{Before We Part} - Nights of Passion
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				Title: <strong>{Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 05:22:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/bwp-passion-header_1.jpg)</div><br>A thread for the group story “Before We Part”. It is a modern post-graduation setting zooming in on the three months between high school's conclusion and the different roads traveled at summer's end. This thread is dedicated to scenes depicting sexual acts or relations between the different characters within the game. As such, there is no official setting information, though general rules for headers and linking back to prior posts are expected to be followed to help keep events easier to follow along.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Links to Other Threads</span></span></strong><br>Residence Parties (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268588.0)<br>Outdoor Parties (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.0)<br>Out of Character Discussion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268456.0)<br>Confirmed Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.0)<br>Interest Check (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268120.0)</div>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 05:54:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.msg13258555#msg13258555).<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> VAST - Pretty When You Cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc)<br><br>She grinned and nodded to him, wandering closer as she peered around, squinting as if doing so would help her see better in the dark.&nbsp; "Hey, Jonas.&nbsp; I know you probably came over here for a reason, like to get away from people or...wow, just realized you might have been coming for a piss.&nbsp; You want me to leave?"<br><br>She blinked and laughed at herself, glancing up as she ran a hand back through her hair and dropped her ass down on a busted, old television.&nbsp; The screen was long gone and weeds were growing in the hollowed interior, and the wood cabinetry around the screen was heavily water damaged and dirty, but apparently sturdy enough to hold her weight.&nbsp; Despite her question, she didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands as she peered at him.<br><br>"Mind if I bum a smoke?&nbsp; Mine are in Ernie's van, and I don't really want to go back over there right now."&nbsp; Her foot bounced as she sat up and brushed her hands off absently, not caring that her shorts were getting filthy on her make-shift seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 06:36:58</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Well it was unexpected to say the least, to be approached by Naomi of all people.&nbsp; He figured Zoe might have came after him, or maybe Roxy decided to show up or whatever, say hello and chill.&nbsp; But Naomi?<br><br>“Nah.” He answered to her question, a slight shaking of the head accompanying it.&nbsp; “I smelt some trouble brewing.&nbsp; Thought I'd get the hell away and have a smoke.”<br><br>As she came closer, laughing at her own question and running her hand through her hair before taking a seat, Jonas could not help but to wonder of the question that burned in his mind like a neon sign in the dark.&nbsp; Did she know?&nbsp; Like, how could she really know?&nbsp; It wasn't like he blabbed about it like some dumbass would.&nbsp; Just like how a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, a hacker like him didn't hack and blab.&nbsp; She couldn't have known, right?<br><br>But Travis Timmons knew, or at least suspected, him.&nbsp; More than enough suspicion to try and get the police involved.&nbsp; It wasn't a secret that some of those officers had pulled him out of class to go have a chat, and it sure as hell not a secret that Travis was telling friends how he though Jonas had been behind the virus that wiped out everything he digitally had to his name.&nbsp; But she didn't know, right?<br><br>Fuck, she knew.<br><br>Jonas reached into his pocket, extracting the worn pack of cigarettes.&nbsp; A fresh one was fished out and offered to her, before igniting the lighter, and holding it out in an offering to light her cigarette.<br><br>“I didn't watch it, you know.” He said to her, preferring to not beat around the bush in the dark of the night.&nbsp; “Not going to lie.&nbsp; It was kind of tempting.&nbsp; I mean, with what was supposed to be on there, but it wasn't right... ”<br><br>After her cigarette was lit, Jonas took a step back, leaning against the house.&nbsp; “I deleted it though.” He said, taking a drag of his own.&nbsp; “You might wanna think about encoding your videos sometime.&nbsp; It can be a pain, but if another gets out, you can figure out who leaked it and stuff.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 06:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.msg13258555#msg13258555).<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> VAST - Pretty When You Cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc)<br><br>She leaned forward to take the cigarette and pull on it so that the offered flame lit the tip, then leaned back again.&nbsp; Drawing one leg up, she settled her heel on the edge of the TV cabinet and hugged her calf to her chest with one arm, her chin resting on her knee.&nbsp; She peered at him through the smoke rising from her cigarette as she took a drag, his comments on the 'incident' bringing a faint grin to her lips.<br><br>"You didn't watch it?&nbsp; Most people would have.