Dangerous Beauty #2 (Irmó)

[Nicola]

Ana Faye

Ana had not expected the burst of pure happiness that exploded in her chest when Tapou agreed to accompany her, though she should have. She had been certain that he would say no and write her off as a desperate little girl who jumped at the chance of romance. Because that's exactly what she would have done if she were in his shoes. She wondered idly why he was in fact tagging along with her. And why he had kissed her in the first place. But as he delicately kissed her hand Ana realized she didn't, couldn't, really care why. Some tiny responsible part of her brain told her this was serious, that she shouldn't encourage this man. But she was eighteen now, an adult. She had more control of her life now than she'd ever had before. Her trip alone to the hair stylist proved that. Her new free self needed to indulge on impulses, something that hadn't existed for her when she was younger. Ana didn't know how, but she knew Tapou represented the impulse that her body had longed for and she wasn't about to let him escape, no matter what he thought of her. He had agreed to come and that was all that mattered.

But to come where? Ana hadn't thought that part through yet. Where should she bring him? No places particularly appealed to her at the moment, they didn't seem right. But she had to bring him somewhere. The only place that seemed remotely suitable was her expensive apartment, but wasn't that going too far into the "desperate girl" department? Even so, now that the idea was in her head she didn't want to think of anything else. It wasn't so bad, really. All that would happen is that they would get to know each other a little better and maybe have a drink. Nothing wrong with that. Before she could convince herself otherwise Ana gripped Tapou's hand and lowered the other one. She gave him a smile, and felt a little guilty. There was no need to influence his thoughts, he'd agreed hadn't he? She gave a little tug, dimming her smile down to just a curve of her lips.

"Well, as you have nothing else planned for the day then, maybe you'd like to have a drink in my apartment?" Suddenly aware of the way she had said this Ana mentally hit herself. Why did she purposely make a complete idiot of herself? He'd get wary now, afraid that she was some psychopath lunatic that was hoping to get him alone, where there was no witnesses. But even though she felt like a complete twat, she wouldn't let go of his hand.


OCC - Because of your constant distracting, I have no time to write any more Irmó. Tut tut.

[Irmó]

OOC: Well, because of my parents dragging me to museums, I'm stuck writing this on my iTouch. And besides, I think poor Tapou is more distracted than the both of us combined.

Tapou was feeling a little disoriented. He had never experienced anything like this, and was worried that there was something wrong with him. The worst bit, by far, was that he somehow couldn't bring himself to care. His brain seemed to be taking a vacation in Africa and yet all he could think (if think wasn't too much of an overstatement) about was beautiful Miss Faye. The way she had kissed him, the way he had found himself kissing her, her eyes, her lips, the way she talked and moved... When her hand found his and she smiled, he wondered why he didn't collapse to the floor. His leg joints suddenly felt held together by badly-tied bits of string. He found that even when she dimmed her smile, it was still the most radiant smile he had ever seen. And her voice, she had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard... "Of course," he agreed, sounding calm in spite of himself. "A drink would be lovely." His tone and the pause on the word 'drink' made it clear that he could care less about beverages. 

He twined his fingers around hers, enjoying the way her skin felt, and fought to keep command of all mental processes. He looked into her eyes again, letting himself get lost in them but reminding himself frequently not to kiss her. He felt his eyes in return shade to amethyst; this was irritating, as it was hardly a 'manly' color, and besides, he knew exactly what it meant. Nevertheless, he found himself more looking forward to a trip to her apartment than he had ever anticipated everything, even when he had thought he was about to become a stylist for Tributes. All that seemed so far away, now; all his dreams seemed petty all of the sudden. All he wanted was to be able to get to know enchanting Miss Faye better. He let his other hand hang behind him and was mildly startled when he felt something brush up against it. Then, when he realized what he was, he smiled and manouvered it invisibly into his back pocket. It would come in handy later. In the meantime, though...  

[Nicola]

Ana tugged on Tapou's hand once more as she began walking, making him to follow. It was pointless trying to hide her excitement, and even she could feel her hands shaking. She hoped that he didn't take too much notice. Scaring him away was the last thing she wanted to do. She felt a pull towards him, as if being close to him would instantly get rid of all her fears and worries and leave her nothing but with thoughts of him, and so far it was working. Wherever Tapou's skin touched hers; it burned. It was like his touch was fire, but a fire that was quickly becoming addictive. Ana wondered if she would ever be the same after he left, which was depressingly inevitable. Her skin would always want to be burnt by his, even if she herself didn't, which she couldn't see happening. Was this how drug addicts felt? Always needing the next hit as soon as they could get it? Being separated from Tapou . . . Ana didn't want to ever consider it. It hurt too much.

