s n e a king around {Demetri}

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Demetri leaned over and kissed next to Safira's ear. "Patience love, we have all day." He replied with a jaunty air. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. If they were going to sleep together once more today, he wanted to have a little fun with it beforehand. It would make the process much more thrilling.

[bugock]

Safira allowed Demetri to kiss her, and she returned it passionately. Even when they were fully clothed and not in bed his touch thrilled her. And the things she was risking by being with him, the danger and controversy on their relationship, it made it twice as satisfying. Safira's right hand found Demetri's face, the smoothness of the skin contrasting against the little facial hair he kept. She loved it, and his long, but not disgusting hair...

[broken]

Demetri broke the kiss and kissed down Safira's cheek. He kissed her collarbone, her jaw, et cetera. It was practically the same routine as earlier, but much, much faster, if that were possible. Demetri didn't mind. The only thing on his mind was Safira's satisfaction. Nothing more, nothing less. As long as his lover was happy, he was happy.

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Safira smiled a bit as Demetri's lips wandered, he knew how to make a girl happy. And extremely happy at that. Everything about him attracted her, from his physique to his dynamite personality. It was a thrill being in the same room with him, even if it made for very strained potions classes. But so far, nobody knew about them, they covered their tracks well.

[broken]

Demetri smiled and he stopped briefly. He leaned against Safira, placing his forehead against hers. He smiled at her gently. She was just so beautiful, it was amazing. Everything about her thrilled him to no end, and he absolutely loved her. He always knew that he would find someone, but never one quite like Safira.

((Ack, Writer's Block))

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Safira's hand found Demetri's hair, it was soft between her fingers. She loved it this way, which surprised even herself, as she had always tended to fall for the very clean and always perfectly shaved. Of course, not many boys in her year were capable of having the same kind of facial hair Demetri had. He was the antithesis of what she had originally considered to be her perfect man. And Safira loved it.

((OOC: It's okay )

[broken]

((OOC:I have no idea what to do with this.))

[bugock]

((OOC: Nor do I... I think it's dead.))