&nbsp; Hell, most people <em>did</em>.&nbsp; You might be the only person in the school who <em>hasn't</em> seen it."<br><br>She shifted her head to rest her cheek on her knee instead, absently brushing her hair back out of her face and flicking her ash with a soft chuckle.<br><br>"You're sweet, Jonas.&nbsp; But, I'm not like Jenna.&nbsp; We made the video for the express purpose of people watching it and giving us money for the privilege of watching it.&nbsp; Was Travis a douchebag for spreading it all over school?&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; Am I grateful to you for getting a little back on him and getting rid of the video?&nbsp; Very.&nbsp; But, only because treating someone like shit is never okay, but it's especially not okay to do it just because they like having sex."<br><br>She closed her eyes and took another lazy drag off her cigarette, exhaling the drag with her next words.<br><br>"So, are you the kinda guy who's gonna refuse a little fun, because you have this idea that girls can't make informed decisions about who they want to fool around with?"<br><br>Peeking through her lashes at him, she grinned slightly, easily finding his lighter hair against the dark backdrop of the house behind him.&nbsp; Sure, she was grateful for his help, and the fact that he'd been classy enough not to immediately come tell her about his good deed, like a lot of guys would have done.&nbsp; It felt more genuine that way, especially since she <em>actually</em> believed he hadn't watched the video.&nbsp; But, she wouldn't fuck a guy just for doing something nice for her.&nbsp; <em>That</em> wouldn't be right and if it got around, well, she'd be inundated with shining knights all looking for a little tail.<br><br>No, she had been attracted to Jonas for a while, but he'd been dating Zoe, and she had one hard-and-fast rule...never deliberately get involved in a monogamous relationship.&nbsp; It was a shitty thing to do.&nbsp; But, they weren't together anymore, and he had <em>totally</em> made himself even more attractive with the hack job he'd pulled on the jerk who'd found her video and splashed it all over the school.&nbsp; She didn't care about her reputation, since such ideas were hopelessly antiquated in her opinion...but the other girl in the video had been hurt by all the bullshit.<br><br>So, here they were, the night of graduation.&nbsp; She was pleasantly buzzed, low-key digging on the strange atmosphere and wondering if Jonas was going to be too 'good guy' to let her say thank you.&nbsp; High school was a weird place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 08:10:02</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Smooth Operator<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>He certainly had thought about watching the video, his hand leading the mouse to linger over the retrieved video file.&nbsp; How he had sat at the computer in the dead of night, bleary eyed through the late night haze of smoke, the temptation strong to take a look.&nbsp; It wasn't like every day something like that fell into someone's lap, the holy grail with a hot chick in school getting it on with another chick.&nbsp; And at a late night when the only thing that seemed to go together with a good night's sleep was a little bit of self pleasure, it was really tempting.<br><br>Chivalry won out though.&nbsp; It felt wrong to invade someone's privacy like that, no matter whether it had been for sale or not.&nbsp; They weren't exactly strangers, but they weren't exactly really close either.&nbsp; As if he were crossing a line thinking about it.&nbsp; He'd delete the file in a secure way, removing the last traces from Travis's computer, but that temptation, and thoughts of what he could have seen lingered in his mind during the next day.<br><br>Just as the appearance of her calling his name and hanging out with him in that secluded spot had been unexpected, the question from her lips caught him equally off guard.&nbsp; His brows raised, taking a drag of the cigarette.<br><br>“I'm the kind of guy who is a firm believer in women's rights and women being able to do whatever they want.” Jonas said with a slight pause.&nbsp; “Or whoever.&nbsp; Who is anyone to judge?”<br><br>There was an offer there.&nbsp; A part of Jonas just knew that there was an offer put forward.&nbsp; A more forward, aggressive guy might have already been pulling down his pant at the mere hint of some intimate contact.&nbsp; But Jonas wasn't like most guys, painfully so perhaps to the girls in his life.&nbsp; Someone once told him he could be so clueless when it came to women, and while some might have agreed with that, Jonas didn't see it that way.<br><br>He was a gentleman, just like he had been raised, almost painfully so.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted to do was to act like an idiot, to seem like some desperate ball of sleaze that would take anything thrown his way, or to be an assuming ass.&nbsp; People were complicated.&nbsp; He knew that very well.&nbsp; He didn't want to make an ass out of himself, or her.<br><br>“Nice night to fool around though...” Jonas began, choosing his words carefully.&nbsp; “And while not the best place, right here isn't too bad...&nbsp; And I'd be up for fooling around with you.&nbsp; If you were interested in fooling around with me, of course though...”<br><br><em>Smooth Jonas...&nbsp; Real smooth...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 23:29:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Stoner philosophy and butterfly kisses<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> VAST - Pretty When You Cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc)<br><br>She laughed softly and took one last drag off her cigarette before dropping it on the ground in front of her.