Unfortunately it was quite a short walk to her building in the Residential Area. Too short. They had already reached her building's car park in the space of a few moments. Barely enough time to strike up conversation. Even though she had no idea what to say. She had no experience with this sort of thing. It made her feel extremely self-conscious but to a whole new level. It frightened her. What if she said something wrong that made him think that he was making a mistake? What if what she said made him run away from her? Better to keep her mouth shut than to risk it. He was probably better at this than she was. He must have had loads of girls flocking to him. Ana sneaked a quick sidewards glance at Tapou, her breath catching as she did so. Of course he had lots of girls, he was gorgeous. Why hadn't she noticed before? His hair shone under the sun's glare, adding strands of amber amongst the black. It was beautiful. Why couldn't her hair do that? Bits of jealousy mixed in with her awe. It was strange how she could be admiring and envious of him at the same time.

Taking her eyes away from his features Ana looked forwards . . . and saw her parents. Oh crap. Why did they have to be here? They hadn't seen her yet, which was an entirely good thing. They must've been trying to visit her and gave up; they were about the only people, apart her manager, that could enter her flat without asking. Which was infuriating. She assumed that she loved them, they were the reason why "Ana Faye" existed. And she supposed she was grateful, but they used the fact that they were Ana Faye's parents too much. So as of late, Ana had been trying to avoid them as much as possible. So she had no intention of talking to them now. Especially with Tapou here. "Hide me, please," she blurted out unintentionally to no one in particular, searching for a hiding place. There was a little alley to their right, and if they moved now she wouldn't be forced to endure her parents.

Dashing for the safe spot, dragging Tapou behind her, Ana crouched in the shadow of her building. She felt guilty for taking Tapou with her, but she didn't want to let go of his hand. Deciding to explain herself, she began to whisper. "I'm sorry for this but I really don't feel like being forced to have a conversation with my parents right now. They can be quite annoying." Ana paused to give him a sympathetic smile. "Well, I suppose it's not their fault. All stylists are annoying, don't you think? And anyway, I had other things in mind than having a family chat." Her smile turned cheeky, which in turn made her blush. Again.

[Irmó]

Tapou carefully watched every turn she made, every right and left and all the street names. He wanted to remember this place. It was harder than he had originally thought, though. Ana Faye was remarkably distracting, he realized. And incredibly attractive, of course. Dear god, he wanted to kiss her. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her...

He frowned slightly when she pulled him abruptly to the left into an alleyway. Unless there was a door hidden in the walls, he doubted that this was her house. Questing fingers revealed, in fact, a singular lack of doors. So... What was he doing here? She obliged by telling him. He smiled ruefully. "Ah, parents. Both their charm and their irritation, seems to me, derives from their claim that they know everything about you. And yes, I had other things in mind, too." He realized with a chuckle that this was in fact the exact scene he had pictured in his head a few minutes ago. Had all that really been minutes ago? It felt like it had been years since he had met Ana. And somehow felt like seconds since he had kissed her... That was probably not a good idea given that her parents were steps away. They might not notice, but...

Tapou sincerely hoped that the parents didn't find them. Admittedly, their position was rather... incriminating. One male and one female suddenly ducking into an alley... He wasn't stupid enough to not realize that kissing her at this stage would be foolish (not to say it wasn't tempting), but just this location didn't make it look good. Perhaps they should hide themselves behind a wall, or...something. 

He was suddenly struck by how amazing she looked, even in this light. Her eyes, her hair, her lips, her exquisite eyelashes... He reached out with his free hand and gently stroked her hair. "Have I told you," he asked quietly, "how incredibly beautiful you are?" Then he refocused, and utilized one of those handy uncracked windows to see where her parents were.

