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Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

The brief squeeze to his bicep made him flex them, showing unconsciously how he??s been keeping up with his routinely exercises. Hank felt the wave of depression crash upon their mental shores roughly though, noting that it wasn??t the best thing to speak about with her right after she had returned. Not that he was a man that knew exactly what to say and when to say it, but he knew at least some things that he shouldn??t have mentioned. Even still, it wasn??t the time to dwell on it and how he could withdraw it, since what was done was done. Wrapping his arms around the other form, he pulled her close once more and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her spiced scent hit him, reminding him of something he had associated with as part of home and comfort. ??Estelle?? he murmured, swaying her a bit as if there was some song playing in the background. As noted, Hank was not a man of words, so he didn??t know how to give comfort. Deaths had been had around his life before, so he knew the similar pain that stabbed into one??s heart and soul. It tore the mind into pieces, sending the individual into agony and despair. Some remained in disbelief at the idea of a death, while others tried to live for the living instead of the dead. Instead of speaking, he wanted to offer her something else besides a drink. Similar, as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Just the initial contact caused his mind to swirl with delight, haze the senses he had. The giant leaned his head down just a fraction as he deepened the kiss, drinking her in and hoping that he gave her back as much as he was taking. They weren??t perfect against one another like before, there were more hard edges that mentally kept them from just clicking like pieces of the same puzzle. Their physical body still had much to remember, as their kiss was not only awkward, but either too soft or too harsh at intervals. But it was the imperfections that stole his heart. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Hank ... I often find myself feigning merriment. I learned the hard way I'm just fooling myself. I promise - more to myself then to anyone else - that I will start being more genuine. Death was natural. It happened frequently, but it wasn't an issue Estelle found herself addressing daily, monthly or even annually. When death reared its ugly head she, like a normal human being, was left discouraged. Though she hadn't seen her dear father in countless years he was a good man. Her depiction of a real man. He'd come home after spending 12 hours outdoors erecting homes for new families, muddy and draped in soot. Estelle's mother, a goddess for lack of a better term, would hole herself away in the den sewing blankets for the winter to come while awaiting her husband's return. Those times were simple times, but the ones Estelle valued most above all. The twilit runs by the ocean with her brother and the basking in low July light underneath the elderly birch tree atop a nearby hill ... all things she treasured, now lost to the kind clutches of time. She was overwrought by nostalgic thoughts as Hank sought to sooth her mourning soul with none other then his embrace. His aura was dizzying almost. He made her knees damn near buckle, and head spin like a tempest storm. She could feel the length of their eyelashes tangle in their passion while she opted further into the density of his chest, craving that hardness that made her feel safe and cared for. She realized just then and there how lucky she was to have been given this man. Though she did not believe in God - nor did she practice any particular religion - she felt the need to thank someone for sending him her way. Much to her own dismay she broke their passionate kiss and rested her head abroad his chest. I've lied to you so much, she uttered. Every time you brought me dinner when I was ill I showed you only contentment when in fact ... I was purely ecstatic. That time you made those fireworks and set them off by the strand ... I displayed the same blandness when I was overwhelmed with the rawest form of joy. I promise I won't lie to you anymore. listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

When the kiss broke, Hank briefly wondered why. It wasn??t until she muttered that she had lied to him, did he think that he had done something wrong. Then again, he had to remind himself not to jump to conclusions, because there was no need to bring unneeded negativity and worries into their rebuilding relationship. From what she was telling him though, the burly man had to wonder, ??Why?? And truthfully, he didn??t mean to sound so confuse, but he was. For a moment, Hank pulled back fully, so that they didn??t have to look into each other??s eyes without going crossed-eyed. Confusion was clearly painted on the tanned face, his eyebrows crunched up together like a wrinkle in a sheet, lips parted halfway as if trying to formulate the correct words. There really didn??t seem like a nice way of putting what he wanted to ask, but he supposed that honesty with Estelle would be best, least he didn??t get his answer. ??It??s just? I don??t care what you display, Estelle. I care about how you feel in the end, whether or not you show it to anyone. You haven??t lied to me, you??ve just? delayed the reward.? he tried to convey. At least, that??s what he tried to do??who knew what it came out as to her ears. Even to himself he sounded too mushy, yet he had no shame in keeping his words as is. A large hand came up to brush through what little hair he had??pet it really??and a rough sigh escaped his lips. Affectionate sigh, rather than frustration though, as he looked at Estelle as if she was a child and shook his head with a grin on his lips. ??Has the city life been adding sitcom-drama into your life, Estelle? I??d say a few days hacking the firewood will do you good??puts hair on your chest.? he teased, nudging her shoulder to be playful, but underestimating his strength and knocking her a bit harder than he had anticipated. The thought of mourning for a lost family member had him thinking in the back of his mind though, wondering how his own family were doing. Along with that, he had to wonder what Estelle??s family was like, but that was a horror to face another life-time. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

