picnic date

[stealth_andsecrets]

Anastasia has arranged a nice picnic at Long Beach, complete with a variety of fruits and cheeses. She selected some place far away enough from Los Angeles, so not have to deal with the daily drama that occurs in the larger city.

The weather was nice today too. She watched the waves, as she waited for Niverian to arrive. As she waited, Purple enjoyed the sunlight. Today she was wearing a sexy sailor swimsuit.

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[stealth_andsecrets]

She chuckles at the tousled hair. And reaches out to smooth it out a little with her fingers.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He grins when she does. "Thank you, dearest," he tells her, sitting back down next to her on their picnic blanket and leaning over to kiss her cheek.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She gently runs her fingers down his bare back. Smiling softly. "I love your blue..."

[nonvillainouscipher]

He keeps grinning, running his fingers through her hair. "I love your purple," he replies. "Hmm... blue and purple. Two colours that go very well together, no?"

[stealth_andsecrets]

"Well it does take blue... to make purple."

[nonvillainouscipher]

Another quiet chuckle. "So it does," he replies, giving her another brief kiss on the lips, and a few more on top of the first. "And red, too..." Which happens to be the colour of his eyes. The whole of both of his eyes, in fact, since Chiss don't have irises or pupils...

[stealth_andsecrets]

A soft moan escaped from the kisses. And she slightly scatches up his flesh...

"They are primary colors."

[nonvillainouscipher]

"They are..." he agrees, shifting a little closer, kissing her again, running a hand along her waist and hips.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She likes the feeling of his touch. And she shifts closer too. "You make me jittery sometimes."

[nonvillainouscipher]

He smiles against her mouth. "Am I making you jittery now?" he murmurs.

[stealth_andsecrets]

"Very much so. In a very good way."

[nonvillainouscipher]

"Good..." he murmurs, kissing her again. Of course, regardless of how many people may or may not be nearby, they're still in public at the moment... Kissing, touching and close proximity are as far as he'll be going with her for the time being.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She desires more of him. But respect that right now it is just kissing and touching. And is really... letting him determine if he wants to go somewhere more private.

"I have a little news. On Lorne."

[nonvillainouscipher]

He pulls away only a little, a centimetre or two. "How is he?"

[stealth_andsecrets]

"A little better. He is helping the Iniative research The Trio. And their plans."

[nonvillainouscipher]

"Good," he says, smiling a little. He pauses for a moment. "Has he forgiven himself yet? For killing Lindsay?"

[stealth_andsecrets]

"No." Purple brushes her hair away from her face. "He has made plans... to sign the lease of the bar to Mouse. To keep it safe."

[nonvillainouscipher]

He sighs. "I hope it won't come to that... I know this kind of thing takes time. It took me more than a month to forgive myself for my first kill. But I didn't have guilt-induced tumours eating away at my insides..." He idly toys with the ends of her hair, leaning his forehead against hers for a few minutes.

[stealth_andsecrets]

"He will be okay... I think he is determining his own path now."

[nonvillainouscipher]

He smiles, though it's a shade uncertain. "I really hope so." He exhales gently, and kisses her again, opting to keep his mind away from depressing topics by means of stirring up a distracting hormone haze. It's worked very well for him before, after all... especially with her.

[stealth_andsecrets]

His kiss is bringing forth those desires again. "Hope... is good."

[nonvillainouscipher]

"Yes it is..." he agrees, voice dropping to a murmur, shifting onto his side again to press a little closer to her, continuing the kiss.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss. Enjoying the closeness between them. The warmth.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He slides his arms around her too, tangling up their legs, cradling the back of her head in one hand. His breathing starts to pick up a little, certain... desires starting to bubble up in him. He's a little reluctant to take this somewhere more private, though... after all, they haven't been here on the beach very long.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her breathing is hitched, and her heart is racing. Anastasia moans as he is tangled around her. But somehow, she can tell that he is holding back.

"Niverian..." She whispers his name. It is spoken with a burning need.

((bed))