Forgive me

"Evil will never find peace. It may triumph, but it will never find peace." Indie RPG - multimuse - multiverse - GTM +1 - NSFW may appear - mun & muses both over 18 - loves angst, drama, romance, historical, horror, gruel, crime, detective, supernatural - HP rp available

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

[xladylola]

Seeing Francis moved to put on clothes made her do the same, she got up with the sheet wrapped around her naked body and went to collect her clothes. She listened to his advice as she put on her undergarments, turning to him with a surprised look and a sweet smile, she had never had a guy so concern with her well being, “I know, and I’ll be sure to tell him that he better get his life together because I won’t be there to get him out of trouble again”.

She pulled on her skirts as she nodded, “ I won’t be long but you are welcome to come with me”. However she shook her head when he said he could give him money. She came over to him and grabbed his hand, “please don’t even consider it. I wouldn’t let you give him a penny. He needs to fend for himself once and for all”.

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“Good,” Francis replied, sharing her a glance as he hopped on one leg to get his boots on. “He is a grown man. If he decides to gamble his life away, it is not your responsibility. You are a true dear, but don’t.” Once he managed to get his boots on, he pursed his lips at her words - nodding slowly. 

Once Francis was fully clothe again, he grabbed his favorite dagger - along with his hunting bow, wielding it on his back along with his quiver. “Shall we go?”

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

[xladylola]

When he asked if she wanted a chance at happiness she nodded, “Yes I do”. She was touched that he felt concerned about her safety back at the castle, and she was a bit concern too if she was honest. Aylee had already lost her life, so did Collin, all to get to Mary, either for her to stay or for her to go those close to the Queen of Scots were vulnerable to become a casualty to get to Mary. And now that she had altered the line of succession there were sure to be big repercussions, she had gained more enemies. She returned the squeeze to his hand and gave him a sweet smile, “Then I shall come with you. I feel safe with you. I just need to think of something to tell my friends, I don’t want them worrying I might be dead somewhere”. 

She nodded, unable to keep hidden the small smile at his protectiveness over her, “I promise I’ll be safe, I’ll just go to his chambers and give him a hug and a few words about his behavior”. She might be younger than him but she was one with a strong character and was not over chastising her brother when he screw up like this time. 

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“Do that,” Francis gave her a nod, getting up from the bed to at last fetch his trousers from the cold touching floor. “Please, try to get it into his little head. He has to know that you won’t be there to bail him out every once in a while. There are boundaries, Lola. He’s a grown man.” However, men easily fell for gambling nowadays. Especially when their life didn’t turned out like they thought it would. Although Francis didn’t know her brother, it would be a good explanation for his behavior. 

“I will pack,” Francis continued - granting her a charming smile as he pulled his trousers up to his hips. “Please, come back soon. Don’t make me worry about your safety. If you wish, I can come along with you?” Grabbing his leather boots from the tapestry in front of the fireplace, he hopped - slightly struggling to get them on. “I would love to give him some money, to start a new life with - for example. But I fear he won’t use it for lifesupplies.”

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

[xladylola]

Lola noticed some change in his eyes all of a sudden and she tilted her head a little and looked into his blue eyes, searching for an answer, “Francis, are you sure this what you want to do? With me? If you’re hesitating it’s okay”. She tried to reassure him that he was not obligated and that he could change his mind at any moment. 

When he said he would take her home her face fell for a second until he smiled and finished the sentence, she scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek, “I’ll just get dress and we can leave. Do you need help to pack your belongings? Or maybe I can go say goodbye of my brother while you pack so we can go sooner”. She didn’t want to overthink this and start finding all the things that could go wrong. For once she wanted to follow her heart and do what made her happy. 

