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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 10:55 pm
Nyx literally stopped breathing with the look in those eyes. She felt overflowed, overjoyed, excited and scared all at once. Who could imagine that eyes like those would look into hers and hold her heart in a gentle grasp? That a girl could puppeteer her, wrap her around her little finger with just a look in those golden orbs that had taken her breath away?
The younger girl gasped at the gentle assault on her sensitive neck. The gentle kisses being brushed there set her heart at a pace that she was sure would cause her to burst. Her lap was claimed, her chest, and the heart that beat inside...?
Isis could have them. Any time, any place. Isis could have these things for her own. She did not even have to return them when she was through.
Nyx wrapped her arms more firmly around the girl, her breath coming out hot huffs against Isis' hair. The Gryffindor gulped, feeling her throat rise against Isis' cheek and then recede.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:31 pm
Isis relaxed, lounging in the arms of her not-quite lover, stroking Nyx's arms, her sides and shoulders gently, fondly as she looked up at the girl holding her with a deep content sigh. This was serenity, this was peace...this was everything she could ever hope for...
this was not hers to have.
Sighing soft and sad she pressed into the girl holding her so securely and bittersweetly wonderful. She new that soon they would have to move, to get up and leave this place, this quiet contentment she never wanted to leave her heart.
Leaning hard into the gryffindor she undid the girls outer robes, shuffling inside them to rest her head on the girls chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat and the way it changed whenever she touched Nyx's skin in some soft tender way like it was meant to be.
Perhaps she wasnt the only one having these feelings...maybe it was her imagination out of control.
Darting her head back up she reached out cupping Nyx's cheek and pulling her head down to seal her lips with Nyx's own, running a tongue across lips and teeth as the world washed away...
how could something feel this amazing and not be right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:52 pm
Nyx was helpless against her. Even if she did want to get away, there was no way in hell she could accomplish it. She felt protective, with Isis this close. Hell, she was near inside her robes for heavan's sake. The warmth, no matter how hot it was getting was welcome and embraced. Nyx rested her cheek serenely against Isis' head until she was recalled for another kiss.
Isis could have her with the snap of her fingers. Yet she pulled away for the appropriate reasons. When she would think about this later, she'd chuckle to herself about how much she hated most of 'the rules' and being a presentable authority figure. A soft, deep noise stirred in her throat. I don't want to have to share...
She loosened one arm to rest a hand on Isis' hip, slowly traveling up the curve of her waist and past the elegant twist of her shoulder. Long fingers traveled up the swan-like neck, and ended their journey to twist into Isis' hair and bring her closer.
The Gryffindor's lips parted and began working skillfully against the other girl's. Her tongue slid out to slide across Isis' upper lip for invitation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:35 am
Isis shivered heavily from that traveling hand, a deep blush spreading across her face as fire flamed through her body everywhere that hand touched...for a moment Isis forgot, sliding her hands up, worming their way underneath Nyx's sweater and shirt, lifting it up to brush fingertips along the gryffindors skin even as she was pulled into the kiss, pressing pressing close and murmuring softly feeling the tingles and warmth from the gyffindor's lips on her own, followed by that gentle tongue.
She slid her mouth open willingly, hands sliding to grasp Nyx's hips gently, caressing the skin with her thumbs gently, lost in the emotions the gryffindor sent reeling through her body, working on instinct while her brightside sat back and enjoyed the show.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:46 am
Nyx whimpered out loud, the feeling of Isis' skin against her sensitive stomach driving her mad. She dove into the kiss, turning hot to sizzling in a matter of seconds. The Gryffindor was no longer in control, and her body quivered underneath Isis' form.
She breathed out heavily through her nose and indulged deeply in Isis' mouth and rubbing the smaller girl's back.
Really? Nyx felt like she was about to explode.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:16 am
((yeah...this ones not so good as the origional >.< we gotta fix that))
Isis gasped into Nyx's mouth as it seemed to plunder her own, holding onto the other girl tight as the gryffindor's body trembled below her, the kiss freezing her, melting her out of consciousness. The feelings made her nerves frayed and frazzled all over...either she would have to take it a step farther or she would explode.
However, the PG-13 rating of this website acted as her concious, thus they didnt kick the rat.
Shifting herself to lay on top of the taller gryffindor, hands and lips and tongue working of their own accord, trying to show this girl the pleasure she deserved and was sending through Isis' body...her hand slipped, scrabbling for a hold and falling against a jagged piece of pottery, slitting the inside of her palm.
"Ah!" Isis cried out in pain, clenching her fist pushing the small fragments which had broken off deeper into the flesh and muscle. Quickly getting off the girl she sat on the ground cross-legged, cradling the wound still trying to get the haze from being so close to Nyx out of her system, whimpering soft and uncontrollably.
Whether it was from the blood quickly dripping onto the floor from the gash, or because she had been so close to the other younger girl, quite possibly against her will...or perhaps that everything was ruined and she was still no closer to her goal.
But that was just it wasnt it...they were supposed to be friends, nothing more. What had she done?
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:30 am
Nyx was on the edge of bliss one moment, falling backward under Isis' advances. Luckily, she didn't hit anything and landed on the firm earth beneath her. She was absolutely ready to go that extra step, her mind so exposed and scrambled at that moment that she couldn't even fathom the consequences. However, she must have leaned back too fast because in the next moment Isis had slipped against her and cried out in pain.
Panic shot through her system like a bullet, drawing her dizzyingly quick from her state of mind and bringing her to the here and now. The unnamed flower snapped shut, leaving light to flood back into that area of the greenhouse. Nyx's eyes snapped open and looked Isis over, landing urgently on her injured hand.
