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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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Apr 14, 2020 13:42:00 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 14, 2020 13:42:00 GMT -7
The world was currently blurry but surrounded in colors and a sudden burst of euphoria. Simon lived for nights out in London. Tonight he spent the night out with Nate Forrester, where they were able to sneak into a club through the backdoor and partake in their typical activities. Simon wasn't there to steal from unsuspecting people, but he was happy to help look out for his friend, as well as partake in the party favors available around them. Simon was a fan of getting completely wasted any chance he could get during summer break, a small part of him knew he had to get it all out of his system before his responsibilities started as Gryffindor team captain the upcoming school year. The substance of choice tonight was a small blue pill with a smiley face engraved on one side with speckles of glitter, as well as the standard alcohol mingling in his system - a wildcard combination.
Simon was trashed as he stood at the front door of his families residence. It was 3 AM and he couldn't find his wand which would be something he would sulk about later. Unfortunately, the drunken teen wasn't sure how to get into the house without his wand, so he stupidly knocked on the door...his heavy hand made contact with the door for one solid knock before he staggered back and hit the thin window on the door. Hard. Simon's hand smashed through the glass, causing instant panic to well up inside him for a split second, but he figured out how to unlock the door after a quick scramble. He didn't feel the blood dripping down his arm or glass in his hand because he was feeling really good despite being locked out of the house and losing his wand. Hopefully he'd remember to repair the window with magic before his parents woke up...probably not.
As the half vamp made his way up the stairs with heavy footsteps, he beelined straight for Jessie's door without thinking twice. Simon didn't have any concept of time at this point. There was a part of him that was sure that she would be up reading or something. Hell, he didn't care, there was a part of him that wanted to see Jessie for a second, even if it was to just say goodnight to her. Since the other night they had together in the movie room, Simon was left marinating in thought. He couldn't help himself. Simon raised his hand to knock on her door three times, accidentally leaving a horrific smear of blood on the door, he stood waiting patiently for her to answer the door.
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Apr 14, 2020 21:45:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2020 21:45:20 GMT -7
It had been a dreadfully boring day for Jessie Marie Meadows. The American girl hadn't seen a single soul in the house, except for Mrs. Svendsen. My, what an awkward encounter that had been. If she knew that going to grab a soda would have resulted in that run in, she would have stayed up in the guest room. Despite how red she was sure her cheeks had been, she remained polite and silently prayed that her hostess wouldn't ask any questions about what transpired a few nights ago. Jessie loved Simon's mother, truly. But she hadn't even discussed the situation with him, let alone his mother. Luckily, she was able to escape the kitchen after a few minutes of small talk. The diminutive girl fled back to her room, and spent the rest of the waking day wondering what Sofia and Simon were up to. Well, mostly wondering what Simon was up to. The doe eyed girl had a hunch that Sofia was with her boyfriend. Though, she also tried to fill her time listening to music and putting together a rather difficult puzzle. She could never make the pieces fit correctly. Thanks to her complete and utter boredom, she called decided to call it a night not long after the sun had set. Jessie quickly slipped into her pajamas, before clambering into her enormous bed, book in her left hand. The lioness read by lamp light for an hour or two, before sleep started to nab at her. Not long after, she flipped the light off and snuggled into her bed. Sleep took her away, quickly and with ease. Hours must have passed, when three solid knocks struck against her door. Jessie was instantly roused from her slumber. Honestly, she was far too used to Sofia barging in at night, to quickly give Jessie a recap of her day. The Lioness didn't mind, and typically she was awake for those occasions. She thought tonight was one of those nights. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she pulled the covers off her body and began making her way towards the door. "Sofia, could we possibly do thi-," she began, pulling the door open. The sight before her made her pause, though. Sleep still had a hold of her, as she tried to make sense of what was happening. First, the smell of booze hit her. Then a sharp, metallic scent, that she couldn't quite identify filled her nostrils. "Simon?" she asked, rubbing her eyes once more. "What are you do-," Jessie said, her words once away being taken away from her. The dim hallway reflected off something shiny on his hand, as well as some kind of mark on the door. Realization struck her, and Jessie felt very much awake all of the sudden. It didn't matter why he was at her door. She just knew Simon was hurt, and oblivious bleeding. "What did you do?!" she hissed in a whisper, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the room. Whatever he had done, it would surely anger or frighten his mother. She definitely wanted to avoid that. The Gryffindor's hand gripped the door, nearly closing it, before she realized that she probably needed to get the bloody marks off the door, lest Sofia spot it and raise the alarms. Quickly grabbing her wand she whispered, "Scourgify," cleaning the door completely. She shut the door quietly, before whirling around to face Simon. It was still dark in the room, save for some moonlight filtering through the curtains, and she struggled to fully assess the situation. Jessie strove across the room, lighting the fairy lights that she and Sofia had set up the week before. Not wasting a moment, she reached towards his injured hand, carefully holding it up for a good look. "Care to explain what in the hell happened?" she said, tone sharp. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 15, 2020 18:23:45 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 15, 2020 18:23:45 GMT -7
As the door opened, his expression brightened, “I wanted to say goodnight-” he blurted out with a drunken smile, before she asked him what he was doing, immediately noticing his hand. He tittered backward when Jessie yanked him by the arm into her dark room, his senses suddenly disoriented from the darkness and everything that was in his bloodstream.
Jessie flicked on the twinkle lights on her wall, which stole his attention for a little longer than appropriate, "Woow, cool" he mused dreamily, refraining from grabby hands; the lights were shiny and it took everything in his not to yank them off the wall and fling them around. That would surely upset Jessie. She asked him to tell him what happened and he took a breath in, the euphoria welled up in his stomach, and he found himself forgetting what he was going to say. His mouth opened but the words were delayed, “I don't know, Jessie, I am so fucked up." he confessed in a drunken slur, his tone of delivery comical. "I lost my wand somewhere tonight.” He lamented slowly, the reality of the words paining him as they left his mouth. Surely, his parents were going to be so pissed.
The half vamps head bobbed backward as his eyes digested the appearance of his hand for the first time as Jessie reached for it to inspect. Simons unscathed hand managed to drop and loop around her waist, instantly finding her touch magnetic. His icy blue saucers widened around already dilated pupils, mouth gaping out of utter shock, “Oh, FUCK.” He clutched his hand into a fist, following a string of curse words in Swedish. There was a slight panic in his voice. "Ugh. Please help me," he whined, bumping into her dresser and nearly running into her unfinished puzzle.
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Apr 15, 2020 19:38:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2020 19:38:28 GMT -7
The Lioness didn't have time to bathe in his apparent pleasure in seeing her. On any other day, she would have been jumping up and down out of joy. Jessie's eyebrows slammed together out of concern, as he stated how inebriated he was, and that he had lost his wand. "Your wand?" she questioned, beyond dismayed. Even though that was a fat concern for her, the drunken boy's hand required more immediate attention. As she drew up his hand, his other instantly slid down to her waist, catching her off-guard. His outcry of shock made her jump. He begged for help, just as he bumped into her dresser, pulling her weight with him. Through quick thinking she lifted his injured hand out of the way, before their chests collided. "Simon! My god, what are you on right now?" she asked, but she didn't really care about it. She could chastise him later for partaking in whatever he had. Her stomach lurched from the panic in his voice, hating to hear him so unsettled. It pained her. As his hand continued to ooze from his wound, Jessie looked at him with soft eyes. "Simon, love, I just need you to listen to me now," she said, completely unaware of the pet name she had called him. Her words were spoken softly, as so to calm him down. "I'll take care of your hand, I just need you to come sit on the bed. You know that I'm skilled in charms, it won't be a problem. But it'll be easier if you calm down. It'll be okay," she soothed, gripping the wrist of his hand. She coaxed him over to the bed, carefully watching him as he moved. The last thing she needed was for him to fall and get blood on the carpet. The less mess she had to clean up the better. Once he was settled on her bed, her browns eyes focused on his hand again, as she contemplated which healing charm to use. Kneeling on the ground in front of his spot on the bed, a nervous hand coming to rest against her forehead. It wasn't as if she were unsure of her abilities to heal his gash. She just felt momentarily overwhelmed. With a quick exhale, she cast her healing spell, "Vulnera Sanentur." Within moments, the gash slowly closed up. She watched it with scrutiny, analyzing its' effectiveness. It had healed rather nicely, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Look," she said, giving him a smile. "It'll be tender for a day or two. And it may scar. But you're fine."
simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 15, 2020 23:17:22 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 15, 2020 23:17:22 GMT -7
The half-vampire didn't have to tell Jessie what substances he had done tonight, thanks to her pitying his ridiculous display. She instructed him to sit on her bed, towing him by the wrist as she assured him that it would be alright. "Okay, Jessie" he agreed obediently with a head bob - probably the first time he ever took an order from the lioness without any lip. Simon believed her from the soothing tone of her voice and the softened look on her face, it melted him like butter. Simon's heart was beating out of his chest from the combination of seeing Jessie and ecstasy. He couldn't tell the difference from it blurring his inhibitions. As she kneeled in front of him, he leaned forward and his legs opened to get her closer. As she performed her healing spell on him, he focused on Jessie and the fairy lights on the wall, trying his best to remain still though he was naturally a fidgeter.
Simon could feel warmness on the palm of his hand and it no longer stung. Jessie had healed him. It was a miracle! Simon raised his hand for inspection and was pleased with the results, his insides overflowed with euphoria and gratitude. Unsure of how to handle the overflow of emotions, Simon reached for Jessie, enveloping her into a warm embrace. "Thank you, Jessie" he sighed in relief, holding her in a questionably romantic embrace. "You are so smart, and beautiful, and amazing," he confessed in a sentimental tone, ready to continue listing off sweet nothings, as he smashed his lips against hers.
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Apr 16, 2020 0:24:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2020 0:24:35 GMT -7
Her warm eyes watched him as he raised his now healed hand, examining it and finding it acceptable. He once again took her by surprise that evening by clutching her in his arms. His words of gratitude caused her to fall deeper into his embrace. A relieved breath escaped her, one she hadn't realized she had been holding. It was quickly replaced by an intake of air. The three compliments struck her dumb. Especially being called beautiful. Despite his less than sober state, Jessie sensed honesty in his statement. It made her heart soar, causing it to beat wildly in her chest. She hadn't ever thought of herself as beautiful. Cute, perhaps. But certainly not beautiful. At that moment though, she believed it. For some reason, he made it believable. As his lips hit her, she kissed him back with just as much ferocity. Possibly more so, her heart and chest overwhelmed with emotions that she wasn't ready to sort out yet. Not at this moment. Jessie was ready to kiss him for an infinite amount of time, for however long he wished. But the remainder of the mess still on his hand made her pull back, despite never wanting to part. His hand may not be bleeding anymore, but there was still wet blood lingering on his hand. "Hold on, I need to clean your hand up still. I don't want to spread it around everywhere," she said, planting another kiss on his lips before rising to her feet. "Stay here, I'll be back," she commanded, giving him a pointed look. A small feeling told her that he might have trouble sitting still. She quickly, and quietly, made her way to the hallway bathroom, grabbing a rag and wetting it. It took only a minute or two before she returned to her room. Jessie gingerly wiped his hand off, before wiping at any parts of his clothing that might have been dirtied up. She placed the rag on her nightstand, vowing to remember to put it in the wash in the morning with her clothing so that his mom never found out. The lioness clambered onto the bed, sitting beside him. "Feel better now?" she asked, looking for reassurance that he wasn't panicking anymore. She very much wanted to kiss him again, but Jessie wanted to make sure that Simon felt alright now. Well, as alright as he could be. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 16, 2020 11:49:56 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 16, 2020 11:49:56 GMT -7
Simons world was a kaleidoscopic blur. Everything he was feeling was phenomenal, but he was having a hard time keeping track of time. Everything was happening so fast. Jessie kissed him back, instantly overflowing his insides with desire, it took every fiber inside him not to rip her clothes off. Their kiss was cut short as his unscathed hand dropped to the small of her back, but the lioness pulled away to tell him she had to clean up the blood first because she didn't want it to spread. The lion was oblivious to the mess he had made, partially because blood never bothered him being half-vampire and all. His lips reacted when she kissed him again, desperately trying to pull her back into it, but she told him to stay put with one of those stern looks, so he did. Simon perched at the edge of the bed, shaking his leg. As he sat alone in her room during that brief moment, his eyes wandered, marveling at her personal touches to the guest bedroom, unable to help but notice that the room smelled sweet like her.