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“But I’m not,” Francis replied, rather serious now. “You want a chance at being happy, am I right? Considering many blood has been spilled around court, I don’t think it is the right place to be around right now. I know for a fact that my brother will manage to take care of himself and his new fiancee,” he shuddered at the thought, refusing to call Mary her name, and continued. “But I can’t risk your life now people are still out there plotting against each other.” He took her hand, squeezing it softly, and shook his head. “I want you to come with me. For whatever time you want.” 

He shook his head at her offer, granting her a smile. “No need. I did not bring much. It won’t take long for me to pack. Feel free to say your brother goodbye, but make sure to stay out of trouble. Promise me you’ll stay around a crowd.” Not that many were trustable in these rooms. 

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

[xladylola]

Lola kept her eyes fixed on him, he was so excited that he didn’t even mind his nakedness. There was a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there the night before and it brought a soft smile to her face, it was so enticing to see him so animated. She wanted more than anything to go out in the world and just see what was out there before she was tied down to a husband.

She placed one hand on Francis hand on the bed, “Your offer is the most tempting one I’ve had. I want to see what the world has to offer”. She took a deep breath and then smiled, “So I agree, I want to go with you”

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Almost unfortunate for Francis, he didn’t know there was a letter to arrive him soon - if it would find him at all. The plans seemed to have changed around court. But how would he know if he was gone long before getting the message? His heart was still overwhelmed by the terrible news of his brother, the bastard, taking his throne - stealing his future wife all together - leaving Francis with nothing but a fortune of money in his pocket. His excitement wasn’t truly genuine, but with the ecstasy and alcohol still pumping through his veins, he thought he had the whole world at his feet. 

“I’ll take you home,” Francis replied to her - almost as if he, after all, declined his own offer, “-any time you want.” He smiled at her, taking a deep breath - if just to exhale all the pains from the other night before. “Whenever you’re ready, we will leave.”

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

[xladylola]

Lola watched him jumped form the bed and covered herself with the blankets, afraid he would start to get dress and told her it was time to go. But his next words surprise her, she sat up, pulling the covers around herself, pulling her legs closer to her chest, “What? Francis are you- are you suggesting that I go with you? Like, running away together?”. 

She must admit the idea was tempting, she didn’t like the life at court anymore, she had lost too much since she arrived at the castle, but could she just leave with him?. “But what about…”. She knows that if she runs with him her friendship with Mary will be very damaged, but she also deserve to be happy. “Where would we go?”

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Francis shrugged his shoulders, granting her a smile as he approached her again - sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Yes, let us run away together. There is a whole wild world ahead of us. Yet to be explored.” He pursed his lips at her words, yet not convinced by her worries. His vision of running away looked wild, full of adventure. A blank book, a new chapter. Why fear the future, now nothing could possibly go wrong? At least not for him. Yet he understood her concerns. She still had a purpose at court. Finding a suitable man to marry. He wouldn’t judge her, nor would he blame her once she decided to go back to court. Now Francis saw a bright new future after a good night rest, his heart and mind was enlightened. As if he at last spread his wings and finally appeared to be happy to take off flight. 

“We could go off to Sampigny. Or Verdun. To be honest, we can go wherever we want to go. What are your wishes? You know you don’t have to go with me, right? It is whatever you desire.”

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Metal and Dust - Francis & Lola

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Francis had turned to his side by now - his back pointing at Lola, afraid to show any more emotions than he already did. He was ashamed for misleading her, letting her believe something, something that was clearly not over yet. Mary was still on his mind, and the more he thought of it, the angrier he got.

He shook his head, almost as if he was in denial, and he shrugged at her words. “I don’t know what I am, really. Everything is ruined. Everything is gone.” Francis closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt Lola’s lips caressing his skin. “I hope you’ll find a man whom’s actually worth your love. You deserve someone that cares about you, Lola.” He turned back to her once more, and touched her cheeks as he kissed her forehead. “Promise me you’ll take good care of yourself.”

