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]

"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))

[nonvillainouscipher]

He lets out a quiet moan of his own, breathing heavily himself. That whisper is enough to make him no longer care about the fact that they haven't been here very long. It's almost... trivial. "I think," he manages to get out between breaths, "we should... take this somewhere more private..."

((Sleep well!))

[stealth_andsecrets]

"That would... be a very good idea..." She was glad that he had asked.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He smiles, takes a moment to try to temporarily break through the testosterone haze currently clouding his mind, and asks, "Where to, then?"

[stealth_andsecrets]

"My bedroom would be fine..." Either way, it is just a PINpoint away.

((have to help dad with outside chores today. Will be sporadic posting))

[nonvillainouscipher]

He smiles, retrieves his PINpoint, and transports them back, complete with their picnic stuff. He also makes sure the door to her room is shut and locked, so they won't be interrupted. That done, he goes back to her and pulls her against him, kissing her again, this time with much more heat and passion.

((No worries! :D I did a practice sketch of Purple last night, btw. Still not done with it, but I'll scan it when I get a chance and drop it into our Dropbox folder :P,))

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her fingers caress through his hair, as Niverian pulls her close, and she returns his kisses with just as much heat and passion.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He slips a hand under one of the straps of her swimsuit, slipping it off her shoulder, closely followed by the other strap, still kissing her. As fetching as she looks in that swimsuit, it's going to get in the way of what he has in mind.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her body arched as he slipped off the straps of her swimsuit. She had no problems herself touching his flesh, as he was only wearing his trucks.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He slides the swimsuit down, helping her out of it, a pleased sort of shiver dancing up his spine at her touch. He shifts his attention from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck and shoulders, on her left side, running a hand up her waist.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Every kiss brought a gasp of pleasure from Anastasia. She arched to his touch. His presence.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He starts towards the bed, gently pulling her with him, arms around her waist, breathing much heavier now with... excitement.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her heart pounded, her breathing hitched, and Anastasia felt that her whole body, soul and heart belonged only to him.

[nonvillainouscipher]

Right now, there's nothing else in the universe but him and her, here in this moment. He kisses her mouth again, guiding one of her hands to his hips, right above the waistband of his swimming trunks... the last remaining bit of clothing between them.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She smiled softly, purring against his lips. "Can't have this in the way..." And she gently pushed the swimsuit off his hips.