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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 15:32:06 GMT -4
Jenna lay on her back on the soft grass of the clearing, her hands behind her head, gazing up at the sky. The wind was blowing, and fluffy white clouds scudded across the sky. She sighed, happily. She had retreated to the solitude of the clearing simply because she didn't feel like being around people at this particular instant.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 15:35:27 GMT -4
Daimen walked into the clearing spotting Jenna. He smiled walking over laying on his stomache quietly seeing she was in a sort of daze.
"Boo." He chuckled taking in her appearance.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 15:37:21 GMT -4
Jenna jumped a little, then smiled at him. "Hey there! What'cha doin'?" she asked with a sweet smile.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 15:40:19 GMT -4
Daimen looked around him." Curently?" He asked.
Then he looked at Jenna liking her smile.
"Well i just happened to wander around find this here clearing and some Beautiful girl named Jenna laying in the middle of it. and now im talking to her loving that cute smile." He summed it up with a laugh.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 15:43:41 GMT -4
Jenna blushed slightly. "You're sweet," she said softly, rolling over to lay on her side, facing him. Her dark hair spread across the grass in soft waves, and her eyes were gentle as they smiled at him.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 15:49:59 GMT -4
" Your so pretty." Daimen said reaching out her Locks spreading between his fingers as he tucked it behind her ear. He stayed quiet after doing that just looking at Jenna, he could hear his heart in his ears. This feeling he knew  |
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 16:06:25 GMT -4
Jenna shyly looked down at the grass for a moment, before lifting her eyes to meet his. "Really?" she whispered, her face not far from his.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 16:09:46 GMT -4
" Really....." Daimen said softly to her closing the gap between them by kissing her lightly.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 16:47:50 GMT -4
Jenna responded immediately. Unlike the girls who played shy and pulled away to get the guy to chase them, Jenna leaned in, kissing Daimen with a soft, tender passion.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 16:52:41 GMT -4
Daimen pulled her up and into his lap still kissing her, his hand behind her ear in her hair as his thumb slowly carressed the side of her face. Jenna was a good kisser.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 16:58:07 GMT -4
Jenna let him pull her into his lap, loving that there would be nobody around here at this time of day. She let her tongue slid gently into his mouth, caressing his as her fingers tangled in his hair. The fingers of her other hand ran over his back ever so lightly, tracing patterns on his t-shirt.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 17:05:45 GMT -4
Daimen played with her tounge a bit before letting her explore his mouth. This moment was perfect. Her touch sent a shiver up his back as he played with her hair.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 17:15:34 GMT -4
She moved her fingers just under the hem of his shirt to brush his skin. God, he was a good kisser. She shifted so she was sitting on his lap facing him, with one knee on either side of his legs. Her fingers slid over his chest, stroking it as she kissed him with a passion she had never known before.
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Post by Fallon on Dec 19, 2009 17:26:16 GMT -4
On the other hand Daimen thought the same thing about Jenna, she was a really good kisser....
Daimen explored her mouth this time while they kissed. His hand moved from her hair sliding down her arm and back resting at her waist and he tried to bring her closer to him than she was.
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Post by River on Dec 19, 2009 17:30:07 GMT -4
Jenna gave him a gentle nudge so that he was laying on the grass, with her still on his lap. She pressed her body against him, running her hand under the front of his shirt to trace patterns on his chest. Leaving his mouth for a moment, she pulled one of his hands to her. She kissed it, grazing her teeth lightly over the tender skin on his wrist, kissing his palm, her tongue tracing the lines in it.
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