<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis,<br/>Dorms<br/>Tagged: Sashira</strong><br/><br/>Russell bit back a groan of pleasure as Sashira wiggled on top of him, but managed to focus on her words rather than his hormones. He was surprised to hear that she was sexually inexperienced - the idea of deflowering a virgin succubus definitely sparked his interest - but nodded in understanding of her words. As she stood the blue-eyed youth pushed himself to a sitting position on the bed, watching her pace back and forth. She no longer seemed as aggressive as she had been a moment ago. In fact Sashira appeared unsure of herself.<br/><br/>His decision only took an instant to make. Russell stood and rested his hands on Sashira's bare shoulders, gently but firmly turning her to face him. "It's okay," he said gently. "I've had friends who've been in abusive relationships, and being beaten up for kicks is not the kind of thing I want. But I'm not made of glass either - if your instincts make you get a little wild I'm not going to freak out." He grinned impishly. "Besides, a strong woman who knows what she wants in always attractive. Especially when she's a sexy redhead," he told her, his voice a little huskier than usual. Closing what little distance remained between them Russell let his hands drop to Sashira's sides and nuzzled her cheek. Tilting his head so his lips almost brushed hers he whispered, "As long as you're willing to try to meet me halfway, I'm yours."