Dance of Life [Wistful & Black Rose]
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Wistful Dream on 18-05-2008, 23:37:16</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 23:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not believe she had let her sister talk her into this, what was she doing? The young female stared at herself in the mirror her sister's bedroom, her eyes rounded with disbelief as she regarded herself. It had to be the dress, that was it, the black and red salsa dress that clung to her torso and flared out in skirts of varying lenghts that bared more her leg then she normally showed, it made her look like someone completely different. As did the makeup, her dark emerald eyes, so dark that sometimes they appeared black where highlighted with jade and black shadow, eyeliner playing them up dramatically, her cupid bow's mouth stained red with lipstick. It was another girl who looked back at Gwenth, one with riotious sable curls that hung heavy past her shoulders, half of it upswept and pinned with a lushous fake black rose. Her fingers went up and touched the black choaker that incircled her neck, a simple silver cross hanging from it, her lips compressing as she held in a snort, only Lis would dress her up like a expensive whore and then add something that touched of piety and religion. She should change, go with a different custom, take off all the makeup and maybe even stay home for the night. How had she let Lis talk her into this again? And to speak of the devil, her sister appeared in the doorway, her face smug with satisfaction that made Gwen feel slightly uneasy. Her sister was clad in a way even more daring then her, a harem girl or a genie or bell dancer, one of those, with low slung pants of sheer fabric and a scanty top, veils placed here and there for modesty's sake, not that Lis appeared to have any. But then Lissa was a cheerleader and probably showed off more of her body in the school's uniforms then what she displayed now. A key reason Gwen had refused to join any sort of cheer or dancing squad, her skin was not for others to look at, it was to be modestly covered. Not tonight apparently.<br><br>"Come on Gwen, we'll be late!" Gwen shook her head even as Lis grabbed her hand in a tight vise and dragged her forward, inch by relunctant inch the girl was moved by her more forceful younger sister. "Lis I can not go out looking like this! What would Mom and Dad say?" "They aren't here, so there's nothing to worry about now come on, its your senior year for christ's sake, live a little Gwenie."<br><br>She drew her sister to a halt by latching onto a doorjam and shaking her head "Are you insane Lis? This isn't living a little! This is crying to get raped!" "Oh come off it Gwen, its not that bad, its not like your dressed up like an animal with only ears and expensive lingerie." "Girls do that?" Gwen asked in out right shock, her mouth dropping open. Lis nodded and sighed. "So see, its really not that bad, its not a bad thing to look hot, nor is it a sin. You should see Lottie's outfit!" The younger girl was pratically gleeful which made Gwen feel a distinct uneasy for their youngest sister, only a freshman. But Charlotte was a sensible girl, she played sports, a tom boy, what outfit of her's could be so bad? Apparently she was about to find out, because Lottie's door opened and revealed the slim 15 year old in a skin tight leather outfit, in tan of course, with feathers in her hair. <br><br>"Isn't it adorable? Matt is going to love this!" was the girl's greeting to her sisters, her hands running down her slim hips with a smirk on ehr lips. An Indian princess, okay, and...well Lottie's outfit was way more revealing then her own so she found herself a little more at ease, at least able to breath properly. Apparently Lis had been watching for that because her grip tigthened and Gwen found herself dragged, stumbling, through the living room and out the front door, Lottie following behind them to lock up things. Lis's car waited there and Gwen gave in to the unescapable. She was going, there was no avoiding it. She was careful of her skirt getting into the car and sank back in her seat in abject misery as Lis navigated the quiet streets of the development they lived in. When they were out on the outside streets there were little kids walking around with their parents hyped up on candy, Gwen found herself longing for the old days when that was what Halloween meant. Her hands clasped together as they drove, to try and still her nervous fidgeting while Lis and Lottie chattered animatedly about the party and who was going to be there.<br><br>As they pulled up to the house of the football quarter back, Ross Huyes, noise blasted through the night air, people where everywhere and Gwen's stomach dropped inside her. This was not going to be a fun night. Lottie's face lit up at the sight of the senior track runner she was dating and she was out of the car like a bullet, beelining for him. Gwen watched as the boy lifted up her sister and ran his hands down her body, kissing her heatedly. Dear God, this was not a place where she belonged. Lis was out and coming around to her side.<br><br>"Lis I'm not feeling so well, I'll just wait out here."<br><br>"Oh hell no Gwen, I spent three hours on you today, you look amazing and its about time you and everyone else was aware of now get your ass out of the car." And so Gwen found herself rousted out of the car and in the night, her body shivering slightly at the slight chill the air, she was going to die from indecent exposure. What a way to go out she thought bleakly to herself as Lis twined their arms together and headed up the walkway toward the house. Lis was smiling, moving with a fluid grace that fit a belly dancer or harem girl and it collected whistles and hoots just like she meant it to, Gwen found eyes on her and wanted to cover herself with something other then the stupid black dress. <br><br>"Lis!!" Three girls appeared at once, all but mobbing the two sisters, they were cheerleaders like Lis but Gwen didnt' recongize them at all. They were dressed like the animals Lis had mentioned earlier, a cat, a bunny and a, um, a mouse? The innocence had truly fallen. <br><br>"Omg, is that your sister Lis? The guys are going to drool!" one squealed so high that Gwen found herself flinching away from it, although her feelings on being spoken of like she wasn't there or able to understand weren't very happy. The other two looked at her and giggled. Just great. The party seemed to pulsate outward, because more and more people were gathering, Lis beaming to be the center of it all, the way she always was. Gwen was happy to let her have center stage, as long as she wasn't dragged in there with her. But Lis' hold on her arm hadn't eased at all, not while she was chatting happily with her fellow pom pomers, not while her on again off again boyfriend came up to chat. Nope, and the only reason she finally let go of Gwen? When Alex Raider approached and asked to dance.<br><br>Gwen had watched him approach, her heart caught in her throat, he was one of the most handsome guys at school hands down but he had never so much had looked at her before, not even when she had helped him with his English Lit work. Now his eyes raked up and down her body as he smiled and she found herself very uncomfortable her heart beat speeding up and her skin turned clamy. Not the rommantic vision she had had regarding his brown eyes. "Hey, Gwen, dance with me?" He had spoken in slow tones, like one would speak to a spoked animal, his grin so self confident like he couldn't picture any rejection. Her words were caught in her throat, she just stared at him and Lis finally intervened. "She'd love to Alex." And shoved her sister toward the male. Gwen wasn't use to high heels, and so she stumbled, coming up hard against his body, her nose wrinkling, he smelled like beer, sweat and too much body spray. How in the world was that suppose to be appealing. Alex flashed another smile down at her and placed his hands on her sides guiding her, touching her in a way that made her want to back away but she didn't, she felt frozen, overwhelmed by the party, by the noise that pounded into her head that was suppose to be music, the smells of alchole, chips, vomit and sweat, and the feel of his hands, hot and heavy on her body. The music made no sense, she had no beat to keep with it, not like at home when she could just let go and let the music take her, this was insanity personified. The song ended, or at least seemed to because Alex leaned forward and murmured in her ear in a manner she imagined he thought sexy and she found annoying.<br><br>"A drink for the pretty dancer? And perhaps...is this too much for you? I'm sure one of the bedrooms are open if you would like something different." How disgusting. She hid her replusion though and smiled slightly.<br><br>"Drink please." He nodded, and took her hand in his, the sweat slicking ruining any sort of niceness to the memory. She saw a sliding glass door and the cool, clear night outside it. So she tugged her hand away, smiling sheepishly "Bathroom" she mouthed and then in a whirl of skirts she headed down the hallway, not stopping at the bathroom though, but going out onto the deck instead. No one else was out here, which was nice. The cold air hit her body and she was grateful for it, it cleared her head, let her breath again even as she rubbed her hand against her skirt trying to rid it off the sensation of Alex's touch. Her whole body sighed as she trailed toward the railing, leaning against it, her chin cupped in her palms as she tilted her head back to look up at the stars, seeking the constellations, thinking about stars and facts would give her some sort of sanity to hold on to. Why had Lis brought her here? There was no point in this mindless activity, it all ended up with people wasted on cheap beer and having sex with random people. This was not what she wanted at all. If only she could find someone to really dance with, to salsa and foxtrot with, to move the way a body was suppose to move when dancing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 02:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy trembled in front of him, pinned under the steely gaze of his fiery blue eyes. "Tell me again, Duncan." The cool voice that passed his lips demanded an answer. The teenage boy kept his gaze for another moment before looking away, "S-she said that Gwen was going to be there... she promised, I made her. Kyle I swear, Lissa promised me Gwen would be there!" Kyle nodded slightly, apparently satisfied with what he heard. "Good. Alright Duncan, you can go. Mention this to anyone and you can kiss your pay goodbye." After a moment more of staring intently at the kid, he turned away. Duncan, not wanting Kyle to change his mind, fled quickly from the abandoned house that Kyle had arranged for them to meet.<br><br>Kyle wasn't about to let the real whereabouts of his haven be known to some snot nosed punk that ran errands for him. This place, surrounded by the rotting wood, burnt by fire and then soaked by rainfall, served many purposes. Not the least of which when he had to bring one of his lackeys in to report on a task. Duncan wasn't exactly one of his lackeys, but the term seemed to fit the boy. A little cash in hand and he was willing to do anything Kyle asked. It was sad really. It was the boy's own doing though, which made things just fine with him.<br><br>Kyle slowly stepped from the remnants of the battered and beaten frame of the old house, finally glad to be free of the musty scent of charred and rotting wood. The cool night breeze felt wonderful on his face, blowing the jet black hair that covered his head a little out of place. No matter, a simple stroke of his hand would set things right when the time came. His head tilted back, gazing up at the stars that were visible in the last rays of the dusky light. Duncan said Gwen would be at the party... He wasn't sure if this was the smartest thing he had done, but there was a suspicion to be confirmed.<br><br>He walked quietly along the sidewalk through the little development, passing all sorts of little kids that seemed quite unimpressed with his outfit. Why would they be? He was hardly dressed up for the occasion. He figured it would be a little cliche if he dressed up like Dracula. It wasn't that he didn't look the part, he just thought it would be a little overkill. The pale skin of his face glowed under the soft light of the street lamps; the long sleeve black dress shirt hugged his lean body. It was hard to tell by looking, but Kyle quite enjoyed the touch of silk against his skin with every motion of his body. His face held a grim look, trying at least to look like he belonged out here on the street this halloween.<br><br>He knew where the party was taking place, it wasn't a long walk. He still wished he could have taken a faster method of transportation, but he didn't trust children around his car, and drunks were worse than kids. Any other means of transportation might have been fine any night but tonight, everyone was out and about; it wouldn't have been safe. Instead, he stuck to walking.<br><br>The last rays of the sun had completely faded away by the time he arrived at the house of the local school's quarterback. His hand slid into his pocket as he walked up the front steps, the oversized jock at the door asking for a few bucks as entrance. "Just like you guys, eh? Charging the guys, letting the girls drink for free?" He grinned at the jock as his hand withdrew some cash and handed it to him. The guy stepped out of the way and Kyle brushed passed him and into the ensuing chaos inside.<br><br>He spotted Lis from across the room, standing there with Duncan and a few other girls who were amazingly more scantily clad than she was. A grin lit his face as he closed the distance, stepping in close on the open side of Lis, "Have you seen your sister? I was hoping to get a chance to dance with her." He called out, loud enough to be heard over the music. She was already midsip with a red plastic cup in her hand so she merely pointed down the hall where she had seen Gwen retreat. "Thanks," he called again and broke away from the group, his grin widening slightly.<br><br>He walked slowly down the hall, careful to step over the people who were already either passed out on the floor or laying together to make out. He figured that they had probably just been too drunk to make it up the stairs so they just decided to go at it where they were. Whatever the case, he rolled his eyes and kept trudging passed the bathroom and finally out onto the deck. There weren't very many places that she could have gone; considering the noise inside, he had little doubt that he would find her out here.<br><br>Sure enough, he caught sight of someone standing on the balcony. Turning, he slowly shut the door to the deck, causing most of the noise from inside to drown out, and walked quietly to the spot beside her, resting against the railing like she was. "A little crazy inside, isn't it? Too many drunks for my taste though, do you mind if I join you out here?" He spoke without looking at her, his voice soft and melodious, audible now that the door had been shut.