<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Victoria "Vicky"Tucker<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Open floor space<br/><strong>When: </strong>June 13, late evening<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Binding her hands, as he had, only in both their imagination, had all the desired effect he wished for.  Her body, stretched up as it was displayed her in a way that was vulnerable.  He did want her to feel that way, but only to a degree.  In her vulnerability, she'd be safe, but available to him.  The feeling was overwhelming.  A simple game of apparent dominance and submission, she would go there, make herself available, willingly.<br/><br/>The feeling and the vision were both groundbreaking and euphoric.  By the time he had raised his hands and lowered them about her body, he had what he wanted; access to her.  The game shattered a boundary,<em>just like that</em>.<br/><br/>Once he loosened her bra, though, and she made no move to resist it, their locked eyes and what seemed to be one hundred or more thoughts racing through each mind, the game no longer mattered.  Would he continue the game, imaginary bindings and all?  Perhaps, if it was fun for Vicky, if it helped shatter other boundaries, if it titillated her senses.  The moment, though, transcended the thought.<br/><br/>Right now, the only thing that mattered was - Victoria.<br/><br/>He felt himself sigh.  Her eyes and the soulful expression behind them was disarming.  Why play a game when you're<em>moved</em>such as he was.  He couldn't help but notice her body as the bra fell limp.  Her nipples were a sign she was flush with desire.  Her eyes, though, said so much more to him.  Her arms falling about his neck, he gasped and took in the fragrance of sweet perfume.  She leaned to him as he did the same.  He could feel his world spin about as their lips touched.  Her body pressing into him sparked his own movement.  He was so moved that he literally lifted her off her feet.  Her lack of contact with the ground had him holding her in his arms.  The wall she stood against as her imaginary stockade, now bare, he lifted her up and allowed himself to press against her.  His hand moved behind her head to cushion her, though he reached the other down for her leg, hoping she'd raise her knee and embrace him all the more completely.<br/><br/>This kiss, this first kiss, Victoria, her body, and the amazing person inside had melted him into a wanting to express himself way beyond any game or pretense.  He knew the precursor glide of appreciative hands to gently explore her would show his hand, how much he<em>did in fact adore</em>her.  He let go.  His feelings, no matter what degree they were returned, were known.  He could feel his own breathing, hot and heavy with passion as he kissed her, a hungry, yet respectful kiss, adoring her, revealing his desire.