A Pretty Little Problem (Devon/Open)

[Devon]

Devon was very aware of how intimately close they were in that moment, feeling her warmth stretched out along his chest and the inside of his legs, cradled warmly against him with his hands still resting on her shoulders. He wasn't tense in any manner, but he had stilled all but the subtle movements of his chest, which shifted smoothly against her back while he took slow breaths.

His brown hues flicked occasionally from her lips to her eyes, starting to feel uneasy in the silence that lingered between them. Quickly his interest returned to her eyes when he watched her part her lips, taking a breath that hinted that she was about to speak. It took a moment, as thought she was regaining her thoughts, before she spoke quietly to him.

"Well if that's what you had wanted in exchange for the massage you could have just asked."

The words reignited his desire to kill her, a faint smile on his lips. Instead of holding a teasing hint in her tone he got the distinct impression she was being serious. His hands regained their confidence, his left hand shifting to the front of her shoulder and pressing smoothly across until he had encircled her shoulders, lightly grasping her upper arm.

Devon began to breech the gap again, his lips delving closer to her own, while his right hand slipped across the column of her neck, the pads of his fingers stroking her soft skin. "I'll keep that in mind," He whispered, their lips barely touching as he spoke, the tips of his fingers tilting her head up in a dominant but tender manner. Breathing in softly through his nose he gathered her scent quietly, anticipating the moment their lips once again touched softly, only her scent and that of the fruit in his awareness as he once again kissed her.

[Liana Williams]

Liana was pretty sure that she should be going ahead and stopping him right where he was at, while he was ahead, not letting him get much further. The words had come across more serious then she had thought they might, and had missed all of the teasing quality, though they brought the reaction of a barely noticeable grin to Devon's lips. But she would know she was looking at them.

She felt the breathes lighten in her chest when his hand smoothed over her shoulder and across her till his arm encompassed her completely - holding her in a rather secure hold. However, she wasn't so worried about that arm as her sensory perception was drawn to the touch of his hand on her neck. A few other things were muddling up her ability to really take in the entire situation, like the fact that he has closed the gap back so now his lips were hovering over hers. Each breath tickling and warm as it washed over her skin.

Or the urging, but insistent pressure for her to tip her head back to which she did, with seemingly no resistance. Her body was being rather pliant with Devon's demands, how ever soft they were, and her eyes fluttering shut again with the smooth motion, a hum of anticipation ringing under her skin, and leaving her wondering exactly why. Maybe it was because she wasn't an aggressive person to begin with, and the fact - he seemed no problem being so.

There was just something that commanded complacency, at the touch, an underlying current that had her relishing the initiative behind the actions despite the reason. Hormones was a good enough answer to it right now and it didn't require much of her brain power to draw the conclusion. The hand on his knee tightened a little before her fingers relaxed, and slid down fractionally.

Her lips parted for his in a sweetly submitted way leaving room for him to do what he wanted. A pleasant buzz settled in her head, from a combination of everything; the warmth, his taste, his physique making her soft curves melt against him. And at the moment she'd be content to continue but somewhere over the thumbing of her own pulse in her ears, she heard the bell, ringing to signal the end of the lunch period.

With a sigh, Liana drew her lips back, as best she could in her position. One thing about her was that she chose to come to school, she couldn't just skip her classes, her slightly darker green eyes cracked up, slowly trailing their gaze from Devon's mouth, and finally meeting his stare. But...she couldn't find the words to be the first one to speak or move again.

[Devon]

Things had started so simply. He had found the girl who helped him out in his evening of need, who had gone well above and beyond the call of duty in his opinion, appearing to be in serious discomfort. Taking the initiative moved himself behind her, positioning himself so he could make it easy for her to relax back against him while he carefully worked the pain out of her muscles.

Happily it seemed to have done just as he intended, and she accepted his help without protest, clearly finding it enjoyable. He was willing to keep going on the way he was for some time, if not because he was helping her then for the subtle shifts and noises he drew from the young woman in response to his work on her sore muscles. But he had done his job so well that she was falling asleep and kept leaning forward.

Confidently he pulled her back, her body stretched out casually, her back resting along his chest, the legs pressed along the inside of his thighs while she sat comfortably against him. Again he started working on her shoulders, and that is where things began to go from friendly help to something profoundly more intimate.

As he played it out on his mind he found it surprising that things progressed so naturally. While their lips lingered he savored the sensations, the softness of her lips, the sweet taste of her skin, the warmth he felt as she rested fully back onto him. Feeling her lips part he smoothly took advantage, again letting the tip of his tongue draw smoothly across her lower lip while her hand gripped more firmly onto his knee.