<br><br>His hand rose up, running through his hair and making it fall back into place, not that it really mattered. It was dark outside, the cool night lit only by the stars and the pale glow of the moon. He might have been the only person at the party not in costume. Then again, as he was obviously much more dressed up for the occasion, it was quite possible that the silk dress shirt and slacks that he was wearing were indeed his costume, covering the pale, cool flesh beneath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 03:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had lost herself in the sky, the stars calling to her mind as she mentally retold herself the tales of the Greek myths that so many of them represented. What would it have been like to have been born back then? She wondered idly to herself as she leaned against the railing, the cool night air lingering around her in a protective coil to her mind. It was chill outside, and there was the mass of humanity that seemed so dreadfully appealing to all but her that kept most of the others inside. She perfered the stars for her companions, although after standing in that position long enough she became aware that her feet were starting to ache slightly, thanks to the high heels she never wore. Lis was sweet most of the time but there would be no more parties for Gwen, they were simply too alien to her. She wanted to be at home with her books, with her music, with solitude. She should just leave now, but no, she would probably end up being the only one sober of the sisters, the one who drove the other two home. <br><br>When the sound of the door shutting came, cutting off the noise pollution that emited from the depths of the house and the epicenter of the party she frowned, slowly straightening and standing up, her body moving slowly after spending so long frozen in one position. Who would have follow her out here? Hopefully not Alex, oh heavens not him please, she prayed silently, bracing herself before begining to turn toward the door, toward the person who had intruded on her solitude. And it most certainly was not Alex. No this male was no one she had ever seen before. And he lounged against the railing in a mimic of the pose she had just held. Her green eyes darkened and she took a step away from him, her expression wary and slightly annoyed until he began to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;"A little crazy inside, isn't it? Too many drunks for my taste though, do you mind if I join you out here?" He was being polite, that was a marked improvement over the other boys she had encountered so far tonight so she nodded slowly, warily still although she resumed her position on the railing, her head tilting back again to stare up at the stars above, trying to ignore the fact that perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen was beside her and his voice was like a sinful melody to her ears. What silly thoughts, perhaps her own wits were being dimmed just by exposure to the air the rest of the party goers were breathing. Certainly they weren't good for much else other the polluting life around them currently. It was like one giant orgy, or something similar to one. Why even call it a party when its only reason was a veihcle to getting females drunk and males laid.<br><br>She glanced sideways at him for a moment, curiousity in her eyes, before she finally spoke, moving away from him slightly again. "Why are you at a party like this? Your clothes make you more of a outsider then my distaste makes me, and you certainly don't appear to have been forced to this..this celebration" she finally settled on a more neutral word to use then the ones she was thinking in regards to the activities filling the night. Why was she speaking her mind now in such a blunt manner? She did not know, other then perhaps the fact that insanity had claimed a slight measure of her mind under the duress of the party, her clothing and the over all experience.<br><br>Experience, that was a nice way of putting it, a way that seemed far too slight when the door opened again and this time Alex emeraged from the madness of the party with two red cups in his hand. He grinned at her and then glared slightly at the sight of another male so close to her. That made her want to laugh and she had to turn away to cover it, her hand coming up to smoother the giggles that threatened to release, really what right did Alex have to be jealous of her? She showed up, dressed quiet differently but that meant nothing, just like helping him with his english meant nothing. Males were such silly creatures she decided even as she tense when she felt the air behind her stir and the felt his hands on her shoulders, one hand coming around to offer her the cup. His hands were still hot and heavy and just wrong to her and she fought not to display her revulsion, it wasn't polite to go screaming in the night simply because someone touched her. But she hated people touching her, always had, her body shrinking away from the contact in a way she had never quiet understood. She took the cup, muttering a low, insincere thank you although her nose wrinkled at the smell that reach her sensative nostrils from it. It was probably laced she reflected, lifting it to her lips to pretend a sip.<br><br>"Found you, decide you wanted privacy after all Gwenie?" He asked in that grating voice of his. She turned, swiftly, teetering on her shoes and found her lips compressed as she in clipped tones said "Don't call me that. Only my sister's call me that and you are most certainly not family or close enough to address me that way."<br><br>"Calm down, meant no harm." What was it with males? An easy smile and a few words were not all it took to charm her into something. She had more brains then that. But he reached out to touch her again, his hands running down her arms and she shivered, her mind blanking out in response as the cup dropped from her nerveless fingers to spill the thin golden liquid over the deck and Alex's shoes. He cursed and withdrew and she leaned backward against the railing, her eyes half lidded as she tried to shake off the sensation of his hands on her. <br><br>"You're not anywhere near as much fun as your sister, I'm off..." and with that Alex retreated and she reached up to rub her temples, fighting away a headache and the urge to vomit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 04:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle noted that she stepped away from him already. He didn't quite blame her, with what was going on inside. He might have been a little worried had she stayed still and not moved at all. His gaze shifted to hers, meeting the curiosity in her eyes with inviting politeness. It was true, he was probably much overdressed for this, and he hadn't been forced into coming here. Had she known that he was probably the main reason that she had been dragged here, she might not have been so happy. All the better that she had no idea who he was, yet.<br><br>Just as his mouth opened to speak, Alex returned. Kyle suddenly got the impression that Alex was little more than a sack of useless flesh and bones. Kyle thought better of answering her question just yet, remaining silent so as to not interrupt the exchange that was taking place. Kyle turned now, on the railing, so the he could watch more clearly how she reacted to what he was doing. He would normally have hurt the guy for touching someone he had taken an interest in the way he was, but Gwenth seemed to find just as much dislike in the way Alex touched her as he did. It would be interesting indeed.<br><br>He held back a soft laugh at the way he talked to her, as if he could charm her with a few half drunk words and make her leave Kyle's presence. Children never learned. He actually did laugh, however, when she turned on Alex and berated him for his use of the nickname. It was soft, nearly inaudible with the open door letting the music onto the porch again. He really couldn't find much use for the music just yet, other than being loud enough to cover any sounds he made.<br><br>Then Alex touched her again, causing the smile to drain from Kyle's face. He would have stepped in to force Alex away from her had she not dropped the cup of beer that splashed all over Alex's legs and feet. Instead Kyle just shook his head with a sigh and followed Alex to the door, shutting it behind him before returning to his spot against the railing, facing her this time. Now that the deck was once more shrouded in peaceful quiet, he could answer her freely.<br><br>"You are right, I wasn't forced to come here by anyone. I was invited here by a friend of mine who said this would be a much nicer, more classy party, so I dressed up. Much to my surprise," he shrugged, brushing his fingers through his hair again before settling himself against the railing, "It turned out to be a normal high school party, filled with tons of drunk guys trying to take advantage of unsuspecting girls, with the one intelligent one of the group standing outside in the cold where it is safe." Kyle let his lips curl into a small grin once more as he looked at her.<br><br>"You asked me why I was here... Well, you might say that I am here, out on this porch with you, because like you I do not believe in getting drunk and finding the nearest sack of worthless flesh to fulfill desires that are fueled by cheap beer and loud music." He shrugged his shoulders, gazing away from her back up at the stars, "I would much prefer standing out here, where it is quiet, and have an intelligent person to share a conversation with."<br><br>Finally, his body turned back to the railing, facing the back yard that dropped away from the deck and the treeline at the edge of the neatly trimmed grass. She seemed a bit intriguing in her own way. Either she hated Alex, or she hated the way he touched her. Either way, she was definitely causing his interest to rise. That, and he still had to be sure of something. He just wasn't entirely sure on how he would go about doing that just yet. Perhaps there would be a way soon, for now, he would play things by ear.<br><br>Now that he had answered her question, it was time to answer his, "You never did tell me if I could join you. I suppose if you find my company is distasteful as the guy who was just out here, I could go find another deck to waste the last hours of Halloween on." His grin had returned, a gesture that was obviously audible in his words. He had no doubt that she would ask him to leave, but one never knew. To prevent further interruptions from drunk patrons of the party, he allowed a tendril of shadow to work its way into the lock on the door behind them and snap it locked. As long as he held his concentration on that, it would remain that way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 06:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes did not open again until the sound from the party was cut off again, she hid in the darkness behind her eyelids, trying to find a semblance of her composure of sanity which she seemed sadly in danger of loosing. Lis was a sweet heart but about tonight her spirit was mean, she should have known how Gwen would react to a party like this. She had been so insistant about her attendance that Gwen had finally stopped fighting, she didn't like arguements ever, and Lis knew that. She felt the need to go rattle her sister, make it obivious that this was wrong and that Gwen was not enjoying herself at all, not in the way that Lis had promised over and over that she would. Was this enjoyment? Being man handled by a boy, wanting to vomit just from the smells that overwhelmed her overly receptive senses?<br><br>Her eyes opened and refouced on the other male, intaking again his allure, with those brilliant blue eyes and the hair the color of ebony, it probably shone blue highlights, not like hers' her's was a brown so dark it appeared almost black but gleamed in the sun with gold and red hidden the depths of the heavy curls. She glanced away, uncomfortable yet again, this time with her own response to the male. Why should he draw a response from her different from the one most illicted? She did not know that made her wary, uneasy.<br><br>"Your friend lied obiviously and the only reason I may seem particularly intelligent to you is simply my soberity. I assure you there is novelty about me, nothing overly interesting, you want interesting address my sister." Her voice spoke in a manner that was polite, yet her words showed a slight bitterness and a rueful humor laced through them like acid through a base. She turned her body away from him, leaning against one of the pillars that supported the roof above them, pressing her face into the prick of the wood brought back her sense of being grounded, her meeting with the earth. It was odd, no one else quiet seemed to understand how touching certain things, how certain sensations agianst her skin could put her at ease or make the hair on the back of her neck stand up like a cat faced with danger. She was someone who relied and lived heavily on sensations and what they told her. <br><br>"I will not ask you to leave because I do not find your company as replusive as Alex's but neither will I welcome you to make any advances should that be what you have in mind." Perhaps she was sharp tonight but she felt on edge, something was happening, the air seemed different, tonight had been leading up to something that she did not know and could not name but she felt it, it shivered through her, whispering in the back of her mind and she felt half mad with the need to know what in the world it was. She paced away from the railing, her hands trailing along the railing in the semi darkness they stood in, wanting to feel more wood, to find something that anchored her mind. Her wandering hands came across a stereo, the in press of a button emitted an audible click in the silence that now held them and then the strains of salsa music played through into her ears. Her lips quirked at the irony of the music and her costume before she gave into a moment's flighting fancy and whirled, her skirt moving with her in a dance against her skin and her lips parted in a soft chuckle of mirth at herself. Here, at least, was something that she enjoyed, this music, as it filled her ears and poured over her, into her was a soothing balm to her soul.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 14:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle followed her at a close distance, watching her carefully as she pressed up against the wood in various spots. His thoughts drifted to her suggestion, thinking of her sister as the interesting one. If he wanted an underage drunken girl to tend his needs, he might go look for her sister. As he was interested in much more tasteful fare, it seemed the wiser choice to stay here with Gwen. Her tone had conveyed meaning enough for him, allowing him a little more understanding of the girl in front of him. She was a prickly thing; he had to be careful not to get stuck just yet.<br><br>His footfalls seemed to mirror hers, keeping him at a set distance. Her words echoed in his ear, much to his amusement. If only she had known the truth about why she was here. Her sobriety only had a little to do with his current attraction to her. His eyes, much more well adjusted, followed her trail to the stereo that she was walking toward. What he found when that <em>click</em> broke their newfound silence made him grin at the unexpected opportunity. This was going to be much easier than he had originally figured.<br><br>His body pushed away from the railing, moving a slow, deliberately wide circle around her. His grin widened a good bit at her twirl, confirming his suspicions. She was much more than she gave herself credit for, at least openly. His eyes stayed lock to her face as he came around her front, facing her now. Her little chuckle was met with a softened smile his face showing his confidence. "So, your costume seems nearly as transparent as mine does. I can assure you, I mean to make no advances on you this evening. Instead, perhaps I might indulge your fancy."