Remember Me // Superhero One-on-One // Stalkers Welcome

(My friend really likes this RP (I’ve been giving her the outline of the story) and she wants them to kiss xD. And she wanted to clear up that she doesn't want just a smooch but full-French kiss, tongue and all. Legit not me but I agree. Sorry for the interruption of mood lmaooo)

James swallowed again and shook his head, silent. “I-I don’t think you should do that. You’d get tired of me snoring,” He tried to meekly make an excuse, but he knew she wouldn’t take the bait.

(lmaooohonestlymetooooooo)
"Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem," she replied, knowing he was trying to bait her. "You'd be more likely to get tired of me hovering over you. I'm always so damn tired but I could never get tired of you."

James shook his head, smiling his small, sad smile. “I… I don’t know. I don’t want to stay here and put you in danger. I really really care about you,” He murmured to his hands, tightening them into fists and shaking his head.

"I'm a hero, remember?" she said, mirroring his little smile with a soft one of her own. "I can handle a little danger. I'll do anything to keep you safe. Please stay with me."

“Yeah… yeah you’re a hero. But I’m a villain. We don’t belong together,” He tried to protest. He was talking as if they were a couple. The thought made his cheeks redden quite a bit.

Her heart stilled and then raced at the way he'd phrased it. Her hand moved away from his arm and to his cheek. "We don't belong together, huh?" she murmured. "Then why does this feel so right?"

James bit his lip, his head jolting up a little to stare her into her eyes. It was just like a rom-com, he couldn’t help thinking.
“I… I don’t know, Nyir,” He breathed softly, dropping his bag.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not really one to play by the rules," she said breathlessly, leaning closer to him. "Can we just be Nyir and James, not Chaser and Ior, not a villain and a hero or whatever the hell?"

James’ breath stopped in his throat when she moved closer, their noses touching and their lips almost brushing. It hurt him how close they were.
“I… yeah. Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” He said faintly through his loss of breath.

She grabbed his collar and closed the distance between them, her lips melding against his. She felt as though fireworks were exploding in her head, and all of her senses were on high alert.

James let her tug him, trying not to press as much weight on her as he needed to stay balanced. He slowly leaned against her, trusting her strength to hold him up and leaning down against her. His eyes fluttered shut and a hand drifted to her hip, holding her close.

Her hands found their way up his neck and into his hair as she deepened the kiss, letting their bodies fit together perfectly as his hand went to her hip. She smiled against his lips, her heart racing.

James inhaled softly and set both of his hands on her hips, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in closer. It felt so natural, the way their lips opened against each other’s, the way he hugged her smaller body closer to his bigger one.

After a few more moments, Nyir pulled away slightly, just so that she could look him in the eye. Their lips were still inches apart as she whispered in a husky voice, "Still thinking about leaving?"

James opened his eyes again, a small tendril of spittle still connecting their lips. He gave a small lick of his lips, biting it at her question.
“I dunno, I think you’d have to convince me more.” He was joking of course, but he absolutely would like more kisses like that one.

"Mm, guess I'll do that," she said, her eyes focused on his mouth. The way he licked and then chewed at his lips drove her crazy. She kissed him again, nibbling at his bottom lip.

James relaxed, with a small noise at the way she nibbled at his lips. He leaned back against the wall, relaxing his mouth for her and opening his lips. His hands moved up her hips and stroked her hair slowly, running through it.

She gasped lightly as his hands traveled up her back. She hadn't realized how touch starved she was until now. Every where he touched he left warmth, she pulled herself somehow closer to him, silently begging him to touch her more. Her tongue eased into his mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

He was just as starved for love as she was as he felt every inch of skin he could along the planes of her back. Her skin felt chilled against his rough hands, and he didn’t realize he had his hands under her shirt and bunching it up until the kiss was deepened more. Though, he only noticed for a few seconds, when her tongue touched his again, he was off focusing on the kiss.

Her back arched as his fingers brushed against her bare skin. No one, absolutely no one, had touched her so intimately in over a year. She'd never felt ready, but this was so different, so right, that it felt so natural. She decided to tease him a bit, moving her lips from his down to his jawline, his chin, and his neck.

James was tempted to watch her move down, but something told him to just raise his chin for her when she reached his neck. He fluttered his eyes shut again as she kissed his skin, exhaling softly. He leaned back against the wall, still moving up her back.

(I noticed you don’t write smut from the first post. Did you want to skip and insinuate this went farther?)

(yup sounds good)
Nyir let herself sink into just sensations, closing her eyes and traveling over his body with her hands and lips.

(So skip now and maybe to that night? And also they somehow end up in her bed?)

(hmm i mean i guess we could write how they end up in her bed)
(or we could just skip now. idk up to you)

(Eh it’d be less awkward to just skip. Want me to start?)

(yes pls)

It had been about a few hours when both of them had been too tired to go on. James was still positioned under her as she relaxed into his chest, sweating and panting hard. His hands were tight on her hips as his heart beat so hard he could hear it in the depths of his ears. He slowly relaxed himself with another small, faint moan, slowly relaxing every muscle in his body as he opened his pretty eyes to gaze up at her. His breathing was still sharp and wavery, smiling a little. He felt like he just run two marathons, but had been very satisfied in the meantime.

Even though Nyir was quite the quiet person regardless, a tiny half moan, half sigh escaped her lips as she rolled off of him, their legs still entangled under the sheets. She was still a bit breathless, but she managed a light laugh. "Imagine if you'd left when you said you were gonna," she said.

James watched her move away, rubbing his forehead of the sweat and rolling over with her so their legs were still tangled up. He wrapped his arms around her with a slight grin on his face. “I’m glad I didn't. Honestly, I would’ve regretted it even if it weren’t for… um…” He blushed faintly with a small grin on his face. “I sweat like, all over your pillows, though, so maybe you should kick me out for that.” He laughed.

She relaxed into his embrace, even though she hadn't been spooned in absolute ages. She let out a breathy laugh. "I think it's my sweat too," she admitted. "I don't mind if you don't."