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Post by roxanne on Dec 31, 2008 4:09:08 GMT 1
Roxanne smiled at Cassian's groan and slowed her grinding to a maddening pace. She could taunt with the best of them. Her hands glided over his clothed shoulder blades lightly, tracing the outline of his body. He was glorious, really, she thought, cupping his face and trailing kisses over his features. Perhaps she could become accustomed to visiting his bed every night. She tried to banish the thought as soon as it appeared. Forsake all others just for one man? Ridiculous. She belonged to no man. But much as she tried, the idea seemed to linger on the fringes of her consciousness... images of her and Cassian together, basking in post-coital glow, learning one another completely, inch by inch, til there was nothing to discover and only union to be enjoyed. She trembled a little in Cassian's arms at the thought, not knowing whether it was in terror or pleasure at the idea.
Slowly, he began to divest Roxie of her dress. Sighing, she leaned her head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck affectionately. ”Patience?” she echoed, sounding a little amused, ”What-- me? Seriously?” Her hands slid down his front and she toyed with the waistband of his pyjamas for several long moments. ”You know me better than that...” she laughed, eyes twinkling mischievously in the darkness. She tossed her black hair over one shoulder and removed her hands in order to mould herself against him once again, resuming her grinding motion. A little purr of pleasure escaped her lips. ”Mmmm... Cass...” she murmured.
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Post by cassian on Jan 3, 2009 18:58:49 GMT 1
Roxanne was going to drive him mad if he wasn't careful. The rate that she began to grind against him was indeed maddening, and Cassian had to bite down onto his own lip in order to hold back a soft groan. Most of the time he was the strong silent type in bed, but Roxanne was special.. Once in a while, she could coax some sort of sound out from his lips.
Cassian couldn't help but smile lightly though, as Roxanne began to nuzzle herself into him affectionately. He resisted the urge to reach up and comb his fingers through her long hair.. Resisted the urge to whisper sweet words into her ear. Cassian wasn't stupid, he knew that's not what Roxanne wanted to hear. This was something casual, and there was no desire to make it anymore complicated than it had to be. "I do know you better than that, Roxie.. but it doesn't mean I can't try to coax some sort of patience from you.."
As she pressed herself up to him and began to grind once more, Cassian found he was unable to keep back a small groan this time. "Mmm, Rox.. if you want your dress on my floor, you'd better stop." He spoke softly, but plainly indicating that in order for her dress to be removed, she needed to shift her weight.. otherwise they would just continuously grind the entire night and nothing would get accomplished. As much as he wanted to savour this moment with her, Cassian knew that a man could only take so much grinding.
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Post by roxanne on Jan 3, 2009 20:32:39 GMT 1
You know me much too well... Roxanne thought suddenly, a little frightened at the thought, but she leaned back obediently and shifted away from Cassian, eventually coming to rest upright upon her knees in front of him. The offending dress, partly unfastened, had slid tantalizingly down one shoulder to reveal the golden-brown flesh beneath. A black bra strap stood bold against her skin.
"I just can't help but feel that if patience was really such a virtue... we'd all find more uses for it. You know?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow provocatively and smiling. "As it is, it only ever seems to get in my way." Roxie had spent her whole life waiting; waiting to grow up, waiting to be famous, waiting to be allowed to follow her dreams. And, whether she knew it or not, waiting for someone to show her that there was something beyond this physicality she craved. That there was an alternative to screwing around and it didn't necessarily have to be the kind of damaged, grief-filled love her parents shared. She lived in dread of being like her mother and father, pushed together by the things that tore them apart inside. It wasn't a real happy ending, just the best they could hope for under the circumstances. Roxanne could be under no illusions; her parents' marriage and union had been designed to fill the gap that her uncle's death had left.
She knew it was ridiculous to be thinking this much, at this hour, her head filled with firewhiskey, her senses filled with Cassian Zabini... but she found it near impossible to still her mind. It would need to be occupied then, she decided, and she hoped that Cassian would not notice that she seemed distracted. Longingly, she reached for him, her fingertips grazing his collar bone.
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