OOC:  

[Nicola]

Ana straightened up, back against the cold wall, fingers entwined tightly in Tapou's and heart beating like a hummingbird's wings. Excitement and terror gripped her lungs, making her breathe abnormally fast, her chest rising just as quick. If she was lucky her parents would just leave without noticing them, and then she would be free to do . . . whatever she wanted with Tapou. She smirked at the thought, then moved her sight to the entrance of the alley. Schor and Lyn Faye were nowhere in sight. Had they gone the other way? No, the pair were walking in her direction when Ana saw them. Then why were they taking so long? She felt anger bubble up inside her, and could feel herself frown. It was just like them to show up at the most awkward moments. Even though it was always unintentional, so they say, it was as if the had a six sense that told them that their precious daughter was doing something that they wouldn't approve of. It was entirely infuriating.

Her anger though suddenly vanished as hesitant fingers gently brushed her hair. Unless someone else was hiding in here with them which was highly doubtful, that was Tapou who just did that. His hand stroked her hair, thus making her hood fall. It's weight tugged her jacket down with it until it rested at her elbows and left her shoulders bare. Highly aware that all she was wearing underneath was a flimsy camisole, Ana used her free hand to straighten the thin straps that had also fallen with the jacket back on her shoulders. She was used to wearing next to nothing; half of her career was based on the tempting photos inside fashion magazines. But this was incredibly different, and even though all that was showing were her pale shoulders, her cheeks fired up and, if it was even possible, so did her already fast beating heart. The only comprehensible thought in her mind was that she wished her parents wern't so close. Speaking of her parents . . .

Ana's attention snapped back to the entrance where she saw the tail end of the pair in question walking away. They were chattering quite loudly, another annoying trait of theirs, but she could barely hear them over the beats inside her chest. Her mind numbingly blank, Ana gazed back at Tapou. Had he said something? She faintly recalled that he did, but she couldn't remember what he had said. And she couldn't ask him to repeat it as she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to formulate a proper sentence. Yes or no was about all that she could currently manage. Eyes focused on his lips, her hand, which had decided to create a mind of it's own, reached up so her fingers could trail along them. What was she doing? It took a moment for Ana to find an answer. Everything I want to.

[Irmó]

OOC: Well, after that irritating parental distraction... And yes, this is kinda short. Sorry. I'm feeling distracted now, my sisters are playing with blocks by banging them into each other.

Tapou watched through narrowed eyes as her parents walked away. Well, thank god that was over. Now then, he could -

He suddenly felt her fingers on his lips, touching them gently. His gaze snapped back to hers, and he suddenly felt his head swimming again. He reached up and grasped her fingers and kissed them. His head was thrumming again, his heart signing up for a leading role in percussion, and his stomach felt hollow once more. He gazed at her just for an instant – those beautiful emerald eyes, the fire-red hair, the delicate and soft lips... He wondered if he should say something, if he should even attempt to talk to her. He decided that the answer was yes, but that he was completely incapable of speaking at this time. He instead leaned in closer and felt the rest of the world fade out –

And kissed her again.

Immediately he felt that current fill his body, filling that hollow recess behind his ribs. He felt like he was drifting underwater and gently floating. He felt her, with every fiber of his being he felt every atom of hers. He could feel the way her lips were shaped against his, feel her hair against his hand and feel her skin against his other. He moved his hand downwards and began to caress her back, feeling as if the boundaries between the two of them were blurring, as if they were melting and becoming each other. He grew more intense, kissing her more and more passionately. This incredible woman by the name of Ana Faye had completely captured him. He was hers and he was glad of it, willing to spend the rest of his life in poor servitude if need be for the chance to be able to kiss her.

[Nicola]

Ana was in heaven. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer, if that was possible. She never wanted this end. It was the most perfect moment ever, and Ana was afraid that she'd never be able to stop. His lips answered every question hers inquired, before she even asked them. Her fingers became knotted in his hair, tugging unintentionally hard at it, angling his head so it fit better with hers. She knew that she was in danger of suffocating, but she didn't dare give it a second thought. It seemed traitorous. Her back was being crushed into the wall behind from the intensity of the kiss, and she realized that neither of them was going to stop, despite the pain they were causing each other. It was this thought that triggered the responsible consciousness back into life, and it was furious.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?," it snarled at Ana, but she decided to ignore it. Passion wasn't about responsibility, it was about impulses and carelessness. And is was amazing. But she really needed to breathe. Reluctantly pulling away, again, (why was she the one always pulling away?) she starting panting quite loudly and rested her head against his shoulder. This wasn't the right place to be doing this. It was cold, and dirty, and uncomfortable. "Wouldn't you rather continue upstairs than down here?" she struggled to whisper, highly aware of everywhere that he touched her. She couldn't believe she had just said that, and Ana found herself tightening her arm's grip around him.