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Lola watched him turned to the other side and let out a sighed, he was closing up on her again, she shouldn’t have say anything. Why did she always had to speak without thinking, She rubbed his arm softly, pulling the covers over him some more, not wanting him to get cold. “You are Francis. Not the Dauphin, not the future king, not the heir of Henry and Catherine. You are just Francis, the kind man that cares for others, the guy that has a broken heart but still found it in himself to help a girl when she was to be gambled. The guy that has a sweetness in his eyes and a warm in his smile. A man that can make anything he wishes of his life, but it’s your choice now who Francis is, it’s your decision. Your father and mother, the king and queen, they no longer get to dictate who you have to be, now you can decide who you want to be”.

“ You deserve someone that cares about you, Lola”, his words sting, -someone that cares about her, if only that was easy- she thought and it felt like a hole in her stomach but she hide it with a soft smile, moving away from his kiss quickly, “You must not worry about me, Francis. I’ll do what I’m expected to do and you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine, I always am”.

@xladylola

Francis batted his eyes at her words. Touched by her kindness. She did help his heart mend a little. Created some sort of light in the bottom of his heart - and not because of the sex they had the night before. Her words were supporting. Something any man would desire in his life. Lola was a true friend for telling him the truth. Allowing him to encourage his own decisions. She was right. Now he was banished from court, no longer a worthy nor future KIng, his life was crowned to be his. His and his only. A faint smile curled up from his lips, and even though Lola was yet to stop talking, he jumped up from the bed - shaking his head as he lifted his hands. 

“Lola,” Francis spilled as he looked at her with a smile. “What are we ranting about? I am free. For as far as our concerns, you are too. No offense, but do your parents care about your brother, or you having to bail out your brother? Why don’t go with me. If just for a little road trip, until I found another spot to settle in. If you wish you can always go back to court later?”

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I was tagged by @doortwentytwo​

Name: ! (I’m okay w/telling people if we talk lol) Nicknames: pineapple Birthday: 1th of April Star Sign: Aries Gender: Lady Height: 1.63 Lucky Number: 44 Last thing I googled: wax for sealing stamps 

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I’m not going to leave your side.

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I got this baby for christmas

Can I just share this amazing christmas present with you? I got this beauty for Christmas! It's not my picture, since mine is a bit darker and a lot bigger - mine is a tapestry, and I'm planning on hanging it on my wall. Couldn't be more happy (L)_(L)

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Demolition lover - Open

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doortwentytwo:

Her lean legs wrapped around his waist immediately, clutching onto him. She couldn’t believe he was picking her up again, she was wet and needy and she could feel his need for her too, it was pressing against her, pushing into her skin but not where she’d wanted it. When she realized they were going to his bedroom, she thought about how she’d never even seen his home before. Bedrooms were intimate. They’d never even had sex in her own. A couch and a shower. This was an upgrade, or so she thought. Until they entered his bedroom.

Her eyes didn’t know where to look first, the tools, some sharp, some scary, or the animals adorning the walls. All dead. Lifeless. Hanging there for some kind of decoration. God. He was fucked up and she didn’t know anything about him but she was moaning his name and asking him to take her completely, make her his and his alone. “Nigel,”she murmured against his lips but any thought or doubt crossing her mind was ignored because he was taking her to a bed unlike any she’d ever been in. It was giant, plush and dark and she didn’t have the energy to even think about stopping. She had to become his, she had to.

The crosses on the walls were staring at her, she swore, but she found herself oddly enjoying the absurdity of it all. It felt like she was in a different world, in a different time, and there was nothing else that existed but the two of them. Her hands found their way down his strong back, feeling the curve, gripping at his waist as she lay back in his mattress. “Baby,”she said, finding his lips to kiss him again, “I love you,”she said quietly, a reminder to them both.

Nigel didn’t stop when she murmured his name against his lips. He was too greedy. Craving for more than just words. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to touch ever little inch of her skin, and breathe her. Allowing her to become a part of him - just like he allowed his previous partner once. Maybe Nicolette and he could create a connection. Was she his new bearer. He shivered at her touch again, smirking because of the familiar soft fabric under their naked bodies. It felt good to be in his own bedroom. To do this in his own bed. It felt safe - no matter how strange that sound. 

