Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

She had made it maybe halfway to the bathroom when his voice startled her. Her arms were still very much wrapped around the upper part of her chest. Stopping, she turned her body around, only to have his in sudden close proximity. She took in a sharp breath and stood there, paralyzed by anxiety? Panic? Never in her life had she could have imagined this picture. Her being in lingerie, maybe inches away from the top male model in the country. Her arms loosened a bit around herself, falling to lay on her breasts. Her eyes had been averted to the floor ever since she walked out of the bathroom. But now, they were quite aware of his presence, looking up at Mike through those long, black eyelashes. There was something about the look in his eyes that made her feel smaller than she already was. He seemed so conflicted. Looking like he wanted to say something, anything. As if he were going to burst. She wanted to reach out for him, ask if he was okay. But she was a bit distracted by the whole situation at hand. Not to mention, she still wanted to get back in her dress. It was cold...although his body head was radiating to her. It drew her in, but not enough to close the space between them. If he wasn't going to say anything, she would just try again to go and change. It was then words finally seemed to regiter in his brain. And that was the first time she smelled all the alcohol on him. Oh gosh, it made her want to cough. How wasted was he? Her eyebrows, like usual knitted together. This time however it was of concern. Did he need to lay down. Opening her mouth, she shook her head, not wanting him to apologize for-well whatever he was apologizing for. Mike, I think you need to lay d-ah! She nearly jumped out of her skin at the tantalizing feel of his hand on her bare shoulder. Her entire body tensed automatically. She may have looked panicked, but really, she was shocked. Shocked by the surge of heat that trailed where his fingers roamed. Carefully, she let out a shaky breath, her head tilting down to linger on how his hand lingered at the end of her arm. She realized she didn't feel so cold anymore. On the contrary, just one touch and there was somehow a growing heat, if she hadn't known better, her whole body could have been blushing. Instead, it was just her cheeks. Finally, she lowered her arms, unsure of why she felt eased enough to do so. Her entire body was on edge about him however, what was he going to do next? Was he going to caress her again? Or better, would he caress her again? The very thought made her weak in the knees. But not as much as what he did to her next. Another surge of heat shot up from her wrist to the rest of her body. This time, instead of looking toward where he grabbed her, she finally looked straight up at him. Her eyes lidded as she watched him curiously. Honestly, she wondered if he was teasing her, trying to trick her into falling for him, wanting him to do something to her, anything. The more aware part of her mind told her to pull away and make a beeline straight for the bathroom. But the side of her losing her inhibitions- Well it didn't have time to react. Her eyes went wide as the space between them closed. His arms and hands running over bare skin that caused a very visible shiver to shake her body. Juliette surprisingly more than welcomed the warmth against her unclad olive skin. Without being fully aware, she had also snaked her arms around his neck. What had gotten into her? This wasn't natural for her, she had never done anything close to embracing a boy. Nervously, she had begun to pull them back, but she was halted by a warmth, this time that hit her lips. It was quick, just a brush of the lips. But he didn't stop for long. He began to speak, but she couldn't hear him all too well. Her heart was pounding much too hard in her ears. She let out a shaky breath as he laid another kiss on her lips. His words were sweet and desperate while his actions were hot and sure. Such a combination was throwing her for a loop, but she accepted the kisses to her lips with fervor, her arms involuntarily tightening around his neck as the second kiss deepened. For someone like her who had never kissed a boy in her life, she was loving every second of it. It felt...unnaturally..natural. If that was possible. Something she had never done, but felt that should could do forever. Especially when countered with his lips. When he pulled his lips from hers, her head instantly leaned in to follow, but he was quick, knowing exactly where to go. Now here was a foreplay scene she had seen in many porn videos. Being kissed near the neckneck kissing. God, how she had always wanted to receive it, maybe be on the serving end of it, but she never imagined it to actually happen. Almost immediately a soft cry fell from her lips. Honestly she wasn't sure what was making her melt more, his kisses or his words. She didn't even know what to say. She was at a complete loss for words, the only sound coming from her mouth were quiet cries of pleasure at the new sensations peppering her jawline. Following the continuous kisses and a nibble to the ear was what completely broke her. Just this once. Have sex with me. That was all she needed. That confidence sky rocketed through her entire being and released that sexual demon that had hid itself throughout her blossoming years. She didn't even have a chance to nod before his one hand began to move south. Well, he worked fast. So much for consent. Honestly it didn't matter at the moment. Her head tilted to the side, allowing him to access her neck and give her as many kisses as he wanted. Hr cries had been soft, trying to hold back as much as she could despite being sexually awakened. Being quiet went out the window when his hand found itself down there Immediately, her arms tightened around his neck, nearly pulling him down as her legs nearly went out from under her. The lovely sound she cried was nothing short of a moan. Her hips instinctively moved against hand, but not for long. Her hand slid from behind his neck, her finger curling under the neckline of his shirt. She let out a shaky breath as the other hand reached down and stopped him from making her moan any more. At least- at least get me on the bed first. She breathed out, voice shaky. What was he thinking? Pulling something like that to a girl who had never, ever, been touched anywhere on her body before. At least not by another person. Letting go of his wrist, the finger that was hooked under his neckline moved down to grab the hem of his shirt. Pulling him toward the bed before she sat down on it first. She sat there for a second, trying to get her breathing and heart as under control as she could before grabbing his hand and pulling him down on top of her. Blushing, she looked up at him through lidded eyes. With this new found sexual confidence, she felt like she could finally answer what he was saying earlier. Just this once... She whispered, sitting up a bit to kiss him, the alcohol on his breath was almost overwhelming, but it didn't stop her from getting a little kissing practice in. So be it. Now that she agreed...what was she supposed to do. Don't get her wrong, the fire burning in her lower area made her want to do...well anything she saw on standard porn. But carrying out was different. Biting her kiss-swollen lip, she glanced to the side, propped up on her elbows under him. She looked him over, wondering if he was gonna make some sort of initiative move like he head earlier. Instead, she eyes his shirt. Well that's not fair.. She scoffed almost silently, she moved, pushing him up so they both were sitting on their knees. With shaky hands, she grabbed the hem of his white-v neck, slipping it carefully over his head. The sight of his chiseled chest was something she had seen before, yes. But this was something else. It made her feel self conscious about her own body. Her eyes found his, silently questioning him if it was okay to touch him. Her fingers found the indentations of his abs, tracing them slowly, fascinated. He truly was flawless. The tips of her fingers moved up and down his chest carefully, but her eyes had somehow fallen to his pants. Oh gosh. Was he just as aroused as she was. The fact he felt how aroused she was made her want to hide under the blankets they were on. Instead, she channeled her new found courage. The hand caressing his chest moving farther, finger tips ghosting a touch over the pelvic area of his jeans, her eyes carefully moving up to note his reaction.