OCC - So short but I have to have dinner now (oh joy). Sorry, and I probably won't be on for a couple of days, so sorry again.

[Irmó]

OOC: Taken a few liberties with this one. Hope you don't mind - need to move this along. If you don't like anything, I'll be glad to edit it.

Tapou Pine sighed. Ah well, he could kiss her again soon. In the mean time, however, he had a house to see. "Yes, of course," he affirmed. "As much as I have been enjoying... this," the final word being emphasized by a gentle brush of his lips against hers, as if accidental, "I'm sure it would be much more comfortable inside. I'm sure you agree," he continued, taking ahold of her elbow as if she were some sort of princess and guided her into her palatial apartment. He did not pause to take stock of their surroundings once they were inside; there was time to dig for information later. Now, however, he had something he had to give her. He checked his back pocket. Was it - yes, there it was.

"Do you like magic tricks," he asked her suddenly. Not waiting for an answer, he continued, "I'd check behind your back if I were you." When she reached behind with one hand and found nothing, he stepped forward and advised, "Other hand. Here..." So saying, he took hold of her wrist and was going to continue when he found himself holding her hand and standing far too close to her... Incapable of stopping himself, he bent down and kissed her briefly, enjoying the way she felt against him, where she curved into him and where in particular her lips met his, their exquisite softness. Breaking the kiss, he murmured, "Sorry. Got a little distracted there." He then found her other hand with his and nodded. "Yes, that one. That's right." Finally, bending his elbow a little so that the hand went to behind her back, clasped her fingers, and drew her hand back out, which was empty. Then, with a flourish, he somehow drew a long green stem from her opened palm and, with a small twirl, presented it to her with a bow. "For the Lady Faye," he said with a grin.

He'd always been good with prestidi - with magic tricks, that was. It was a stone of confidence in the river of confusion he found himself drowning in - with considerable enjoyment, at that. Ever since he had first met her he had been constantly uncertain of what would happen next, confused and completely out of control of events. This was not to say he hadn't been unpleased with the way things had turned out; this was by far the farthest thing from the truth. It was nice, however, to be in a situation where he knew exactly how everything would play out. It made things that might or might not happen in the near future a little easier to cope with. Hmm... Well, he was certainly going to kiss her. At least once more. Almost certainly twice. Probably at least ten times and, you know what, there wasn't really any reason to stop. And no reason not to start... Well, first he'd complete his little trick and hand over the rose, let her put it somewhere. After that, of course...

[Nicola]

OCC - I don't mind. I don't really get what happened there anyways. lol Stupid me.

All of these kisses were making Ana extremely dizzy. She hadn't even noticed that they were in her apartment until the quiet click of her security door as it closed behind them. And she couldn't blame herself; this, whatever this was, was happening all so very quickly. The fear she had experienced earlier was returning, but she just dismissed as normal. Surely every girl felt fear when she was with a boy for the first time. This fact did not ease her anxiety, however, although she wished it would. It would not do to feel this way in a situation like this.

Her trail of thought was thankfully distracted by Tapou, who was attempting to perform a magic trick for her. She found it quite confusing, especially as how his kiss blew away her concentration. Before she could gather what was happening, the man who so easily was able to distract her was presenting Ana with a pretty rose. She'd seen beautiful flowers before but the fact that this one came from him, it made it seem all the more pretty. Wondering where on earth it had come from, she accepted his second gift (she really should give him something in return) and placed it absently into a nearby vase. She would move it later into a vase of it's own; currently it's beauty was overshadowed by the bouquet that accompanied it. Later though; she could deal with that later.

Turning back to the intoxicating Tapou Pine, Ana's fear, much to her disappointment, appeared once again. Traitorous thoughts began to form, and Ana found herself wanting to run. Which was ridiculous; this was her home. Dread was building up inside her, and as much as she tried she couldn't quench it away. Suddenly nervous Ana entered the kitchen; it was attached to the enormous living room, there were no walls separating them, and shakily poured herself a glass of water. Gulping it down, almost choking, she accidentally spilled some on herself. "Shoot," she muttered placing the glass down. It wouldn't have bothered her so much if she were alone, but God knew she wasn't alone.

