f l i r t a tious (blake)

[blake]

Blake took a deep breath as he willingly plunged below, following Samara as they dove deeper into the ebony darks of the waves. The only illumination was the fingers of milky moonlight which grew fainter and fainter as they continued below. Blake was momentarily stunned, as he faced Samara, deep beneath the surface, as he always had these moments. Moments where he realized how the simplest of things could bring out a true persons nature. Her flaming hair floated in a halo around her head, eyes glittering even in the darkening waters. He grinned, pointing upward, as he briefly wondered how he looked in moments. He wondered what his true self looked like.

[samara]

Samara grinned back. He looked very... innocent. His golden hair created a sort of halo around his head, glowing faintly. He looked almost angelic. It was a beautifully simplistic thing, and Samara couldn't help but feel her smile grow. When he pointed upwards, she nodded, and she began swimming fluidly towards the surface. Samara was happy she'd gotten the opportunity to take swimming lessons when she was a little girl. They had really come in handy. Samara surfaced, flipping her head back and getting her long flaming locks from out of the way of her eyes.

[blake]

That simple gesture almost drove Blake insane. He felt the familiar rush of hormones, and attraction as he gazed at the girl, flipping her long hair. It had been a sad admittance, but Blake had realized that girls really could hold the power, no matter how charming the man. The little things they did, drove them insane.

His hands found her waist, pulling her to him in the water. His lips halted only for a moment, before they found hers.

((OOC: How far do you see the two going tonight?? ))

[samara]

Samara felt Blake's hands on her hips, pulling her closer and she welcomed the gesture. However, when his lips met hers her throat clenched up and stomach knotted. It wasn't everyday she had a feeling like that, and not every boy's kiss gave her butterflies. Tonight was obviously the exception. She melted into the kiss, treading water and holding herself close to the boy she'd only just begun her game with. She moved fast, but this just seemed natural to her. Samara wondered what it was about Blake that was making her feel the way she did...

[blake]

The kiss was by far one of the most raw that Blake had experienced. It startled him, before his hands moved to her cheeks, cupping her face gently. When they parted, he smiled his smile, before pulling her beneath the waves again. It was so fun, it was almost innocent. Innocent with no hidden agenda, or evil intentions. It reminded Blake of his first time he had ever felt this way, as he smiled at the thought. Grinning, he made his way to the surface once more, hauling himself onto the dock. Running a hand through his wet mess of hair, he offered his hand to Samara.

[samara]

Samara was almost sad when the kiss was broken. Still, she hid her disappointment with a grin. It was a wonderful thing, so raw and beautiful. It shocked her, that such a boy, one so like her, so flirtatious and independent, was capable of a kiss like that. She swam with him towards the dock, taking his hand and hoisting herself onto the dock, lounging beside him. She ran her hands through her wet hair, untangling the fiery mess. The moon made the both of their skin glow an unearthly white, but it was almost beautiful, in a way.

[blake]

Blake propped himself up on his elbows, casting his gaze on the girl. She was like a fiery angel. He sat up, tilting her chin up, words no longer necessary. It was as if she saw into his thoughts, something few people could have said they understood. He paused momentarily, watching her eyes, before their lips met again. It was just as before, the fireworks sparking, their lips tasting of the waters below the docks. His hand reached up, gently stroking the bright flaming hair that still fascinated him.

[samara]

Samara was pleasantly surprised as Blake kissed her again. It was bliss, the sparks flying, his hand stroking her hair, their bodies intertwining. Smiling into the kiss, she sat up and placed her hands on either side of his face, resting gently on his cheeks as the pair kissed. The whole situation was lovely. The moon shining brightly, sitting on the dock and kissing like there was no tomorrow. Samara held Blake close, wondering what was going to become of her, now that she was with a boy like him. Would this be a one night stand? Or would it be more?

((OOC: Awh, they're actually cute!))

[blake]

Blake wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he kissed her forehead. This had been a scene he could never imagined. A feeling he could never have imagined. He realized he hadn't thought she could be this...wonderful. He kissed her, melting against her lips, one arm around her waist, the other in that hair which seemed irresistible to him. He smiled as they parted momentarily. He brushed her hair back from her cheek. He felt as if there should have been words, but no words were needed. It was too perfect.

[samara]

Samara watched him, for a moment, cuddling into his warm embrace. There weren't words to describe the situation. Her emotions were running wild, her heart and mind were racing. Blake was... wonderful. He was different from all of the other guys that she'd played with. Though he was probably the most dangerous choice for a steady boyfriend, something she'd never really had, it was still... magical. "You're different..." she whispered, almost in awe, reaching up to caress the boy's face. It was beautiful, and magical, and everything she could have ever wanted. Samara had to remind herself that she'd only met the boy an hour before, and that things were moving fast...

[blake]

Blake smiled, holding her hand as it caressed his face, thumb rubbing her hand gently. "As are you," his lips kissed her temple once again. He sat up, arms still wrapped around her as he played with her hair. Even just being near her was enough to make his breath catch.

"Tell me your story," he whispered, lips tickling her ear. He had never asked that of a girl before. He had never cared before.

[samara]

Samara was a bit taken aback by the question. She pondered it for a moment before beginning, realizing how much no one really knew about her. "Well, my parents are famous. So, it's never easy. I'll admit, I like being known, but sometimes it's just not fun, being recognized everywhere I go. I'm sort of... spoiled. I flirt and get boys whenever I want them and I've never worked a day in my life... I steal from my father's wallet in order to buy nice clothes..." she admitted, turning a bright red from being ashamed. She'd never admitted that to another soul before, and it made her look terrible. Samara was terrible.

[blake]

Blake was taken aback, and appreciative of the absolute honesty. Her face matched her hair as he kissed her cheek comfortingly. He pondered it for a moment, stroking her hair.

"Sounds...lonely," he whispered. He had understood the feeling of flirting for the feel of being noticed. He wrote that book. But the fame. He couldn't imagine how that must have been. He stroked her hair back again, kissing her neck in comfort, and in appreciation. He knew how honesty hurt. It still hurt to think of the Slytherin, Ariadne, who had brought out his honest side, and stomped on it with her heels.

[samara]

Samara nodded slightly. "Yes, very lonely," she replied, realizing for the first time just how lonely she really was. However, she'd never admit that to anyone... except Blake. He was just so different, so much like her... She'd never met another soul like him. "And what about you?" she asked, looking up at him and hoping to divert the attention away from her true, cowardly self. Samara was selfish and vain, but only around other people. Inside, she truly hated the monster she'd become.

[blake]

Blake thought of how to sum his story. It almost pained him to betray her trust, tell her of his womanizing ways. Her reasons had been justified, but he was a scumbag. The list of things he had been called went on for miles, although it always bounced off. Always, except for those moments where he let down his shield to reveal ho he really was, and those times were few and far between.

"Nothing special, really. I spent my first years in school abroad, with my mothers sister in America. There, I learned how easy life could be with a smile and a wink, and that quickly became who I was...after I found out..." he took a deep breath. He had never told anyone except he who had shown him this world of Womanizing and had taken his virginity of his secret. "That I was bisexual," he managed. It felt like a stone fell from his heart. If he were to tell anyone his secret, he realized he was glad it was Samara. He waited for the reaction he most feared, holding his breath.