<br><br>His weight shifted, his body sliding forward in time with the music. As his back foot came forward, his brow arched, visible easily under the dull glow of light that was present here against his pale skin. "Can you dance as well as you speak? And no... I do not mean the whirling dervish of insanity that your siblings and their friends have partaken in inside the house." He rested his gaze comfortably on her face, waiting once more to catch her eyes and read her responses. She wasn't particularly hard to read, given her current state of mind.<br><br>Now that the sounds of the night had been drowned out once again, Kyle was at more of an advantage. Her apparent enjoyment for the music that had filled the air around them made the exchange between them all the easier for him to manipulate. If she could dance to the Salsa music, he would indulge her fantasy. If she couldn't, he might just have to teach her. The Salsa was an easier dance, one he was well accustomed to. Depending on her level of skill at the dance, which he would hopefully find out pretty quickly, he would be certain to give her a dance that she would not soon forget.<br><br>For now, he made no unwanted advanced to her, seeing as she had said that she didn't want them. He was already forming a little respect for the girl. He brought his hand up slowly, causing the silk of his shirt to rustle against itself and his skin. The feeling only enriched his smile and enhanced the offer of his hand. The look on his face sent a very clear, very transparant message, <em>If I wanted interesting, I think that I am in the right place.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 17:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Transparent?” She queried to him back, her eyes fluttering open even as she asked the question with her very body, her head tilting slightly, her whole body frozen in one pose as if she were a bird about to leap into flight. He was in front of her now, having moved while she had given into the delight of the music that provided the much needed balm to her nerves, yet the way he looked at her, his eyes intense upon her face made her much more aware of the need for the music, for something to anchor her to reality, in his eyes, that lay the way to madness, a way that was most inviting as well. <br><br>She took a slight step backward at the movement of his body, watching him with eyes reflecting both wariness and curiosity in equal measure, and beneath, in a part of her she would not even admit to had she been fully aware of it was a wistful longing that lent her emerald eyes the gleam of a jewel. Her flight of fancy, he would indulge her that and make no advances she did not wish? It was a deal and a dance with the devil of that she was sure but this devil was less frightening then what lay inside the house, this man at least had promised not to do anything to her, surely that must count for something. She laughed at herself mentally, knowing that her weakening was because he had found out so easily what she wanted the most. How many days had she spent wishing to dance with someone to music like this, to dance the way it was meant to be. <br><br>She shook&nbsp; her head, denying any sort of eloquence with her words, she did not find her own words inspiring by any means or in any way. Yet with his movements, those eyes upon her skin she found herself drawn to him like a moth to the flame, and she spared a moment to sent a fleeing prayer that this engagement would not end with her end being the same as that of a moth. “No, for I have had little chance to dance as it was meant to...I dance with the air as my partner and my own body telling me the moves...” She flushed at that, a pink blush touching her cheeks as she broke the bridge between their eyes before glancing upward once more, she refused to show any fear or shyness before him, she may be a wallflower and quiet but she backed down before no one, she had pride within her. <br><br>Gwen moved back from him, her feet moving in her high heels, her hips swaying as her arms lifted and she began to move with the air, she needed no one to indulge her flight of fancy, she was no child to be petted or cosseted. The cool air moved against her body, up her skirt and around her shoulders, a caress of a phantom. Her muscles strained and then relaxed, slipping into the movements as she gave way to the music’s intoxicating effect on her system. If she wanted something she would have it, by herself if need be. She glanced at him, her green eyes dark in the night even as she smiled at him, the music buoying her spirit until she tossed out words of teasing. “Though you&nbsp; may dance with me if you chose I have no wish to be indulged like a child....” her hands rested on her hips for a minute as she froze again, her eyes glittering darkly “For I am no child and I have no wish to be treated like one.”<br><br>But when her eyes took in the smile on his lips and the offer of his hand she felt something inside her warm further, loosening her hold on her wariness. She took a step forward, her eyes fixed upon his face, and then another step, slowly coming to him, drawn by the look in his eyes, she had never seen that look on anyone’s face before, not directed at her. It was the most flattering compliment ever delivered to her and all without words which made it so much better. “But...I would like to dance.” She admitted, slipping her smaller hand within his.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 21:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle allowed his left arm to sweep around her body and draw her in against him, poising her arm atop his in the classic, albeit close, dancing position. The hand she had given him raised off to the side, suddenly feeling the pressure he put against her hand. It was a soft pressure, but the tension was a promise to be her guide. Unlike the boy earlier who had ran his hands against her body, trying to feel her in a sexual way, there was a feel of authority to his touch, his cool fingers against her skin. His gaze seemed to intensify now that she was closer to him, those fiery blue eyes locking on hers.<br><br>His lips curled into a small smile as he looked down at her face, her scent rising to titillate his senses. If it weren't for the music playing in the background, he might have thought that they were suspended in time. The feel of her heart beating in her chest, the sound of hear breathing, the way her entire body felt against the silk of his shirt, against his own body, nearly made him shiver with delight. He had wasted no time by simply pulling her against his body. Now, it was time to give her what she asked for.<br><br>His mind shifted from her body to the beats of the music. His eyes never moved away from hers, though they suddenly shined with a new brightness, an intensity that said, quite simple, <em>Follow my lead.</em> His foot tapped the wooden beam underneath just once before stepping into her, the tension on her hand leading her body with every step that he took. It appeared to him that she enjoyed the silence, something he had no problem with. The sound of their feet against the wooden deck below as he guided her through a fast paced series of steps and twirls, pushing her body away at points, coming together just as firmly as the first time he had touched her. The only time his eyes left hers were while he spun her, but his gaze returned as her body came to his.<br><br>There was just something so succulent about watching her while she was so completely pliable to his touch. His steps were flawlessly timed with the music, the motions of his body and hands making it easier for her to follow. The Salsa wasn't a terribly difficult dance to begin with, though the more comfortable she got with the fast pace of the music, the easier he found for her to follow his lead, the more complicated the exchanges he introduced to her became. With every step, he could see more and more just how little of a child she really was.<br><br>As long as they were together, he kept his chest pressed against hers with nothing but the silky mesh of clothing between their bodies. He kept his eyes locked to hers, given the lighting, making it seem that he were gazing into pools of onyx. It gave him a bit of a rush every time he puller her around so that the moonlight landed on her face, illuminating her features, only to turn her away a moment later so the moonlight would illuminate his. This was as much a dance between two bodies as it was between their minds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 17:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His gaze pierced through her, she could feel it in her very core, those brilliant sapphire eyes that gazed only at her in this one moment, her body taunt with the tension that his hand spread through her. Her breath caught slightly in her chest, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she looked up at him, the coolness of his skin causing her own to warm further and the feel, the knowledge of his control over her body sending a slight temor through her. This was something beyond all her experiences, yet she did not move away, for the feel of her hand in his, of his other hand on her back holding her to him was not a bad feeling, just...different.<br><br>Her heart was speeding, Gwen could tell that even as he smiled down at her and sent her silly nerves clamouring, butterflies erupted within her and found their way to her stomach. The music still filled the night around them but she was thinking soothing no more, no now she was given over to the sensation of being held in his arms, the feel of her body pressed against him. What was happening to her? She wondered idly, unable to think much more because her body was reacting to his touch, to his authority over her. His eyes spoke to her, telling her and she nodded slightly, showing her surrender to him for this one moment in time. Gwen moved with his steps, following as she was suppose to in this dance, her body was heating more, slicking slightly with prespiration even as her heart beat sped to almost match the beat of the music. She was alive completely in this moment, in a way she had never been before. Her awareness of her body, of the night air agianst her skin and his chill touch on her body took over any capacity for thought. <br><br>She moved, faster and faster, her skirts whirling as he spun her, moving away and coming back, always coming back like the ocean tide came back to the shore, Gwen sank into it, into this feeling, into the one moment of time that she was dancing with him. When they were apart the cold air whispered against her skin, making her aware of the heat her body was generating when they were brought together again, when they were so close that only their clothing kept them from being one being instead of two. And just as she came back to him she could not tear her eyes away from his gaze, she fell into the twin pools of his eyes and was glad to do so. And this was only a taste of what could happen, that knowledge was in her body, that there was more that they could do together but her mind did not understand the yearning that had awakened in her and so her eyes held that question for him though she made no move to speak and shatter the bliss that was this moment.<br><br>Heavy, loud knocks broke threw though, and she glanced toward the door, confusion in the emerald iris', stumbling slightly in the dance, awkward once more on her heels and she came up hard against his chest. She looked back up at him, not moving anymore, just lean against him, relishing the feeling of being here before she pulled away swiftly, her cheeks suffusing with a blush as she wrapped her arms around herself and blinked, trying to regain clear thoughts, and her eyes darkened, withdrawing as even she did within herself, falling beneath the mask she had created again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 19:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle was pushing her onward out of sheer pleasure now, feeding off the sound of her heart thudding in her chest and the scent rising from her moistened skin. The chill night air was cool even against his own exposed flesh as he finished another of her twirls before bringing her back against his chest. The music was good, but her body was better. The dance was becoming less to the music from the radio and more to the music of their bodies, her breath, her heartbeat, and the sounds that emanated from both of them.<br><br>He heard the knocks coming from the door as she did. He, however, had known they would come eventually, having locked the door himself. With her stumble, he corrected, bringing her hard against his chest and stilling their dance. He helped her back into her balance, holding her there until she pulled away. His eyes enveloped her entire body in their gaze, searching from head to toe to find just the right thing. With a satisfied grin, he took one more step in close to her. His hands moved to rest gently against hers as his body leaned in, placing a very quick, very soft kiss against her cheek.<br><br>The gesture was but a whisper of a promise for more, to fulfil the desires that had risen in her body while they danced. He spoke nothing to her as he pulled away from her, slipping backwards a moment before turning and walking down the steps of the deck. As soon as he was clear, the lock of the door clicked quietly open. Kyle had no need to keep it closed any longer. He had confirmed his suspicions and now had to make plans for the following day. He retreated only as far as the treeline, never glancing back to steal a final look at her. Once amongst the trees, he let his body melt to the shadows.<br><br><div align="center">* * *</div><br>Kyle flipped through the various files in the cabinet, searching for the right one. It didn't take long to find the right one, since they had been kept in a neat order. His eyes scanned slowly through the list until he found the right name, committing the numbers to memory. He pushed the file back into place and closed the cabinet, watching the tendril of shadow seep from the lock. A little grin spread over his lips as he took hold of the shadowy wisp and closed his hand around it. Now all he needed to do was find the right one.<br><br>He passed quietly from the office out into the hallways. It had been only an hour since the dance and his mind was still reeling with the passion that he had seen deep in her soul. He replayed every moment of their dance in his head, going through every look on her face, every touch of their skin, every sound she made. She would be his. Now it was just a matter of time and place. First, he had to set the trap. That wouldn't be the difficult part. The trap itself was fairly simplistic, he had no need to worry.<br><br>He scoured the hallways as he walked, searching every one he passed for the right plate with the correct numbers. His hand slid against the metal doors as he browsed. Judging from the numbers, he wasn't far off, but hers would be a little further down the hallway. He kept careful watch as he got closer, finally stopping as he found the right one. His hand rested on the lock as the shadowy wisp slid into it from the keyhole, popping it open. Carefully, he opened her locker and gazed inside.