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A Rainy Night (Angelic and Dakol)

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
Daniel Smith coughed as he ran through the heavy rain, his clothes soaked entirely as he reached his house. He slipped off his black hoodie and unlocked the door to his house, hoping that his babysitter wasn't there yet. Daniel tugged off his shoes quickly and stepped inside when his foot was caught on the carpet. His dark brown hair scraped against the floor, falling down.
"OW!" he yelled. With a trying grunt, he stood up and looked around. He didn't hear anything for now, so it must've been safe. "Man...my clothes..." he muttered, straightening up and standing at 5'11.
 
Claire loved the sound of rain, as long as she wasn't in it. The curtains were open, letting her listen to the sound of the rain hit the glass windows. Curling up on the sofa, she was told that Daniel would be out for a few hours, and that she had to watch him for a few days while his parents were outside on a trip. She had gotten this job because her parents were friends with his parents, and she had two weeks off from school, and why not make some money? Wearing a navy blue hoodie, with a white tank-top underneath and a pair of black sweatpants, she placed her book down, with the fireplace going, her feet had been toasty warm. Walking over to greet him, she shut the door behind him, she hadn't been waiting for a long time, saying that, "Are you going to take a shower now? You must be freezing. You should take a shower and change into something dry so you don't get sick." As an afterthought, she said, "I'll make you some hot chocolate."
 
Daniel jumped at the presence of Claire; obviously, he hadn't known she was here. With a nod, he turned away and walked down the hallway to his room. Being careful, he began to take off his clothes (which were incredibly damp) and threw them in his basket. Daniel then grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist tightly in fear of letting it slip off and letting Claire set what lay underneath. He didn't have much self-esteem when it came to women, so he generally avoided them whenever he could. Walking out of his room, he headed to the bathroom down the hall.
 
Claire let him dry off, and laid on the couch, splayed out, the hot mug rested on a coaster on the dining table. Laying back, she began to flip on the TV, wondering when he would be down. She was lonely, although rather comfortable, and didn't want to move from her position. She began to inch the hoodie off her body, it was becoming warm in here, almost too warm to be wearing such thick clothing due to the fireplace. Her low-cut tank-top revealed her breasts, going over to pour herself a cup of hot chocolate and got comfortable on the couch, breathing softly. Nothing good was on, laying the remote on the couch, and began to count imaginary sheep in her head before she fell asleep temporarily.
 
Daniel showered quickly; he just hated the feeling of cold non-water on his skin. Drying himself off, he went into his room and got dressed in his gray sweatpants and dark t-shirt before going down the hall and into the living room. "Claire..?" he whispered quietly, noticing that the TV was off and he couldn't hear her. He then saw her - sleeping, he assumed - and looked at her. He gulped gently at the sight of her cleavage and blushed, although he stayed quiet and looked away.
 
Claire gently moaned his name in her sleep, a blanket covering her body, but he was still able to see a peak of her cleavage, her slender legs shaped by the blanket that was draped over her. He was the only Daniel she knew, and it was odd that she was thinking of him inappropriately. She shouldn't be, reminding herself, because he was quite a few years younger than her. Still, she wondered what was underneath those pants. As she shifted in her sleep, her blanket slid up her leg to reveal creamy thighs hidden underneath. Her breathing was steady, there was no indication that she would be waking up anytime soon and when he called her name, she just grunted, she didn't want to wake up, her body was too tired.
 
"What..?" he murmured underneath his breath before he circled around the couch and in front of her. Daniel's eyes then wandered down her figure until he caught sight of her thighs. His hand immediately clenched into a fist and exhaled lightly.
 
"More, more.." Claire murmured in her sleep, tossing and turning, the blanket falling off and revealing a creamy shoulder. It seemed she had shimmied down to just a tank-top and a pair of pink panties, curling up, breathing heavily. It seemed like she was moaning, her lips parted, gently uttering his name in chants. It seemed like in her dream he was giving her what she wanted because then she let out a soft sigh, satisfied that he had filled her. She had assumed that she might as well indulge herself in a simple dream because it wasn't like it was reality, where it was inappropriate. Her dark brown hair had tumbled out of her normally neat ponytail, and instead had went down in waves, and he could smell the scent of her, as she got more and more into the dream, but her moans were quiet now, and if you didn't listen closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that she was doing anything more than just breathing.
 
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