Jessie quickly returned, cleaning Simons hand and a couple of other smears on his arm and shirt he hadn't noticed. His eyes softened with adoration at the lioness at work, taken aback by her gentleness and kindness toward him. People didn't usually take care of him or ask him about his well being. It hit him like a freight train under the influence of party drugs and alcohol. "Thank you," he told her in a heartfelt tone, "Jessie, you are the nicest person I know, I've never had someone take care of me like this before," he confessed, overflowing with gratitude. The euphoria around her was overwhelming. "I just want to kiss you so bad," he declared sincerely, surprisingly not just diving into it like his body language conveyed, his hands were unable to resist from touching her since she was right beside him.
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Apr 16, 2020 18:53:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2020 18:53:27 GMT -7
Another warm smile was sent his way, as she nudged him gently. "You don't have to thank me. What are friends for, right?" she laughed awkwardly, even though the word 'friend' left a bitter taste in her mouth. Were they friends, or was their relationship changing into something else entirely? They still hadn't discussed it, and Jessie doubted he would have the capacity to do so tonight. She ached to talk about it though. Any kind of answer would ease her mind, even if it caused her grief. His words weren't as calculated as they normally were. He wasn't withholding any thought from her, apparently. Whatever came to mind, he said. Their entire interaction that evening seemed raw. The Lioness reckoned she could thank drugs and alcohol for that. Simon seemed almost fragile tonight. His state egged her to take care of him, and so she would. Goosebumps broke out across her skin, wherever he touched, as Simon stated his desire to kiss her. Another aching feeling spread across her chest. She wanted to kiss him too. Despite how bad she wanted to act on it, her nurturing side was still guiding her. "How about if you lay down, I'll kiss you, yeah?" she said, willing to bribe him. Jessie slid her body across the bed, making enough room for him to get comfortable. "Just.. slip your shoes off," she instructed, trusting him enough to accomplish that by himself. Though she'd help if he wanted. Getting him to lie down wasn't part of some nefarious goal she had-- she just wanted him to feel okay. She wasn't ready to leave him on his own, in his own room without someone there to check on him. And she definitely wasn't ready to sleep with him...Not like that. Resting for a minute might stave off whatever effects his party drug had on him. She could get him back to his own bed in a little while, surely. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 16, 2020 22:35:00 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 16, 2020 22:35:00 GMT -7
Jessie insisted that Simon didn't have to thank her for her acts of kindness, telling him that it was what friends were for. He nodded at the sentiment, smiling because he did agree with her. "You're a great friend," his hand cupped the side of her face affectionately to gaze into her warm brown eyes. The lioness instructed that if he laid down she would kiss him, which sounded like a great compromise to him. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to taste her and press his body against hers. "Deal," he agreed, watching as Jessie slid herself across the bed as some sort of invitation.
Simon kicked his shoes off with ease, falling back into the mattress, instantly greeted with a wave of comfort. Laying down felt amazing after the night he had. The lion closed his eyes for a brief moment, a wave of euphoria washing over him with many colorful patterns behind his eyelids. His eyes opened again to the dimly lit room, his senses heightened but he was starting to feel drowsiness setting deep into his core once his body sank into the comfy bed. Simon rolled over so that he could pull Jessie closer to him, hands traveling down her spine, small of the back and to her hips, fingertips dancing at the warm skin that was exposed. Simons lips meshed with hers heatedly as soon as they made contact, breathing heavily before completely devouring her.
