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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[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.

[nonvillainouscipher]

"No, no we can't," he murmurs, smiling against her lips. Once the trunks are off, he resumes kissing her, pressing her down onto the bed on her back and following a moment later, climbing on top of her. Here he pauses to take a moment, exploring her with his hands, pressing close while he does.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She moaned softly when he started to explore her body with his hands. Her own hands trailed down his back, enjoying being so close to him.

[nonvillainouscipher]

He arches into her touch, returning to kissing her neck, shoulders, and collar bone, eventually trailing down to her breasts, running one hand along her back, the other down her arm, savouring every moment.

[stealth_andsecrets]

She moans louder, to the trail of kisses down her neck, shoulders, collar bone and down to her breats. When he reaches that point, her body arches again, and her moans become louder. More passionate.

[nonvillainouscipher]

Those moans spur him on, enough to make him stop taking his time with her. He tangles his hand up in her hair, kissing her mouth again, heart pounding, eyes fluttering closed as he starts to move.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her body moves with his. There is a small tinge of disappointment that he didn't take more time to pleasure her in different ways. But in the same moment, she understands that he had admitted not being familiar with those different ways.

Anastasia kisses him back, moaning against his lips.

[nonvillainouscipher]

That's... part of it. The other part has more to do with not being able to hold off any longer. His motions are long, slow, sensual. A small, quiet, and definitely pleased shudder escapes him, closely followed by a few moans of his own. He savours every part of this experience, savours being this close to her, being united with the woman he loves. And that last thing... makes everything that much more intense for him. He had no real emotional connection to most of the women he'd been with before, only mutual desire. And it's different, very different, when that emotional connection is there. To him... it makes the whole thing that much better.

[stealth_andsecrets]

Her expressions of pleasure are more audible, as she loudly moans to each long, slow and sensual motion. She savours this experience too. Expressing their love in a more intimate and pleasurable experience.

And she gasps out his name.

[nonvillainouscipher]

Her name escapes him in more of a breathy whisper. He picks up the pace just a little, trying to hold off the inevitable for a little while longer, to make this last as long as he can. And he manages to, for awhile. Eventually, though, that final moment does arrive for him. He cries out, arching against her, pressing as close as he can. A few seconds later, he sinks down on top of her, sliding his arms around her, nestling his head in the crook of her neck, and pressing a pair of gentle kisses there, smiling, contented.