Cheeks burning Ana faced Tapou and strangely felt like apologizing. First her parents, and now this. "I have to ... um ... go change, I guess." She gestured down at the surprisingly big (she hadn't spilled that much, had she?) wet spot that spread across her chest. "I'm sorry." A stray thought suddenly occurred to her; what would it feel like to be the one to kiss him? To be the one to make the first move? Dismissing this, Ana slowly made her way to her room, keeping her eyes lowered as she passed by Tapou.

[Irmó]

OOC: Heh. Now it's my turn to inflict mental pain on Tapou. *cheers* ...I'm a very bad person

Tapou's eyes flashed a worried brown once more. He didn't recall having done anything wrong; surely he hadn't upset her with the magic trick - what's wrong with a magic trick? Perhaps he shouldn't have kissed her - but no, she had seemed to enjoy it at least slightly... What if she hadn't? Now that he thought about it, it was entirely possible that she had never liked him at all, and had just been pretending to make him feel bad. He swore mentally, but made sure no sign of it crossed into reality. He had made a total fool of himself and probably embarrassed Ana as well. He gritted his teeth together. This was always how it worked. He would finally think he had found someone actually interested in him, whether a friend or of a more intimate nature, and would then find out it was just out of sympathy. What sympathy did he need? He was going to do great things, be renowned through Panem as one of the most famous stylists in the world!

For the first time in his life, his imaginings of times to come did nothing to calm him. He sank into a chair heavily, his eyes melting into blue. He did not cry, but he felt as if he wanted to. D*** it, what had he done wrong? And yet... perhaps he was just overreacting, he thought with hope. Perhaps she had honestly just spilled on accident and needed to go away to change. Besides, even if she was just toying with him he didn't care. He wanted to be close to her whatever the relationship was. He sighed, wondering if that was what this had come to. Would he just hang around as a slave, attending on her every wish? It didn't sound that bad, he mused...

He sincerely hoped that when she returned she would do something that would assure him that she was interested, that she did care. But at the moment, sitting in a chair with his head hung and his eyes sapphire, gazing at the wall ornaments in gloom, it didn't seem likely.

OOC: Well, that was fun!

[Nicola]

OCC - I have decided to stop torturing Ana for now, but I honestly have no idea where to take this. Ah well, we'll figure it out.


Ana shut the bedroom door behind her gingerly, not wanting to make too much noise. The atmosphere was already tense. And it was her fault. She was driving him away with her weird behavior when all she wanted was to get closer. She knew that's what she wanted, but her conscience was refusing her her joy. It was telling her that this was going too fast; that she had to slow down. But were was the fun in that? The speed of this relationship was what made it exciting. Her heart had never beat so fast in all her life compared to the last half-hour. The adrenaline rush was amazing; so was Tapou. Why should she have to give them up just because logic told her to? It was quite clear to her that Tapou wanted this too; if he didn't then why follow her home? Ana's mind gave her many answers to this; none of them encouraging. But she forced herself to not care. If this ... he was just some cruel joke to publicly embarrass her, well then, she would just have to deal with it. She was not just going to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity steal away. Even if that meant getting hurt in the process.

She had no idea where this sudden stubborn streak came from, but Ana was glad it was there. Once her mind was set on something, she had a hard time trying to convince herself otherwise. And in this situation it was an entirely great thing. Walking over to her walk-in-wardrobe, Ana debated for a moment on what to where. She could put on something provocative; she was already giddy from the thought, but would that seem too much? What she had been wearing wasn't sexy at all, but Tapou hadn't cared much. After a few minutes she picked a black, frilly thing; not too showing, but not boring either. She put it on quickly, and gave her red locks a quick brush. Then taking a deep breath walked to the door, then something caught her eye. Lying on her dresser was a ring, the ring she had told him of; the one that looked similar to his one. Looking at it now, sitting perfectly on her finger, Ana compared the two. And came to the conclusion that his one was far prettier. But it wouldn't hurt to show it to him.

Picking it up Ana ventured to the door, thoughts racing through her mind. What would she say to him? Would she confess to how he made her feel? Would she say that she never wanted to be apart from him? Would she ask him if he believed in love at first sight? Thoughts jumbled, she opened the door and saw him sitting there; on the chair she had sat on so many times. And she couldn't deny as to how perfect he looked. He fitted into her home so well, and Ana knew that when he left the apartment would feel empty without him. And yet she couldn't agree that it was a mistake to bring him here. For the few moments that he had been here, her lonely apartment had felt more like a home. How would she ever let him leave? Totally distracted from her previous trail of thought, Ana looked at his eyes which were strangely brown. Was that good or bad? She had preferred when they were scarlett. Just the reminder sent chills down her back. So instead of all the others things she had thought of saying Ana blurted out something completely different.

