<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Carter Sagle<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13, late night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting in a comfy chair<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky wondered for a moment what went through his mind. Had she taken seriously something he really just meant as a joke? Her eyes searched his for an answer, although she kept the soft smile on her lips. Nothing in his body language was source of worry though, and his smile did not falter. Everything would be fine. This was Carter, someone she trusted, a true friend who was about to become more than platonic friends would ever be. <br/><br/>As the thought crossed her mind, more than friends, she realized that she did feel desire for him and that the thought of being touched by him, being intimate with him, bothered her in a very good way. She tried to pour this feeling into the kiss, to make him feel what she couldn’t say with words just yet. She wasn’t shy when it came to sex; Roman had broken her out of that quickly enough. She was still very reserved when time came to talk about feelings, to put them into words. She wasn’t beyond showing him through a kiss that she felt desire for him, and that she really wanted to be there even though she had hesitated at first.<br/><br/>She followed his lead toward the wall, now that he had accepted the dominant role at least for this time. Vicky would easily switch. She had her preference but she could do both or neither. Right now, she would be bottom and let him have his way with her. He was far more prepared than her, having known from the previous night that this would be their first night together. First of many? She had no idea, but she was starting to lean toward the positive answer. It would all depend on how compatible they were here, if their chemistry outside the bedroom translated into chemistry the bedroom.<br/><br/>She rose her arms above her head. It would be impossible for Vicky to touch him. It was a small disappointment, but nothing that would tamper the mood. She nodded her head to acknowledge that her arms were not to be moved until he gave permission to. “Understood.” She said and looked at him with inquisitive eyes. What would be the next step? What would he do to her? She wondered with excitement, but no fear. She would not have submitted this way to a stranger, not without talking it through. She knew that if she broke his request to hold her arms up and asked him to stop, Carter would.<br/></div>