<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/993313_481209498633488_913675242_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Christa Kendall</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Light<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">ish</span>Witch - Air Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>faded blue Daisy Dukes, top same as picture,<del>sneakers</del><br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 1:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Terran<br/><hr/><br/>Christa closed her eyes as she kissed along Terran's stomach, feeling his fingers tangle in her hair. As he spoke she slowly moved her lips away from his body while she looked up at him. Slowly shaking her head to his question but not speaking a word. Slowly she moved forward again to start kissing once more on his stomach and chest as he pushed her back onto the bed. She had a hungry look in her eyes as she watched him, slowly sliding back on the bed so they wouldn't have to adjust themselves dramatically part way through.<br/><br/>One of Christa's guilty pleasures was being 'punished' by Terran, which worked out quite nicely because he seemed to enjoy punishing her just as much. They had a relationship that some didn't understand, her siblings being among them. Seemed most if not all of the Kendall family enjoyed a bit of bondage, but Christa was the only one who preferred the submissive side of things. Of course she could and would only ever dare submit to Terran, and even then that aspect of their relationship was in the privacy of their home.<br/><br/>As Terran forced Christa to lay back on the bed she smiled, every so slightly, watching him as he lowered his body to hers. Every moment with him was worth a thousand words to her, especially when they had no idea when they could do this again. She had to get in with her brother, she had to get that book back, and the worst part about it all was how much it was going to kill her to be away from Terran. No she wasn't his puppet on a string, she wasn't his dog on a leash. They were lovers, and had been since the first night he returned to Angel Creek.<br/><br/>As he began kissing along her body she laid her head back on the bed, closing her eyes as she lifted her hands from the blanket and gently traced her fingertips along his hips, lightly caressing his skin as she moaned, ever so softly from his touch. Everything he did to her had capabilities of sending her over the edge, this fact was well known to him, that was in fact one reason she believed he enjoyed teasing her as he did.<br/><br/>Slowly she ran her fingertips around to his back, slowly running them up his body as she shifted slightly beneath him, squirming a bit as he traced over her stomach where she was slightly ticklish.