<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>Entry<br/><strong>When: </strong>June 13, late evening<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>The closer Vicky got, the more Carter settled in his own skin.  He came into the room with a swirl of mixed emotions.  Of course, he fumbled a bit at really telling his depth of emotions, partially for fear of them not being fully reciprocated and partially because he hadn't really allowed himself to explore them in reality.  He knew he felt a love for her, but he had a difficult time pinning the reality of it.  He admired and adored Vicky and believed he loved her, too, but it was too early to tell what that really meant.  He could have been foolish enough to say such things, but thankfully, Vicky gave him the 'out' to talk more in-depth on Sunday.<br/><br/>Vicky accepted the easy pull of her hand to his face, then settled on his own robe.  The sensation of standing square with her, that close, had been a sensory overload.  It changed his entire mindset from deep thoughts and what-ifs into a moment.  Her perfume was soft and sensuous, and here, the details of her delicate face were upon him.  His eyes meeting hers, he marveled at the intricacies of the patterns in her eyes, the curve of her cheek bones, her flawlessly cute nose.  She was more real than all of his imaginations ever could conjure.<br/><br/>Her very presence set aside the nervous preparation, or lack thereof, for the moment.  Every feminine feature of her, there before him, intensified in her soft acceptance of this moment.  He slid his hands around her tiny waist, feeling her body beneath the soft fabric.  He took in a tiny gasp at how magnificent it felt to take this step into her.  The studied each other, both aware enough of what they were doing, both curious how the other would react.  His confused state began to crumble into the warmth he felt in her concerned, yet warm smile.<br/><br/>As she asked, '<em>lights on or off</em>', he pulled his robe off his shoulders, allowing it to drop down to his elbows, exposing his chest.  Her question indicated only "proceed" and his hesitation had vanished.  The moment of contemplating had gone, whether this be love or some exploration between the closest of friends, he felt moved and set aside how forward it could appear.  If this was going to happen, he wasn't about to hesitate any further.  "On!" he replied without a second thought.  It was instinct to say so, a way to embrace with no shame, for he really felt none.  He could imagine a time where "off" would be inviting in its own way, but he didn't wish to miss a thing.<br/><br/>He was about to move in, to kiss her, for the first time ever when she posed a logical and practical question that had caught him completely off guard.<em>A fantasy to play out?</em><br/><br/>He was startled by the thought, the practicality of what was implied within the question.  He was moving along with his own emotions to guide him to embracing her, lowering his robe, and he believed they'd just dreamily sweep each other off the other's feet from then into some rapturous can't-get-enough-of-you embrace.  Truth be told, Carter had the mind of a man and as such, had all manner of categories of fantasies he love to play out with her.  Deep inner playful or kinky or romantic thoughts, depending upon the chapter or verse of his mind one thumbed through.  Many<em>had</em>been played through with Vicky in the starring role, already, in his mind at least, though many were of a faceless stranger.<br/><br/>Asking Carter if he had a fantasy to play through was like opening a Pandora's box.  His one prior pairing involved a light bit of silk and taking turns, one night Carter was tied down, the other night, his partner.  For a moment, he stood there as though he was seriously considering a half dozen scenarios before his eyes settled on her sweet, brown, soulful and sparkling eyes.   He had a grin on his face as he permitted his thoughts to settle on what he really wanted in the moment, it was just to "be with her".<br/><br/>He quirked up a smile, one that indicated he was about to make a playful jest, "Escaped convict and the warden's wife?"  He hoped the joke would make her laugh, ease her a bit.  "Pool boy?"  "Goddess?"  "Slave girl?" "Last humans to repopulate the planet?"  "Striptease?"  He proceeded hoping each additional comment would bring levity, especially how heavy his mood was just a few moments ago.  He loved how she laughed and prayed the jokes would bring that out in her.<br/><br/>His joking stopped with a hopeful look, "How about Carter is SOO into Vicky he can't even stand it," he managed, hoping that he could then go right into that previously envisioned rapturous can't-get-enough-of-you embrace.<br/><br/>