Meeting a(nother) Princess.

[nigelhanan]

Nigel had promised to meet Amaya at her house today - and so here he is. Dressed in a hoodie (as he just can't stay warm when he's solid) and a pair of dark, faded jeans, he knocks on her front door.

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[nhanan.livejournal.com]

And he'll kiss her, his hands going to her hair again, pulling her down and kissing her so hard he could, if he was inclined, steal her breath. One hand creeps up to cup a breast. But eventually.."Amaya, you aren't thinking. I am not going to dishonor you by having you on a bloody sofa."

[amaya-smythe.livejournal.com]

She gasps against his lips, both hands now under his hoodie and shirt, lightly clawing at his bare skin. Then she pulls back a bit. Only a bit. Enough to just speak. "Then...lets go upstairs."

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

"No, Amaya." Why was he saying no? What good deed did he owe the other man? Who would know? Goddamn him and his honor. "I will not be able to enjoy you properly while you remain the property of another man, no matter if you love me, love."

[amaya-smythe.livejournal.com]

This was getting annoying to her. She never had the guts to do anything when they were together and now..she is throwing herself at him and he wants nothing to do with it. "Last time I checked, Nigel Hanan. I'm not property. No one has bought me, I'm not owned." She says, withdrawing her hands from under his shirt and moves to sit beside him. "What do I have to do, for you to actually take me?"

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

He has the audacity to just grin. "You know what I mean. Why is it so annoying that I care enough about you and me and John not to rush things? I'll take you if and when John knows about you and me - and he agrees."

[amaya-smythe.livejournal.com]

"So, you want me to tell John? Um..I guess I can do that. Just might take a little while for me to work up the courage." She sighs, looking down to fiddle with her fingernails.

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

Another kiss. "I promise to make it worth your while." And he'll stroke another hand down her stomach, then further down till he grasps her through he jean shorts. "I give my word."

[amaya-smythe.livejournal.com]

She gasps, before looking at his hand, then up to him. "You...really aren't making this easy on me. You know that?" She even glares at him a bit.

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

"I know." Another grin. "I guess I should leave until you're able to talk to John."

[amaya-smythe.livejournal.com]

"Well, you don't have to leave. Unless you want to, that is."