Double Standards || Mercer Feb 3, 2014 23:08:10 GMT -4
Post by Sierra "Jinx" Richardson on Feb 3, 2014 23:08:10 GMT -4
Jinx's mind and body were at war as she laid there beneath her Reaver, his massive weight pressing her down into the dingy mattress and making it so that every breath felt forced, struggled even. Though was it his weight that did this or was it the way that he touched her, the way that he ran his fingers along her delicate flesh and pressed against her in a manner that was unlike anything she had ever felt before? She quite honestly, did not know. She knew that she wanted him, the desire burning within her like a fire that had no signs of calming down...but with that want there came so many other emotions that she just didn't know how to handle. A fear of being second best at the head of all those emotions, constantly plaguing her and telling her that the smartest thing to do right now was to push him away and command him to stop.
Her mouth opened, that protest building upon the tip of her tongue, and yet his fingers shushed her with their gentle caresses and skilled strokes. It was obvious that he knew just what he was doing, playing her like some sort of instrument and drawing soft gasps and hushed moans from her quivering lips. Her mind fought against everything her body felt, demanding that she focus when all she wanted to do was let go. A soft whimper marking her internal dilemma as she writhed beneath him and pulled her hands forward to press against his chest.
Initially, she had been thinking of pressing him away and obeying the commands of her mind, but as her hands settled against his chest and his own settled between her thighs...all thoughts of protest evaporated. His pleading words, pulling upon her heart and that bond that linked them together only proving to weaken her more. How could she tell him no...especially when he was pleading with her in such a manner? The very thought of it tearing at her heart in a way that the rather apathetic Overmind was not used to.
So instead of push him away, her fingers curled against him and pulled him closer. Her mind screamed in protest, and yet she ignored it, swallowing down her fear as she lifted her head and softly ran her lips along his jawline. Hesitantly, her voice shaking as did her small form beneath him, she spoke. "O-Okay.." She nodded once more, eyes fluttering closed as she gave up resisting him and instead surrendered. The fear and doubt she felt something she would worry about later. Instead choosing to give into the desire and the need that ate away at her, that he brought out in her more than anyone had before.