"What does red mean?"

[Irmó]

OOC: Ah, interesting. Oh, and what's with the ugly person in your sig? Why on earth is Ana willing to stand next to her?
Tapou stood up as she came out of the door, wondering what she would say and what he would say. Then he saw what she was wearing. Boring was definitely not a word for it. Well, she could just be taunting him, but it seemed unlikely... No, now he was being foolish. Either she did or she didn't; he had already decided that it didn't matter.

Yeah right.

Tapou winced at the next question. He knew what it meant, all right, but that hardly meant that she did. He now realized that the eye thing had been stupid; that he instead should have gotten to choose the color. As it was, they currently stood as a key to all his emotions. Well, this was going to be awkward. His eyes were already turning a slight pink, along with the tips of his ears. He could lie, of course. But what was the point in that? If he lied to her he would be making everything false. For that matter, he realized, it could be a test. It was entirely possible she was already familiar with his geneticist's mood rings and was just testing him to see if he would lie. So lying was out. Or, indeed, maybe she really didn't like him and was just embarrassing him to - no, no thinking like that. Well, nothing for it.

"Ah, well, pink is embarrassment, you've probably figured that one out. That's partly why I try to stay so in control of things. Pink eyes are a torture that should not be visited upon mankind." He realized he was avoiding the question. "Erm, well, with red it depends on the hue. A more bright red is, um," the current state of my ears and cheeks, he added mentally, "you know ... lust. The brighter it is, the more so. Just sorta reddish is 'Oh, she looks attractive.' And hot red is... Yeah." There now he had gotten that over with... no, wait, he hadn't. Oh dear, he had forgotten to mention what deep red meant. He could hope she didn't notice, but that sort of counted as a lie as well. "And then there's deep red. It's, um, the flipside of the coin. You know, like the rose. Look," he said, changing the subject, "you may or may not have noticed that this topic is extremely awkward. Any other color is fine. Can we just not talk about red?"

He paused, realizing he had completely humiliated himself. Well, what was he going to talk about now... He looked at her, trying to find a topic of conversation. Ah. Yes. That was definitely one. How could he say it so as to convey that he didn't care too much, but still that it was... somewhere above average. Hmm. "You look incredible," he said before he could stop himself. He really wasn't very good at this, was he? "Your hair..." He reached out and stroked it once more. "You look extraordinary. You really do."

[Nicola]

OCC - She is not ugly. I thought the picture of her was nice, but I''ll change it if it's that bad. =.=


Despite herself Ana felt a smile adorn her lips as Tapou explained himself. The topic may be embarrassing for him, but it was making her feel better. Of course he could be lying, but what he was saying made sense. She recalled when they first met, which felt like years ago; his eyes were a delicious hue of crimson. They were the reason he caught her attention, and to now know that they were indicators as to how he felt ... it made Ana slightly crazy. She wished they would return to red, not lust because she knew what that meant, but also because it made Tapou look even more ... perfect. It was hard to find a word to describe him. She felt like she owed him so much. And she could hardly care that they knew barely anything about each other; when she looked in his eyes Ana felt complete, like she'd found her missing piece. So it wasn't surprising that she found him brilliant in every way. Realization hit her as she acknowledged that she would never let him leave. She would never let herself feel that pain. He was hers, whether he liked it or not.

As he gently brushed her hair, Ana could hardly breathe. And she didn't mind if she never breathed again, as long as she could be with him; to look into those magnificent eyes, to touch his soft, perfect skin. The urge to kiss him, hold him, was stronger than the instinctual need to breathe; Ana could do nothing but give in. "Oh Tapou...," she sighed, smiling, then crushed herself against him. Attacking him with her kisses, Ana wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, dropping the ring from her grasp to the floor. Her fingers became knotted in his hair, his soft, beautiful hair; she never wanted this to stop. Please God don't let this stop.

