Post by Kikerz on Jun 7, 2011 16:35:14 GMT -8
Once the shirt was fully off his back and in her grasp, so came the last shreds of her psyche that were willing to resist the advances of the male. By now, one couldn't really accurately call them 'advances', seeing as he wasn't just practically on top of her, but all the same she felt a shiver creep up her spine, a shiver of pleasure, as her will vanished. Even if a part of her was willing to resist the male, Morgan knew that their dance had gone too far for either of them to stop. As her partner in crime moved away from her to remove the last remaining trace of his shirt, the lady took the opportunity to snake her fingers down the male's neck, starting at the base of the head before climbing down his neck and extending out to the shoulders, where the contact tapered off.
As soon as the contact reached the bottom of her shirt, Brooks was well aware of his desire and all too willing to submit to them. Slender hands quickly grasped the material before pulling it ever-so-slightly-slowly off, before tossing the shirt to the side of her bed. It hit the wall with a docile 'whumph' before nothing further was heard from it, the pale woman turning her attention back to the male on top of her before letting a wide grin spread across her face as the cooler air from the room hit her skin in the gaps between their frames.
Rei's sudden contact upon her lips caused the fae to give a small groan, joining him in her melodic laugh as their joke lived on, playful lust dancing in the deep blues that Booth so adored. If he could see her now, there would be no end to the repulsion that would run in his blood, the abhorrent nature of the act she was committing now more enough to drive the partners apart. The partners that had stuck it through despite fires and even death itself would make this their uncrossable chasm, the stake that drove them apart if their current situation did not dictate the present. But no, this night was Brooks' alone. Booth would not be making an appearance in either canine's consciousnesses, and even if the ebony-haired male did, Brooks would probably use that to egg on her night on with Rei more, in drunken defiance of the sacred nature of her relationship with Booth.
Letting a cheeky grin define her features, Brooks' fingers now moved down to where his bare skin met fabric once more, and looped her fingers below the waistline, moving just a few devilishly tantalizing inches before opening her maw. "Perhaps a little too warm..." She whispered to the male above her, pulling down on his pants to move them half an inch, exposing more of his glowing, marble skin to the pale fae. She knew her own pants would be next on the agenda, but where she should have felt some anxiety (or at least a prickle of it) at fully exposing her body to the male on top of her, there was nothing but the hot pool of anticipation. Her bra still covered her chest and it's secrets, but not terribly well, and the woman was nearly quivering with pure lust; to feel the pair of them together without any barriers.
As soon as the contact reached the bottom of her shirt, Brooks was well aware of his desire and all too willing to submit to them. Slender hands quickly grasped the material before pulling it ever-so-slightly-slowly off, before tossing the shirt to the side of her bed. It hit the wall with a docile 'whumph' before nothing further was heard from it, the pale woman turning her attention back to the male on top of her before letting a wide grin spread across her face as the cooler air from the room hit her skin in the gaps between their frames.
Rei's sudden contact upon her lips caused the fae to give a small groan, joining him in her melodic laugh as their joke lived on, playful lust dancing in the deep blues that Booth so adored. If he could see her now, there would be no end to the repulsion that would run in his blood, the abhorrent nature of the act she was committing now more enough to drive the partners apart. The partners that had stuck it through despite fires and even death itself would make this their uncrossable chasm, the stake that drove them apart if their current situation did not dictate the present. But no, this night was Brooks' alone. Booth would not be making an appearance in either canine's consciousnesses, and even if the ebony-haired male did, Brooks would probably use that to egg on her night on with Rei more, in drunken defiance of the sacred nature of her relationship with Booth.
Letting a cheeky grin define her features, Brooks' fingers now moved down to where his bare skin met fabric once more, and looped her fingers below the waistline, moving just a few devilishly tantalizing inches before opening her maw. "Perhaps a little too warm..." She whispered to the male above her, pulling down on his pants to move them half an inch, exposing more of his glowing, marble skin to the pale fae. She knew her own pants would be next on the agenda, but where she should have felt some anxiety (or at least a prickle of it) at fully exposing her body to the male on top of her, there was nothing but the hot pool of anticipation. Her bra still covered her chest and it's secrets, but not terribly well, and the woman was nearly quivering with pure lust; to feel the pair of them together without any barriers.