&nbsp; The smoke drifted up through her nostrils as she lowered her foot and crushed her smoldering butt beneath one boot as she rose to her feet.&nbsp; Her arms stretched up over her head and she let out a cat-like rowl of satisfaction as she stretched and stalked toward him, back arched and one arm dropping behind her neck as her fingers curled around the opposite arm's bicep.<br><br>"That's why I followed you over here.&nbsp; Well, actually I was more making sure you weren't taking off, 'cause it's less awkward to initiate sex at a party than having to plan a whole meeting thing..."&nbsp; She dropped her arms as she drew closer and stopped in front of him, her boots not adding much height to her natural 5'5.&nbsp; One hand rose casually to comb her fingers through his hair as she cocked her head and grinned up at him, looking vaguely amused.<br><br>"Do you ever think about how weird it is that talent or intelligence is totally indiscernible in someone's appearance, unlike speed or strength?&nbsp; It's like evolution knew people with special gifts needed to be able to hide...the way insects camouflage themselves in nature.&nbsp; 'Cause we're fragile and make for juicy prey."<br><br>She leaned in to nestle herself lightly against him, 'pinning' him between her slender form and the wall of the house.&nbsp; Her fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck as she rose up on her tip-toes and pulled his mouth down onto her own.&nbsp; Her lips tasted like smoke, marijuana and orange juice from the screwdrivers she was drinking prior to the party, because she hated the flavor of alcohol.&nbsp; Her eyes remained open briefly before drifting closed, her lashes tickling his cheeks as her lips parted slightly to let the tip of her tongue trace languid looping patterns over his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 02:26:21</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Smooth Operator<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>“Well, there are some benefits for prearranged encounters, like getting stuff ready and condoms and stuff...” Jonas began in a slightly quieter voice, his eyes watching Naomi as she stretched and stalked closer to him.&nbsp; “...But I digress...”<br><br><em>Thank God I took a shower before I left...</em><br><br>The possibility of getting any sort of action had not crossed his mind when Jonas was forced out of the house by his parents.&nbsp; With him being single in the aftermath of the breakup with Zoe, and Roxy supposedly going over to that one dude's house party, it was safe to say that the extent of Jonas's fun that evening in his mind was to just have a drink or two and head home.&nbsp; Maybe go to the movies like he did when his mom and dad wanted him out and socializing.&nbsp; <br><br>Fooling around with Naomi was the last thing he had ever expected to happen that night.&nbsp; It caught him completely off guard in that moment, but it was a pleasant surprise, and he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.<br><br>“That's... Surprisingly deep...&nbsp; Not that I don't think you're incapable of deep thoughts, but I never thought---” Jonas began, as he thought of her question.&nbsp; His words, however, were cut off by Naomi's contact with his person.&nbsp; The feel of her against him, pressing him between herself and the old, paint-chipped wood of the house behind him, the touch of her hand upon the back of his neck stilling him.&nbsp; And in that moment, for that one moment, Jonas was enthralled to the woman before him.<br><br>After a brief, split-second of hesitation, fueled by surprise, Jonas registered what was going on, and began to kiss her back.&nbsp; The taste of her an unique and intoxicating blend of sin and innocence.&nbsp; The staleness of cigarettes and weed, the splash of alcohol, the undertones of fruit.&nbsp; A chill went down his spine, a soft, faint moan from deep within him, at the feel of her lashes against his cheeks as they kissed, her tongue snaking forth to caress his lips and the gentle hint of stubble.<br><br>His lips parted to accept her tongue into his mouth, as his own tongue came forth to greet hers.&nbsp; The thick, wet muscled caressed hers, their lips becoming wet with their own saliva.&nbsp; She tasted good, he thought, somewhere in the back of his mind.<br><br>His hands moved down her body in what might have seemed like a timid way.&nbsp; But as cautious as Jonas was, he was venturing into uncharted waters with a woman he did not know, and was unaware of what she was comfortable with.&nbsp; Another pro for prearranged meetings, the little voice in his mind said, before being hushed by the lust and arousal that was flowing from his pounding heart.&nbsp; The last thing he had wanted to do was to do something that would upset her, something that might make her change his mind.<br><br>He knew what Zoe liked.&nbsp; He knew what Roxy liked.&nbsp; But Naomi was an enigma he had yet to come across in his inexperienced life.<br><br>Jonas moved his hands down her sides, down the glittery top, as his hands rounded the curve of her backside.&nbsp; Gently he squeezed through the tight jean shorts, moving further south to the cleft of her ass, and the flesh that was just there.&nbsp; He could feel himself beginning to stir, his flesh rising to the occasion .<br><br>Gently he pulled his head back, his lips slicked with the combination of their saliva.