<span style="font-size: 12px">His answer may not have been out right what she had hoped to hear, but she found it settled right within her. His words seemly rang better within her and she gave a small nod to his quiet voice. Though she wanted to laugh at the thought of either of them dying. Only a fool of a human or anyone for that matter could bring down either of their kind, she was sure of that. They were fighters. If things were to have gotten that deadly back at their entrapment, she wouldn't have gone down so easily. His growl rang deep within her, her back arching, causing the lower part of her body to press into him. His hands squeezing her and running up her back caused her body to explode in a tingling sensation. How was he making her feel this way?<br/>
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A soft sigh escaped her parted lips as his fingers brushed beneath her leather top, his hands felt far warmer. As her stomach was exposed to his warm skin she tilted her head, eyes watching him before they closed in a pleasant feeling. He was so warm to the touch, she wanted to be wrapped up within him. The cool rain that was beading down her body didn't leave her with a chill, not when his skin and touch filled her with a warmth. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Then I will promise you the same." </span>Analee whispered opening her eyes again as she looked to him. Her head leaned in and she kissed him, as if to seal the promise between them. It was then her own lips heated before cooling as she pulled them away. <br/>
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His lips brushed her cheek and she felt goosebumps rise along her body as her ear was gently bit on. At his request, she heard that challenge in his tone and a grin started to curl along her lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "I'm sorry, I forgot my skirt."</span> She teased as she glanced up watching as his own wings pulled back and were gone. She had wondered the same when she was younger. Where do ones wings go when their not showing? She was told they were always there, ready for flight, just out of sight...presence...another plane waiting. Analee never understood the meaning, she summed it up to some other magic that lingered inside her, something that must have to an extent lingered in Kara's kind as well. Maybe their kinds really weren't that different.<br/>
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Her own wings flared out for a moment, a strong flutter as stray droplets of water beaded off them. She then tucked them back in, a light shine of a linger materializing over them before they seemed to just go away. She felt his hands lower on her back, his expression only giving her more of a reason not to back away from his challenge. Plus since when did Analee every back down from a challenge? Her arms moved, unwrapping from holding him, her legs still wrapped around his waist to keep her in place. Her thighs squeezed against his waist as she felt his hands draw lower. Her pulse jumped, almost seeming to catch as his sneaky hands found their way beneath the leather bottoms she wore. She couldn't help that quiet laugh come from her, out of nervousness? Maybe, this was a new playground with him. <br/>
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With the leathers having protected her skin from becoming wet, his hands felt even warmer and she drew her lower lip between her teeth. Her hands pulled her top off her body, her rounded breasts becoming un-hidden. The leathers had seemed to give them a smaller look, keeping them pressed against her chest, they gave a bounce as they were freed, the skin a lighter shade then the rest of her body that was use to seeing the rays of the sun. Her wet hair dropped against her now bare back, a quiet moan rumbled in her throat his warm fingers so close to such areas that had only been roughly handled. Her rounded nipples became pointed in the fresh air and she leaned her body up, her bare stomach and chest brushing up against his as he touched her.<br/>
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"Stop giving me that look."</span> She warned, though a grin was on her lips. She pressed her hands against his shoulders, her nails pressing against his skin as she leaned in once more to capture his lips within her own. His hands holding her were causing her pulse to race, her skin tingle, a heat between her legs growing, almost a yearning. If he were to give her the slightest touch nearer he would find out just how aroused he was making her. She pulled her lips away, her body leaning away from the warmth of his as she put a bit of space between them, though she swore she could still feel the heat from his body. Her thighs kept a comfortable press against him, making it so he got a better view of her exposed upper body. Her stomach was tone, sides curving down to her hips, a grin slipped on her lips as she tilted her head back just a tad more. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"I think though, I would pull the skirt thing off better if I had my own."</span> She teased her grin only growing wider. </span>