After my oldest brother left both myself and my mother alone, I felt that I had to step up and be the 'man'. My father was working nearly twelve hours a day and my mother needed a brick, someone that knew how to be a strong foundation, while he was gone. I knew this was a role I could play. As I grew older I began absentmindedly suppressing my feelings. I guess you could say I became the unofficial bodyguard of my household. And with that, she felt no need to further explain herself. A wave of relief washed over her she was absolved of her fibs and knew that both she and Hank could begin anew. The city, she spat. Her voice was dark and venomous. Such a cumbersome place ... the air is always thick with smog and a scent of rotting garbage. Trash litters the streets, scantily clad young woman scour the terraces like motherless bimbos and above all, there is no art. All I could salvage from the mess was the garbled, marred conjunction of city lights. Other then that it was a horrible experience. The sounds kept me awake all night. Yet another displeased sigh fled her lips, but it was replaced by her stance, which was much more uplifted. She seemed to be free of the burden she had been toting about like some accessory for a fair amount of time now. It had been weighing heavy on her heart since the funeral never had she felt such a massive veil of guilt overcome her so easily. Rather then wallow in intangible hatred, she took Hank's hand in hers, giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze and reveling in the quietness of her house. I'm going to stay here for the night. It's been a long, long time since I've been home. I'm going to just go whip up a quick snack and go to bed. You're more then welcomed to say, but I wouldn't be upset if you decided to enjoy the evening's festivities. listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

While he wasn??t sure what to think of the city, after all the years being away from it, Hank didn??t think it was the time to further the discussion on the topic. Instead, he just held her as she would allow him to and listened to what she had to say. The thick air and rotting garbage. . .it reminded him of slums and he had to wonder where she had grew up in. It didn??t matter in the end though, as they were now out in the village, where the air was clean and the village folk were less spiteful and friendlier towards one another. A tight community was a good turn for many things in life. When she mentioned that she was not going to the evening??s festivities though, he had to pull back just a fraction. ??I??m sure the mayor can handle one night without me.? he teased, running his large and warm palms over her shoulders and down her arms. With a firm squeeze that showed he wasn??t worried about bruising or breaking her, he took a step back and turned towards the kitchen area. ??I made sandwiches earlier, in fact, so perhaps a bit of that would be best?? the giant still had to duck his head just fractionally when he walked through the kitchen entrance. It was something that he always felt embarrassed about, as he had built this arch, but hadn??t thought about building it higher than eyelevel for his convenience assuming he??d be over often at the time. Once in the kitchen, he fished out the sandwiches and placed half a deli-style sandwich on a plate with three or four large slices of potato chips. ??Want to eat here or in bed?? listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Upstairs, she uttered drably. Her eyes were dying, overtly fatigued, and she was hindered by her overwhelming hunger. It took nearly all of her energy to venture upstairs but the trek was more then worth it. Her room - the master bedroom - was clean dustless, the bed's comforter free of wrinkles and smoothed over to perpetual perfection. Everything was just as she had left it. The dull moonlight shone restlessly in through the window which was left a smidgen ajar, casting a luminescent spotlight over her cot. Without much further waiting she flopped down on her bed, sinking her entire weight into it. The mattress molded around her curvaceous frame drawing her further and further into its spongy content. She planted her face square in the blanket, burying it deeper and deeper until she could no longer draw in a breath. She felt the moon burn at her backside, taunting her to enjoy its exotic glow, but she felt the need to revel in the nostalgia that was the softness of her since-missed bed. I didn't realize how nice it is to be home. She flopped over and cradled a pillow to her chest, leering absentmindedly at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as she watched it unwaveringly while taking note of the uneasy floorboards which cried under Hank's weight as he trekked up the stairwell. In the dead silence of her chamber she laughed, a heart one at that. listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Nodding his head, he moved to pick up the plates and then began to follow Estelle upstairs. Hank hoped that Estelle hadn??t mind the fact that he had even ventured into the master bedroom to clean, as he didn??t want to leave the place collecting dust and the stale scent if left alone too long. Once in the bedroom, he watched as she nearly sunk in the bed with her frame, almost as if she was sinking within herself at the same time. They??re body types were of the large variety though, so he didn??t feel guilt for thinking that she was an Amazon??she??d understand it as much as he understood he was a giant. ??Seems like you miss the bed more than me.? he muttered, placing her plate down on the nightstand with a small clank. While his tone was a bit reprimanded, the corners of his lips were quirked upwards. Moving towards the other side of the bed, he sat down and felt the entire bed bend to his weight, the springs in it giving just the slightest protest. There were plenty of things he still wanted to ask Estelle about her trip, about what her family was like, and if she had been happy to see them??though in an unwanted scenario. Nothing came to mind though, so instead of speaking, he began to snack on his own half sandwich. As he did so, he remembered that it was not wise to eat and then sleep, so he??d have to occupy her with conversation or so for the next two to three hours if he wanted to help her watch her health. On that note, he cleared his throat and attempted at conversation. ??Er? is it good?? Hank was a great conversation starter. listulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