However, he cocked his head at her words - afraid she would continue the struggle, tell him how much she disliked the room - but she didn’t. He smiled against her lips, kissing her as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “I love you more.”

It was strange to say. Every time he did so. It was like taking another bite of the forbidden fruit. The apple of Eden. As if the serpent hissed into his ear, demanding him to stop this nonsense. Yet he didn’t listen. Quite in contrary even. He took his solid cock to rub it against her pussy as he kissed her, and without a warning he slowly slipped into her. His back arched. His fingers searched for hers to intertwine, and he kissed her neck as he slowly started to move. 

His bed truth its age. It started to make certain eery noises with every move he made, and the first mistake was a chest facing him - on the ground next to his nightstand. “I’m sorry,” he moaned as he faced the other way - having no actual content. “Tell me what you want.”

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Stranger in the woods

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Francis threw a glance over his shoulder, as if he expected his personal guard to be around by any chance. Francis heard many stories from strangers, fake, but thought through. However, this woman had no idea with who she was dealing with - nor with the current events of the woods. As he steadied his breath, he put his hand on the stele of his sword to rest.

“Surely you can enlighten me then,” he replied with a forced smile on his face. Though he didn’t fear the blood cult, he could never be too careful. “The keeper, you say?” he muttered as he approached her slowly. “Excuse my curiosity, but I as future King of France know that you are lying. You’d be a fool for trying to mess with me like that.”

belladonna-of-thraneal:

“Oh I know who you are, your grace.” She smiled slyly. “And I can assure you I speak the truth. Also, did I not say I keep the forest? I do not own it. I tend to its needs. I listen to it. It is my duty. I do not belong to any cult.” She said softly, “I do not try to deceive you my liege, I am very much in service of your kingdom.”

Francis cocked his head - suspicious by her sudden change of approaching through tongue. Now he was known as a King to her. It was ridiculous. He threw a glance to one of his guards riding in the distance, and he placed his thumb and index finger between his lips to give them a whistle. The stamping of the horses thundered through the ground - approaching them at high speed - and he batted his eyes as the arrived at the scene. 

“I’m most sorry, woman, for I don’t believe your story.” He bit down on his lower lip and gestured something to the guards. Something unnoticeable and small. “Imprison her.” 

The guards got off their horses, and two of them approached the woman to grab her arms. “No one keeps the forest,” Francis continued after a while. “It wouldn’t allow it...”

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More than an arms reach - Open (Francis)

“Your Grace!” a guard shouted as Francis rode off on his horse with a great smirk on his face. “Please, Sir, where are you heading? The king is waiting for you!” Francis granted a glance and favored him a friendly nod. “I’m off riding. Tell my father I’ll be back at court in an hour.” Or so... None of his father’s business was of real importance now anyway. Though no freedom was granted, he felt more alive when he was on his horse riding. It wasn’t usual to have royals wandering around stables. But it didn’t keep Francis from snooping around every once a while.

The lake was beautiful once more. The breeze was pleasant, even though a rough winter was planned to come around soon, and Francis his mind was at ease. At least, for now. As soon as he made his way around the woods, he crossed a fellow rider - causing his horse to kick back and forth in fear.

“Wow, easy,” he gasped as he took the bridles to keep the horse in command. “Easy now!” Although his strength, and caring pats, the horse tilted to his hind legs - causing Francis to loose his grip and fall to the ground face flat.

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New muse

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Francis II of Valois

For real now.

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Demolition lover - Open

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Nicolette never knew what was going to happen next with Nigel, it was part of what made her want to be with him, the excitement, the cheap crashes after feeling so good, it was like chasing a high. In those moments, everything felt good with him, and she didn’t care about the thrill of being together, she just wanted him and nothing else. She was surprised his fingers were bold enough to touch her but the rhythm and slow motions were driving her crazy, her mind had already articulated that she wanted him, but now her body was too, reacting to every touch by making her wet, sending shivers up her spine that made her push towards his body for more of the same.