&nbsp; His eyes glanced down between them for a moment, before bringing his eyes back to her.&nbsp; “I don't have a condom.” He said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 22:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Stuff and thangs...<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Ramones - I Don't Wanna Grow Up (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73NdmMYZsnM)<br><hr><br>She made a low, uninhibited sound of pleasure when his hands found her firm ass and squeezed, the muscles flexing as she curled her toes in her boots.&nbsp; She leaned more comfortably against him and her nails lightly traced across the back of his neck as her hand slid down to cup it.&nbsp; When he broke the kiss, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of the heat between them, the anticipation of what was coming and the memory of what they had just shared.<br><br>When he spoke, she laughed gently and opened her eyes to peer up at him, shaking her head.&nbsp; "It's okay.&nbsp; We're not going to fuck out here.&nbsp; It's filthy and you and I barely know one another.&nbsp; I like to...step on every stone crossing the stream...you know?"<br><br>Her hand slipped from his hair and she slid down his body as if she were melting, hands gliding onto his shoulders and then down his chest, blunt nails raking lightly over his t-shirt.&nbsp; She ended up kneeling at his feet with her thighs on either side of his ankles and her cheek resting on his zipper, as if she were listening to his heartbeat.&nbsp; The feel of him growing hard against her face made her sigh, her hands continuing to stroke down his stomach until her fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants behind the thin layer of cotton.<br><br>She nuzzled him briefly through his jeans, then leaned her head back to look up at him with a little, cat-like grin.&nbsp; "I won't get mad at you if you pull my hair during.&nbsp; In fact, I'll like it.&nbsp; Don't be self-conscious, okay?&nbsp; I'm not going to get pissed at you.&nbsp; At worst, I'll stop for a sec and tell you to stop doing whatever it is that's bugging me, okay?&nbsp; But, I'm usually pretty chill..."<br><br>As she spoke, her hands snuck under his shirt and started unbuttoning and unzipping his fly.&nbsp; "Are you cool with this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 04:04:57</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Smooth Operator<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>A chuckle escaped Jonas's lips, one that held a sense of amusement mixed with disbelief at what was happening.&nbsp; His head was rocked back against the side of the house, wondering what proverbial angel did he blow to wind up in such a position.<br><br>“I'd say we're skipping a few stones, going straight to a blow-jay, but that's cool with me.”<br><br>Of the very few lovers and people remotely interested in him in a sexual way, some might have believed that he was, quite simply, a wimp.&nbsp; His blase affair about life and relationships, identifying himself as one who wasn't obsessed and focused upon the sexual aspects of life that so many boys of his age, helped to paint a picture of disinterest, or too afraid of any sort of intimate contact.&nbsp; Clueless was an adjective often said about Jonas and women, seemingly oblivious to clues and hints.<br><br>When Naomi gave him instructions, told him to not be afraid of pulling hair and being a little rough, advising him to not be so self-conscious, Jonas couldn't help but to laugh that same little chuckle.&nbsp; He might have been that way a while ago.&nbsp; Back before he started learning about himself, learning about women, before he started doing a bunch of different things.&nbsp; The Jonas of Old might have just stood there and let her do her thing.&nbsp; <br><br>He could be cautious, courteous.&nbsp; A gentleman, full of respect and manners.&nbsp; But when it came to the bedroom?&nbsp; When he had the green light?<br><br>Jonas looked down to her, a slightly sheepish smirk widening across his lips.&nbsp; “You don't know what you're getting yourself into...” He warned, reaching into his pocket for a fresh cigarette and light as she began to unzip his fly.&nbsp; As the cool air greeted his flesh, Jonas took a drag from the cigarette before placing his cigarettes and lighter back into his pants pocket, pushing his pants and Scooby Doo underwear down in the process to reveal the swell of his organ.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you need a break, slap my thigh or something.” He said, taking a step closer with his cock looming before her face.&nbsp; “Are <em>you</em> cool with this?” His hand reached out, his fingers curling in the long, dark hair as he began to pull her head closer to his bulbous tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 05:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Stuff and thangs...<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Ramones - I Don't Wanna Grow Up (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73NdmMYZsnM)<br><hr><br>She smirked a touch at the sight of his underwear and curled her fingers to help ease them and his jeans down to his thighs.&nbsp; Her hands splayed on his pelvic bones as she allowed him to draw her in toward his cock, flicking a glance up and exhaling a warm gust of air across his sensitive skin.<br><br>"Don't worry, I'll get your attention if I want to stop."<br><br>She didn't bother verbally answering his question, leaning in instead to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock.&nbsp; Her hands slid together at the base, thumbs slipping down and back to enclose his balls and shaft in the teardrop created by the meeting of her index fingertips and thumbs.&nbsp; As she lathed the crown with slow, purposeful strokes of her tongue, the balls of her thumb gently massaged his perineum.&nbsp; Soft, wet sounds rose from her lips along with her quiet, muffled murmurs of pleasure, both of which only grew louder as she finally parted her lips wide enough to draw his length into her mouth.<br><br>Her eyes slipped closed as she savored the feel of him pulsing against her tongue as she pressed it up against the underside of his shaft, tip wriggling tirelessly as she slid her lips further down.&nbsp; Her breath control was impressive, and she had little to no gag reflex, which she assumed was a large part of why she seemed to enjoy giving oral sex than most people...from what she could tell.&nbsp; She felt her nipples tightening under the loose, gauzy material of her cami and the familiar ache began to form low in her abdomen, sending a flush of heat across her skin.&nbsp; A moan vibrated through her throat and hummed against Jonas' skin, even as she sucked forcefully enough to draw her cheeks in and seal his cock in her mouth like a cork in a bottle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 20:48:56</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Smooth Operator<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>The warm, wet heaven of her mouth felt good.&nbsp; Damn good.&nbsp; As the sensitive flesh of his member parted those moist, plush lips, easing against the velvety soft cushion of her tongue, Jonas could not resist allowing a shallow groan to come forth from within him.&nbsp; For just a second, as she adjusted and got accustomed to his length entering her mouth, Jonas enjoyed and savored the moment.&nbsp; He relaxed, letting it happen at her own pace as she took him, like sinking into a warm tub of water after a long day.<br><br>And for a few moments, Jonas had did just that.&nbsp; The hand upon her head was limp, merely there with his fingers nestled within her hair.&nbsp; Moving along at her own pace, enjoying the soft, sensuality of the moment as the suction and caresses of her tongue only deepened his arousal to the point of an almost painful erection within her mouth.&nbsp; While it felt good, while it felt so soothing and rewarding, Jonas was ready and wanting more.<br><br>It was a gradual build up at first.&nbsp; The hand that had simply rested in her hair slowly began to become heavier, firmer in the movements of her head against his slicked flesh.&nbsp; It felt into a rhythm with her head, the hand in her hair guiding her movements with firm tugs and pushes.&nbsp; His other hand reached for the wrist and hand that massaged his testicles, using a firm, yet careful, grip, to pull her hand away from what he had wanted.<br><br>The movements of his hand in her hair became more fluid, his other hand soon joining in as his fingers dug deep into her silken dark strands, pushing and pulling her head along the throbbing ache that consumed his senses.&nbsp; His hips gave small, little thrusts, meeting the bobbing of her head, attempting with a quiet need, a hunger, for more of her, pushing and carving his way deeper into her mouth with every fluid stroke until he bottomed out within her mouth.&nbsp; Her nose pressed against his pubis, her cock stuffed into the tight warmth of her mouth, he held it there for a moment, savoring the feel of her wrapped around her, the contraction of her muscles, the tongue trapped beneath his length.<br><br>Another moan escaped his lips before he pulled her back, back away from his cock, back as the saliva trailed from the aching tip to her lips.&nbsp; A moment for her to breathe, a chance for him to catch his own breath.&nbsp; His hand remained in her hair, his digits gently, almost tenderly, stroking her scalp.&nbsp; “Ready for some more?” He asked.&nbsp; “And should I cum in your mouth, or nah?”&nbsp; Because he was a gentleman and shit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 21:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Stuff and thangs...<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas | Closed<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Ramones - I Don't Wanna Grow Up (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73NdmMYZsnM)<br><hr><br>She relaxed as he took control, letting him guide her head along his length as she focused on varying the strength of her suction and curling her tongue over and around his shaft as it slid in and out between her lips.&nbsp; His grip on her wrist made one brow quirk but she moved her hands away, shifting them to grip his hips as a precaution against his thrusts becoming too enthusiastic.&nbsp; When he drew her face tight to his body, the groan that rose from her chest was trapped by his cock, and the grip of her throat around the crown.&nbsp; She swallowed and curled her tongue against the underside of the shaft that filled her mouth, feeling her heart pound and her head swim slightly with the air trapped in her lungs.<br><br>When he drew back, she gasped softly and shuddered, the heat between her thighs having only been intensified by the brief period of time when she'd been denied oxygen.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she dropped her head back to peer up at him, thumbs lightly tracing the outline of his pelvic bone through his skin.&nbsp; "You better.&nbsp; I've been working hard for that."<br><br>Not waiting for him to guide her forward again, she leaned in and nestled her lips against the silky place where his glans met on the underside of his cock.