The very moment Hank sat down on the bed, Estelle rolled, hitting his backside with a rather upsetting smack. You're too hard, she uttered blatantly, swiping a curtain of her coal mane from her beryl eyes. Her gaze traveled up his spine then to the back of his skull where there once used to be a healthy thatch of hair, but now, virtually nothing but a thin layer of peach fuzz. She took her plate in her jeweled hands, committing to her traditional eating habits. She peeled the top portion of bread off of the sandwich and jammed a healthy handful of potato chips inside. Her tongue flickered out through her lips, lapping up tiny, saucy dollops of mayonnaise from her fingertips, then she proceeded to reassemble her meal. The first bite was like absolute heaven. The mayonnaise fell onto her tongue the crunch of lettuce, cool, smooth sensation of cheese and ham ... it was all perfect. The second bite was hasty, wanton even, and she found herself virtually devouring the sandwich rather then displaying her sentient manners. Fantastic, she muttered through munches. Jesus I needed this. She bore through the amassed condiments like a starving, emaciated Middle-Eastern child, munching, chewing, chomping. When the sandwich was perpetually annihilated by her starving jaws, she laid the plate on the nightstand and flopped back onto her accumulation of overtly downy pillows. Thank you ... she sighed, placing her hand over her stomach. Her top rode up over her abdomen, but she quickly caught it and smoothed over it. You know ... I haven't felt this at peace in such a long time ... I missed the valley, the people, you while I was gone. I was pining for your companionship every night ... I never thought how empty it would feel to sleep alone. I remember years ago when I found it difficult to fathom even sharing a bed with someone.listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

??Better hard than limp.? Hank replied without missing a beat, mentally wondering if that was true in all cases. Gazing down at Estelle with a raised eyebrow, he smirked at her appeal. She wasn??t model beautiful, but more of the exotic glamour that attracted the common eye rather than the critiquing one. Just watching her eat seemed to make him hungry for more than his own sandwich, but like a gentleman he tried to be, he turned back to his meal. Each bite was filled with small bursts of flavor, combined with a chomp at the chip to add an even saltier tang. Hank was used to eating a bit messier than others appeared to do, as his fingers would often times squeeze just a little too hard on the sandwich without him noticing until the filling bulged out of the bread slices. He was rather lost in his thoughts of food, so when Estelle mentioned about missing him and the village, he snapped his head up and almost gave himself whiplash. The giant usually didn??t hear things like that, so he didn??t know how to respond right away. Instead of a mumbled thanks or something stated back in the same way, he spoke the first thing that came to mind. ??I got a new tattoo while you were away.? Smooth, you dumbass. he mentally scold himself. Placing the plate down on the other nightstand, he wiped his fingers messily on his jeans?? Well, that was smart? ??and began to unbutton and zip his pants. He even had to lift his hips and began to pull down his boxers with it, almost as if he was stripping for something else other than the excuse of a ??tattoo??. It was more than that though. It was a network of spirals and curls, wisps of smoky blank ink that crawled around his left hipbone. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

She watched tentatively as his bear-like hands ventured towards the denim and unfastened the zipper. Her eyes barreled down his flesh, over the tightly woven muscle and past his obliques. The ink was revealed inch by starving inch until she managed to decipher the tawny image written there. It was ... stunning, to say the least. Estelle's fingers reached out, tracing over the intricate design as she pulled herself up to line her gaze with the image. It's ... magnificent. That being the first word that came to mind, but for some reason, Estelle felt as if she weren't able to access the vast archive that was her vocabulary that evening, partially because Hank's presence made her see in a garbled blur. She careened over and tickled his flesh with her lips, planting a ginger peck upon the baroque design. If I may ask, what inspired such a transcendent piece of art? Her breath was smooth and warm, traveling over the plain of his flesh like a regal tropic wind. listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