<br><br>He wasn't here to take anything. Quite the opposite actually. He concentrated just a moment before reaching into her locker and setting down the object he had figured would best convey the message. A little smile curled his lips as he looked down at the rose he had created from the abyss itself. It was entirely black, yet little different than a normal rose would be. The stem felt the same as a normal rose's would. The flower itself, in bloom, gave off the slightest sweet fragrance. She would know this was from him, since it was very similar to the scent that clung to his body naturally. He ran his fingers over the rose just once, to ensure that it was indeed silky smooth.<br><br>Satisfied with the trap, he closed her locker quietly, so as not to disturb any security that might be patrolling the halls of her school. He slid the lock into place and clicked it shut, retrieving his shadowy wisp in the process. He turned away from her locker now, walking back through the halls, intent on leaving the same way he came in, through the office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 21:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The knocking had increased in sound and speed, someone wanted through and badly apparently, but it was only a bee's buzzing in her ears for the moment, with his gaze searching her body in a way that made her want to dress like a nun, and the knowledge that even then his gaze could return to do the same thing took up her attention. Her body flushed in response yet she did not raise her hands as instinct demanded she do, no she met his gaze unflinching and found that she was secretly glad his brilliant eyes could look so upon her form. Then he came closer and she stilled, a rabbit before a predator, his hands slid against hers the brush of their flesh bringing back the memories of just minutes before, the heady sensation of dancing in his arms. He kissed her. <br><br>Gwen was still in shock, the kiss jolted something inside her, though as he went she held out a hand as if to stay him, to keep him here. Why would he leave now? Did he not wish to dance more? She didn't want him to leave. And those thoughts made her turn her back to his retreating figure, she refused to watch him leave and long anymore to dance in his arms. She was not a fool. Tonight had been a miracle, it would not be repeated and she refused to waste time asking for things that were pointless. Pointless, no, their dance had not been that, she could still feel the imprint of his touch on her skin and she mourned each moment that his touch faded and air replaced it, although the sensation of his hands seemed burned into her very bones now. <br><br>The door thudded open, the noise seeming to explode outward, drowning out the Latin music that had transported her into that magical world and she flinched away from it. Lis was at the front of the group that moved outward, the movements of the throng reminding her rather forcibly of the old movie thriller the Blob. She stifled a laugh at that. <br><br>"Where in the world have you been Gwen...?" Lis asked in a slightly angry tone, although her words were lisping very badly thanks to the amount of cheap beer she had downed. Gwen made herself laugh, it sounded false and high to her ears but her sister didn't notice, not with Duncan behind her, fondling her body. "Just out here, clearing my head. I'm driving home now, you want a ride?" Lis shook her head, and pulled out the keys from where she had stashed them, within her bra. "No, no Lottie and I are going to stay here, cover with the rent's kay?"<br><br>Gwen merely nodded, taking the keys and steeling herself before she re entered the hell hole of the middle of the party, hurrying through it and releasing a heavy sigh of relief as she came out on to the front walk way. She paused, bending down to strip off her high heels before walking slowly toward the car, trying to re order her nerves and her thoughts. Gwen rubbed her temples after tossing the shoes in the back, had it all been just a dream? It felt like it now and she had never even learned his name...<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br>Today had been horribly long, and her feet hurt. She sighed as she kicked off her shoes and headed down the hallway toward her room. She had glanced in the garage on&nbsp; her way in and her parents were still gone at their conference. Gwen opened the door to Lis’ room and sure enough the younger girl was sprawled out on her bed, sleeping away the last of what must have been a wicked hang over. Lottie was MIA but the hellion vanished all the time. So it was a normal day, and as normal she had covered for her sister’s at school and gone to all her classes, stayed after for Student Government and tutored elementary school kids. <br><br>But there was something that was not normal about the day though. She closed the door to her room and drops her binders on her desk, picking up a hair tie to put up her hair in a messy bun with curls escape even as she sat on the edge of her bed and opened her oversized bag to withdraw the rose. When she had woken up today she had wondered if it had all been nothing more then a dream, had gone to school laughing mentally at herself. Then she had opened her locker and inside was what now lay in her hands.<br><br>A black rose. She lifted it upward, inhaling the scent softly, it smelled like he did. Her eyes closed and she was back, it was last night again and they were dancing, and blending together in the chill air and the Latin music. She blinked and shook her head, she was being silly. Gwen placed the rose tenderly on her night table and stood, peeling off her clothing to exchange them for her bathing suit. She was going to take her mind off things; swimming laps would be good and wear her out so she could fall asleep. <br><br>She walked through the quiet house, everything in her life seemed quiet and gray, dull, everything but that dance. No, she wouldn’t think of it. Her hands opened the sliding glass door, leaving it open as she discarded her towel and hair tie on one of the chairs and dove straight into the clear water, the liquid felt chill against her skin and she welcomed it because her other thoughts fell away.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 09:08:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle woke with the first promise of dusk. His eyes fluttered open and he began to stretch. He thought, at times, it was a little cliche to be sleeping in his coffin, but he rather liked the satin lining and the plush pillowing that had lined the inner walls. It fit so well with his attitude most often, and protected him very well from the possibilities of sunlight. He pushed the lid open and sat up, getting out after a moment. To him, it was no different than a bed, except it only had room for him. After a moment of getting used to standing up, something he did every evening, he shook his head and stepped from the little room his coffin was held in and into the larger room that made up his bedroom.<br><br>His thoughts immediately shifted to the prior night as he gazed about the room. His eyes landed on his bed, seeing Gwen's body writing in the sheets as he played with her. He grinned at the thought, wondering how long he could make her wait before finally letting her experience every joy that life had to offer. At the same time, he wondered how thick the tension might get between the two of them before she was taut like a harp string, ready to be plucked by him whenever he saw fit.<br><br>He peeled his eyes away from the bed with a shake of his head. There was a game to play first. It was going to take a while before he would see her body naked in his bed. The longer it took, the sweeter it would be when it finally happened. He had no doubt in his mind that it would indeed happen, it was just a matter of time. Thankfully he had all the time in the world. She had a long time as well, just not as long as he did. If he had his way, that wouldn't be an issue for long. He had long since learned the technique of preserving someones youth without actually embracing them.<br><br>He let his mind move to other things as he opened his closet, selecting another of his silky dress shirts and slipping it on. He took a pair of slacks and slid them on, looking quite similar to how he had the night before, only this time his shirt was a deep twilight blue. Finally he pulled a drawer open and pulled out a pair of black dress socks and slid them onto his feet. He enjoyed looking his best and, as he glanced sidelong into the mirror, enjoyed being dressed in fine clothing. It allowed him a certain distinction between himself and other leeches of the night. Most of them were ravenous blood sucking lunatics, from his experience. Kyle was different. He had class. He had taste.<br><br>After another moment of gazing at himself in the mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair, settling the strands in place, and pulled his eyes away. He wasn't overly worried about his appearance tonight. He knew that he looked great from his glance in the mirror and that was all that he needed to see. He was going to visit Gwen at her home. With any luck, he would catch her outside and not have to intrude. He still wasn't entirely sure which bedroom she slept in, since he had never been to her house, but the file from the school had given him the address. Thankfully, she didn't live too far away.<br><br>He moved quietly through the empty halls of his home, gazing into the rooms that were fully furnished but never used. His feet fell silently against the soft, carpeted floors. His house was immaculate, and why not? He almost never entertained guests here. He didn't have any real pets, except for that one... thing... that sometimes came around. He still wasn't sure what it was, but he figured it was somehow demonic. Either that or it was just the neighbors dog. He didn't know but it made some awful noises at times during the day and often made it hard to get restful sleep.<br><br>Once again, he found the most appropriate form of travel to be his feet. He slid his feet into his shoes and took the keys from the counter for the front door. Now, his footfalls were marked by the soft thuds of his shoes against the tile that ran the length of the hallway that led to the front door. Amidst the empty rooms of his home, the noise echoed faintly. He didn't bother lingering any longer than he had to, so as he stepped outside the front door, he locked it quickly behind him, and set off for Gwen's house. At least it was quiet tonight.<br><br>He rounded the last corner as the last rays of the sun were fading to darkness and the stars and moon overhead were offering the only natural light. Of course the street lights were illuminating the sidewalk, but the pale glow was much preferred to the harsh yellow light from the lamps. He shook his head as he considered one of mans greatest inventions and how damaging it was to the natural beauty of things. With a disgruntled sigh, he continued down the sidewalk to her house.<br><br>The first order of business was to determine if she was outside. Seeing as she wasn't outside the front of her house, he walked around to the back. There, much to his delight, he found her swimming in the pool. Silent as can be, he brought his hand up, gently pulling the screen door back. Much to his dismay, however, the door wasn't nearly as silent as he was hoping it would be. Fearful that he would startle her with the sound, he moved to stand just inside the door and call out to her. "My dearest Gwenth, I was hoping I would get to see you tonight." Though his voice was quiet, it carried easily through the otherwise quiet night air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 22:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sliced through the water, swimming with a tight control over her muscles, swift and efficent, her mind focused only on the movements of her body and breathing. Yet the image of that black rose came back again and again against the backdrop of her eyelids. She could not forget him, yet she did not even know his name. How silly was that? She had no idea who that guy had been and they had only danced for&nbsp; christ's sake, yet it felt like so much more then dancing. She remembered his hands on her body, directing her, teaching her how to move beyond what she herself knew, the speed at which they had danced, the luminosity of his eyes. <br><br>Gwen heard the door and started in surprise, smacking her head against the pool when she kept moving forward toward the edge of the pool for all that her arms stopped moving. "Ow!" She cried, moving back and nearly floundering in the water, her head going under. She popped back up, pulling herself up by the side of the pool to sit on the edge, rubbing her hand through her streaming wet curls. She was going to kill Lis for doing this, she knew better then to just open the door and startle her. Gwen was the least graceful of the sisters when not dancing, hitting her head or walking into things was something she did all to often. Yet even as her eyes flew across toward the door ready to yell at her sister she saw him, her breath catching in her throat, eyes widening to resemble something close to a deer in the headlights. <br><br>And he knew her name, had she told him last night? No, she did not think so, she certainly hadn't told him her full name, hardly anyone knew that. And his dearest? How in the world was she his dearest anything. She considered standing, going for her towel rather then letting him see her in her swimsuit, she was always self concious in anything less then jeans and a T, but that meant moving closer so she slipped back into the water, her arms staying on the edges to make her treading easier before she dipped under the water again and swam for the swallow end. She would be able to stand and look at him but with the water between him and her, that was the best compromise. <br><br>As she surfaced she drew in a breath, her lips parting to do so her eyes closed for that moment as she recovered herself and then those dark green eyes fixed on him again, curious and wary once more, the longing that had been there last night present again. "How did you get here? Why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 02:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle walked over to the edge of the water with a slight frown as she retreated. He was a little worried about how hard she had hit her head, but she seemed fine enough now. The water did little to hide her body from his eyes, though her spent his time watching her face instead. There would be time to admire her body later if things went well, but not tonight. Tonight he had an entirely different reason to be here. Tonight, he kepthis eyes in check.<br><br>"I walked here." His voice was cool soft, obviously speaking so that she would have to pay attention in order to be certain that she heard him properly. The only other option she would have would be to come closer, but that wasn't his goal just yet. "I came to apologize for running off like I did last night, it was rude. I trust that you got the rose this morning." his lips rose into a smile at the mention of his gift. He offered no excuse as to how he had put it there. In fact, he only paused for a moment before speaking again. "I also came to offer you something I was unable to give you last night."<br><br>His words trailed off with his lips coming back together in that soft, inviting smile. He paused now, waiting for a moment as he watched her in the water. She was a delightful sight, positively beautiful. He pushed the thought from his mind, forcing himself back on track, "It was a pleasure dancing with you and it meeting you. I'm Kyle Bordeux. I am sure that you have a lot of questions in your head, so... I would like a chance to answer some of them..."