Love Among the Chandeliers {Angela} {R}

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ooC: continuation of Lately, and likely to turn "adult"

For some reason, Kennedy Cavan quickly flew down the halls leading to the antechamber. Perhaps it had something to do with the attractive blonde wrapped around his body, whom he happened to be kissing quite passionately. For that matter, the promise of "more than ten minutes" coupled with "we should try it when flying" might have further encouraged their behavior.

Of course, there was one minor difficulty to the plan, that Kennedy could see. Well, two really. For starters, he wasn't entirely certain that the antechamber would be completely deserted. For another, well, what did you do with clothes when you were dozens of feet above the ground? He supposed they could litter the ground with their discarded clothing, but chances were that would draw attention.

Well, he wasn't alone, he could always see if Angela had any suggestions. Planting one more kiss onto his girlfriend, he nodded to the floor below.

"So, I was just thinking. If we're going to do this, uhh..." he had to bite his lip, feeling oddly embarrassed. Apparently Kennedy was the sort who couldn't discuss sexual things with his lover. Go figure. "Umm, the clothes. Our clothes. You know, uh, what would we do with them, if we, you know."

He sounded like a nervous virgin, which he certainly wasn't.

[✿ngela wingrose]

Angela giggled and blushed. What were they going to do with their clothes?

"There're always the chandeliers," her smile grew brighter, and she squirmed out of his arms, using his shoulders to project herself up to the ceiling. From there she brought one hand to the hem of her high-neck purple shirt and lifted it so her tan, flat stomach was visible. With another giggle, she brought her other hand down to the button of her dark-wash jeans and flicked it open.

An aerial strip tease, hmm? Or was Kennedy's legendary self-control going to crack in 2.5 seconds and would the boy ascend to help her out of her fashionable autumn clothes?

"So... I was reading Attention! magazine, and they had an countdown list of what guys think is hot..." Angela commented, raising both eyebrows because she wasn't able to lift just one. The shirt was raised a little higher, revealing that the bra she was wearing beneath it was a deep burgundy colour and very shiny and see-through and lacey...

"Why don't I start at number five?"

She slipped a finger under her bra strap.

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Suddenly it felt very hot in the antechamber. Very, very hot. Kennedy could feel his lip drying, and sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. His eyes instantly went to the enticing strap, then at the bottom of the bra as it showed.

He licked his lips, attempting to grab the last bits of his fleeting self-control. After all, he was well known for it, apparently. "Shouldn't we start at number ten or so? I think that's where these things usually start."

He floated over to another chandelier, hovering just a few feet from it. This let him yank his own shirt off, baring his muscular chest. Said shirt was soon tossed onto the chandelier, and Kennedy arched one eyebrow, because he could actually do that, and smirked at Angela

Yes, two could play at that game.

"It's not fair," he sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know any countdowns of what girls think is hot. Guess I'll just have to wing it or something."

He shrugged, then looked speculatively at his girlfriend.

[✿ngela wingrose]

Angela shrugged, trying to come off as casual.

"Well, we don't have any vibrating toys, and the nearest ice cubes are all the way in the kitchen..." Angela pulled the zipper of her fly down, then pulled the fabric of her jeans aside to reveal that her knickers were the same wine shade as her bra. And equally as lacey.

"And you haven't told me what your greatest fantasy is... which we should discuss, by the way," Angela added giving him a quirky little grin. What was Kennedy Cavan's ultimate fantasy? It made her start to wonder, and her brain went a little off-topic. Then she snapped out of it and hooked a thumb in her jean pocket. Using this to yank her pants down a little and reveal more lace, one had to wonder if Angela dressed like this always, or if she planned these kinds of things with Kennedy...

"So let's start at number five, shall we?"

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Yes, the teasing was getting to Kennedy. Even shirtless and floating in space, he still felt overheated. Just watching Angela excited and aroused him, and it was making undoing his own pants to be a task of monumental difficulty. In the end, Kennedy settled for pretending like he wasn't struggling, and simply crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at Angela.