He jerked unconsciously when she leaned in closer and kissed his hipbone. They had been away from one another for quite some time, so he couldn??t help but feel a bit of the apprehension that came with intimacy after the length of time. Even still, he was able to relax against her touch after a moment or two. Hank shrugged as an answer, before realizing that it probably wasn??t enough of an answer. ??Well?? and it sounded so stupid now that he thought about it. Then again, it was meant to be a reminder, so he found it inspiring, if not silly in the eyes of others. Luckily, no one else would be seeing it, if he had any say in it. ??You know, your eyes are like smoke designed orbs?? he hinted at, tracing the slight tinged hints of dark, emerald green that had been mixed into the bleak blackness of the ink. It would have shimmered if he moved the light over it, showing that there was more to the tattoo than first glance. Shrugging, he moved to pull up his pants so that most of his modesty was covered up, before grabbing for a chip and munching on it. Something to distract himself really, as he didn??t know how Estelle would take it. Commitment was a frightful idea, and getting a tattoo was permanent. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

The woman was rendered speechless for an instant. She felt a sense of pride well up inside of her. It was Hank's coyness that made her smile, that same innocence he had displayed all but a year ago. She often wondered why she adored his callowness. But, she decided it was best left unquestioned. Most other women would be fuming at the awkwardness their man displayed after nearly a year being gone but Estelle hadn't minded it in the bit. She was cognizant of Hank's adoration for her. It was a mutually shared emotion, this much she knew. Estelle wanted to let him know that he didn't have to commit to anything. They were together because they loved each other. Though they seldom displayed their affection or confessed it to one another, it surely didn't mean it wasn't there. It was the fact that Estelle wasn't infatuated with him that made her realize the affection she displayed for him was real and still blossoming. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts to his back and tied her arms around broad shoulders. She pressed her cheek to his, purposely nuzzling his rather sandpapery jawline. The friction between her smooth skin and his which was rough and rugged was quite a superb sensation. She wasn't used to displaying affection in such a ... cute way, but she felt playfulness was needed. Why are you hiding from me? she chuckled sweetly, swaying his body with hers, Are potato chips more appealing? listulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Hank felt his lover press up against him and rub her cheek against his, which caused him to realize he hadn??t shaved for the day. Or at least, his five o??clock shadow had grown in without his notice. The spiky stubs scratched at her smooth flesh, reminding him of how much softer she was than he was, despite her being rougher than the women of the village. He looked down at the chip in his hand and shrugged, finishing it off before he playfully wiped his fingers against her shoulder. ??Depends. Are you as tasty as them?? he asked teasingly. Without asking for permission??perhaps he should have??he maneuvered them so that he could wrap his arm around the Amazon??s shoulders. His large hand wrapped around the base of her skull and pulled her in close so that their lips meshed against one another. Hank felt the need to just devour her for a moment, so for the next minute or two, he did just that. Their kiss was passionate and bordered on violent, with his tug and pull, nip and bite, suck and thrust. Just outside, there were flashes of light??barely there, if one wasn??t looking. While he didn??t??couldn??t??see the sprinkle of rock scraping against the atmosphere, Hank could hear the ??oo??s and ??ahh??s of villagers watching out in the streets. A meteor shower was flashing in the background, here and there, but he had more interesting things to pay attention to. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

In all honesty Estelle hadn't expected this from him. She believed they were just bathing in each other's presence, playing, toying, being children if anything. She was overwhelmed by his size and his warmth, both impeccable elements he was notorious for. She enjoyed being dwarfed by his mass, it made her feel safe and as if she no longer had to play the domineering role. She was hungry for his affection just as her lips belted for his. There was not a moment where they were idle. Her hand found his skull, anxiously awaiting a head full of hair but was disappointed to find nothing but a waning layer of fuzz. They burned as they rubbed across the plain while she drew in his flavor. The other hand - which was mischievous but prudent - rested idle on his hip. Each digit twitched eagerly, traveling up and down his strong sides, following the curb of each rib bone. She could hear the whizz and pop of the pyrotechnic show outdoors just through the copse of oak-trees and up the hill. The sky grew bright, pinkish almost, and bright colored spheres rained from the clouds. The low pomegranate glow cast over his body as her fingers wantonly found his abdomen, trekking up, scraping the muscle, then riding up to his sternum. listulistulistu