<br><br>He shifted his weight back, tossing his head lightly to rustle his hair and let it fall back into place just right. His smile shifted to a slightly more serious look and he crouched down at the side of the pool. Even though she was on the other side of the pool, he extended his hand out to her over the water, as if waiting for her to come take it. "Would you join me for dinner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 21:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked here? She blinked, startled by that, he had known where she lived and simply walked here. Along with knowing her full name which hardly anyone did. Who was this guy and why was he so interested in her? She just couldn’t understand it yet although there was a thrill running through her body it wasn’t quiet one of fear, fear was there but so slight and small it hardly really touched her senses. <br><br>Senses that with him around, seemed to heighten, the water was a cool sheath around her body, the night air slightly cool but still heated from the sun of the day. She could feel his eyes on her. Her body seemed to tighten in anticipation of something she didn’t even known just in response to his glittering gaze. Then his apology caught her off guard and she laughed, shaking her head in rueful humor. “No apology needed for that, it wasn’t like you had come with me, there was no reason for you to come if you were bored by me.” <br><br>She shrugged, reaching up to pull all of her hair over her right shoulders, the heavy curls heavier with the wet. Then he mentioned the rose, it was him? That smell was the scent of him that she had inhaled so much of last night. She nodded, shakily, her body reacting instinctively to his words with her blood flowing faster through her body in response. “That was from you?” <br><br>She asked softly, the question not really directed toward him, because of course, who else could it have come from. Offer her something more? He had danced with her and given her a flower, abet an odd one, that was more then anyone else had ever graced her with before. Then he smiled again and her body flushed, she could feel the heat of her own skin in juxtaposition to the chill of the pool water. “Oh um…thank you, it was a pleasure of my part as well.” <br><br>Gwen replied, his way of speaking was refreshingly formal compared to the slang words that littered the vocabulary of the high school boys she came in contact with. And his name, she finally knew his name. Kyle, Kyle Bordeux, that was French right? A French man, possibly the most handsome man she had seen up close had found out her real name, where she lived and given her a rose. She must be dreaming, or insane. Then his hand extended toward her, out across the water with all the distance between them, an offer for her to come to him. And she responded, taking a step toward him in the water.<br><br>Dinner, with him, just the two of them alone again, but not dancing this time, so perhaps that yearning in her body wouldn’t come into play again, perhaps it would just be a nice night out with a handsome guy. She glanced down at herself, her lips twitching slightly. “If you don’t mind waiting on a shower and a change of clothes for me. I’m not exactly dressed for the moment.” And then Gwen blinked, startled at herself and the response she had given before really thinking about it. But she had said it, so she turned in the water, going for the steps, walking slowly out of the water, her swimsuit clinging to her body as water ran off her, the simple black one piece showing the clean lines of her body. Her footsteps carried her closer to him yet she didn’t look at him, only at her towel until she reached it and had it wrapped around her, then her feet took her to the sliding glass door and she glanced back at him. “You can wait inside if you want.” <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 00:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle was indeed french in ancestry. The lines of his face and set of his jaw held subtle hints of his lineage. The deep fiery blue pools flickered in the dim light as he watched her, withdrawing his hand as she walked to the stairs to exit the pool, rather than taking his hand. He didn't care that she rejected his his since she had accepted his offer with her words. His eyes followed her form walk to her towel before she wrapped it about herself, hiding her body from his gaze.<br><br>She was right, she was definitely not dressed for the occasion, but that didn't matter to him at all. He had little faith in the idea that she had attire that would be suitable for a special dinner occasion as he had planned. "Shower, but do not worry for your attire. I have something in mind that I believe you will enjoy." His lips rose into a light smile as he shifted his weight. At her mentioning of entering her house and waiting for her, he paused, considering the offer. What he had in mind would require a short drive out of the little suburb that they lived in and into the city proper. As such, he wouldn't want to leave her waiting too long, and a quiet walk to his home would reveal the location of his haven. Instead, he had a much safer, much quicker idea. <br><br>He considered his thoughts for a moment longer, weighing his options. If she were to drive, he wouldn't need to... However, that would take most of the fun out of what he had planned. "If you don't mind, actually, I would rather take the time while you are showering to get my car. This way we can get our evening started a little easier." His lips rose into another grin as he worked over the thoughts in his head. He had the perfect idea in his head to keep her at the edge of her seat in anticipation.<br><br>He gave a slight bow of his head and backed up again toward the screen door that allowed for an exit back into the waiting night to return and get his car. "Shower quickly, Gwenth, I will return before too long to treat you out for a night that you will not soon forget." Finally, he turned to open the door, and walked out onto the grass. His pace was steady as he moved, looking calm as he disappeared from sight, leaving her to her own machinations. Inside, it was different. He was working over the details that would be attached to each and every step of this night. The details leading up to the events were perhaps as important as the events themselves.<br><br>Far from the least of them, was the hope that she would follow his request. He had told her not to dress up, that he had an idea. He was hoping that the allusion would be followed without her reading too far into it. There was definitely a measure of surprise in store for her that he wanted to explore. He had picked up on the quickening of her heartbeat during their meeting only moments ago, wondering how much of it had been from him startling her. The fact that she had accepted his offer so readily gave him a measure of insight as to exactly how he was affecting her so far. By the end of the night, he would know for sure.<br><br>Of course, it was a little bit of a walk from her house. He had resigned to take his time, though, and not rush things. He had told her not to dress up, but she may still find need for makeup and time spent on her hair. If he showed up before she was ready, he would have to wait longer for her. The idea was to show up just before, or just as, she finished, so they could leave sooner. He kept playing over the plan for the night in his mind, wanting each to be executed perfectly. Thankfully, this took the entire trip back to his house before he felt that he could do little to improve upon the night, short of renting a limousine to do the driving.<br><br>He walked up the steps leading to his front door upon reaching his home, quickly unlocking and stepping past it. He walked quickly now, into his bedroom and to the closet. He was already dressed for the event, but there was something important he wanted to bring with him. It didn't take long to find the mask of crushed velvet that was most commonly used while sleeping. His lips curled into a broad grin as he scanned the mask with his eyes, imagining how it would look against her face, acting as a blindfold for the car ride.<br><br>Mask in hand, he walked back out of his house, locking the door behind him, and over to his car. He placed the mask on his lap after settling in and made the drive back to Gwen's house just as patiently as he had walked to his own. There was no need to rush things. A light grin played at his lips as he drove, considering what he would do if her sister answered the door. Perhaps Gwen had told Lis about going out, if the girl was awake by now. He would find out soon enough. He pulled into the empty driveway and got out of the car, leaving the mask on the seat.<br><br>He would only be here a few minutes, but those minutes would be enough to find out more of what he was curious about. His steps were slow and measured up to the front door. His hand rose and rapped against it, sending the knock through Gwen's house. Much to his delight, the rather grumpy Lis answered the door with a scowl at having being disturbed. "I'm here to pick up Gwen for our date tonight. Would you let her know that I'm here?" He gave the girl a smile before watching her disappear behind the door, presumably to go get Gwen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 05:55:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had nodded and watched him depart with curious eyes before vanishing inside the house, her feet all but running as she headed toward the bathroom and a hot shower. She soon discarded her towel and swimsuit, running the water hotter then normal in her haste and she scrubbed her body, even using a bit of Lis' wild rose and coconut body wash, a scent she had always loved. Once satisfied that the smell of the pool was gone from her hair and skin she shut off the water and used a new towel rather briskly over her body to dry herself off. She glanced once at herself in the mirror and laughed, she was pink, almost as if her whole body was blushing. Was that even possible she wondered even as she wrapped the towel around her and left the bathroom for her room, the towel then transfering to her hair to keep it up and out of her way. <br><br>He had said not to dress up, but what did he mean by that, he looked so nice. But she wanted comfortable, she wanted to feel confident in what she was wearing tonight. Gwen nodded more to herself then anything, then whirled to her stereo, turning up her music loud for once, the voice of Michael Buble coming through to fill her room. she spun, her body moving like it had last night to "Save the Last Dance For Me", her face lit up with pure excitment and happiness. It was good to feel life this. She danced just for the fun of it, not like last night anymore, just moving her body to the music as she dressed herself, first slipping on white cotton panties and a bra, followed by a dark pair of jeans, one of her favorites that fit well on her long legs. She riffled through her closet trying to figure out what sort of shirt to wear before finally settling on an emerald silk one that had cute puff sleeves, it was simple, clean and flattered her curves. She wasn't thin by any means, rather curvy and femininely shaped in all ways, and that was always a point that made her uncomfortable when compared with Lis' althletic litheness. She shrugged through, letting down her hair from the towel her hands going through to tousel the curls even as she glanced into the mirror. <br><br>Just then she heard the knock on the door. Her body went into overdrive as far as nerves were concerned and she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't go, she couldn't, she was dressed up enough, she didn't know how to do her makeup, didn't know how to talk to boys, not that he was a boy, no no he was a man which made it worse. Lis bursting into her room a moment later and eyeing her like she was insane wasn't helpful.<br><br>"Since when do you date?"<br><br>"Since he asked with a rose." She replied, her fingers going to pick up the black rose he had left for her in her locker. She held it up close to her face, drawing a little comfort from the scent, although her body responded to it, flushing almost as if he were here with her. Lis was silent and then stated in a very flat tone.<br><br>"Well you can't go out with a guy like that looking like that." Gwen almost flinched away from her words, looking again at herself in the mirror. She had thought she looked decent. Lis, she looked over at her sister and for the first time in her life saw raw envy in the younger girls eyes. Lis who always had all the boys hanging on her every word was jealous of her. Gwen, the brainy quiet one. Gwen blinked again before standing, going to her dresser and picking up a spray her mother had bought her last Christmas, it was called <em>Be Kissable</em>, as she sprayed it on her she prayed silently that it was true. <br><br>"I'm going Lis and I'm going as me, looking like me. I'll see&nbsp; you later, don't wait up." it was the first time in her life that she had been on the other side of this conversation and it felt sort of good. She left her room, slipping on a pair of black flats and grabbing her favorite black sweater as she went, she was ready, her curls still slightly damp, her skin pink from her shower and from the blush of anticpation. Gwen reached the door and looked up at Kyle with a shy smile on her lips. "Ready, I didn't keep you waiting too long did I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 20:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle waited outside the door after Lis had disappeared with a little amusement. The look on Lis' face had been priceless when he told her why he was here. It didn't bother him to wait, he was half hoping that he would get here just before she was finished getting ready. His timing couldn't have been more perfect if he tried. When Gwen came to the door a minute later, he smiled down at her, "No, you didn't keep me waiting too long. I just got here actually. You look lovely."<br><br>He turned and started slowly, so that Gwen could walk beside him as he led her over to his car. Like other things in his afterlife, his car was testimony to the fact that he at least had some money. It was a sporty little two door Firebird, the black paint shimmering slightly in the final rays of the twilight sun. He walked her over to her side of the car and opened the door for her to sit down. After she did, he closed the door for her and went around to the drivers side to get in. <br><br>He lifted the black mask into his hand before sitting down. With a little grin playing against his lips, he turned to her and held up the delicate crushed velvet mask that he had brought from home. "Everything about tonight is a surprise. If you enjoy being surprised as much as I enjoy surprising you, I would like you to wear this mask. You may ask as many questions as you like, but I am not going to reveal our destination." As he spoke, his free hand brushed against hers, letting his fingers rest against her skin. He had seen how electric his touch could be; tonight he wanted her to enjoy all the benefits he had to offer.<br><br>Almost reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from hers and leaned closer. His hand slid into the elastic band that would hold the mask in place, stretching it wide so that he could settle the mask against her face. His touch was gentle, but not nearly as gentle as the feel of the mask against her skin as her vision was blocked off entirely. He carefully released the elastic band against her hair so that he could adjust the mask and be sure that she was comfortable before speaking again. "Alright. Let's get moving and hit the first stop along the way." His grin could be heard in his voice as he spoke to her.