"If you need a vibrating toy, than I hardly think I'm necessary. And ice cubes just doesn't sound all that fun to me either," Kennedy stated. He looked speculative, particularly as Angela asked him his own fantasy. "You mean my ultimate fantasy period, or my ultimate fantasy since meeting you? Because they're slightly different."

Kennedy dared float a little closer. Which allowed him a better view of Angela's "knickers." Suddenly his pants seemed both incredibly uncomfortable and wholly unnecessary.

"What's number five?" he managed. He couldn't tear his eyes away though. Did they match? And since when had Angela become this sexy? All Kennedy had going for him was his currently shirtless state. Though if he got close, he could prove his skilled hands and lips. He clearly failed at teasing, or, at least, was much worse at it then Angela.

[✿ngela wingrose]

"Oh no, the toy is just decoration. See, if I pulled one out, you wouldn't give me a chance to use it, would you?" Angela laughed, drifting down toward him so painfully slowly, "And you use the ice on the girls, not the boy," it may or may not have been deliberate when her shirt shifted even higher.

Then she removed her top completely, using just one hand. Had she been practicing this? The purple garment was tossed to land next to Kennedy's shirt on the chandelier. Then Angie backed away from him, very out of reach. Both hands slid down the sides of her legs and under her jeans and she began wiggling out of them. She looked every inch Kennedy's private stripper. She kicked the jeans over to the chandelier too, and they clung precariously on one of the lower limbs. Angela pushed back her hair.

"This is number five..." her voice turned sultry. One finger slid down the front of her panties then slipped to the side, pulling down so more of her creamy, smooth skin showed.

Angela clearly had known she was going to see Kennedy today...

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First the whole corset business, now this. It simply wasn't fair, how much pull over him Angela had. Yes, Kennedy wouldn't have it any other way. But still, he'd like to at least be able to pull back. If only a little bit.

But he couldn't break his gaze from her as she stripped, though his eyes did follow the shirt as it landed near his, hooking on the arms of the chandelier. Then he watched as she started wiggling out of her jeans, and he started fully giving into the arousal that had been steadily building. After all, this was his girlfriend, and she was easily the most attractive person he'd ever seen. His blood felt on fire, and his jeans really needed to go.

Like now.

Especially when Angela's hands went to her panties. Kennedy swallowed hard, and did what he least wanted to do at the moment.

He turned away.

"So," he said, his voice husky despite his attempts, "is number five the underwear, because that's... that's certainly, uh, turning me on."

He fought extremely hard, desperately trying not to turn and gawk.

"Or is it, what you're doing with your hands there," Kennedy peaked over out of the corner of his eyes. Yes, definitely busy hands. And soft, creamy flesh. All he had to do was just float on over there, and he could put his hands all over it. In fact, she'd probably let him.

"Because that's working too. It's really not fair," he had to pout a little now, "what you're doing to me now. And I'm supposed to be the bad one in the relationship, remember, Angela?"

He turned to smirk at her now, attempting to project confidence. He did actually have that, though she was certainly distracting him. His own arms fell to his sides, hooking around his belt loops. Mostly so he could surreptitiously adjust his confining jeans than anything else.

[✿ngela wingrose]

"No actually, the underwear didn't even make the list," Angela replied as coyly as she could. Kennedy had made a comment after their other time together, the corset business. He had said she had 'grown sexually', and she liked the way it made her feel. And obviously Kennedy had no objections to the way it made him feel. But she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she'd gone a little far with all this when he turned. Was he blushing?

"Hands are number two," Angela teased, "you're skipping steps," she accused. Five was the strip tease. Four was not letting him touch her - not yet. Three was...

Angela swallowed. She flit forward to hover in front of him, and she put her hands on his. Then they found the jeans that he'd been fumbling with surrepticiously earlier, and she undid the button at a torturous pace. Her hand pulled down the zipper, purposely pressing in when she did this, and she could feel how much he wanted her. It made her eager, but she took a breath and forced herself to be calm. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Because this was step three.