"s**t!" She swore, quickly scurrying over and gently but firmly grabbing Isis' wrist. "Unclench your fist, Isis." Now you could tell she was shocked.
Sure as hell, Nyx Morgan Treassa was speaking perfectly clear english.
"C'mon sweetheart, unclench your fist." She cooed, quickly looking around the immediate area and finding a blood trickle near one of the broken pots. "Damn first years..." She growled, quickly returning her attention to Isis' hand. "Can I see what that damn pot's done to you?" Again, her voice was calm and rolling.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:48 am
(( *snickers* you just got tired of trying to sound Nyx-like xp ))
Isis was barely registering words, trying to find her way back to the present among the grit burying itself further and further into the depths of her hand. Isis didnt like blood, and seeing the drips on after another so rapidly made her afraid she had cut a vein. She had paled in shock, from the startling change from pleasure to sudden pain, and at the sight of the blood.
Amid the soothing noises Nyx was making to her, wrist held fast in the larger girls palm, one word came through clearly in Isis' mind.
sweetheart...
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 2:07 am
((I am not! *Pouts* Nyx can speak properly if she wants to or if put under pressure. *Points* That is pressure!
And don't forget to gather quarters today.))
Nyx sighed, capturing Isis' entire arm in the crook of her own and held it firm against her body. Her fingers, surprisingly strong and gentle began prying the fingers backwards.
"That's it, c'mon sweetheart. Open up your hand so I can see, please?" Her voice rolled over the greenhouse, warm and lulling at the same time. Nyx didn't realize it, but her voice had dipped to a new low and was laced with a calming magic that seemed to ride through on sound waves. A variation of the veela song, perhaps. She didn't know she was doing it.
The Gryffindor finally pried the four fingers open and grimaced at what she saw. Bloody HELL that was deep. "It's not too bad, sweetie. Just hold still. Can you do that for old Nyxie, huh?" She looked up and around, searching for a certain herb in the greenhouse. "Keep your hand open. Just like this, keep it open."
Her free hand scrambled through her robes pockets, desperately searching for that gauze and bandages she kept with her. Hey! It was a good idea when you got into fights as often as she did.
There! Just what she needed! Nyx reminded Isis not to look and keep her hand open, then jumped up and ran over to a few potted plants with pod-like leaves on them. She plucked a few off and then ran back, biting the tip off with her teeth and situating herself back into her spot.
"Give me your hand," She demanded gently. "I'll make it feel better, until we can go see Alair. Okay?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:45 pm
((yeah I got the quarters...you woulda thunk 10 would've been enough, but apparently I need like 30...)
Isis continued to let Nyx's words wash over her, enraptured with the slow deep hum of that gentle voice as she relaxed her hand slowly, trying to clutch it back up and wincing as pain lanced through it, but Nyx's fingers were always there to keep her progress not let her close her fist again.
Managing to get her fist open all she saw was blood. Squeeking loudly she turned, thrusting her hand out towards Nyx and looking the other direction whimpering softly as the red hand loomed in her mind's eye. Looking at the flower she tried to will it away, focusing on something else.
How had Nyx opened it again?
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 11:36 pm
Nyx squeezed the leaf's juices onto the wound, knowing for a fact that it would wash away any pain she was feeling and kill off a fair amount of bacteria. She bit the tip off of another one and repeated. Once that was finished, she dug into her robes again. A secret pocket had what she needed...
There! The Gryffindor secretely pulled out a pocket knife and captured Isis' arm again. She twisted slightly so Isis wouldn't be able to see while she flicked the blade open and stared down at the shard lodged into Isis' hand.
"Hold still now, sweetheart." Nyx murmured, gently easing the knife up beside the shard and tenderly working it out. The blood didn't effect her, and neither did the fact that she was doing something that would have made others blow some chunks. Once there was an edge out far enough, Nyx lifted it from Isis' hand. Not thinking about what to do with it, she put it back into her pocket with her slightly bloody pocket knife.
She poured some more of the leaf 'goo' onto the hand before pressing the gauze against it and wrapping it up.
"To the infirmery then. C'mon sweetheart..." Nyx eased Isis up with her as she stood.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 11:58 pm
Once the poltuice had worked its way into Isis' hand she felt no pain. "Hey! I dont feel anything! what was tha..." Isis said beginning to turn around. At the sight of blood she squeeked, instantly whipping back to face the other way. Right...blood. Her blood. Isis gulped hard, shutting her eyes tight. She felt something wedging against her skin, and the slight void within her hand as something was pulled out gently, but that was all.
Sweetheart... Isis sighed softly, relaxing as that name streamed from Nyx's lips, so soft and tender. Isis couldnt explain it, but hearing Nyx call her by a petname in place of her name sent a shiver through her, filling her with quiet joy.
She was so lost in her daze, thinking of the girl taking care of her and hearing her voice echo inside her mind with that simple word that Isis didnt even realise her hand had been bandaged, or that she was being guided up with Nyx's form to stand. Leaning into Nyx she inhaled that soft musky earthy scent only Nyx seemed to produce, calming Isis' mind as though the gash was only a distant memory.
Looking up at the taller girl she smiled and sighed softly, looking like an innocent child being led around by their first childhood crush, pure and sweet with no form of taint, only love and adoration in her eyes as she gazed up at the green-eyed girl in wonder, allowing her to push her towards the doors of the greenhouse and out, heading towards the infirmary but sticking close within Nyx's protective arms.
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