<br><br>Soon, she would hear the rattle of keys as he put them in the ignition and then the rumble of the engine as he started the car. He backed out of her driveway carefully, his fingers brushing against her shoulder as he turned to look behind them. "As I promised, tonight you are allowed to ask any questions you want. I will do my best to give you an answer, so long as it doesn't go against the surprises I have in store for you." His voice was like silk in both tone and volume. As soft as his touch had been against her shoulder, his fingers lifted away from her skin as he put the car in drive and turned forward again.<br><br>It was clear by the way the car moved that he was in no rush with where they were going. Afterall, he had all night before he needed to have her somewhere safe, most likely back home. The sounds outside the car were greatly muffled as his fingers found the button that send a soft classical piece from the speakers, spreading the music lightly through the car. The music served two purposes. The first was to kill any chance that she would have of discerning where they were going from the noise outside the car. The second was to convey more of his taste in music to tantalize her senses.<br><br>After the music hand begun playing, his fingers moved back to rest against hers, once more wanting to enjoy the way her breath caught and quickened every time his hand touched her skin, and the way her heart had raced when his body was against hers. Although he expected the reaction she would have to be subtle, he knew that his hand on hers would not go unnoticed. Of course, he kept his touch light, in case she wanted to pull her hand away, he wouldn't stop her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 22:41:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was glad to know she hadn't kept him waiting, although with Lis arrival in her room it had only really been a few seconds before she departed. Who would have ever thought Lis would be jealous of Gwen over a male? Certainly not Gwen yet as Kyle smiled down at her again she realized that Kyle was much better looking then even the most handsome guys at school. He was worlds above Lis' fan crowd, so why was he interested in her? She smiled back at him but her nerves were coming back, her self doubt showing in the dark green of her wide eyes.<br><br>Gwen moved easily with him toward the car, admiring it silently, unsure of what to say about it, although he didn't seem like the type of guy that needed his car, his clothes or his actions prasied. No he wasn't like the callow youths that she was subjected to at school, the car was beautiful though. His gesture of opening the door and closing it for her made her more sure that he was just as much of a gentleman as he had seemed like last night. She had to be caught up in dream, a dance, a rose, a kiss on her forehead, and now a date. With Kyle. As he got in himself she watched him, curiousity and wariness both in her gaze as they were so often when he was before her. Then his hands lifted up a black sleeping mask made of rich velvet, the way it gleamed in the dying light revealing what fabric it was. A surprise, just for her, from him. She nodded slowly at his request for her to wear it although she made no move to take it herself, rather remaining still as he leaned toward her, his fingers brushed hers and that sent her heart fluttering again, her breathing quickened slightly and her eyes darkened. Why in the world was he able to do that to her? She had always known herself to be more sensative then most but his touch was incredible against her skin.<br><br>His hand pulled away and she wasn't sure if she was sorry or happy to see it go. Her heart was able to reclaim its normal pattern, at least for a moment before he leaned closer, his hands around her face, settling the mask over her eyes, she was grateful that she hadn't worn makeup, it might of smeared or worse ruined the lovely velvet. It was an interesting sensation, the feel of velvet against the sensative skin of her face divinely luxurious was not even a complete description of it. <br><br>She was closed into darkness, her sight robbed yet his smile replayed in her mind as she heard his words, his image already seemingly imprinted within her memories, his voice was a sound that sped her heart now that she no longer had his face to do the same task, it was a rich sound, like fine wine that intoxicated her senses, a masculine sound that her body responded with a flush spreading down her skin. He fell silent and she inwardly mourned the loss of his voice speaking to her, sliding through the air that enclosed them together in the car. The car started then, and she, thanks to her heightened sensativity could sense how carefully he drived and that reassured her more. He wasn't going to let her come to harm. His casual touch on her shoulder sent her heart fluttering again, and she idly mused that if she spent too much time with him she might develope a heart issue just from how he sent hers racing.<br><br>"Why me?" She asked it softly, the question that had been going over and over in her mind ever since that first dance step last night. She couldn't understand why in the world he felt any sort of attraction toward her. She was boring, brainy yes, perhaps pretty on a very good day but not incredible. He was incredible. The flow of his words was like silk sliding against her skin, her bare skin. Bare skin and him was a dangerous though, it sent a sprail of something she didn't know through her body, and so she shoved the thoughts away. The classical music that came on, sweet, clear notes of masterpieces was a welcome distraction, one that she latched on to, trying to figure out who the artist was and what movement of which symphony it was. <br><br>Then he touced her again, his fingers brushing lightly against hers, nothing intruding, just a slight touch one that she could have rejected, pulled away from should she want to. That made her want to laugh with rueful humor, she was out with him, going god knew where trusting him, so far gone with her body's heart racing and nerves, with her reaction to him that even if she pulled away from his soft touch she knew it won't matter. Yet the fact that he cared enough to make it clear that she had a choice was something she was grateful for, it didn't feel like her body was giving her much of a choice in her response to him, but then was that fair? He was so appealing, so handsome that even her mind was drawn to him, she didn't honestly want to not be responsive to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 02:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle kept his fingers over hers until he was sure that she wasn't going to pull away. Once he was, he curled his fingers down under hers, softly holding her hand. Her question had just begun to settle into his head when he turned the car onto the highway and headed for the city. He was quiet for a moment, considering how to best put his reasoning... Finally, with a gentle squeeze of her hand in his, he parted his lips and spoke once more, his words like rich silk, "Because you have the ability to appreciate what it is that I have to offer."<br><br>His statement had been simple and to the point. Of course he could have have gone through the list of things about how he though she were more beautiful than the sight of the first snowfall as it layered the world with a blanket of purity or how sound of her voice was like a symphony to the gods every time her lips parted, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear. He knew, by her question, that she had far too many doubts about herself. If he were to use those doubts properly, he would be able to manipulate her that much easier. If, on the other hand, he told her the things that, perhaps, her sister would have liked to hear, he was certain that she would turn away and feel like he was patronizing her.<br><br>His grin came back to his lips, audible with his words, "And no, before you ask, I do not intend on telling you exactly what that entails. That is a surprise." Aside from that, his words fell quiet to allow her the enjoyment of the music. Delicate and beautiful as it was, the exact source wouldn't be something that she would recognize. It did, however, seem to have various parts that sounded as though they had been influenced by several different pieces, such as Philippe Gaubert's Nocturne, Maurice Ravel's Bolero, Jules Massenet's Meditation, and several other less noticeable composers.<br><br>He allowed her to enjoy the rest of the ride in quiet, letting the waves of the music pour over her as if he were playing them himself. Before long, the music was dipping into more subtle, harmonious music and she would feel the car slow down. Kyle had turned off of the highway now and had entered the city. The harmonious music did well to cover the noise from outside as he turned several corners and finally parked. "Keep the mask on until we are inside. I will come around to help you out."<br><br>And of course, he did just that. As the car shut off and the music stopped, she would hear the rattle of keys and his door open, allowing the noise of the city to filter in until the door shut. Where exactly they were, in the city, was still a secret. Soon, her door opened and she would feel him reach across her to unbuckle her seat belt, during which time she would be able to catch his scent even more as he was so close to her body. Afterwards, his hands took hold of hers and he helped her out of the car.<br><br>Parking couldn't have been better. It was only a few steps until they were inside, an attendant immediately seeing the mask she wore and grinned at Kyle, understanding all too well what game he played now. Kyle turned toward her, stopping her in her tracks. His hands parted from hers and gently went to remove the mask from her face. He knew that she might have a small amount of trouble going from the complete darkness inside the mask to the bright light that awaited her vision, but he removed the mask slowly so that she would have plenty of time to prepare for the intrusion of light.<br><br>Once the mask was off, she would be able to see where he had chosen for their first stop. Looking around, she might have recognized where she was simply by its look, were she into fashion. However, a little looking around would give her the name of the boutique, A Woman's Place. She would find herself surrounded by various different styles of gowns ranging from semi-formal to ultra-formal. "Our first stop is the reason you weren't supposed to dress up... Take your pick. Any gown you want will be yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers curled around hers, holding her hand, but in a way that spoke of protection, for his was on the outside, curving around her smaller apendage. Did he know that his body spoke to hers like that? Was it suppose to, that she didn't know. Not that she understood anything at all to do with him or this night, and her mind was wandering off on these tangents until his hand squeezed hers gently, drawing her from her contemplation, her head turning toward him, her silky curls whispering against her shoulders as she moved. She had the ability to appreciate what he would give her? What female didn't? With those eyes of his, the pull of his body, his very scent and his voice, his voice was richer then the velvet encasing her eyes, with all the depth and richness of a priceless wine. His reason still made no sense to her but for him it must have been enough and she did not feel in anyway confident enough to persue asking questions, after all her first one had been vastly out of character as it was.<br><br>And, Gwen admitted this only to herself, she didn't want to question him anymore. He wanted her with him tonight and for now, for her that was enough. She sighed softly to herself, her hand not moving from under his but her face turning away, as if to look out the window for all that she could not see. She was so confused around him, her body reacted so strongly, her heart racing as they touched, her skin flushed from it, and she wanted, at least for a moment to forget that, so she turned her attention to the music, sinking into its sweet depths, her eyes closing beneath the mask, in dark alone with only the music in her ears, filling her very pours and his touch on her hand as an anchor to the real world. <br><br>When he parked and told her to stay she simply nodded, there was no point in fighting him and ruining any part of his surprise, he seemed so pleased with himself currently and it was fun, she discovered, to simply let him surprise her, she felt like Cinderella in a way, or some other fairytale princess, this was all too marvolous to really be happening to her. Kyle left the car and she started, stiffening slightly when she heard the noise that could only be the city around them, why in the world had he driven her here? Then her own door opened, the air was slightly colder, and his body leaned over hers to unbuckle her. They brushed, and her heart flipped over in her chest, her breath rushed out from her and she felt slightly light headed. Thankfully the moment passed, although his scent lingered in her senses, in her dark world of rich velvet and his voice. His hands found hers and directed her upward, she went, thankful she was not wearing heels, for without sight she was not as graceful as she would have liked. She stumbled, just like the night before and found herself against him for a brief moment, then they were walking, up steps it seemed and then into a store. There was music playing softly, it was more commerical then what Kyle had been playing moments ago.<br><br>His hand left hers and she frowned slightly, not liking being left without his voice or his touch in the darkness he had given her to keep his gift a surprise. Then the mask was lifted, so slowly, carefully, light gradually flittering through until she blinked and her gaze adjusted. They were inside a store. Whatever for? She wondered for a moment, still and curious. The store though, it was beautiful, fancy and expensive, she felt like she had strayed into a princesses closet with the plethora of dresses in every hue imaginable and so many styles filling the racks surrounding her. "Mine?" She echoed back, her gaze blank with shock. Then color surfused her cheeks and she shook her head negative, no, no he hardly knew her, any of these dresses easily cost $400 if not more. But they were so lovely.<br><br>Unable to help herself she drew near the racks, the displays of the beautiful creations. She had never dared to dream about wearing anything like these creations, let alone owning one. Her fingers touched them, hands dancing softly on the material, feeling them, realizing that this too was not a dream. Gwen glanced back at him, awe and wonder in her eyes. He was handing her everything she had ever longed for secretly, did he realize that? How did someone she hardly know instinctively know so much about her? She glanced away from him, her cheeks pink and expression slightly uneasy. Her hands picked two or three of the dresses, an attendant led her back toward the dressing rooms.