms suddenly went up and locked. She dropped her hip to pull her knee up and flipped him over.
She lay on him like a cat, a smug smile on her face as she pulled her long hair over one shoulder and dusted sand from his face. Akane couldn’t fight to save her life, but Husher had drilled her in self-defense, breaking holds, and slipping traps since she could walk.
“Absolutely nowhere,” she said sweetly and lowered her lips to his.
She caught him off guard with that. Slan was confused, and it showed. "I played hard to get?" he repeated, on the verge of laughter. It was... it was ridiculous. The whole damn thing was hard to believe--not that he was complaining with the "turn of events". But Slansky had only ever been cautious with her, a friend. He had convinced himself that all their flirtation had been a game, a joke.
Now he was no longer convinced.
Unless I want them to catch me. Slansky had caught her; the implications were clear, and he arched a brow. He didn't think he was about to let her go, either, not after the first time he lost a piece of her--the memory was still sharp, the night when he'd been an idiot, said the wrong things--
Akane got the upper-hand, and switched their positions abruptly. Slansky grunted when he hit the sand, seemingly unamused, but he couldn't keep the smile from his face for long, particularly when she touched his face. Absolutely nowhere.
She initiated the kiss, this time. Slansky threw caution to the wind, because Christ, this wouldn't be happening if they had common-sense to begin with, so why have any now? His hands rested at her hips, his thumb tracing the skin on the inside of her waist, just under his bunched, soaking shirt.
Slansky was used to being impersonal with things like this. He'd heard a phrase from an American tourist, once, that had stuck with him. "You're one of those guys that just likes a wham, bam, thank you ma'am sort of deal, huh? Or in this case, sir. But that isn't as catchy." The American's Russian had been bad, full of slang and mispronunciations, but you didn't have to understand someone to screw them--
Christ! That went from zero to fifty in about ten seconds. He leaned up on his elbows and kissed the crook of her neck. His lips lingered there when he brought up an unavoidable subject. "Akane. You're too young." For me, for this. He was going to suggest that, instead of what was happening, she find herself some young man, someone like Richie or... Slan didn't know. The idea filled him with red-hot jealousy, and so he did not suggest it. He didn't even mumble what he was thinking--that all those kids her age didn't deserve her.
Slansky had a nervous edge to his eyes when he drew his lips back, the sun catching the brown of his iris and turning it the color of warm, dark amber.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2013 0:21:23 GMT -5 by Slansky Kirov
She shivered from the delicious sensation of his lips on her skin, and she smiled and leaned down to … Akane. You’re too young. The sound of tires screeching was loud in her head, and immediately she was irritated. She looked away and make an exasperated noise. How many times had she heard that in her life?
Don’t act like a child, he’s being responsible, a part of her scolded. Akane closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself into patience and when she opened them she smiled sweety. Her fingers went to his face, her thumb running over his stubble.
“Slan, you’re too young,” she said with feeling. “This place is like a death sentence. What we had before? Our lives were taken from us, and every single person here is too young for the loss,” she spoke the truth, her tone neither manipulative nor coercing. His eyes were touched by the light, and her fingers traveled to his forehead to push his hair back affectionately.
“What is right? What is wrong? Things are different here. If we weren’t here I wonder if I would have ever met you,” the last part was thoughtful and she said it almost to herself as her brows drew together with worry. She didn’t want to think about that. His had touched her face and she sighed and gave him another smile. “Besides, way back in the day girls younger than me were married off to men much older than you,” she said brightly and pecked his lips and moved to get up.
His arms held her fast, and she looked into his eyes again - his expression hard to read.
Slansky could not help but think that she was particularly good at saying the things to calm him, or convince him. It was like day after Skye's death, when he had been nothing but a horse in a man's body, and she had managed to calm him accordingly. Since coming to the Menagerie, no one had understood that's what he needed.
There was still a moment of hesitation, of thought. His eyes flicked to her, lowered. Pinned under her, he did not have the option of movement that he would have liked, to contemplate, to calm himself. So he contented himself with her touch, with her words, feeling his iron resolve reduced to nothing.
"It isn't back in the day. Its 2308." A weak argument. He relented, first by refusing to allow her up, and then with words. He kept his expression aloof, afraid that she would see what was brewing in him--something red-hot, something that made him reckless. "But you are a very clever girl, Akane." What he did not say was that she knew what she wanted.
Slansky gripped her by the chin and examined her face with a pair of dark, curious eyes. She was a beautiful girl. He wondered how many--no. Slansky kissed her, not tiring of it, but his hips involuntarily arched into her. It was an... experiment. He wanted to see what sort of reactions he could get out of her, and whether this whole little thing was a result of Akane being hormonal and young, and him being hormonal and in his prime. His hands found hers, and he brought them up, to his chest. His mouth lowered to her throat, and a bout of wickedness thrilled him. He nipped, and convinced a bruise to blossom at the will of his lips and tongue.