“Nigel,” his name came out in a soft little moan, back arched as his lips pressed into her breasts, a weakness of hers. She touched his hair gently, her fingers curling into it, holding onto the strands like they were security. A little grin came over her face as he cursed, had he ever done that before? It turned her on. He wasn’t shy, nervous Nigel when he was touching her and controlling her body with his fingertips. He turned into someone else. And she wanted him to feel that powerful, he was her King, after all.  Her lips parted as she kissed him, allowing his tongue entrance, rubbing her own over his, his sweet taste becoming familiar to her.

Pink lips parted from his own, only so she could catch her breath, his faster speed was making her hips squirm, her curvy ass rocking against the dresser. “Fuck me,”she whispered against his lips, kissing him hard, “Nigel, fuck me,”she said again, between kisses and hard breaths.

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He gasped for breath as she kissed him. His erection pushed against the inside of her thigh, and his fingers became wet. A smirk played onto his lips, and he playfully took her lower lip between his lips again - sucking it softly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. “I will,” he panted as he cocked his head to look at her. “I will baby.” 

It surprise him, that word - since he never used it before. Like, really never. This was the first time it rolled off his tongue, trailing down his lips like a waterfall. His body shivered, hesitated by a lack of oxygen and love. He was excited, horny. He wanted more from her. He wanted her whole. He wanted her for the rest of his life. He wanted her to be his. Officially, permanently, marked. He pulled out at once, grabbing his cock at last, and rubbed it against her pussy as he kissed her hungrily. He wanted to fuck her, but not here. Not yet. Their love was too fresh. Way too fresh to go through the house like this. Besides, if he would go on like this, his house would be broken in a matter of minutes. And that would destroy him - even though it wouldn’t right away. 

He scooped her off the dresser now - forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist - and he wandered through the hallway to find his bedroom between a heavy make out. As they entered his bedroom, a whole new world opened for them. His desk was filled with tools and bottles. Animals in formaldehyde on different shelves, Templar crosses hanging on the walls, and crucifixes standing, hanging and laying from every angle. All turned to the wrong side. His bed - on the other hand - was gigantic for a loner. It was a four-poster, with the curtains and all. As if it was plucked out of the bedroom of King Francis himself. The bordeaux red curtains were opened, neatly draping to the sides of every pole, and the lines were prepared with care. 

Though Nigel should be concerned about exposing all of his hobbies and secret fantasies, he couldn’t give a damn right now. He stumbled on his feet, rushing towards the bed, and yet laid her down gently to climb on top of her afterwards. Even though this room was most terrifying. 

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OOC - so fucking happy

//Can I please let everyone know how fucking happy I am? @doortwentytwo just introduced me to this xkit thing. And my holy God, this shit is amazing. I’m in a whole new world. My feels, I can’t even. At last I’m able to edit my fucking posts again. No more endless paragraphs after another. I love you baby

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Demolition lover - Open

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Nigel hovered his bare body above her, playing the active part for once, and brushed through her hair as he kissed her. He shivered at the taste of her lips, craving for more as the seconds passed. She was here. She was really here - he repeated in his head as he forced his arm around her middle to pull her close. He panted irregularly, his lips bumping as he made some clumsy moves, and he scooped her off the couch to lift her towards the hallway. His cock was almost rock solid, dangling around - bumping against Nicolette’s lower back as he walked. 

He apologized under his breath as he kicked her feet against a small pile of books. He tiptoed as the books fell down to his path, and he rushed upstairs so he could kiss here there - roughly and passionate against the wall. Regardless of many of his precious drawings hanging there - portraying the human anatomy. Normally he would’ve cursed anyone touching them, but she was different. She made him forget about all of the useless bullshit in his house. He would never become a surgeon. Not after his history. Besides, he was registered as dead - for as far as he could remember. 