&nbsp; Sucking there gently for a moment, she teased the skin with the tip of her tongue, before opening her mouth to envelop him in the warmth once more.&nbsp; Her teeth lightly grazed his skin, just enough to add a new sensation for a short time, before she covered them in the softness of her lips.&nbsp; There was no hesitation this time, no taking her time, and she pressed her face forward to meet his body eagerly.&nbsp; A whimper tickled his skin as she drew him back into her throat and one hand dropped from his hips to fumble with the opening of her shorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2017, 18:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe’s place&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bad acting<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><hr><br>They had to hitch a ride from Old Margaery's and Chloe didn’t mind it at all. They walked for a bit as she clung onto him as if for dear life until they passed by his car, the traitor that failed him in the middle of the road. She found it a bit funny, or was it - again -the liquid fire she drank? The two of them stood there for a while, waiting for someone to pass by and they were both oddly silent. There had been times, many times when the silence hadn’t bothered them at all. When a car finally came around, it stopped for them and they both got in the back. The driver was old enough to tell them stories about his grandkids and understanding enough to skip the preaching part about drinking and fornication. He gave them none of that “young people these days” or “shouldn’t you call your folks” but told them what a sweet couple they make and how they remind him of his first dance night with his darling Bess. Chloe didn’t roll her eyes as she usually did in a similar context. She just leaned against Philip’s shoulder and closed her eyes, pretending to fall asleep. <br><br>When they reached her house they thanked him, said goodnight and got in through the backdoor. Her mom was taking nightshifts again and they had the whole house to themselves. It happened before, but never this late in a long time. Not since middle school. She didn’t need to tell him where her room was. And he found it unchanged. Same art supplies taking most of the space, same dark, eerie posters with pentagrams and aliens decorating the dark purple walls. It wasn’t a tidy room. And she didn’t have a large bed. <br><br>“Want a beer?” she asked flopping on the bed with her snickers still on. She didn’t look sick at all. Just…fidgety. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>23-07-2017, 19:13:32</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe's place<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Careful approach<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>He was shamed for not being able to drive Chloe home - more on his own gentlemanly upbringing than the actual fact of making the girl walk with him. For all he could tell, she was thrilled about it as her hands held to his elbow and tugged him closer to her whenever a step took him a little further away, almost as if she feared him escaping her small, pale hands. It was so highly amusing to him. Phil made small talk with their ride, making sure that he'd have a hand on Chloe's lap - a hand that she held constantly and rather tightly even despite trying to fake being asleep.<br><br>That they had the house all for themselves both excited Phil and made him so deadly nervous. He could just roll up and crash on her couch as they usually did so he'd avoid having to walk to his own place - Chloe didn't mind it (most of the time), so why not?<br><br>"We were just drinking, weren't you sick?" He asked her as he watched her amusing posters. The room was so dark, and he was amused always that Chloe's room had been the same since she was little - the lightswitches had those dials that could work on how much light she wanted, and with the dark blue lightbulbs it was a refreshing, dark blue more often than not. "Perhaps water, or some soda?" He asked her as he stood before her, his calf brushing against hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 13:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe’s place&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Something's starting...or is it ending?<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><br>“I meant it for you….if you want one.” She said trying hard not to look at him, becoming more self-conscious than it was normal for them.<br><br><em>No sweat Chloe, it’s just Phil. You know, Phil. He’s been here before.</em> She tensed and kicked her snickers away before curling at the top of the bed with her knees to her chest, shying away from his proximity.<br><br>“So uhm, there’s water in the fridge downstairs. And there’s beer if you want any. I’ll probably change into my jam…something to sleep in so please knock when you get back. If you don’t want to get back to the party just yet…or whatever. Thank you for taking me home. I feel much better now. You know…in the comfort of my own home and stuff.”<br><br>&nbsp; She didn’t want to let him go and didn’t want to tell him to stay either. She hated being <em>that</em> girl. Benny always made rude comments about it and she didn’t give him any satisfaction, usually. Just shrugged and ignored him or came with some counter-replies when she was feeling witty enough for that. But deep down she knew she was always clinging to Phil and deeper down she was afraid that he was being too nice to tell her off about it. They weren’t kids anymore and they weren’t a couple.