Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

No words there were no absolutely no tangible words to describe the flood that coursed through her body. Heat, chills, nervousness, boldness, fear, bravery, lust, passion, uncertainty, and yet none of it seemed to truly define how she felt. This was unchartered territory, and he was quickly becoming the first soul to ever traipse across her unbeaten path. And it was all happening so quickly that she couldnt seem to get a firm grasp on it maybe it was the alcohol, though, with all that was going on, it seemed that even the alcohol was getting burned off faster than usual with the heat that escalating. Maybe it was just that she was caught up in everything there just simply wasnt ability for her to actually soak it in as deeply as she could simpler things. His arms were around her though, firm, warm, protective, encompassing, trapping a smoldering fire between them that was beginning to lick so fiercely at her skin it was unbearable to remain in that position. And as if hed been reading her mind, she felt his arms lock more tightly around her, grasping her firmly by her hips, and her feet suddenly left the floor, her bottom sliding across the cool surface of the marble bar counter. Their mouths hadnt once come apart, and she was breathing heavily and shakily through her nose, her hands having curled to grasp gently at his shirt, press more firmly into his chest, and then she pulled absently on him, tugging him closer to her until her knees were pressing into his hips and she could feel the heat of his chest radiating back against her body. Time seemed to slow, and for an agonizing moment, their lips were parted, her eyes sliding part-way open to hazily look at him in near disappointment, and the next she knew, the icy air of the apartment was licking her bared torso, causing goosebumps to rise up along her arms and strong shiver to etch its way along her spine. Without a moments hesitation, her hands quickly slid down his body, fingers fumbling at the fabric of his shirt to find the hem, and when she finally felt the loose edge flutter over her fingertips, she eagerly pushed it upwards, leaning up just enough to tug the pesky thing from his head and arms before carelessly dropping it onto the floor beneath them. Her eyes took him in then, and she felt her breath hitch at the sight of his bared torso, the chiseled muscle, the firmness of his stomach, the evident strength in both of his arms that she had only briefly felt from his embraces. It was all so so unmarred. Near immediately, her thoughts shifted, and she found herself biting down on her bottom with a sudden strike of nervousness. His skin was perfect, smooth, and hers well, she had scars, long, rigged, discolored scars from stab wounds and lacerations and fighting with tooth and nail to try and save herself. They riddled her arms, her stomach, her ribs, and suddenly, in the midst of everything going on, she felt intensely insecure. She was about to say something, anything, attempt to get him to look away before he could change his mind, when she suddenly felt her bra come loose, the cold air immediately rushing through the gap between skin and material to glaze over her breasts, causing her already piqued nipples to harden, and she shivered once again. His lips met with her once again, for a fleeting, brief, fraction of a second, and next she knew, he was trailing a line of fire and ice across her skin, causing her eye lids to flutter and her breath the catch in the back of her throat, her head tilting back loosely. It was like torture, slow, tedious, drawn out torture, but in the best way for once, and she could hardly stand to bear it, finally managing a breath as a soft, pitched whimper trailed behind it. He leaned back then, and she once again forced her eyes open in the absence of his touch, meeting his gaze evenly. Youre perfect. A blush crept along her cheek, and she smiled softly, slowly, visibly relaxing and allowing every ounce of pent tension to escape her form as she heaved a sigh of relief. Im flawed, she murmured softly, gently, pausing to tuck her lower lip between her teeth as she slid her palms slowly over his chest, down his ribs, to rest against his stomach. But in the best way Now please youre killing me Without hesitation then, her fingers curled, digging into his stomach as if to bunch his very skin against her slight fists, and she leaned in eagerly, sealing her mouth against his, pressing her body closer, the movement causing the straps of her bra to easily slide the rest of the way from her arms and catch against the crook of her elbows, and she shook her arms to remove it with near irritation before returning her grasp to his skin, a soft sound of desire forming in the pit of her throat.