But the pleasant warmth he felt in that moment couldn't last forever, or even more then a long moment. As the bell rang out in his ears, from far away, he felt Liana sigh softly against his lips. Sensing she was as disappointed as he was Devon slowly opened his eyes, finding that she was watching his lips a moment before she slowly trailed her gaze up to his own. Something told him that the bell meant something to her, unlike him.

With a little smile he refused to resign to fate, letting the tension ease out of his neck until he rested the bridge of his nose against the upward curve of her shoulder. Breathing in her scent before releasing a small sigh, tilting his head so his lips brushed softly against the side of her throat, his recently washed hair brushing over her earlobe. Devon began moving moving his hands one at a time, the hand at her neck brushing softly down, the arm around her shoulder slipping back.

Devon shifted his head forward further, nudging his nose under her chin, his lips pressed softly to her throat. The hand that had been trailing down her neck shifted direction at her collar bone, his hands synchronizing as his fingertips brushed down along her arms smoothly. Effectively continuing the intimate moment, while still having slowly released her from his arms, only to see if she would willingly submit to the sensations and ignore the bell without them in place.

[Liana Williams]

Taking in a deep, silent breath when she felt Devon pull back she waited, stamping down a shiver that threatened to step down her spine when she felt his lips brush over the exposed skin of her shoulder. She noted that even though he pulled back making sure to drag his touch over every inch he could, he didn't make an attempt at all to make it easy on her to ignore his lingering continuing of the moment.

Liana knew she should be a little more concerned with the bell - and class but...

Her chin had tipped up anyways, giving room to his nuzzling, despite her conflict whether to go or stay. But she soon corrected her posture, when she felt his arms fall away, ultimately leaving it up to her whether or not she chose to stay. Well if he would have simply continued she probably would have forgotten all about the classes for today, but as it was - the noise in the distance of students shuffling to their lessons drew her attention.

With another sigh and a slightly shake of her head, Liana quickly got a hold of herself, the hand still resting against his leg giving it a pat. It wasn't like they didn't have after school to do something...as much as she didn't want to get up at the moment. Looking up at Devon she grinned a little, feeling more lucid the longer he went without...distracting her.

Shifting once more she sort of turned against him, so her front faced him, her hands moving to prop herself up on either side of his hips, her knees firmly in the grass between his legs where her bottom just was. Still giving a wry sort of quirk to her lips her mouth hovered just out of reach of Devon's, "thanks for the massage..." Lifting a hand she lightly trailed it over his shoulder and down his chest, and stopped there.

Her parted lips barely touching his for another few seconds before she pushed up and stood, the tips of her fingers dragging back up with the motion - skimming over his jaw and so on, as she stepped over his leg. Bending down, she scooped up the few things she had brought with her before straightening and turning in the direction she knew her next class to be, "see you around, Devon." She called with a brief glance over her shoulder, wondering if he was even going to bother with going to class, but finding either way she probably would see him around sooner or later.

There time together getting progressively more interesting, if Liana did say so herself. It was definitely food for thought.

[Devon]

Devon felt like he was getting a consolation pat when he felt Liana tapping her palm against his leg. Holding off a sigh he closed his eyes and took a long breath, knowing something other then a quiet moment of soft lips and sweet tastes awaited him now that she had signaled she would be leaving. Disappointed he would let his fingertips linger where they could, but otherwise would make it simple for her to move.

Pleasantly he was surprised, she didn't simply stand and leave. Instead once she had a free range of movement she actually turned around, her chest briefly pressed to his before she pushed herself up, her hands to either side of his waist. The reversal brought a slight smile to his lips as she hovered close to him, and the feel of her hand lightly trailing over his torso along with her words brought curved his lips more openly.

Devon enjoyed the brief touch of her lips again, the sensation somehow unique compared to the touch moments earlier. During the lingering moment he let thought slip away, enjoying the feel of her hand brushing along his jaw for the affection touch it was. The fact she had willingly accepted his advances had warmed him considerably, and the position had been one he enjoyed. But having her show him affection rather then the other way around was comforting.

With a grin he would nod to her, acknowledging her thanks before she pushed herself up to stand. Of course when she bent down to pick up her backpack he was suddenly conflicted. There was two things that ran through his mind, one was oh sweet delicious ass, and the other was that he was worried about ruining the moment then, at that point. Sadly his primal instincts were strong, and complimented by logic. He never attempted to hide his personality, and so he couldn't resisting bringing his hand around to give her rump a playful slap.

However it turned out one thing remained foremost in his mind. She totally forgot that delicious fucking fruit! Happily he reached out and brought the container to him, pulling his legs together and crossing them as he lounged int he spot, casually going through the fruit one slow bite at a time as he relaxed and enjoyed the warmth she left him with.