After he swiped his arm along the bank on his dresser, he forced her to sit down - grabbing her ass with both hand to pull her close and kiss her once more. “I want you too,” he finally breathed against her lips - his chest heavily moving by his panting. “Tell me if I’m too rough…”

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Nicolette sucked in a hitched breath as he picked her up, her arms slipping around his neck to hold tight to him, afraid of being dropped to the ground. His arms felt strong and lean, like he could bare her weight but they were both vibrating with love and need for each other, it felt almost explosive. She pulled her legs in a little after her ankles crashed into the weight of the books, it stung but only for a moment, because she was suddenly kissing him and feeling his hard cock press between them, teasing her with his length and readiness to connect their bodies and become one.

As he readied the dresser, she looked at the drawings on the wall. They were creepy. Bodies, completely detached from any human sentiment. It felt strange and oddly liberating all at once to think of the human anatomy in such a way. For a girl so obsessed with the function and look of her body, thinking of herself as separated from weight and height and curve, it was damn appealing. Her body coming down on to the top of the dresser distracted her from her wandering thoughts and she lifted her knees to wrap her legs around his waist, wanting him near to her, to feel the heat of his skin against her.

“I’ll tell you,”she reassured him before she kissed him again, her eyes closing as she tasted his sweet lips, his breath against her own. Her hands moved to his neck, grazing his skin, into his messy hair, touching him as if she had never felt him before, wanting to know every contour and shape of his body. 

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Nigel panted against her lips, touching her nose with his as he trailed his hands down to her hips - and smiled at her words. He was happy to hear that. He wanted her to feel comfortable around him. She shouldn’t do anything against her will, or feel intimidated by him. Nigel rarely approached people into their personal space. Only his victims were granted such close communication - along with Alex. Even his father never came that close to him. His bare legs rubbed against the drawers as he pulled her closer - touching her female parts unannounced.

“I want you to feel good,” he muttered as he kissed her neck. “I want you to want me.” He closed his eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her - making sure to keep to a slow rhythm to drive her crazy. He kissed her lips, briefly, and went down to her chest to kiss her breasts as he continued stimulating her. He wanted her dearly. Even more than ever now he finally gave in to his real feelings. It could matter, in the end. How reckless he became with throwing himself onto an unknowing woman. But he couldn’t resist. Not anymore. Not after hiding in the shadows for so long. Never experiencing true love, real sex. Passionate, rough sex. Sex at all for the matter.

“I want to fuck you,” he muttered as he kissed her neck. “I want to make love to you.” He bit down on her lower lip, moving up the speed now - his fingers searching for her sweet spot, and he brushed the tip of his tongue along her lower lip asking her to join.

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Demolition lover - Open

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Nigel hovered his bare body above her, playing the active part for once, and brushed through her hair as he kissed her. He shivered at the taste of her lips, craving for more as the seconds passed. She was here. She was really here - he repeated in his head as he forced his arm around her middle to pull her close. He panted irregularly, his lips bumping as he made some clumsy moves, and he scooped her off the couch to lift her towards the hallway. His cock was almost rock solid, dangling around - bumping against Nicolette’s lower back as he walked. 

He apologized under his breath as he kicked her feet against a small pile of books. He tiptoed as the books fell down to his path, and he rushed upstairs so he could kiss here there - roughly and passionate against the wall. Regardless of many of his precious drawings hanging there - portraying the human anatomy. Normally he would’ve cursed anyone touching them, but she was different. She made him forget about all of the useless bullshit in his house. He would never become a surgeon. Not after his history. Besides, he was registered as dead - for as far as he could remember. 

After he swiped his arm along the bank on his dresser, he forced her to sit down - grabbing her ass with both hand to pull her close and kiss her once more. “I want you too,” he finally breathed against her lips - his chest heavily moving by his panting. “Tell me if I’m too rough…”