<br><br>When she slipped in, facing herself in the mirror, looking at her simple outfit of dark jeans and silk green shirt she wanted to laugh or cry just looking at the dresses that she held. Did he not like her as she was or was he offering this for her and purely her? It didn't matter, one night, that was all this would last, all it could last, there would be no more dancing, no more roses, no more music or surprises. She had a life to live, one that didn't involve him and she knew that. Her parents would be shocked at her in this moment and so, with a slightly grim expression she discarded her over clothing, keeping on her black underwear and bra, if tonight was all that she would have, all that she would allow herself then she would enjoy it. <br><br>The first dress, a teal one, didn't suit, she simply didn't feel comfortable in it, it was a piece of high fashion, it wasn't her. her hands went next to a purple gown, it had a daring plunging neckline, with tiny straps and a tight bodice, yet the skirts were full and flared. It was beautiful, dark in color, with black shadows cast by its folds. She slipped into it, and it hugged her body like a whisper, it was perfect. Its dark color offset and flattered her dark eyes and her rich hair, the skirts swished when she turned, it made her look beautiful, like a model or a true princess. Her hands ran down her body, along the curves of her sides, shaping her hips, unable to believe that it was her own reflection looking back at her. This was different then last nights costume, that had been something cheaper, and the color had been stark, this, this was rich and vibirant and it made her look different. <br><br>However, she couldn't wear her bra with it, it showed, so she carefully unclipped it, folding it up inside her shirt and was pleased to see that the dress, its tight bodice, kept her full breasts restrained. It wasn't as if he would know her bra wasn't present she told herself, fighting down the urge to fight. There was a rap on the door, one of the attendants wondering if she needed help, she called out a negative and opened the door, her hands at her sides as she emeraged feeling slightly like a butterfly escaping from a cacoon, but, she reminded herself, seeking out Kyle's gaze to see his opinion in his eyes, only for tonight would she be this bright butterfly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 21:16:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle nodded with a grin as she looked back to him, asking to make sure she heard him right. "Yes, yours. You can have any one you want." He kept hold of the mask after he took it off of her head in order to let her go look for the right gown. He followed somewhat close to her, watching everything she touched with a fair bit of amusement. While he knew that a treat like this might be better suited for her sister, as she looked around as if she were caught in a fairy tail, he knew that she was enjoying this.<br><br>After she had made her choices and went to the dressing room, he waited outside. With a glance to the attendant and a few whispered words, she ran off to find a pair of shoes to match each gown, bringing a few pairs at a time to match her size from what she figured at first glance. He carefully looked over each pair, nodding in satisfaction. They were simply enough in design, yet elegant enough to match their respective gowns. When the attendant went to help her, he smirked, only shaking his head.<br><br>Finally, the door opened and she came out for his opinion. His eyes fell on her body, working from her feet to her eyes, the smile spreading over his lips almost immediately. "Before, you looked lovely. Now, you look positively angelic." He looked down at the box containing the shoes that matched the gown she was wearing, a pair of dainty heels that would serve to lift her another few inches. With a bit of a grin he plucked them free and walked over to her.<br><br>He brought himself down to one knee once he came before her, setting one of the shoes down. "Here Gwen, lets put these on you and see how it looks." His hand came gently against her ankle to help support her and keep her balanced as he stripped her flat off her foot and very gently slid the new shoe into place. His fingers lingered once more, enjoying the softness of her skin.<br><br>After another moment, he lowered her ankle back to the ground and gave her time to get her balance back with the new shoe and its heel before taking her other foot. He stripped her old shoe just as quickly as he had the first and replaced it with the new one. Luckily, the attendant had a good eye and both shoes were a good fit. Looking up at her from his position, he smiled warmly. "You are truly something amazing, do you know that?" He grinned and set her foot down before moving to stand, his hands coming to rest on her hips against the fabric of the dress.<br><br>Now that he was standing, his body was much closer to hers, almost as close as it had been while they were dancing. His face was close to hers, almost close enough that their foreheads were touching. Even in heels, he was taller than her by a few inches. His head was tilted down so that he could gaze into her eyes, eyes that seemed to get lost in hers. He knew that she loved the gown already and the knowledge that she loved it brought a great happiness to him. He was a little worried about her reluctance so far, considering the next stop they were going to make, but he knew she would accept the next part of this night with grace.<br><br>His voice came soft, his warm breath rolling against her lips as he spoke. "I love it. It fits you perfectly in both form and style. How does it feel? If you like it as much as I do, I'll pay for it and we can go to your next surprise." A small grin played against his lips after he finished speaking, his eyes remaining locked on hers. His hands stayed against her hips, keeping their bodies close and enjoying the feel of her body beneath them. She was his for the night; she would be his every night after.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 08:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angelic. That was a word she never thought to hear applied to her. The way he looked at her almost made her believe it though, but then she knew by now that through his eyes lay the way to madness. Madness and believing in things she had grown up knowing as nothing but fancies and wishes. He made all of it come true though. Then he was before her, kneeling and her eyes widened in shock, what in the world could this handsome man be planning now? Shoes, he wanted to put shoes on her. She blinked though in surprise.<br><br>He was still smiling, and one hand went under her skirt to touch on her ankle, to touch against her skin in more contact then they had really had since last night. Her heart went racing, she couldn't help it. Gwen didn't fight his commands with her feet, simply lifting them as his fingers directed and when his touched lingered she wondered if perhaps she might just swoon from the extended contact. And she wondered, secretly what extended contact in other places might result in. Yet the way he put on her new shoes brought back up the thing about this all being a fairytale again. Was she Cinderella tonight? No, no she was Gwen, always plain ole boring Gwen. But not with him, with him she was something else.<br><br>And it felt dangerously good. To be this someone else, to feel the way she did around him, her heart racing, her skin flushed and sensative, she felt so much more alive with his touch just barely brushing her. So much more aware of everything. Then he looked up at her with those brilliant eyes of his, smiling with such incredible warmth that she felt her head go slightly light at his words. Her amazing? She shook her head, mutely denying his words because words were not her strong point in front of people. Last night she had been so on edge she had spoken more then she normally did. She stuttered, it was embarassing and torture, she didn't want to open her mouth and stutter in front of him. <br><br>Then he stood, his hands on her hips, holding her close, his touch chorusing through her body with her nerves. It was almost like dancing again, only this time they were still and she looked up at him, her head tilted slightly back with now only curiousity in her eyes, she was no longer as wary of him, no for now her wariness had been lulled, replaced with awe and a touch of regret. Amazing she was not and she was honestly afraid he would find that out before this magical night ended. She wished she was amazing though. Her thoughts were distracted when he spoke, his warm breath fanning agianst her face as his mouth parted.<br><br>"I love it too." She smiled, shy and her cheeks pinked slightly "Its not something that I would have normally picked out but its what's amazing about me." She touched on his last comment, pushing his compliment off on merely the dress. "Another one? What more could there be?" She asked, her eyes widening, darkening in surprise even as she drank in the heat of his eyes, the feel of his touch on her body through the fabric. One night, that was all she had given him, all she had given herself. She had to remember that. "Please, Kyle, not too much more, I'm not worth it." she murmured, breaking the contact of their eyes, looking down her countanence closing inward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 21:52:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle kept close against her body for a few more moments, his eyes downcast onto her face. As close as they were, he could hear her body's response to him. Her quickened heartbeat pushing her blood faster through her veins was all too enticing, but Kyle had enough self control not to ravage her here in the store. He leaned in close to her, as if he planned to kiss her lips, but changed direction near the end and ended up with another soft kiss against her cheek. Still, he inhaled her scent with a grin, knowing all too well how much more she would feel at this gesture of affection.<br><br>Another moment passed in their closeness before Kyle withdrew, his hand diving into his pocket for his wallet. He withdrew a slim plastic card and handed it over to the attendant who went to get things taken care of. He looked back to Gwen with a smile, "Lets get your things." His hand fell to clasp hers and he led her back to the dressing room. He waited while she packed up the rest of her clothes and then beckoned her back over, going to place the velvet mask back over her features so that she would, once more, be shrouded from the world.<br><br>Kyle guided her carefully back to the desk where the woman had ran his card and retrieved it. He slid it back into his pocket, not even bothering to put it away. Still clutching her hand tightly in his, he leaned in once more to place another kiss to her cheek, whispering after, "You will love this next surprise. I promise." He slowly pulled away from her, once more leading her by the hand out of the store.<br><br>Once outside, he was careful with helping her back into the car, taking the bundle of clothes and shoes and putting them down behind her seat. His hands came back to her body, one hand taking hers to help guide her, the other brushing along her side and back as he helped steer her into the car so she could sit down. He lowered himself down once she was inside to gather up the fabric of her new gown and make sure everything was inside the car, taking care to brush his hands over her calves several times. He rose slowly from her feet, taking the seat belt and buckling it for her, allowing his body to get close to hers just as it had when he unbuckled her moments ago.<br><br>When he was sure she was secured in place, he shut the door and walked over to his side of the car to get in. Again, she would hear the rattle of keys as he started the car, and then the music that drowned out her senses. At first the car didn't move, but she could hear him moving a little, getting something from the back seat. "Just a moment, I'm just getting prepared for our next stop." A few more sounds managed to override the light music, fabric rustling fabric, before she would hear the click of his seatbelt and feel the car start to move.<br><br>It was a short drive to their next stop, and once again, after her turned the car off, he got out, came around to her side and unbuckled her seatbelt to help her out of the car. He shut the door once she was clear of it and took her hands again to lead her inside the building where her next surprise waited. Inside the building was quiet, the music playing soft, gentle, and serene. "Are you ready for your next surprise? I think that I already have something picked out for you..." His voice came soft, thick and rich as before. He didn't yet remove her mask, but walked her over a short distance before stopping her.<br><br>His exchanged a few unseen gestures with the man that was working behind the counter. There is a brief, very quiet sound, glass sliding against felt, and then Gwen would feel Kyle's hand withdraw from hers, only to feel his body step in against hers. "Here... The second gift I give to you tonight." Without lifting her mask, Kyle placed the new surprise around her neck. She would feel the chill of the cool metallic chain against her skin, and then the weight of the pendant at the end. The chain wasn't long, letting the semi-round pendant rest at the top of her breastbone.<br><br>Kyles hands quickly moved to take hers once more, keeping her from reaching up to touch it. "Would you like to see how it looks? I, for one, think that it looks absolutely amazing." He was grinning now, that much was obvious. He guided her a few more steps before his hands came up and she would be able to feel the mask life away from her face. The first thing that was visible was her reflection, including the teardrop black diamond that dangled from the shiny, silvery-white chain around her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 01:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been so sweet to just stand there, their eyes bridged by their gazes, she had inhaled shakily when he leaned closer, her eyes widening for a moment, the deep green darkening as she watched him, her heart flipping over inside as he neared, was he going to kiss her? She hoped so, oh she hoped so. She wanted to know what it was like to feel his lips slanting over hers, she wanted toknow if his kiss would be different then the others she had experienced before. The other two boys who had kissed her had been so, well the kisses had been dull. Then his lips went to her cheek, a soft kiss just like before, and he seemed to inhale her scent, she was very glad she had used her sisters exotic body wash instead of her normal warm vanilla sugar one.<br><br>Gwen didn't want him to withdraw, and she kept her hands down to resist the urge to hold him closer to her, her eyes fluttering downcast as he looked away from her. Her gaze went back to him at his words and she nodded, following him back to the dressing room in which she folded her clothing neatly and held it close to her body just before he once more placed the mask over her eyes. Darkness retook her senses and her hands tigthened on his in response.