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Post by Kelathi on May 29, 2019 14:17:02 GMT
Finding themselves in a compromising position would warrant the response of pulling themselves away as quickly as possible. Or, at least, that’s what she might have expected, especially considering everything that had happened between them up to this point. Instead, upon landing practically in his lap, their faces close and bodies’ touching- her mind had completely blanked and they had both paused for a second, seemingly to recollect their respective scattered thoughts. Then he had kissed her and any intention of pulling away or acting rationally had left her mind immediately, her body responding eagerly to his touch, as she was flooded with emotions she had tried so hard to repress. Needing no further encouragement, she pushed into the kiss, clearly welcoming it. For a strange, heady moment she had the sense as if no time had passed at all since they had last found themselves like this, back when they were still in love and still needed each other.
When their lips finally parted, Rhea took the moment to take a steadying breath and open her eyes, which had automatically closed in the heat of the moment. The look on his face gave her reason for pause as she studied his eyes, searchingly; it was not often he showed such emotion so openly, so quick he was normally to put up a mask of indifference. But then she was moving in, it was her turn to initiate, tilting his chin slightly with a brush of her fingertips, she angled his face up to hers as their lips met again. It was gentler than the initial kiss had been, and seemed to speak volumes. If he had been questioning as to whether they should continue, she was making it clear in that moment that there would be no argument from her.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jun 2, 2019 21:22:15 GMT
The way Rhea’s fingers brushed against his chin seemed to ignite his skin, Ciaran silently obeying her touch and welcoming her push into him. All of his reasons for pushing her away, all his reasons that tried to keep her safe, escaped him now, only able to think about how much he had missed her. Not about how he had hurt her, not about how much it had hurt to leave her.
Finally, they came out of the kiss for air, Ciaran’s breath almost a pant, his heart hammering in his chest. But Rhea seemed to finally be coming out of the moment, and began to pull away. Ciaran’s gaze shifted as he watched her, but his next action was only explainable by two things; alcohol, and regret.
Any other time Rhea tried to pull away, Ciaran would let her, even if he didn’t want to. This was the first time his arms came around quickly to pull her back down to him, a needy rush that ended with his burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“Stay,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Please.”
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Post by Kelathi on Jun 2, 2019 23:41:09 GMT
A whiff of alcohol. That, had been enough to break the spell.
Although her body was responding eagerly to each maddening touch, and with the lingering taste of his lips she found herself silently crying out for more- she was suddenly starkly reminded of just how drunk he was, much more so than she. And with that reminder laying heavy at the forefront of her mind, it now felt… wrong. He was in no fit state to be making decisions, and despite wanting to take it further, to give in to the urge to melt into his embrace and just damn it all, Rhea did not want him to awake tomorrow with only regret in his heart. If they were going to do this, to go to that familiar territory again after all this time, she wanted to be sure that he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was riding on more than just drink-addled, heat-of-the-moment lust. As much as it pained her to pull away, she knew she must.
But as she began to do so, he had suddenly pulled her in close, desperately, hiding his face against the warm flesh of her neck. The action seemed to strike her dumb, eyes widening upon seeing such a clear display of vulnerability, unbeknownst to him. But after a moment, her suddenly stiffened form relaxed, and she let herself be pulled in, wrapping an arm around him and resting against him as they sank together into the sofa. “I’ll stay.” She whispered, bringing a hand up to run her fingers gently through his hair, remembering with a fondness all the times she had done so in the past. At times he would swat her away, but at others, when he was too tired to argue and pretend that he did not find the motion soothing, she would be free to do so as they lay together, just as they were now. “For as long as you want me to.”
And now it all felt right again, their bodies pressed close together once more. She found herself praying that morning would come slow, for with that would come the inevitable regret and embarrassment. But for now, there was bliss, and she wanted to lie in the fog of it for as long as she could.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jun 3, 2019 0:40:10 GMT
While Ciaran began to relax under Rhea’s weight, with her promise to stay and her fingers running through his hair as she used to, he still held her close, firm, almost as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. It was difficult to say how long they stayed that way before he had fallen asleep, but his grip didn’t loosen even after he had passed out.
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The best sleep he had had in months, and it ended with a throb. This was how Ciaran finally woke, lying warm on the sofa rather than cold, with a sense of peace he’d been missing. At least until the headache kicked in, almost taunting him. He groaned, pained, as a hand moved from his back to his forehead, rubbing his eyes against the light.
