<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>To much thinking, apparently.<br/><hr/>Their lips caressed, lingered and melded as his arms tucked around her, and she found herself enjoying that sensation – his arms around her. It hadn’t been something she always enjoyed – his hands on her – but it wasn’t something she typically enjoyed with<i>anyone</i>. This wasn’t instant; this wasn’t some silly romance novel about soulmates. This was something that grew over time, just like their trust for one another. She knew he was about as trusting as she was, she just took it to different extremes. So as he pulled her in closer, as she felt the heat of his exposed body mingling with her softer, more pliant form she couldn’t help but shudder at the cool chill that darted up her spine. She could feel the length of him against the flat of her tummy and for once in her life she found herself wanting to feel something more<i>solid</i>. He wasn’t quite aroused, Miles had more discipline than that and she knew it, but for once in her life she wanted to<i>destroy</i>a man’s discipline – this man’s discipline.<br/><br/>”Oh? A guy thinks suddenly?” She teased as a sultry little smirk toyed at her lips and in effect<i>his</i>as well. She released his ear, her hand finding the back of his neck to thread her fingers up through his hair instead.”A guy shouldn’t be thinking at all right now.” She murmured along his jaw, a slow climb of leisurely kisses eventually leading her lips to his ear. They parted, billowing cool air along the exposed canal as she cooed against it almost sullenly. ”Might make a woman think she was doin’ somethin’ wrong.” She feigned a pout before she caught the lobe between her teeth and slowly dragged them across his flesh until her hostage<i>popped</i>free.<br/><br/>”But,” Her hands released him and she leaned back as far as his grip would allow her too – which just so happened to arch her back in just the right way that those two large mounds upon her chest seemed to almost lift in presentation - a coy smile sliding sidelong as she gave a little shrug. ”If you’re worried about ruining our<i>thing</i>, we don’t have to continue.” And truth be told she firmly believed that. She didn’t want him to think he had to do a damn thing with her. ”I was just thinking that maybe this could sort of… you know, enhance it?” Hell, she wasn’t even entirely sure herself. ”I just know that I’d rather keep what we have than chance screwing it up.” Especially if he thought that was a distinct possibility.<br/><br/>The idea that he might actually be<i>serious</i>about her, even as a friend, wasn’t exactly something that had crossed her mind until today. So to have him spring that sort of personal question on her like he had, kind of threw her off like he probably hadn’t anticipated. Most things were a game to him. Hell, most things were a game to her when she was around him and honestly… The last thing she needed was to let someone into<i>that part</i>of her life only to have them brush it off like water, then flip around from one subject to another like it didn’t mean anything. If he really wanted to know more, he’d ask, and not in some vague little way that had her stirring up something to tell him just to satisfy that random fickle desire of his. He wasn’t serious about it; if he had been he would have poked further. Why should she just spill her guts on one of his whims? Why should she put herself<i>and</i>her sister in danger for a man that didn’t even want to be responsible for his own life?  Why<i>did</i>she tell him<i>anything</i>in the long run anyways...?<br/><br/>”I also think you need to stop being a dirty tease unless you plan to take it somewhere.” That smile broadened into one of her famous shit-eating grins as she pointedly glanced downward to where their hips met and conveniently hid his ‘junk’.