Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

The initial tugging on her body forced her to squeak, as she suddenly felt the distance between them melt away with a simple motion. Soon enough, his head was nestled warmly in between her breasts, the affectionate way he held her, forcing the pain that currently plagued Caroline's face, to simmer down into nothing but an annoyance. If he listened close enough, he'd be able to hear the strong, steady beating of her heart, such only quickening as she reached up to tangle lithe digits in the messy strands which adorned his head. She held him there, not wanting to let him go. He was very special to her, and she hoped he knew it. It seemed as if she were just as special, his rebellious admittance of loving her, forcing that pretty, stained face to twist. She gazed down to him in amazement, not truly knowing what she should do, or say. No one had ever confessed their love to her, and while this was probably the happiest moment of Caroline's life, the poor thing felt trapped in a certain millisecond. She could barely breathe, truly taken by Flynn. Even when he stuffed her dainty, sensitive nostrils with tissue paper, ultimately aiding her in a very comedic appearance, she was still speechless. Yet, her eyes were so unbelievably warm, looking to him as if he was the only thing she would ever want to see again. And, honestly, it was true. She felt as if her reason to live now, was to hold Flynn's hand, and brave their way through the treacherous plains of this world together. Perched upon his left leg obediently, she let one of her arms wrap about his shoulders, allowing her to scoot closer, until she was comfortably settled into him. My parents aren't cool, she murmured quietly, letting her eyes fall to a half-closed state, his words seeping into her flesh like tangible matter. The problem was, now that she was given a taste of what he could give to her, Caroline wanted it. Despite her beliefs, and her hardheaded want to say celibate, Flynn had successfully tainted her body through to the marrow of her bone. He had handed over that forbidden fruit, and with the lingering essence still upon her tongue, it wasn't a surprise that she was quickly growing to enjoy, the random acts of debauchery that he put her through. He respected her, and she respected him. He loved her...and... I love you too, she suddenly roused, sitting up. Those beautiful eyes of dark hazel gazing into his own, before her small palm carefully cupped at his injured cheek, letting the pad of her thumb tickle across the inflamed surface. I accept your apology, she began, licking at those plump lips of hers, still red from her blood. But...I have to be honest with you... A deep breath, forcing that adorably pert chest of hers to rise up, the lace lining of her bra digging down into her cleavage. I wouldn't mind doing that stuff either...I liked it a lot. So, if you're okay with it, and...I'm okay with it, then...we should do that stuff, right, she asked, looking so horribly cute. Caroline Saunders was a divine entity, even if she had managed to be broken and bruised, tainted with her own essence. Those still soiled panties clinging desperately to a tight bum. She had come to terms with the fact, that Flynn was what she wanted.