f l i r t a tious (blake)

[samara]

Samara was slightly blown away by this new fact. However, it didn't change who Blake was, in her mind. So he liked boys and girls, it didn't matter in the slightest to her. She looked up at him and comfortingly kissed his lips, holding his cheek gently with one hand. It was rare of her to ever show any compassion, or love, for another person, especially within only a short while of meeting him. This was probably the most spontaneous thing she'd ever done, but, strangely, Samara didn't regret a thing she'd said or done.

[blake]

Blake was stunned as she simply accepted the fact. He grinned despite the heavy moment, kissing her as he took her face in his hands. He never imagined someone who understood him to such an extent could have existed. There she sat. He hadn't thought she could be more beautiful, and there she was, radiant. The kiss was sweet, and loving. One he could remember sharing with anyone else. It didn't matter if she was his forever, at least she was his now.

and maybe longer the thought shocked himself, but he knew it was true. He wouldn't under appreciate Samara.

[samara]

Samara didn't believe in true love, or love at first sight, or any of the other cliche things that only seemed to happen in romantic novels and movies. Real life was cold, unfeeling, merciless, and cruel, Samara had always felt so. However, when she looked into Blake's eyes she got a feeling she had never felt before. It was... magical. Absolutely surreal, he was everything she could have ever asked for. Maybe this was a sign for change. Maybe Blake was supposed to be some sort of guardian angel sent for her. Whomever he was, he was perfect.

[blake]

"You're amazing," he whispered. He stroked her cheek, before he realized the moon had begun the graceful descent beneath the cloudy horizon. He stood, scooping her in his arms as he walked back toward the beach where their clothes lay in crumpled heaps. Setting her on her feet, he handed her her clothes, before pulling on his own jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, not wanting the night to be over.

"Hope we can do this again," he smiled, pulling his shirt over his head.

[samara]

Samara smiled softly, slipping her dress over her head. It was a shame the night had to end, she had rather been enjoying herself. Blake was a great person, and they'd instantly become not only great lovers, but also great friends. However, with a start, she realized she'd not slept with him like she'd been planning. The thought was oddly... comforting. "Yes," she said, smiling. "I'd love to." Samara stepped forward and placed her hands on either side of Blake's face and kissed him deeply.

((OOC: start a new thread?))