Celeste couldn't help but giggle, making a face as he called her shameless. "I? Shameless? I'm not the one who so openly stares in public as you do." she teased, shivering under the lustful growl he let loose from those so very kissable lips of his. She looked back, always feeling herself falling into those dark eyes, like pools of hypnotic warmth. There were still things she did not know about Roran, but she knew him better than anyone else. She'd been warned, time and time again, by everyone. Her mother, her friends, who hadn't warned her to stay away from him? But she couldn't. She could never explain to any of them how she felt drawn to Roran. His eyes, that muscular body that she'd begun to notice as they grew older, watching him hard at work as each muscle worked so perfectly with the rest as he'd swing his ax.<br/><br/>Not a day had gone by when she hadn't found some rhyme or reason to be at Roran's side. Often she'd play some little prank on him, causing a marvelous chase through the woods which would end in a tangled embrace and sweet kisses of which she could never get enough. Sometimes she'd bring him food, or cook for him. If he got hurt, she'd always bring medicine to help him recover. He meant the world to her, anyone with eyes could see that when she'd steal a glance at him.<br/><br/>Celeste giggled as he leaned in, before he murmured of his tenderness to her and drew back to gaze at her with that loving look that always brought a fierce blush to those pale cheeks. "You are....but....b-but I.....I've never......" she swallowed. She'd not have to finish the rest of her words, she and Roran had always had an uncanny ability to finish each other's sentences and read their thoughts through expressions. She'd never thought of herself as particularly beautiful, and was sometimes stung by the jealousy of her other friends. And though many men had tried to distract her and charm her away, they could not hope to even approach Roran. He was all she would ever want....save the nagging feeling that another man would find his place beside Roran in her heart.<br/><br/>She trembled a little more as she felt his warm palms take hold of her cheeks, his heart beating fast like hers. She nuzzled again, letting out a sigh as her own felt like it'd pound out of her chest. She shuddered as she felt herself growing warmer, his finger trailing about her bodice until she heard the sound of the string torn from it. She gasped a little, her eyes going to the string as it fell to the ground as she looked into Roran's eyes once more. She felt the fabric of her bodice lowering, slowly being worked down to reveal her beautiful breasts. "Roran...." she whispered, closing her eyes a moment before looking down at him with that delicious innocence mingled with intense desire.<br/><br/>She saw that smile of his, he could sense her nervousness. They'd been intimate but never quite this intimate. "I would want nothing else.....oh Roran..." she whispered. They'd never coupled, but the desire to do so had always been there. She let out a soft little whimper as her breasts were fully freed from their clothe prison as the cool air of the woods caressed her bare skin. She could feel her nipples growing hardened from the myriad of sensations taking her as the ruffle of skirts being lifted were heard faintly as if in the distance. The sound of his trousers coming undone, the feel of her undergarments being lowered all melded together in a beautiful dance as she soon felt the tip of his cock against her quivering pussy. "Roran..." she said, her voice thick with need, with a slight tremble to it.<br/><br/>Then she heard the clinking sounds and froze. She looked about worried. "R-Roran wait....is that...is that the village signal?" she breathed, a groan of frustration coming out of her lips before she was able to speak. It would be a warning signal that would interrupt a moment they'd wanted to share for so long.<br/>