<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><del>faded blue Daisy Dukes, top same as picture, sneakers</del><br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 3:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Terran, open<br/><hr/><br/>As he chuckled after asking his question she lightly nipped his flesh, not really even hard enough to leave a mark. She didn't need to vocally respond to his question, her actions answered it just fine, and to the point that he understood exactly how she felt. Every kiss upon his flesh was an 'I love you', 'I need you'. It was her way of spoiling him for only a few seconds with each kiss. The light flicks of her tongue were greater signs of passion. Ways of showing him just how much she needed him at the time, how badly she wanted him, how deeply he was desired.<br/><br/>As he released her hair she couldn't help but smile into her kisses. Terran hated the idea of hurting Christa, really hurting her. Sure they got rough, and pain happens, but to purposely cause her pain, he would sooner die, so when he released her hair she knew without even looking what he was doing. At first she had to watch him, make sure she wasn't boring him but she wasn't. He was using his self control to protect her, even from himself when needed. That was one of the things that she found so unique about their relationship. He loved for her to push the limits. He'd always tell her she couldn't hurt him, and there were numerous times that she would drag her nails along his back because of the pleasure he was drowning her in, and yet, he said nothing. Sometimes it made her wonder if she really couldn't hurt him. Not that she'd want to of course.<br/><br/>Christa glanced up at him as she slid down the bed, sure enough his arms were wrapped over his head, holding onto the pillow beneath it. As she watched him she smiled softly, slowly tracing the tips of her nails up both of his sides, as she lightly blew over his skin before she began kissing along his abs. Taking her time, kissing every bit of him she had access to, making each moment last as long as she could. As she got to his waist she slowly traced her tongue along the front of his body, just along his waist line as her nails continued up and down his sides lightly, just teasing along his flesh.