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Apr 16, 2020 23:25:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2020 23:25:37 GMT -7
Even though she had just called them friends, when the word left Simon's mouth, it pained her greatly. Her heart sank and she struggled to smile at him. Jessie's eyes watched his every move, looking for any indication that he might need assistance. He fell back against the mattress, eyes shutting briefly. The brunette thought he might be falling asleep, disappointed that their interlude for the evening might be coming to a close. High or not, his company was always wanted by the lioness. Seeing his icy blues once again contented her. He wasn't going anywhere for the time being. He wasted no time pulling her closer to him, bodies flush against one another. Jessie accepted it without any whims, the coldness of his hands sparking a fire everywhere they went. His lips slammed against her own in unbridled desire, causing her hands to seek out the firmness of his body. They slid under his shirt, trailing across the ridges of muscle hidden under it. She found herself wishing there wasn't any fabric in the way so that her hands were free to explore the terrain of his body. The sudden temptations she felt sideswiped her, making her breath catch in her throat. She channeled that energy into their kissing, surpassing his ferocity. She found herself getting lost in his touch, back arching from the touch of his fingertips. Her lips hungrily moved his against his own, before she rolled her body to lay atop him, giving herself a moment or two to breathe. Even those few seconds apart were too much for her to bear. Her lips needed to be touching him, on his lips or elsewhere. They found flesh once more, this time in the form of his neck. She thought it might have liked it the last time her mouth had traveled there. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 17, 2020 11:44:09 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 17, 2020 11:44:09 GMT -7
Simon was consumed in the kiss the moment their lips reunited. An electric current surged through his body as Jessie lay on top of him, hands groping anything on her he could hold onto. Favoring her hips and bum in the heat of the moment...His senses were overwhelmed, but he was enjoying every moment of it. Simons breathing hitched as she found the sweet spot - his neck. A small moan escaped his lips, causing him to chuckle because it slipped as his heart soared.
Every inch of his skin became a receptacle for pleasure as her lips traveled down his neck. His body was overflowing with serotonin, he felt like Jessie's soul crawled through and melded with his own the longer they touched. Boy, he was high beyond comprehension. And Jessie was rocking his world.
Simon's arms and eyelids were feeling heavy but it wouldn't stop him yet. His hands pulled at her shirt with desire, yanking it over her head to toss across the room as he caressed the soft skin of her back with his hands, meticulously kissing her collarbone, and trailing up her neck slowly but hungrily.
Ecstasy was one hell of a drug that lived up to its name, that's for sure.
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Apr 17, 2020 21:26:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2020 21:26:16 GMT -7
Simon's throaty moan sent chills down her spine, reassuring the lioness that she was right about her assumption. His neck was a sweet spot, and she was going to fully take advantage of it from here on out. Her lips were pulled away, as he pulled her shirt off of her in a fluid motion. Jessie wanted to return the favor, despite the blissful kisses he was adorning her neck and collarbone with, and so she eagerly removed his shirt as his hands danced across her skin. Jessie sat up, sitting astride his toned body. Her eyes wandered all along his torso, drinking in the scene before her. Her hands traced the path they had taken before, merging the memory of what she had touched and what she could now see. Her doe brown eyes met his in a fiery collision. Her hands snaked upwards, tangling her hands in his hair and slamming her lips against his, from a level of desire and lust that she had never felt before. Their bare chests pressed against each other, inciting yet another feeling unlike any she'd ever had. A small gasp was solicited from her mouth, leaving her breathless. Despite her earlier mindset, Jessie was now all in for whatever could transpire between the two of them tonight. Almost without thinking, her hands left his hair, inching their way to the his waist and resting atop the loops of his pants. Her eyes sought his out again, wordlessly asking for permission, albeit begging, to proceed. She was only willing if he was, after all. It was his move. He may not want to, but she was damn sure willing to try. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 18, 2020 1:13:48 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 18, 2020 1:13:48 GMT -7
Things were escalating quickly in Jessie's bedroom. Simon could barely process everything in his current state of mind but he was enjoying every moment with the lioness. Each touch sent him into overdrive, leaving him wanting more, yearning for her to be closer to his skin. Her shirt hit the floor and soon enough his joined, kissing her deeply as his hands ran through her soft tresses. The look she gave him caused his heart to erupt out of his chest. Wanting nothing more than Jessie in that moment. His hips ground against hers as an invitation before more articles of clothing met the bedroom floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
Simon's lips traveled up her navel, chest, and collarbone, delicately placing heavy kisses anywhere there was exposed skin. His movements started off with urgency before an overwhelming heaviness started to creep throughout his entire body, leaving him with a sinking feeling. Simon tried to fight it but the urge to close his eyes was becoming too strong, the weightlessness was approaching. Every touch he drifted further and further away, but there was nothing he could do. Simon stopped, nuzzling his face into Jessie's neck and hair, holding her close as can be, "Sorry Jeszz-" he breathed out deeply, but peacefully, before his lids sealed shut and he plummeted out of consciousness.