Angela tugged down on his pants, growing more and more excited and more and more anxious as they slipped down around his shoes. Stalling, the blonde lifted herself to his eye-level (but didn't meet his green eyes) and kissed him. Then she swallowed again, butterflies racing in her stomach, and she whispered...

"How do you want me?"

It wasn't an accident when her hands dipped below the front of his waistband.

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"Wow, the underwear didn't even make the list? Must have been some list," Kennedy joked. A sure sign of his nerves, made even more apparent by his fidgeting as Angela hovered closer to him. Yes, indeed, she had certainly grown sexually. It was hard for him to believe this was the same girl he'd lost his virginity to in a wonderful night at the kitchens. Now it looked like he'd have to be paying her back again, though aerial sex had been his idea.

"Gah, Angela. If you gave me the chance between breathing and having you right now, I'd pick you. It's not even a contest," he admitted. He began breathing heavily, and he'd tried to help with the lowering of his pants. which only served to add to the tangled mess, and he almost lost them. Fortunately he managed to snag them with his feet.

"Angela I--" he tried again, but found himself caught in kisses. Now his own skill could come into play, and he kissed passionately back. He felt her hands go to him, and nearly lost it there. He did manage to snatch himself from the brink, and instead pulled Angela close to him. His bare chest pressed hard against her soft curves, and it almost felt like he was trying to fuse them together. He didn't allow her the option of escaping for a few moments, instead kissing her hard. His tongue dueled with hers, coaxing it into life. one hand slid down to her thigh, caressing it, to have his hand slid underneath. One finger darted with the edge of her underwear, and he broke to smile though his panting.

"I really want to skip steps," he managed. He licked his lips and used the hand that wasn't caressing her thigh to pull her chin up to meet his eyes. "So, I guess the question becomes, do you want me, Angela?"

[✿ngela wingrose]

What sort of question was that? Of course Angela wanted him! Did he really need that reassurance from her?

"I want you. I want you so badly. It's driving me insane when we're not together, and I think about you every single night we're not together," she was okay with skipping the steps if he was. She wasn't ready for three anyway, and she was even more nervous for two. Maybe some other time.

Angela took his hand on her leg and brought it in closer, pulling it to rub against her inner thigh in a way that made her whimper with want. The sensitive flesh there tingled and she guided his hand even closer, and her mouth pressed softly against his neck. Her tongue could pick up the taste of salt - Kennedy had already worked up a sweat, just from watching her? Maybe she'd been doing a better job than she thought she had. Her breath hitched when she had inadverdently moved her body over his hand. Kennedy wouldn't have to work too hard, as Angela was already way worked up. The bombshell licked a line down to his clavicle.

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"Sounds like you're in love to me," Kennedy managed. After that, he doubted he'd be able to form full sentences. His hand trailed along the soft flesh of her thigh ,and he felt his fingers trace the light lace of her panties. At that point, resistance became futile. He worked his hands along the line of her panties, teasing the flesh underneath his fingers.

It would prove difficult to do a whole lot orally, since Angela had taken to assaulting his neck. Yes, she had definitely gotten much better at the whole sexual experience. He arched slightly, pressing against her.

The hand not caught up with her thighs trailed along her side, darting around her back to start working on her bra strap. Oddly enough, Kennedy proved a deft hand at that, and it soon gave way under his skillful manipulations. Unfortunately, they were too close for him to slide his hand in between their bodies. So instead he worked at getting the straps off her shoulders. The whole process was, of course, rushed as Kennedy's passions inflamed him, though he did manage to stay focused, as difficult as that was.

[✿ngela wingrose]

As the straps slid down her arms, Angela moved just enough to slip her arms out of the burgundy bra, and it hooked over one of the lights on the chandelier when she tossed it away. Then she pressed against him, one hand on his shoulder, the other dipping down to find the hand he had between her legs. She guided it over the top and pushed the material down, the lace sliding down her thighs smoothly enough. Once past her knees, they slipped right off before she had a chance to catch them, and she kicked her shoes off. They made two very tiny noises when they came in contact with the Antechamber floor. She didn't seem to be worried that her underwear and footwear were now decorating the surface someone could walk on at any moment.

