Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
"I'd hardly be an even match," Olivia answered with a shrug at Sebastian's offer to duel his sister. "I've never found anyone willing to teach me, so if she's been practicing she'll have quite the advantage on me."
But Sebastian seemed more than happy to follow her out to the garden and her heart skipped beats when his hand held hers. Olivia couldn't look away from his eyes and while there was nothing inherently erotic about biting into a strawberry she still felt her knees go weak and her thighs quake as he somehow made it suggestive. She didn't struggle when he pulled her closer, not quite caring about propriety as he pressed the remainder of the sweet berry against her lips and she took a bite. This time as he begged entrance to her lips Olivia didn't hesitate. Tentatively she explored his tongue with her own, not entirely sure of how this was supposed to go. One arm draped over his shoulder, around his neck. That felt sort-of correct, anyway. When he pulled back she was trembling in his arms though the weather was still warm. She smiled weakly when the viscount confessed that he was falling for her, but before she could make any sort of answer his lips were on hers again.
"Sebastian..." Olivia could barely force her voice above a whisper. She smiled and laughed nervously, breathily, and her fingers played with his hair. "Oh God Sebastian...I wish I believed in love at first sight. I'd feel a little less silly for falling so completely for you so quickly." She laughed nervously again and averted her eyes, feeling color rise in her face again.
She spotted the trail of strawberry juice which had run from his chin down his neck and hesitated only a moment, so as not to lose her nerve. Leaning in she kissed his throat where it had been stained, pulling little bits of flesh into her mouth and running her tongue along it. Up she went from his collarbone to his throat, to his jaw, to his chin. Finally her lips were near his and she smiled again.
"Can't have it staining," she said, her lips brushing Sebastian's as she spoke, "or people will think we've been up to something naughty." She chuckled before stealing another long, slow kiss as she curled his hair around her fingers. "I'm glad I'm marrying you Sebastian," she murmured when she broke for air, "since I don't think God Himself could have picked anyone more perfect."
But Sebastian seemed more than happy to follow her out to the garden and her heart skipped beats when his hand held hers. Olivia couldn't look away from his eyes and while there was nothing inherently erotic about biting into a strawberry she still felt her knees go weak and her thighs quake as he somehow made it suggestive. She didn't struggle when he pulled her closer, not quite caring about propriety as he pressed the remainder of the sweet berry against her lips and she took a bite. This time as he begged entrance to her lips Olivia didn't hesitate. Tentatively she explored his tongue with her own, not entirely sure of how this was supposed to go. One arm draped over his shoulder, around his neck. That felt sort-of correct, anyway. When he pulled back she was trembling in his arms though the weather was still warm. She smiled weakly when the viscount confessed that he was falling for her, but before she could make any sort of answer his lips were on hers again.
"Sebastian..." Olivia could barely force her voice above a whisper. She smiled and laughed nervously, breathily, and her fingers played with his hair. "Oh God Sebastian...I wish I believed in love at first sight. I'd feel a little less silly for falling so completely for you so quickly." She laughed nervously again and averted her eyes, feeling color rise in her face again.
She spotted the trail of strawberry juice which had run from his chin down his neck and hesitated only a moment, so as not to lose her nerve. Leaning in she kissed his throat where it had been stained, pulling little bits of flesh into her mouth and running her tongue along it. Up she went from his collarbone to his throat, to his jaw, to his chin. Finally her lips were near his and she smiled again.
"Can't have it staining," she said, her lips brushing Sebastian's as she spoke, "or people will think we've been up to something naughty." She chuckled before stealing another long, slow kiss as she curled his hair around her fingers. "I'm glad I'm marrying you Sebastian," she murmured when she broke for air, "since I don't think God Himself could have picked anyone more perfect."