Wait…
His back? No… her back. Her? Who her?
It was down to the hangover that it took him so long to answer that last question, his eyes slitting open to stare at the ceiling in confusion until he came to the answer. Her scent, her form… he recognized it, even if it took his brain longer to connect the memories.
Rhea.
“Fuck.”
The word was said softly, aimed solely in irritation at himself. How did he let it get this far? WHY would he let Rhea back in? He’d only hurt her pushing her away again… and honestly, the way she felt against him… he wasn’t sure he’d be able to push her away again. Even for her own sake.
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Post by Kelathi on Jul 20, 2019 23:44:23 GMT
How they had managed to sleep so soundly, with Ciaran’s unrelenting grip and on a coach that was never designed to be treated as a bed, would be beyond her when she awoke- but sleep soundly, they had indeed. In fact she would be hard-pressed to remember when she had slept so well, although further thought would probably reveal that it was when she and Ciaran had still been together…
She must have subconsciously sensed the stiffness in his form, or noticed a change in the rhythm of his breathing, for it was not long after Ciaran had awoken that Rhea began to, too. She stirred in his arms, her movement no longer so restricted with Ciaran moving his hand to his face. At some point in the night, they had settled down into a more comfortable position, so now, she was on top of him, their bodies pressed close and her head resting on his chest. The sound of his drumming heart began to rouse her further, eyes fluttering in her sleep, her body reluctant to awaken fully considering how comfortable she was.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Aug 21, 2019 0:53:11 GMT
There were two things that kept Ciaran from pushing Rhea off of him as she began to stir. First, no matter what Rhea wanted to do physically, Ciaran almost never argued it with her, even if it meant awkward cuddling. Secondly, his head was still throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand at all, or if he’d fall on top of her in the attempt.
What got him to finally move was the memory of why he’d left in the first place, and so with a barely restrained groan of pain, he started lifting Rhea up to lean against the sofa, intending to sit up and pull away before she could awaken fully. The problem was, as soon as he started to move his head, he was reminded of just how much he drank, in an attempt to become vulnerable. It was a considerable amount beyond his usual, and he wasn’t at all prepared to handle the consequences of surviving it.
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Post by Kelathi on Sept 15, 2019 23:04:28 GMT
Rhea’s body was like a dead weight, unwilling to be moved and proving even more reluctant to be woken up. Even so, she began to stir again as Ciaran slowly sat up, and this time when her eyelids fluttered they remained open, lidded as she blearily looked out at the world, but soon widening as the memories flooded all too quickly back. Suddenly, she pulled back, acting more awake than she felt in her effort to push herself away from him. When their eyes met, she looked perhaps as about embarrassed as Ciaran felt, and she moved without delay, standing up even as the floor seemed to dip a little queasily in response. She grasped onto the back of the sofa to retain her balance, the desire to leave overtaken by the sudden urge to expel the contents of her stomach. She hadn’t drunk much the night before, but she wasn’t a drinker, so as usual, despite having little to drink she was still not spared a hangover- as her tolerance to alcohol was pretty much none-existent. She paused, seemed about to say something… then held her hand over her mouth, closing her eyes for a moment as she concentrated on keeping everything that wanted to come up, down. “Bathroom?” She breathed, with some urgency.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 27, 2019 0:47:00 GMT
Rhea jumped back quickly, looking embarrassed before suddenly turning green. He gestured towards the corner where the bathroom was, and watched her as she disappeared into it, trying very hard to control his own reaction.
His head was throbbing; most hangovers, that was all he suffered, to Rhea’s frequent dismay. But watching her suddenly grow ill, and thinking about the bathroom… he finally sat up, slowly, elbows on knees as he held his face in his hands, trying very, very, very hard to ignore any noises and just keep what was in his stomach in his stomach.
Instead of thinking about the sounds coming from the bathroom, Ciaran tried to piece together the night before, as much as it hurt. It at least grounded him to do so. He’d been drinking to oblivion, then… Rhea had found him, but wasn’t she with someone else? No, he was with someone else… who? Honestly, the only reason he knew Rhea had been there was because she was there that morning.
Which she shouldn’t have been. Why was she there? Did she follow him home? No… he had taken her. Why?
WHY?! After so much effort in leaving, creating as clean a break as he could come up with…! The groan that escaped him had nothing to do with the hangover.
... well, perhaps a little.
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