He released her hands at his chest, and Slan was certain she would feel the frantic beat of his heart, although that was not his intention.
It isn’t back in the day. It’s 2308. “…and yet, we are still in the dark ages,” she whispered without skipping a beat. Clever aye? Her mouth opened to retort but he seized her chin, and her eyes widened. He seemed to be inspecting her, for what she didn’t know. Suddenly his lips were on hers. Though he was still careful, he was no longer hesitant – and Akane wanted more.
More was what she got, he lit her on fire and her hips moved with his without permission. The nails of her fingers dug into his skin when he nicked her neck, her eyes closing to concentrate on the sensations. When he released her hands they slipped behind his shoulders as her spine curled back, pulling him in to the sitting position.
Once aright, her fingers trailed up his neck to his jawline where she held his head gently and kissed the temple of his head, then his jaw, then his lips again. She was heedless of her body pressed against his, her knees gripped tight. It was amazing how he made her feel, it was … like a drug, and she wanted more.
“Hmmm,” kiss. “So I am assuming” kiss. “This means,” gasp. “I don’t have to sleep,” kiss. “As a fox anymore,” she bit her lip and grinned. “Right?” kiss.
She pulled back a minute to assess his featured with a crooked smile, "Because that would be really nice." He would probably take it the wrong way, but she'd let him.
The words carried with him through the kiss, and he had to admit their was some truth in them--at the same time, Slan could not erase all the things he had seen in his life, the technology, the--
I don't care right now. She was responding more feverishly than he expected, her reactions raw and... Jesus. Her hips rolled against his, and Slan suddenly couldn't remember the last time he'd been with anyone. He rose with her, his heart thundering, his hands dropping to her hips and tightening there, fingers splayed just under the hem of her shirt where the imprint of her skin felt red-hot.
Her kisses made him catch fire, and yet there was that iron resolve of "self control". He was testing limits, only to begin to figure that her limits hadn't been crossed yet. She wasn't a bad or naive kisser, and he was beginning to believe that this definitely was not her first trip around the block. Hmmm. The sound of her broke off his thoughts abruptly, and he looked at her with an almost stunned expression.
Slansky thought of how he could have taken her words. He thought, for a moment, of becoming serious again, and calling the whole damn thing off. But she knew (very well, he imagined) that he wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't want to. His hips rolled, and the hand at her hip trailed down her thigh. Slan leaned close, his mouth almost touching hers. "What makes you think you're going to sleep at all?" An empty thread, but the innuendo was clear. He doubted he would morally be able to take it that far.
Slansky had a thousand questions. What have you done before? Why... Jesus, why are you back? You're supposed to be with Grey! But he suddenly didn't care as much as he did about the moment, right then. With a roll, he switched their positions, pinning her effectively beneath him. Slan rolled his body with the motion, pinning hips and then chest against her, before half-rising. "How far..." The question made his mouth dry, but he had to ask it. "How far have you gone before?" There was an awkwardness to his words that was not applied to his next kiss, feverish as it was.
So much for testing her limits. I'm testing mine.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2013 0:35:20 GMT -5 by Slansky Kirov
Akane scrunched her nose at him with a smile. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, she thought though she kept it to herself. Slan was quite convincing, but Akane knew he would never … I'm betting you'd be as much of a liability to someone else as you are to me – hurt her. The memory was like a slap in the face, and it was that moment he flipped her. She welcomed the distraction, and laughed as she swept her long hair from her face.
Lost. Akane was lost in the breaths, the movements, the way he kissed … How far have you gone before? the imaginary tires screeched to a halt again, and Akane’s eyes fluttered open to look at him. Seriously? Couldn’t he just get over himself? Couldn’t he just be happy? He’s just, started the patient part of her mind, being an idiot! finished another. She took a deep breath and reached up to touch his jawline with a thoughtful expression.
“As far as I have wanted to go. I have never been a rash thinker, so when I make a decision about what I want … I know what I’m ready for,” she said calmly. It almost surprised her, but there was something in his eyes … something in his tone that told her this was a delicate situation.
“I am experienced to a point yes,” she said diplomatically as her hand trailed down his neck to his chest. There, she lay her palm over his heart. “But never cared about anyone to venture past that point,” she said and fixed him with a piercing gaze, unflinching.
“Anata wa watashi ni totte taisetsu na hito desu,” she whispered and blinked, realizing that it was so hard for her to say it she had slipped into her mother’s language. Her cheeks flushed, but she did not look away. It was more personal in a way than she had been with him before.
_____Translations Anata wa watashi ni totte taisetsu na hito desu - "You are an important person for me." (side note ... not a confession of love, Mind ... its just hard for her to admit when someone is important to her XD)