OCC - Yesh I know it's short, but it's dinnertime. Mother beckons. T_T

[Irmó]

Oh.
Hmm.
Well, that was unexpected.
Perhaps a sentence with more than five hmmmmm.
Nope, guess not.
Tapou felt his brain gradually dissolving, said "So much for that"inwardly, and focused again on kissing Ana. It was an entirely different experience, being kissed rather than kissing. Not that he wasn't kissing her. It was just that she had started hmmmm. He felt every individual part of his body light on fire and blaze straight up through his spine, bypassing his brain entirely and going straight to his mouth, which was otherwise occupied. Hmmm. He pulled her as close as she could be to him, smelling her and feeling her and tasting her, the exquisite delight of her lips. Oh, but she was incredible. He knew he should probably breathe soon but couldn't stand the thought of ending it. Regrettably, he ended the kiss for a moment, catching his breathe and staring into her beautiful eyes. Ran a finger trailing along her cheek, the tip tingling with a feeling that gave him no choice but to kiss her again, with sch passion that it made his head spin. He pressed his lips against hers and suddenly he lost all control over his body, and he was kissing her and breaking and kissing again, a chaotic and body-shaking nonstop kiss that felt as if he were kissing her with his whole body, running his hands along her shoulders and her back and her stomachs and her breasts and feeling every part of her, losing himself in a whirlwind of emotions and senses and feelings that he knew he could not vocalize.

Fortunately, his mouth had better ways of expressing itself.

He loved the way her skin felt, so smooth and yet with a slight roughnesss that drove him insane, kissing her and feeling her and oh, look, they were in her room. When had that happened? Never mind that. He drew her down to the bed, not asking for anything more but loving the way she looked lying down, perfectly balanced, symetrical in a way he could not begin to explain. She was perfection, and he was on fire and feeling her mouth with his tongue and totally losing himself in her.

He broke off for a moment. "This is crazy," he murmured. "How can I be so in love with you when I've just met you?" He stopped, realizing what he had said. He gazed into her color-flecked eyes, and wondered what she would do. Of course, he hadn't stopped caressing her, which was probably a bad idea all things considered. Not that he cared. He forced himself to stop and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I... He realized what a fool he had made of himself. Silently, he picked himself up and walked out of the room. When he could no longer see her he began running, running because he knew that if he turned back he would not be able to stop himself. He felt like Orpheus.

He dared not look back.


OOC: Hallo, came back just in time to torture Tapou. Hurrah!

[Nicola]

OCC - I had all but given up on you coming back Irmó, and then I just happen to return today out of a nagging curiosity that maybe, just maybe, you've returned to reply and then I see that you have ... but like a month ago. T_T Crap.



Tears stung Ana's emerald eyes as she lay breathlessly on her bed. Never had she felt such agonizing pain before. It was as if her flesh had been ripped away from her bones and every nerve ending in her body had been thus severed. It took a moment for her to register that the horrible broken sobs that echoed in the empty room belonged to her. A searing ache took hold of her and filled her with an unbearable sadness, anger and feeling of rejection. She felt so terribly alone and naked, and she knew it wasn't because most of her clothes laid scattered on the lush carpet. Through all of this confusion only one thought resounded again and again.

Why did he leave?

After what seemed like forever the tears finally slowed to a trickle, until they stopped completely. But that didn't stop the pain. She was faintly aware of the dampness on the bed sheets that surrounded her, but she could hardly bring herself to care. A steaming flash of pure fury swept through her; and why should she care? Her heart had just been stolen, leaving nothing but anguish and pain, and she was worrying about the tear-sodden bed sheets? A harsh laugh escaped her throat and she stood, grasping the clothes from the floor. For the first time in her life she put them on not caring what they looked like. She even ignored the tiny rips that exposed bits of her pale skin. They didn't matter. Nothing did. Not anymore.

Why did he leave?

Ana fell to the floor as her knees stopped working. How she hated the effect he had on her. How could the thought of him bring such pain when only moments ... or hours ... of whatever stretch of time had passed since his sudden departure ... ago they had brought such fire-driven desires? Everywhere he had caressed her body still burned with this fire. There would be no way in hell that she could ever forget him. And it seemed that he had felt the same way ... He had even said he loved her! Words couldn't express how joyously happy that had made her feel. And she knew at once that she felt the same, if not more. Ana had been totally lost in him, but she knew that much. The need to be held by him right now hurt her more than his infuriating departure. Why did he do this to her? Why would he crush what was soon to become something magical and intoxicating?

Why did he leave?

Ana stood, filled with a sudden determination, and rushed out of the apartment. She had no idea why Tapou had left but she was as sure as hell going to find out. No one made Ana Faye feel the way he made her feel and get away it.