Leaving his hand where it was, Angela used both of hers to remove his one last remaining article of clothing. Was Kennedy going to be able to do this without using any leverage? There was always that chandelier...

Oh screw it. Angela found his mouth and kissed in a fierce and demanding 'take me now' way. Her one hand tightened the hold on his shoulder while the other delved between their bodies and guided him to her.

Angela might not know Kennedy's fantasies, but she certainly knew her own. It flashed before her closed lids as the image hit her. A king-size bed with white silk sheets, a discarded wedding dress on the floor, and Angela sprawled on the covers in much too-sexy lingerie. Kennedy hovering just inches away from her, shedding a tuxedo from his broad shoulders, leaning into the delicate palms against his chest. That long, lingering stare and then...

"Kennedy!" Angela gasped, trapped somewhere between fantasy and reality. He evidently noticed how much better Angela was getting at this, but he probably had no idea how good he was. She quivered, the vision of candles and rose petals blurring as she came back to their amazing hanging-off-the-chandeliers sex.

Apparently Kennedy didn't need any leverage after all.

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Everything was quickly becoming flesh on flesh. Sensual, passionate urges surged through Kennedy, and he imparted these through ardent embraces and deep kisses. Breathing became a secondary option, air sucked between the tangle of lips. Not only did Angela guide Kennedy's hands, but they worked on their own, delicately manipulating her in such a way to further ignite her passions.

His own breath caught as she took him in her hand. The uniting felt wonderfully right, as if they were made for each other. Kennedy pressed his body against Angela's, his hands sliding around to support her. Both hands cupped her, keeping her aloft and attached to him. The lack of leverage made things difficult, but not impossible.

Kennedy's lips began moving down Angela's neck. He delicately nibbled the tender flesh, drifting further down. The lips pressed against her chest, drifting lower as he took her into his mouth as well. The gasp stole his attention, and he looked up. Soon he parted from her, replacing his lips with his fingers. More deep breaths, and he was kissing her passionately again, his hips beginning to move now.

Again, he was beyond words, to talk would be to cheapen the experience. At best, he would speak her name, labeling the being to him he was fully giving himself, the girl he loved.

[✿ngela wingrose]

She leaned into his mouth, back arching while hips and lips found the right rythm. Her fingers knotted in his hair, holding him to her, then helping his searching mouth find hers again. When his hands covered her, and teased her, and made her tremble, she rocked against him, golden hair rolling sensually about her shoulders as she tilted back. Her arms wrapped under his arms and around him, fingers splayed over his back muscles, grip tightening as she pushed herself down. This one feeling, of completeness, of banishing the empty void within her... this was what kept her coming back into his arms. Not his beautiful face, which certainly was a bonus, or his incredible body, which was of course something she'd had an infatuation with since their first tutoring session together. It was this moment repeated, to reassure her over and over, that she was not alone, and never would be.

"I..." Angela gasped, "I love you."

She hadn't been able to say it, not like this, even though she knew she loved him. But something inspired her to say it now, to somehow express how they were connected in more ways than one.

Then there were no more words. Just Angela's lips against his, kissing and sighing, smiling and crying out in a vocabularly invented by the sirens.

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Some people claimed you could forget words said in a moment of passion. People will say anything while physically aroused, pushed to the brink of sexual bliss. You can't believe a word they say then. It's all coital, hormonal reactions.

But Kennedy knew those words as surely as he knew the body he was connected with. As soon as they escaped Angela, he pressed his mouth to hers, as though he could force them to remain on her lips. He certainly accepted them, and her love, completely. The connection had been formed, and Kennedy wouldn't sever it.

He spoke with his body and his actions, surrendering and conquering, giving and taking. Moving through the timeless motions of love, and relishing every moment of it. He rode the ebb and flow of it all. Finally, the last wave of pleasure crashed over him, his body shuddering.

There was little left to do at that point besides hold her and hover there, hoping that he'd brought her along.