Thread: The Shadow Man {Darkest Nightmare & Xanapahia}

Dean felt his concerns fade as the door opened and he saw Lydia. She looked... incredible! Her red hair was lustrous, almost glowing, and in stunning contrast to her fair, white skin. She'd put on make-up, which was rare, and her face appeared very different, the girlish innocence muted and a new maturity and sensuality on her features. Dressed conservatively, as always, the supple curves of her slim figure were hinted at in her shirt and the skirt gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs below her knees. Realizing he had just ogled her entire body, Dean blushed slightly and forced his eyes back to Lydia's blue orbs, giving her a big smile. H-hey Ly- Dean began, but his words were cut off as Lydia bounced forward and embraced him a big hug. Her nubile body was pressed against his own, and he was all too aware of the twin mounds of her breasts flattening against his chest as her head buried in his shoulder. She felt warm, soft, and so tempting against him, and smelled delicious, a comforting mix of conditioner and lotion. The act was so surprising that Dean was momentarily stunned, but reflex kicked in and he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tighter. Just the slight movement of their bodies as he held her was stirring his arousal, and he could feel his cock wake slightly in his jeans. He hadn't misread her signals, that was for sure. She wanted to get fucked tonight! Whoah! I'm glad to see you as well! That's a nice greeting. When she disengaged to pull him into her house by his hand, Dean almost didn't want to let go. But, her smiling face lured him into the living room and he got a nice view of her heart shaped ass swinging before him as she led him to the love seat. He joined her immediately, placing a hand on her thigh, resting on top of the thin fabric of her skirt, as the other arm slid onto couch back behind her. Mhmm... the only thing I'm hungry for is you, Dean replied, eyes twinkling at his lewd comment. Just weeks ago, Lydia would have blushed, stammered, and fled at such a comment. Tonight, well, tonight he was eager to see how she responded. The hand on her thigh moved slightly, rubbing her and shifting up slightly higher as his face leaned in close to hers, mouth half-opening in anticipation of a kiss. The weird feelings from earlier seemed to be fading, all he could think about was this gorgeous, innocent red-head that was alone with him and seemingly even more excited to see him than he was to see her. And he was very fucking excited to see her. I need a taste, right now, Dean murmured, closing the gap between their faces and pressing his lips to Lydia's full, red ones. He'd kissed her many times over the last couple weeks, increasingly passionate as she'd grown more comfortable, but this kiss was likely his most aggressive yet. A deep, hungry, and lusty coupling of their mouths, with his tongue sliding forth to swirl and explore the wet and warm depths of her mouth, plunging into her with unabashed sexual desire. As their faces moved together, his hand began to slide up her thigh, wrinkling and bunching her skirt as he slid towards her inner thighs and inched towards the apex of her legs. CRAAAAASH ! A shattering noise startled them both and Dean sat up, the hot kiss and his hand's progress towards her sex forgotten. A vase lay shattered on the hardwood floor by the open living room window, evidently it had toppled somehow from the table it had sat upon. Flowers lay strewn on the floor, a puddle of water and broken glass in the center of the mess. Dean felt a cool breeze on his face suddenly, the gust chilled him and made him shiver as he felt his pulse inexplicably quicken. What the fuck? Shit... that scared me, the long haired boy said, glancing at Lydia with a look of embarrassment. Fuck, we should clean that up... was that the wind?