Runaways ((One on One RP)) ((Closed))

"What?" he asked, clueless.

“Oh, nothing.” She gave a small sigh. “I just, a part of me can’t believe this is actually happening. Like, this is just all too wonderful and amazing to possibly be real. I love you.” She messed with the back of his hair while she spoke, still looking deep into his eyes.

He moaned loudly. "That's my weak spot!" he whined.

Smirking devilishly, she replied, “Oh, you’re just gonna have to suffer then. At least you don’t know my weak spot.” She winked.

"Yet," he teased. "I'll find it, just you watch."

“You seem so confident! Fine, I dare you now!” She stuck out her tongue, teasing him back.

He grinned and moved his hands down to her hips, where he promptly squeezed, right on the pressure point located there. "Don't interfere."

She yelped then squirmed in his grip, before saying, “Fine, fine! I won’t, trust me.”

"Hmm… I need to experiment," he said mischievously, forgetting all about Paige.

She giggled, Paige completely slipping her mind as well. Giving him a sly grin she replied, “Go ahead. I already promised I couldn’t interfere.” More giggles.

He kissed her passionately, fell back on the bed, then rolled on top to assume the same position they'd previously been in. He started with winding his fingers in her hair and massaging her scalp intensely.

Kissing back just as passionately, she smirked a little bit at the way they were picking back up with things. She broke away for just long enough to say, “That might be your spot darling, but you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” in a teasing manner, before meeting his lips again.

Bryson smiled and massaged harder, but still in a way that would be extremely pleasing cough and seductive.

On second thoughts… She purred again, enjoying the feel of his hands tangled in her hair. A shiver ran down her spine, and she grinded her hips down against the bed.

He pulled away from the kiss but kept his hands going fervently in her hair. "I win," he teased, seeing the look on her face.

“Not entirely!” She fake whined, giving him innocent doe eyes. She then whispered, “My neck… The soft part where it meets the shoulder. That’s truly my weak spot.”

Bryson grinned devilishly. "Oh. I see…"

A small smile rose to her lips. Mischief gleaming in her eyes, she asked, “What’s that look for?”

Bryson brushed her hair away from her shoulders and lowered his lips to her skin where he slowly, tenderly, kissed the exact area that she described.

Roxy closed her eyes, a loud moan coming from her. Stretching her neck out, she swore she was going to explode from the sheer amount of pleasure she was going through. The hairs raised on her arms as a tingling sensation ran over her skin.

Bryson grinned and kissed with a little more intensity.

“Brysooooonnnnnn,” she quietly moaned. Her eyes flickered behind her eyelids. Her hands slipped up into his hair while he kissed her, desperately tangleing it around her fingers.

He breathed on her neck hotly. "Roxxxxxyyyyyy," he retaliated.

Skin prickling under his hot breath, she leaned up and kissed along his jawline, moving down to his neck.

"Mmm," he murmured, kissing her with the passion that he'd buried for years.

Leaning in closer to him, she lightly grazed her teeth over a soft, tender part of his neck, before going back to kisses.

He hissed for a second, then kissed her as well. He began working his way up her neck to her cheek.

“Easy there, kitty cat,” she teased in his ear. Her voice was all breathy. She twitched a little from his kisses, a small sound from the back of her throat escaping with it.

"If I'm the kitty cat, why are you purring?" he murmured, maneuvering to her mouth slowly.

“That’s because I’m your kitty cat, too,” she giggled. When his mouth met hers she moved her hands to his chest, balling some of the fabric of his shirt in her hands as she gripped on to him.