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Apr 19, 2020 19:03:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2020 19:03:27 GMT -7
The friction between their bodies sent the Lioness into overdrive, just as his pants hit the floor. Her thoughts were traveling a mile a minute, jumbling around in her head as she attempted to anticipate whatever was about to happen. Of course the Lioness was going to overthink this-- even in the throes of passion. His lips set about devouring her body, causing her to emit a soft moan. A sudden urgency sparked between the two of them, before drifting into a slower pace. His touches became few and far between, as he mumbled a quick apology before succumbing to sleep. The Lioness stilled atop him, watching for any hint of a joke. Jessie wouldn't have put it past him in that moment. A small, disappointed sigh left her lips, as the promiscuous high within her began to wither away. She slid off of Simon, making sure not to wake up. Her feet hit the soft carpet beside the bed, and she quickly slipped back into her shirt. A small bit of want still festered in her, but she pushed aside the disappointment she felt. She had wanted to take it further tonight, but it might have been a good thing they hadn't. An afterthought left Jessie thinking that she might prefer for Simon to be completely sober if they were going to take things to the next level. She gazed at the sleeping boy in her bed, contemplating waking him up and escorting him back to her warm. But she found herself unable to do so, due to the peaceful look on his face. She could wake up earlier enough to put him back in his own room in the morning. She carefully folded his clothes, and placed them on the nightstand. Another problem suddenly occurred to her... Should she sleep on the floor? It didn't take her long to come to a decision, as she slipped under the covers on the empty side of the bed. Despite being fully awake minutes ago, it didn't take long for Jessie to fall asleep, as her body ached from the sudden withdrawal of physicality. simon sixten svendsen
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simon sixten svendsen
HOGWARTS ALUM PART VAMPIRE FALMOUTH FALCONS & SWEDISH NATIONAL TEAM CHASER
520 posts
played by Dez
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last online Mar 22, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -7
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Apr 21, 2020 20:05:25 GMT -7
Post by simon sixten svendsen on Apr 21, 2020 20:05:25 GMT -7
At around 6 in the morning, Simon woke from his dead slumber to the sound of birds chirping outside the window and sun streaming in through the curtains, right onto his face. His eyes pried open and he was instantly greeted by a headache and disoriented by his surroundings. Fuck, this wasn't his bedroom. This was the guest bedroom. AKA Jessie's room. Simon turned his head on the pillow to see Jessie curled up on the opposite side of the bed sleeping peacefully. She looked cute when she slept. There was a part of him deep down that yearned to lay next to her and drift back to sleep - or maybe that was the remaining drugs mingling in his system - but it was certainly a thought.
Memories of the night were a hazy blur, he could barely remember what happened from the time he got home, but his hand was tender and red. Simon lifted the blanket and was relieved to see that he was still wearing his underwear, despite his clothes being folded neatly on the bed stand. Bless Jessie's heart.
Slowly, to not disturb Jessie, he got out of bed and pulled his pants and shirt on. Turning the knob of the door carefully, he gave one last look at Jessie to make sure she wasn't awake and peered out of the door to make sure his parents or Sofia wouldn't see him flee to his bedroom. Simon stepped into the hallway and to his bedroom one door down, ripping his shirt off and throwing himself onto the bed to sleep well into the afternoon. Things between him and Jessie were changing.
[END SIMON]
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