&nbsp; Maybe that’s what needed to change, in fact.<br><br>She turned silent as she eyed him. God, he was beautiful. He had always been. And she enjoyed being by his side all these years, watching the pretty boy from next door turn into a man. While she on the other hand, didn’t change much. Her body was still ‘washboard’ material and she didn’t get any taller either. All she had was a pretty face, or at least that’s what that guy in art class told her in the first year. <em>Yeah, pretty common.</em> was her first thought back then, right after she froze in place, gave him the crazy stare, picked up all her supplies and moved to another seat.&nbsp; No wonder she didn’t have any boyfriends throughout high-school. And not many friends either.&nbsp; Now high-school was over and Philip was still with her.&nbsp; Taking things further might mean the end of that as well.<br><br>“So uhm yeah…sorry for busting your graduation night.” She said the moment their eyes met and she looked away instantly. Then flushed.&nbsp; Her heartbeat started going wild again. Hyperventilation.<br><br><em>Oh gawd, anything but sweat….don’t start sweating now, Chloe. What is WRONG with me?</em> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 16:05:15</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe's place<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Taking the dive<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>At her retraction, Phil knew not what to do. He could simply go downstairs to find them something to drink in order to keep hands and lips busy, ease the sudden tension. This was not... usual between them - they had grown rather close in the last few months even if their relationship hadn't developed enough for them to be called a 'couple' right now. And yet... he too had a feeling that, should he walk downstairs, he'd find the door to her bedroom locked.<br><br>And he sure as hell didn't want that. Not yet, at least, as he slowly sat himself down at her bed just as her legs rose up as Chloe brought her knees to her chest. With a careful hand, Phil leaned in to touch at Chloe's hip. She was so small, so petite and lovely - and dark and brooding too, in the most classical of gothic ways besides fixing yourself a raiding party and burning roman towns. Her tush felt warm as he patted her in a rather non-committal way - after all, he didn't want to send the wrong message to Chloe as he caressed her rear. "Well... you can always make up for that. Make my graduation night unforgettable instead."<br><br>Phil added with a chuckle as he tried to play it cool, even seductive, his voice so deep and rumbling. Leaning in against her back, very slowly Phil moved in to press his chest against her back even as he tried to keep his hips from hers, the hand sliding along her flank into reaching to play a palm upon Chloe's tummy.<br><br>"Can I stay the night?" Phil asked, very slow, his tone gentle, just by her ear, still hidden by her raven hair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-07-2017, 15:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe’s place&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting warm<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><br>With a gentle, yet firm move, Phil stood his ground. Just like that he brushed away her doubts, not so much her insecurities. Chloe froze at his touch, as casual as it may seemed to her, and said nothing until he moved to embrace her from behind. He kept her close, sliding his hand gently down her tummy and she relaxed. This was Phil. And this was not so very different from before. It didn’t have to mean anything special. Every moment with him had been special. And she did want to make his graduation night worthwhile.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Yeah, of course you can.” She whispered back, trying to sound normal. “It’s not like I have anything to fear, Mr. Casanova.” She joked, suddenly getting some nerve. “Just don’t come running into <strong>my</strong> bed if you get spooked, k?”<br><br>Chloe stretched her legs and released all that pent-up tension she had been dealing with ever since the party. Slightly leaning with her back into him, she drew invisible circles at the back of his hand with her finger.<br><br>“You know, I was thinking of learning how to make tattoos. I’d give you one for free if you don’t go away somewhere far.” They never talked about what they will be doing after graduation. Never talked about her going to art school in the city. As if time would stand still if they never talk about the future.&nbsp; “It’s not going to be a memory, ok? Just something from me.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>30-07-2017, 04:40:16</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe's place<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Warmer<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>He chuckled at her teasing. Chloe was always so cute whenever she tried to act dismissive or tough, specially around him - who had been through her best and her worst. It was a little wonder that they had never done anything more than kissing - the plaguing thought that things could change between them should they ever go beyond the occasional making out, specially all over Benny's couch, was terrifying to him. Phil had never had a closer friend than Chloe - with the notable exception of Benny. And with the obvious distinction that Chloe was a girl.