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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 1:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 1:24 pm
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"Okay." Chaya kept his eyes closed obediently, his ears perked up with interested curiosity. When he felt Holly's hands on his face, light and gentle, he almost forgot to keep them closed, but remembered just in time. She smelled nice, he decided, kind of earthy and green, and he liked the feel of her palms against his cheeks. Maybe she was going to scritch his head?
Oh. He was being kissed, that was what was happening! He really didn't know how to do kissing properly, but he'd seen it on skelevision and movies and read about it in books. Not that any of that was very helpful, especially the books, the books were usually so full of flowery metaphors that there was really no way of telling what was actually going on. It was soft, and warm, and really he thought he kind of liked it. He was probably thinking about it too much, so he stopped, and just tried tilting his head a little so their faces fit together better.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 2:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 3:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 3:46 pm
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She smiled, feeling instantly more relieved with his assurances. "I liked it, too. But I am not sure if it was good; I have not had much practice." Hollandaise curled her toes. "I suppose I should get more practice." It was on the tip of her tongue to say they should practice together, but she hesitated, unsure if that was a thing creeple even did. This was hard.
Hollandaise tilted her head curiously - she had never thought about smelling green before. She liked the sound of that. But, she didn't think she had really smelled him while they were kissing. Suddenly, she careened forward and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Chaya smelled good, she realized, all fur and musky but with a chill that tingled her nose. After a few moments, she spoke, her voice muffled against his skin. "I like it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 3:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 4:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 4:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 3:25 am
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"I read a lot of books, too, about it. There are really a lot of things to try!" Maybe they could try more later. One Hollandaise decided she wanted to do something well, she generally was on it, much in the same manner that white was continually on rice (unless it was brown rice). And with Chaya, it seemed like it could be fun.
Suddenly, her arms snaked around his waist. It was a bit of an awkward position, but she didn't want to shift. "At home, creeple never looked for me - if I went off, I was gone until I came back. It is just... nice that that you would find me." Impulsively, she darted her tongue out to taste the skin of his neck (because he was there, and Hollandaise never really thought of reasons beyond that). Her tongue swirled and pressed against his skin for no reason other than that she could. She made a small noise of contentment, then pulled her face away a little, her teeth scraping as she went. Hollandaise did not pull away far, just enough so she was no longer hunched over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 5:23 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 11:52 am
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She quite solemnly promised to show Chaya the books and magazines as well. The idea of them starting a little project and learning together was much more appealing than continuing 'experiments' on other creeple. She still didn't really understand why kisses felt different, but they did - each one had been startling different from the others. Chaya had been the only one she would consider kissing again, she thought, and wondered what that meant.
Hollandaise pondered his words for a second and she thought that even if she didn't want to be found, it might be okay if Chaya found her. But he would know, anyway. The shiver he gave surprised her a little, but it was a good surprise, and it made her want to do it again. "You taste how you smell; good, but a little salty." Her voice was a little breathy, hushed, like his "When I kissed you it was sweeter." She wondered if she tasted green or like soil or wood or skin and forest.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 12:02 pm
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