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"I don't know what I'm even bothering with you damnit!" Before Rory was able to look away from Azraele’s pained expression she found herself pushed back against the wall as Azraele’s body pressed up against her. Her body slammed into the wall behind them, but it made the softness pressing against her all the more intense. Azraele’s strong arms found themselves clutching her waist before releasing one to lay against the wall for balance. Rory opened her legs to wrap them around her holder and contentedly wound her arms around her neck. While all that was happening Azraele’s mouth pressed to hers and she let out a joyous moan as she opened her own mouth and let her tongue glide out to meet Rory’s.
Rory's hips found a rhythm as they grinded themselves against Azraele's ridged abdomen while her own arms rested on Azraele's shoulders, hands sliding over her open neck. Her hands pulled and tugged at the brunette’s clipped-up hair until it came free allowing Rory to revel in the sensations of running her fingers through the sleek wavy locks. She dug her hands into Azraele’s hair and pulled her harder against her mouth. That caused Azraele to moan as she kissed Rory, and Rory swore she could feel it fill her chest. A sensation that left her breathless, but she found she did not care. She was in a place beyond concerns. Her entire universe was pressed to her chest, holding her tight, kissing her, touching her. Azraele’s one true love was pinned against the wall, with no means of escape, and Rory reveled in the fact that it was really her. Rory was pressing back so hard that she seemed to be climbing the slightly taller form holding her. The fingers that had been running through the silken mane slipped lower and found Azraele’s collar.
They pulled and tugged, trying to tear the barrier to the flesh underneath, but the material continued to confound her. Then she felt one hand grip her firmly while the other one reached up to Rory's. They switched sides, leaving Azraele the one pinned and Rory harshly kissed her again till they let go, breathing heavily. Azraele’s fingers brushed lightly against Rory’s lips for a fraction of second and marveled at the softness. Rory’s eyes emitted a strange-lit look and she tried to pry the annoying shirt off Azraele. She was blind in this, seeing as she just couldn’t keep her lips off Azraele’s for a second. But then found the metal clasp she was not willing to bother looking for. Silently it was released, and as the fabric parted any sound it may have made was lost in the satisfied growl made by Rory. At this point the part of her that was still in shock had decided it was a mistake to deny herself this passion and had finally, perhaps for the first time truly let her emotions for Azraele run free. A low moan emitted from her throat as she tugged the garment to rest at Azraele's waist. An action that caused her to feel the hands of her lover cradle her head, the action causing Rory to look up as she purred and reveled in the touch and taste of her tongue.
Looking up she met the face of her lover. Those infinitely brown eyes met the fire in Rory's and returned it. The smile that curved the full lips was both welcoming and challenging. Rory then turned her head and kissed the inside of Azraele’s neck, a kiss that was tender, but insistent. She bit softly then whispered deeply.
"Mine."
The returning whisper was ragged with desire.
"Yours."
Her tongue trailed around the bite mark and straightened it, then laying a swift kiss as she heard Azraele’s shuddering breath. "Mine."
"Yours."
Yet as she heard the reply she felt the not so fully satisfied hand grip her hair with surprising might and pull her head back to meet Azraele's eyes.
"Mine!"
A feral smile crossed the features of Rory.
"Yours."
There was no resistance as the hands tore open the fastenings of her jacket.
It slid down to the floor and Rory angrily kicked it away. Azraele swiftly dug her hands into Rory’s light-brown hair and nibbled on her lower lip. This gave her time to take her proper place, on top of Rory against the wall. Rory already had her arms stretched well above her as the same hands yanked her own shirt free from her trousers and up over her head. The article of clothing followed a similar flight path to the jacket that preceded it. Her basic black bra did not manage as well, Azraele found that she did not have the patience to unfasten the garment but finally did when her lips left Rory’s, though it did join the growing pile of clothing. Azraele ran her nails down Rory’s ribs and the woman shivered in delight. Shivering that stopped abruptly as Torres latched her mouth onto one of the slightly erect nipples before her, and Rory went rigid. When the sucking motion was varied with kisses, licks and the soft scraping of teeth Rory’s body loosened and a long breath of a moan rattled through her.
Shaky hands rested on each side of Azraele’s head and caressed her cheeks and neck, while fighting to keeping Azraele’s mouth to her breast. Even as she continued to please the nipple she smiled around it while she took one of her free hands to capture the other breast and use her fingers to mimic the actions of her mouth. That caused Azraele to whimper and arch into her touch. While Rory’s hand tried to keep her head immobile Azraele pulled back and stared into Rory’s eyes, then wordlessly Azraele dropped to her knees. Azraele's head flopped back and stared at the hazel eyes of her beautiful flushed love asked permission with her eyes. After getting a genuine smile and nod, she found Rory had slid down to the floor, keeping her hands to her sides. Tugging at the form fitting fabric she got it to Rory’s knees and off through her leg. She positioned herself to level herself with Rory she got on all fours. Rory slid down further till she was laying flat on the floor, her knees raised. Azraele softly nuzzled the soft thatch of blonde hair at the juncture of those delightfully long, tone legs.