<br><br>The guy had always marveled at her, and right now, touching her and pulling her against him, he was in heaven. He could crash right there, right now, and just sleep inebriated with the scent of her perfume. "...I never really thought about leaving. I mean, town is small, sure, but it is a very nice place to live. I don't really mind the thriving of the big city." He smiled even as he nuzzled to her raven hair once more, his red mane burning so bright even in the dark gloom.<br><br>"You wanna wear me like a canvas?" Phil teased back, smirking even as his hand very slowly reached into her shirt, caressing her pale flank with the slow pace of a snail<br><br>"I'd rather make memories with you. From you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2017, 15:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe’s place&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting warmer<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><br><em>“This is it. This is <strong>the it</strong>. Just not it-it.”</em> Chloe’s mind was like a raging tornado taking Dorothy to motherfucking Oz. Just that she was calm and relaxed on the outside and extremely attentive to every detail around her. Phil’s warmth as he held her. Phil’s voice. Phil’s touch. His hands were roaming over her belly gently, achingly so.<br><br><em>”Yes, yes, yes. Yes I do.”</em> Her body answered to his call long before her brain did. She was feeling feverish, restless.&nbsp; His words stirred something within as she brushed her thighs together slowly.<br><br>“Phillip, I want you to stay the night.” She said meekly. Her skin was so pale in the darkness and her black hair tickled his chin while she titled her head just slightly to rest on his shoulder.&nbsp; “I don’t want to…part with you. I really don’t. Ever.”&nbsp; The last word was a whisper. She caressed the length of his arms, going up and down his skin. He was warm too.<br><br>Her belly heaved with each breath as she felt his fingers going up towards her chest. He knew very well what she was saying, Chloe was certain of it. They never really needed many words between them. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-08-2017, 15:52:31</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe's place<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Warmer<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>Phil had sighed softly to himself - but at this proximity to Chloe's ear there was no way she would not hear him. What a clumsy approach! The only way that she would not mind that was that they had been becoming close for such a long time, now. <br><br>"...I'll stay." He said, very softly, as if steering the way on their little whispering conversation. He moved in very gently, pressing his cheek to hers so very tightly, loving to feel how soft and smooth and puffy her features were against his own. "For you." He added after a moment, considering her words. He loved Chloe in a dozen different ways, and yet now the time come for him to consider if he'd like to bind himself to her from now on. So much yet to experiment and to try out there, so many other girls.<br><br>And yet Chloe captivated him the most. There were the more... curvy girls out there, but Chloe had always been sweet, always been 'his' friend in a sense. Benny knew it. Perhaps it was time to enjoy their relationship's true potency.<br><br>So his hand lifted up and cupped her breast very softly, gently, feeling her flesh against his palm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Nights of Passion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2017, 10:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Chloe’s place&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting warmer<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><br>All it took was one touch to melt her. They have been this close before, fooling around, but this time there was so much tension in the air that it practically crackled between them. With a treasonous shift, her anxiety changed into something wanton and needy. <br><br><strong>”Phil.”</strong> her breath left in a wordless rush as her breast filled his palm and she settled more comfortably against him, taking his free hand and guiding it underneath her t-shirt. She wanted him to cup the other one as well. <br><br><strong>”Don’t let it get lonely.”</strong> she whispered amused. It was her way to ease the tension between them because if she were to take this too seriously, undoubtedly things will blow up. Against them, not for them.The heat coming off his body wasn’t something to take lightly.<br><br>She turned and dropped her head into the fragrant hollow of his neck, kissing it with many reverent pecks before gazing up at him. She waited with her parted lips and as he kissed her, their murmurs and their tongues intertwined. Chloe was utterly in love and she wanted him with the ferocity of someone who has been waiting for far too long and yet she felt clumsy, hesitant. His fingers kneaded her flesh, sending tingles up her chest and down her spine. <br><br>They kissed for a long time, ravenously like teenagers. Her breasts tingled at the tips and something was happening between her legs as Chloe realized that she wanted more from him. She was petite and lithe and in his arms she looked like a doll. A living, breathing, feisty doll you wouldn’t want to mess with, but to him she had always revealed her more tempered side. <br><br>When they finally broke the kiss, she caressed his stomach, sliding her small hand underneath his shirt and pressing her lower palm against his skin, wishing to touch him lower, but hesitant to do so. <br><br>
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