<br><br>He had more surprises for her, more surprise kisses on her cheek but would it ever be more then that? What was he doing? This eleborate set up with the dresses and the mask, the surprises and yet he seemed hardly physically interested in her at all. It was all so confusing. She allowed him to lead her though, by the sound of it they had gone back outside again and then, yes the stairs. The car was interesting, it was harder to get in by herself without seeing and then his hands were over her, helping her. She felt so incredibly aware of his body and her own in the darkness he had placed her in. <br><br>He touched her so much, so casually that her heart was constantly altering its beating, her skin was flushed and so sensative, so on edge. They started driving again, the music playing again to cover the noise of the city, although this drive was much shorter then the first, then he was helping her out again and she found that she liked it, him helping her get in and out, guiding her, it felt like he was treating her like something precious and valuable. Gwen nodded yes to his question, smiling shyly at the tone in his voice as they entered the building and soft music once again filled her ears. <br><br>Gwen felt Kyle pull away again but she knew he would come back, and when his body lined up with the back of hers she stiffened at first in surprise before softening into him, he had already picked something out? But he had just showed up at her house less than an hour ago, how could he have known she would come? "The second? Not the last?" she asked softly before the cool whisper of metal touched her skin and she blinked behind the mask in wonder. It was jewelry, he had chosen out something special just for her and it was jewelry? She was beyond flattered now.<br><br>"Yes I would like to see, please." She replied softly to his question, and then his hands disappeared from hers to remove the mask, Gwen was facing her own relfection, the floor lenght purple gown, and she blinked, her eyes adjusting to light again slowly when she stilled, her hands creeeping up to touch the black diamond in its glittering silver arrangement softly. It was beautiful, dark but so so beautiful she couldn't tear her eyes from it. She had never seen anything like it before, and she glanced at him in wordless shock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackRose</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 02:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The diamond was but the first of her surprises after the mask had been lifted. When she looked at him, he was wearing a jacket now, and tied around his neck was a black bowtie.&nbsp; He had put them on in the car after he had covered her features by the mask. There was one more stop tonight, now that she was dressed more for the occasion. Like before, she would be masked for this one too.<br><br>Kyle stepped in closer to her once she looked at him. He had figured she would be speechless from the diamond. "I knew it would look perfect." His hand rose up, brushing the backs of his fingers against her smooth skin as he fingered the diamond pendant. His eyes rose back to hers and his lips curled back into their satisfied grin. His free hand slid up, once more brushing against her hip on its way to rest against her side. Still, he didn't make a move to kiss her lips. Making her wait for the affection he could tell she wanted would only serve to heighten it once it came.<br><br>His body pressed in against hers, the distance between their faces shrinking. "One last surprise, my sweet. This surprise will probably be the most grandiose of them all. The restaurant that we will be having dinner at. With the way that this gown and necklace accentuate your own natural beauty, everyone will look upon you with more envy than they have ever known. You are the shining jewel of the night." His hand rose from the diamond at her neck to cup her cheek, his fingers brushing her skin.<br><br>However, once more, he lifted the mask between them. "Soon, you will see what I have in store for us tonight. But unless you are getting tired of being surprised, this is the most important surprise of the night." His hands shifted, reluctantly peeling away from her body to slip the mask back over her features. "This time, I promise, will be the last time you wear the mask tonight." His voice shifted, and she would be able to hear his grin, "Unless of course you are enjoying being blind and at my mercy."<br><br>His hands moved silently to hers, clasping them in his. Each of her hands were raised, letting his lips brush against one and then the other. It felt wonderful feeling her rapid pulse beneath her skin. He was longing for the chance to taste that blood, but it would have to wait. Before the end of the night, she would be his. Even then, he would abstain from drinking, enjoying the way he could drag things out. Unless she jumped him and forced it herself, he would control the pace of everything, making her wait until it was unbearable and she was begging.<br><br>With a curt nod to the attendant of this store, he led her out of the jewelry shop and back down to his waiting car. Again he helped her into the car, sparing no moment that he could have his hands against her, guiding her and feeling her body beneath the smooth fabric of her gown. He could almost taste her now... All things in due time. His hands slid against her stomach as he buckled the seatbelt for her, brushing up between her cleavage with the softest touch as he adjusted the shoulderstrap, and ran across her cheek as he pushed the hair away so he could see the blush rising in her cheeks.<br><br>Then he withdrew, as before, longing to touch her again but understanding the nature of the game. Every stroke of her skin, every fleeting moment he touched her, every second they were close, would only drive the desire between the both of them higher as he refused to take it a step further. Every sound he made, from the sound of his door opening to the rattle of the keys and the engine starting, it would sharpen her senses. When his hand fell back against hers, clasping it gently, he knew how her heart would race. He could feel it in her pulse every time he touched her.<br><br>Once more the car eased into motion. Again the drive was short, but the music played to cover the silence. His fingers gently squeeze hers as he drove, wanting to feel more of her, but knowing that now wasn't the time. It would be, very shortly; that thought alone allowing him more self control than he would ever have imagined. Almost as soon as they had started, the car parked and turned off. Kyle's hand withdrew from hers long enough to get out and walk around the car to help her out. His breath came warm against her neck as his fingers popped the seatbelt free of the buckle, guiding it slowly away from her while maintaining contact with her body and his fingers.<br><br>As she became free of the seatbelt, he took her hands and gently helped her out of the car. "Now... Dinner time." His voice was soft, but it came nearly against her ear. He was closer to her than it seemed, the way he held her hands. His cheek brushed against hers and his breath came warm against her ear while his body moved in against hers to accentuate the closeness. He lingered against her long enough to give her another taste before withdrawing.<br><br>Unlike his body, his hands never left hers. He took great care in leading her away from his car and onto the sidewalk and across the short distance while avoiding the people who passed them who were gazing on in amusement. He slowly took her up the stairs, making sure to speak as he did, "Left foot up on the stair. Good, now the right." Once she mounted the top stair, his body came in along side hers, guiding her with the majority of his body at once. He took her through a set of revolving doors, which would explain why he needed to be so close to her, but he didn't break away afterwards.<br><br>His voice came soft and sweet against her ear, "You are simply going to love this." Aside from the sound of a fountain and the soft click of their shoes against the marble floor underneath, she wouldn't be able to hear much until he stopped her. Then she would hear a soft <em>ding</em>, as his finger pressed the up key on the elevator. While he waited for it to come down, he turned his attention to her body.<br><br>His fingers ran along her side now, as he didn't have to worry about guiding her at the moment. Any doubts she might have had about him being physically attracted to her might well be brushed away with the feathersoft touch of his lips against her jaw just under her ear, made easier by his position behind her. His fingers shifted slowly, moving to caress her stomach through her gown. Playing with her senses while she was blindfolded was highly pleasurable for him. He could only imagine the effect it had on her.<br><br>After a few moments, the doors opened and once more he led her forward. There was another sound in confirmation that he had pushed another button. The doors drifted closed after no one else entered and the elevator began to rise. It definitely seemed like they went up for a while before the doors opened again and he led her out of the elevator. She would hear music now, soft and elegant against the backdrop of the restaurant. A young woman, Asian by voice, greeted them pleasantly. "Welcome to The --" She trailed off as she noticed the mask, nodding quietly.<br><br>Kyle's voice rose again, pleased that the hostess hadn't ruined his surprise. "We have reservations, under Bordeux. Dinner for two?" Unseen by her, the woman checked the list and nodded. Her voice chimed again, sweetly, "Right this way, Sir." Kyle gently nudged her forward with his body, guiding her through the dining room, grinning as heads turned to gaze upon the two of them. Though she couldn't see it now, she would when the mask was removed. He had spoken true of their envious glances.<br><br>After a moment of being guided, there was a rush of the night breeze as they stepped out onto a balcony. The music faded away behind them and Kyle's hands shifted up to slide the mask free from her features and let her take in the sight that awaited her. As soon as her vision returned, she would see the city beneath them, in all its splendor, from forty stories in the sky. After a moment of gazing out over the city, the hostess' voice rose once more. "Welcome to the Night Blooming Flower." Kyle shifted slowly, moving to draw her chair out for her, waiting for her to sit down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dance of Life [Wistful &amp; Black Rose]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 01:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked amazing dressed up, although all in shades of black it was more fitting then the typical white shirt, and black looked good on him. He had to know that. She still could hardly believe that someone that looked like him, that was like him was talking to her, was offering her all these treats.<br><br>The brush of his fingers against the smooth skin above the fullness of her breasts, near the diamond that hung so beautifully and so cooly upon her flesh sent a giddy feeling through her, her breath turned erratic again, and his smile did not help. His hand rested against her side, his body was pressed in against hers and their faces were so closer, her body was aware of it all and her pulse sped as she glanced up at him, getting lost the brilliance of his eyes and the rush of his touch against her. And his words, sweet heavens his words. Pink swept her cheeks as she lowered her gaze and shook her head mutely, no one would ever look upon her envy, except perhaps because she was in his company. <br><br>Then his&nbsp; hand cupped her cheek and her gaze flashed back upward toward him, the dark emeralds of her iris riveted on him. The mask was lifted and replaced over her face even as his body moved away from hers something her own form protested within. At his second comment pink spread on her cheeks but she did not open her mouth to comment back, having no clue how to reply. His hands took hers again and she took a step forward thinking he wanted her to move again before his lips pressed softly to each one. She felt her stomach do a silly contraction to it. <br><br>And then, then they were walking again, through the jewelry store and the dimaond hung from her neck resting just above the slope of her breasts a cool reminder that this man was not a dream. At moments it seemed like it had to be a dream, it was just too incredible to be true, but then it was. As he helped her into the car it felt like his hands and his body were everywhere around her, against her, her senses were overwhelmed by him and so she sat, silent and still even as her heart raced and her blood seemed to have lighting arch through it. He left, and she mourned the loss of him against her, feeling his hands on her skin, yet soon enough, once he reentered his hand took hers once again and her body quieted some, for although his hand garnered response from her it was not to the degree that it had been moments before.<br><br>The car stopped and she stilled, listening to him get out of his side and come around to hers, she sat, her hands in her lap and simply waited, now semi use to their odd routine. Then his breath whispered against her neck and she trembled slightly, unable to help the response of his warm breath fanning slowly against the sensative flesh. Gwen followed him out of the car, using his hands to guide herself, although when his body was again close to hers and that same warm breath came against her neck she felt her knees go slightly weak, she leaned into him for the brief moment before he moved away.<br><br>His voice instructed her of stairs and with his help she asscended them, although she felt her body go into a rush of happiness when his pressed into her again, guiding her easily and she let him, marveling in the wonder of it all. She was so focused on him, and on the way her body was reacting that she hardly heard the soft babbling murmur of the fountain, nor the soft sound of the elevator button, she was in a world made up of darkness and him. His hands traced down her body, caressing against her stomach and she felt her breathing quicken, sensed it, and when his lips set softly against her jawline she wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack at 19, for certainly, if his lips ever touched hers that was what would happen.<br><br>She wanted to cry when his lips left her skin, when his touch no longer teased against her body and she pushed those feelings away, distrubed by them and tried to figure out where in the world they could be. The elevator went up and up for several moments, then music touched her ears again, classical but more maintstream things then anything he had played in the car. There was a voice, a female, with the accent of an Asian. The lady trailed off though and Gwen wasn't able to figure out where it was that they were, Kyle's voice entered next and spoke, reservations. Had he been certain she would come with him then? It seemed surreal, this all, and she wondered if perhaps she should fight it, if there was danger in this.<br><br>The night air suddenly touched her skin, skin flushed by the warmth of her reactions and by him and she shivered slightly, cooling now, the music fading away to be replaced by the sounds of a distant city. The mask was lifted and her eyes blinked, adjusting before she saw that the city did indeed lay sprawling beneath her. The Night Blooming Flower, that was a pretty name, one she had never heard before. But then she was a highschool senior, not exactly one use to attending fancy dinners or wearing expensive gowns or priceless gems. She stood and stared at the city, feeling like she should be down there on the streets rather then high above everyone with Kyle beside her. He drew her chair out for her, she noticed, he always thought of everything before she did it appeared, and so she tore her eyes away from the city beneath them and sank into the chair he held for her, absently biting her lip and worrying it.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>