Hearing the ragged panting Azraele looked up but kept her cheek to the curls of spun gold. Her hair now free it dangled over Azraele's face as she looked down at what she was aching to taste. Azraele craned her neck to put her mouth to the inflamed tissues underneath. Rory’s legs gave out as she shrieked. All of the hormones pumping through Rory's system included adrenaline and she was able to push her back against the floor and held herself up with out ever breaking contact. Now that Rory was braced Azraele became more insistent. Letting her swift tongue press on the lips, and then using the tip to spread them apart and slide her tongue between them.
The clear liquid essence of Rory’s ecstasy covered Azraele’s lips and she reveled in it. Concentrating on the lips and surrounds, but also breaking to kiss, suck and even nip at the hardened nub. Rory seemed as frantic as Azraele was, grinding her hips against Azraele’s face, her body knowing what it needed to find release, and Azraele did not deny it to her. Her mouth concentrated on the nub with an unrelenting intensity. Not giving release, but demanding it, and Azraele complied. She let her tongue slide lower till it was fully underneath her and carefully prodded the flesh inside. She slid the tongue over and sucked on the nub before going lower once more. A howl burst from Rory’s lips and her body started to spasm. Azraele broke contact and licked the sweet liquid off her lips, but if Rory noticed she did not seem to care as she gratefully latched onto the arms that pulled her close. Even as aftershocks shook Rory like small volts of electricity she rested her face to the black undershirt Azraele was wearing.
When her senses started to return she looked deeply into the brown eyes regarding her with a desire to claim her as her own, and a protectiveness to take care of what belonged to her and protect it from all who dared interfere. It was already an effort to keep her head up in the exhausting aftermath of passion and Azraele happily laid back her head and exposed her cheek. At first a kiss tender and warm, then the firm texture of teeth. A source of strength previously unknown to her allowed her to reach up and hold the head of her mate as the teeth pressed harder. It also kept her reaction to a sharp hiss of an intake of breath as the teeth broke the skin. The mouth pulled away and a tender tongue seemed to lap at the wound to clean away the blood.
Rory then sat up and urged Azraele up with her. The two women simply stared at each other, Rory's wide smile being answered with a shy one of Azraele's. Rory reached out and put her hand behind Azraele's head and pulled her into a kiss, one that was deep and passionate, but also soothing, a testament to their passion instead of a continuation of it. Azraele then looked deeply into the soft, trusting eyes of her Rory.
"Do you love me?"
The momentary confusion left Rory’s eyes as they softened and she nodded.
“Yes.”
NOTICE: This was written by me, and may not be spread around without my permission. This was written for a wonderful girl I find myself to be falling for, enjoy it fucker ;)
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"I don't know what I'm even bothering with you damnit!" Before Rory was able to look away from Azraele’s pained expression she found herself pushed back against the wall as Azraele’s body pressed up against her. Her body slammed into the wall behind them, but it made the softness pressing against her all the more intense. Azraele’s strong arms found themselves clutching her waist before releasing one to lay against the wall for balance. Rory opened her legs to wrap them around her holder and contentedly wound her arms around her neck. While all that was happening Azraele’s mouth pressed to hers and she let out a joyous moan as she opened her own mouth and let her tongue glide out to meet Rory’s.
Rory's hips found a rhythm as they grinded themselves against Azraele's ridged abdomen while her own arms rested on Azraele's shoulders, hands sliding over her open neck. Her hands pulled and tugged at the brunette’s clipped-up hair until it came free allowing Rory to revel in the sensations of running her fingers through the sleek wavy locks. She dug her hands into Azraele’s hair and pulled her harder against her mouth. That caused Azraele to moan as she kissed Rory, and Rory swore she could feel it fill her chest. A sensation that left her breathless, but she found she did not care. She was in a place beyond concerns. Her entire universe was pressed to her chest, holding her tight, kissing her, touching her. Azraele’s one true love was pinned against the wall, with no means of escape, and Rory reveled in the fact that it was really her. Rory was pressing back so hard that she seemed to be climbing the slightly taller form holding her. The fingers that had been running through the silken mane slipped lower and found Azraele’s collar.
They pulled and tugged, trying to tear the barrier to the flesh underneath, but the material continued to confound her. Then she felt one hand grip her firmly while the other one reached up to Rory's. They switched sides, leaving Azraele the one pinned and Rory harshly kissed her again till they let go, breathing heavily. Azraele’s fingers brushed lightly against Rory’s lips for a fraction of second and marveled at the softness. Rory’s eyes emitted a strange-lit look and she tried to pry the annoying shirt off Azraele. She was blind in this, seeing as she just couldn’t keep her lips off Azraele’s for a second. But then found the metal clasp she was not willing to bother looking for. Silently it was released, and as the fabric parted any sound it may have made was lost in the satisfied growl made by Rory. At this point the part of her that was still in shock had decided it was a mistake to deny herself this passion and had finally, perhaps for the first time truly let her emotions for Azraele run free. A low moan emitted from her throat as she tugged the garment to rest at Azraele's waist. An action that caused her to feel the hands of her lover cradle her head, the action causing Rory to look up as she purred and reveled in the touch and taste of her tongue.
