almostknightly:

polteageist:

almostknightly:

polteageist:

She gasped, then sighed into the kiss, arms going around his neck.

He was afraid to move or even breathe.  He let the kiss linger, his tongue twisting with hers, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.  He needed to … stop, now, or he never would, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move away from her.

Her fingers moved up into his hair.  She liked his hair, there was just something about the feeling of running her fingers through it.

He loved the feeling of her fingers in his hair.  Everything she did was so sweet, so right.  “Annie,” he said softly, pulling back just slightly to look at her.  He brushed his lips over hers again, smiling lightly.

“Almasy,” she gave him another quick kiss, “I should …”  She didn’t want to say she should go, but she knew she must.

He smiled at her, stepping back more and taking her hand in his.  He brushed his lips over her knuckles.  “I know,” he said gently.  “Until tomorrow, Annie,” he said.

“Until t’morrow,” she smiled, kissed his cheek, and turned the door handle.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

She gasped, then sighed into the kiss, arms going around his neck.

He was afraid to move or even breathe.  He let the kiss linger, his tongue twisting with hers, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.  He needed to … stop, now, or he never would, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move away from her.

Her fingers moved up into his hair.  She liked his hair, there was just something about the feeling of running her fingers through it.

He loved the feeling of her fingers in his hair.  Everything she did was so sweet, so right.  “Annie,” he said softly, pulling back just slightly to look at her.  He brushed his lips over hers again, smiling lightly.

“Almasy,” she gave him another quick kiss, “I should …”  She didn’t want to say she should go, but she knew she must.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

“Nor can I,” he said, returning the smile.  He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers lightly, reluctant to leave, but knowing he needed to.

She knew he had gone in for a quick kiss goodbye, but she couldn’t help herself.  She deepened the kiss, her hands moving to his shoulders.

He moaned a little at the sudden intensity of her kiss, one hand going around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss in kind, his tongue sliding out to meet hers.

She gasped, then sighed into the kiss, arms going around his neck.

He was afraid to move or even breathe.  He let the kiss linger, his tongue twisting with hers, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.  He needed to … stop, now, or he never would, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move away from her.

Her fingers moved up into his hair.  She liked his hair, there was just something about the feeling of running her fingers through it.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

“Does seven o’clock work for you?” he asked her, his eyes and fingers still on her face.

She nodded, “I can’t wait,” she said with an excited smile.

“Nor can I,” he said, returning the smile.  He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers lightly, reluctant to leave, but knowing he needed to.

She knew he had gone in for a quick kiss goodbye, but she couldn’t help herself.  She deepened the kiss, her hands moving to his shoulders.

He moaned a little at the sudden intensity of her kiss, one hand going around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss in kind, his tongue sliding out to meet hers.

She gasped, then sighed into the kiss, arms going around his neck.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

She stopped when they reached her door, “Will y’ remember where yer own room is  all right?”

He smiled at her.  “I’ll manage,” he said, reaching up and running his fingertips lightly over her cheek then, unable to resist.

She felt her cheeks grow hot at his touch.  ”Until tomorrow’n,” she smiled at him.

“Does seven o’clock work for you?” he asked her, his eyes and fingers still on her face.

She nodded, “I can’t wait,” she said with an excited smile.

“Nor can I,” he said, returning the smile.  He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers lightly, reluctant to leave, but knowing he needed to.

She knew he had gone in for a quick kiss goodbye, but she couldn’t help herself.  She deepened the kiss, her hands moving to his shoulders.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

“I don’t really know any o’ ve places, so y’ll ‘afta surprise me,” she said with a smile.

“Well then, I suppose it shall be a surprise for us both,” he laughed.  “Since I’ve never been to any of them, either.”

She stopped when they reached her door, “Will y’ remember where yer own room is  all right?”

He smiled at her.  “I’ll manage,” he said, reaching up and running his fingertips lightly over her cheek then, unable to resist.

She felt her cheeks grow hot at his touch.  ”Until tomorrow’n,” she smiled at him.

“Does seven o’clock work for you?” he asked her, his eyes and fingers still on her face.

She nodded, “I can’t wait,” she said with an excited smile.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

He smiled at that, at her.  “Is there any place in the village you prefer, for dinner?  Or shall I surprise you?” he asked as they walked.

“I don’t really know any o’ ve places, so y’ll ‘afta surprise me,” she said with a smile.

“Well then, I suppose it shall be a surprise for us both,” he laughed.  “Since I’ve never been to any of them, either.”

She stopped when they reached her door, “Will y’ remember where yer own room is  all right?”

He smiled at her.  “I’ll manage,” he said, reaching up and running his fingertips lightly over her cheek then, unable to resist.

She felt her cheeks grow hot at his touch.  ”Until tomorrow’n,” she smiled at him.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

He was trying hard to focus only on her, on the present, and not all the problems that constantly plagued his mind.  “Which way?” he asked her as they started to walk back toward the stairwell. 

“Vis way,” she led him as they reached the foot of the stairs.  She smiled as she held his arm a little tighter than necessary.

He smiled at that, at her.  “Is there any place in the village you prefer, for dinner?  Or shall I surprise you?” he asked as they walked.

“I don’t really know any o’ ve places, so y’ll ‘afta surprise me,” she said with a smile.

“Well then, I suppose it shall be a surprise for us both,” he laughed.  “Since I’ve never been to any of them, either.”

She stopped when they reached her door, “Will y’ remember where yer own room is  all right?”

almostknightly:

polteageist:

“Well, you make it very easy to be kind, Annie,” he told her, crooking his elbow and holding it out for her to take, if she so chose to.

She took his elbow with a smile.  Men just didn’t behave like him anymore.  She could sense worry in him, she could only assume it was him being conscious of what he was.

He was trying hard to focus only on her, on the present, and not all the problems that constantly plagued his mind.  “Which way?” he asked her as they started to walk back toward the stairwell. 

“Vis way,” she led him as they reached the foot of the stairs.  She smiled as she held his arm a little tighter than necessary.

He smiled at that, at her.  “Is there any place in the village you prefer, for dinner?  Or shall I surprise you?” he asked as they walked.

“I don’t really know any o’ ve places, so y’ll ‘afta surprise me,” she said with a smile.

almostknightly:

polteageist:

“I’m glad,” he said.  He sighed softly.  “I should walk you back to your room now.”  He so hated to end their time together, but he knew if he didn’t do it now, his grasp on his demon would grow less and less, and that was not what he wanted to see happen.

She smiled and gave a nod, “Y’re too kind, really,” she said with a smile.  

“Well, you make it very easy to be kind, Annie,” he told her, crooking his elbow and holding it out for her to take, if she so chose to.

She took his elbow with a smile.  Men just didn’t behave like him anymore.  She could sense worry in him, she could only assume it was him being conscious of what he was.

He was trying hard to focus only on her, on the present, and not all the problems that constantly plagued his mind.  “Which way?” he asked her as they started to walk back toward the stairwell. 

“Vis way,” she led him as they reached the foot of the stairs.  She smiled as she held his arm a little tighter than necessary.