Looking up she met the face of her lover. Those infinitely brown eyes met the fire in Rory's and returned it. The smile that curved the full lips was both welcoming and challenging. Rory then turned her head and kissed the inside of Azraele’s neck, a kiss that was tender, but insistent. She bit softly then whispered deeply.
"Mine."
The returning whisper was ragged with desire.
"Yours."
Her tongue trailed around the bite mark and straightened it, then laying a swift kiss as she heard Azraele’s shuddering breath. "Mine."
"Yours."
Yet as she heard the reply she felt the not so fully satisfied hand grip her hair with surprising might and pull her head back to meet Azraele's eyes.
"Mine!"
A feral smile crossed the features of Rory.
"Yours."
There was no resistance as the hands tore open the fastenings of her jacket.
It slid down to the floor and Rory angrily kicked it away. Azraele swiftly dug her hands into Rory’s light-brown hair and nibbled on her lower lip. This gave her time to take her proper place, on top of Rory against the wall. Rory already had her arms stretched well above her as the same hands yanked her own shirt free from her trousers and up over her head. The article of clothing followed a similar flight path to the jacket that preceded it. Her basic black bra did not manage as well, Azraele found that she did not have the patience to unfasten the garment but finally did when her lips left Rory’s, though it did join the growing pile of clothing. Azraele ran her nails down Rory’s ribs and the woman shivered in delight. Shivering that stopped abruptly as Torres latched her mouth onto one of the slightly erect nipples before her, and Rory went rigid. When the sucking motion was varied with kisses, licks and the soft scraping of teeth Rory’s body loosened and a long breath of a moan rattled through her.
Shaky hands rested on each side of Azraele’s head and caressed her cheeks and neck, while fighting to keeping Azraele’s mouth to her breast. Even as she continued to please the nipple she smiled around it while she took one of her free hands to capture the other breast and use her fingers to mimic the actions of her mouth. That caused Azraele to whimper and arch into her touch. While Rory’s hand tried to keep her head immobile Azraele pulled back and stared into Rory’s eyes, then wordlessly Azraele dropped to her knees. Azraele's head flopped back and stared at the hazel eyes of her beautiful flushed love asked permission with her eyes. After getting a genuine smile and nod, she found Rory had slid down to the floor, keeping her hands to her sides. Tugging at the form fitting fabric she got it to Rory’s knees and off through her leg. She positioned herself to level herself with Rory she got on all fours. Rory slid down further till she was laying flat on the floor, her knees raised. Azraele softly nuzzled the soft thatch of blonde hair at the juncture of those delightfully long, tone legs.
Hearing the ragged panting Azraele looked up but kept her cheek to the curls of spun gold. Her hair now free it dangled over Azraele's face as she looked down at what she was aching to taste. Azraele craned her neck to put her mouth to the inflamed tissues underneath. Rory’s legs gave out as she shrieked. All of the hormones pumping through Rory's system included adrenaline and she was able to push her back against the floor and held herself up with out ever breaking contact. Now that Rory was braced Azraele became more insistent. Letting her swift tongue press on the lips, and then using the tip to spread them apart and slide her tongue between them.
The clear liquid essence of Rory’s ecstasy covered Azraele’s lips and she reveled in it. Concentrating on the lips and surrounds, but also breaking to kiss, suck and even nip at the hardened nub. Rory seemed as frantic as Azraele was, grinding her hips against Azraele’s face, her body knowing what it needed to find release, and Azraele did not deny it to her. Her mouth concentrated on the nub with an unrelenting intensity. Not giving release, but demanding it, and Azraele complied. She let her tongue slide lower till it was fully underneath her and carefully prodded the flesh inside. She slid the tongue over and sucked on the nub before going lower once more. A howl burst from Rory’s lips and her body started to spasm. Azraele broke contact and licked the sweet liquid off her lips, but if Rory noticed she did not seem to care as she gratefully latched onto the arms that pulled her close. Even as aftershocks shook Rory like small volts of electricity she rested her face to the black undershirt Azraele was wearing.
When her senses started to return she looked deeply into the brown eyes regarding her with a desire to claim her as her own, and a protectiveness to take care of what belonged to her and protect it from all who dared interfere. It was already an effort to keep her head up in the exhausting aftermath of passion and Azraele happily laid back her head and exposed her cheek. At first a kiss tender and warm, then the firm texture of teeth. A source of strength previously unknown to her allowed her to reach up and hold the head of her mate as the teeth pressed harder. It also kept her reaction to a sharp hiss of an intake of breath as the teeth broke the skin. The mouth pulled away and a tender tongue seemed to lap at the wound to clean away the blood.
Rory then sat up and urged Azraele up with her. The two women simply stared at each other, Rory's wide smile being answered with a shy one of Azraele's. Rory reached out and put her hand behind Azraele's head and pulled her into a kiss, one that was deep and passionate, but also soothing, a testament to their passion instead of a continuation of it. Azraele then looked deeply into the soft, trusting eyes of her Rory.
"Do you love me?"
The momentary confusion left Rory’s eyes as they softened and she nodded.
“Yes.”