New beginnings (Tarot and Damien but open as well)

[tarot]

Tarot opens her eyes, blinking at the bright sunshine. She feels much better than when Damien had first blinked her, no dizzyness or queazyness, just a feeling of absolute calm wrapped in Damien's arms. "Much better," she says jokily.

They are alone in the grounds of the Institute, in front of the beautiful lake, being warmed by the sunlight that encircles them, creating such a different atmosphere to the fountain outside Starbucks.

The light shines of the ripples on it's surface and iluminates Damien's face with a heavenly glow. It is idyllic and Tarot kisses him gently, whispering "I love you."

She takes his hand and stands by his side. "So, this is the Institute, or rather, it's grounds. I love this lake, it's so peaceful and serene, I read out here when I want to be alone." She smiles,"Now I'll have you to keep me company."

She drops his hand and with as much excitement as a small child picks up a flat stone from the floor, bending her wrist and skimming it across the flat surface of the water. It bounces three times and sinks with a satisfying "plop." "So much for showing off," she laughs, almost in hysterics, running back to Damien and giving him a giant hug.

She pulls back from him and puts one hand on her hip, using the other to twist a long strand of her red hair round her finger, "Where do you want to go now?" she says teasingly, hoping he would get the hidden meaning.

[Damien Schwartz]

Damien doesn't brake the hug for some time, but then sets her free. As she kisses him, he returns with an "I love you too.", and then watches her throw the stone into water. He laughs with her, and returns the hug, making it bigger than it was. And more passionate.

His eyes focus on her, enchanted by her body language, and for a few seconds, he is unable to say anything. After a while, the first traces of words form on his lips, but still no sound comes out.

Finally, Damien comes closer, and wraps his hands around her hip. "Take me wherever you want to, my private little angel." he says, sipping his natural (and some of the practiced) charm into every word, each of them already decorated by the strong German accent. It is incredible how much joy, passion, and love one being can provoke in Damien, or at least he thinks it is.

A few hours ago, he was mad, disappointed, and sad for the fact that his parents are completely ignoring him. Now, he is ecstatic, filled with love, feeling like he can just set off and fly, and probably looking to a very romantic weekend in his home country, in the more than romantic house one of his uncles built, but never uses.

[tarot]

(( ok, we have now moved to Tarot's room. WARNING THIS THREAD IS GOING TO GET ADULT SOON SO THOSE UNDERAGE/SNESETIVE/EASILY OFFENDED DON'T READ!!!!!!!!!!!!! ))

Tarot takes Damien's hand softly, wrapping her porcelain white fingers around his. Now is the right time, she is sure. Even though they haven't know ecah other long, it feels so right. She wants to give herself to him fully, to feel his flesh on hers, to be together intertwined.

She pulls him into the Institute, gently but with an obvious sense of haste, as if she cannot wait for the ecstasy that will ensue. It is silent, no pupils in the corridoors, no teachers, no one.

"Everyone must be in lessons," she whispers to him, making her voice soft and sultry. "We can be alone...."

She leads him further, looking back into the erotic canvas of his face periodically, mentally pinching herself to ensure that this is not the facade of an beautiful dream. She smiles at him each time, making sure that his expression is one of ease but also eagerness.

"This is home," she says, wanting him to feel impressed but not wanting to dwell too long, she wants to be with him now.

They go up the stairs, passing no one and drawing no obvious attention. Tarot has forgotten Xavier's powers, his mental capacity and intuitive knowing. He probably senses their presence and knows exactly what they are about to do. If she realised this, Tarot would not be leading him to her room with the same intent.

They reach the first floor. Ahead of them lies a long, straight corridoor with student's doors on either side. No one will be in them unless they are asleep and besides, her room is iscolated so no one will be able to hear them. She leads him further until they reach the last door on the right which has a carved wooden sign saying "Tarot" in dark, engraved letters on it's granular surface.

She puts one finger to her lips, "This is my room, "she whispers, taking a key from her pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Thank God I tidied it yesterday she thinks, knowing that she would die of embaressment if he saw the general chaos that normally fills it.

She pulls him in quickly, closing the door behind her and locking it with a satisfying "click". She puts the key on her desk and then stand in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"Are you ready for this?" she asks, desperately hoping that his answer will match hers.

(( it's going to get good sorry it's a bit jumbled, i want to leave it for Damien to make the first sort of official move ))

[Damien Schwartz]

Damien follows her through the institute, enchanted by her very appearance, complying to her guidance without a single bit of resistance. He is at her mercy. As they enter her room, and she locks it and comes in front of him, asking him whether he is ready, he smiles and wraps his arms around her, kissing her deeply. "With you, I am ready for anything." he says in a whisper, as if not to disperse the wonderful cloud of dreams he seems to be caught in.

His arms pull her closer to him, hugging her stronger, and he starts a long, passionate kiss, closing his eyes, reveling in the moment, not wanting this day to ever end. Finally, he is happy, just really, truly, and undeniably happy, rejoicing that he has found someone whom he loves so deeply and whom he can tell all of his secrets, joys, and worries, without fear of rejection, betrayal, or anything else.

His right hand falls a little lower down her back, caressing every inch of her body as he enjoys the scent she radiates, an intoxicating aroma of love and devotion. As they part, his dark green eyes are filled with a warmth that was never before present.

"I love you, Tarot."

[tarot]

Tarot kisses back with as much passion as Damien, leaning into the kiss with all her body and embracing it with all her mind. His hand on her lower back is electric, making her want this more than ever, and reminding her how long it has been since she had given herself to anyone.

When Damien says he loves her she smiles and begins to kiss his earlobe, "I love you too, more than anything. I want this more than anything" She holds him again, hands on his bottom. pulling his body in close to hers and searching his mouth with her tongue. It still tastes like Cappuccino, warm and rich much like him.

"You taste so good, " she whispers jokily, her voice soft and low, pulling back from him and beaming, a new found colour along with confidence dispersing itself across her cheeks. She looks radiant, a vision of Aphrodite in the flesh.

Her body is tingling with a thousand and one feelings of anticipation, love, passion...... fear?. She takes a deep breath and pushes her long, curled tresses behind her shoulders so that her torso is clear, moving closer to Damien as she does so, still smiling. She takes his hands, leading them to the buttons of her blouse. She wants this, she needs it more than ever before.

With his hands still at her chest, she kisses him frantically. Her kisses are so deep and passionate that with every one, it feels as if their two bodies and souls have become one. Her tongue is soft as it roams around his mouth, exploring the crevices and teeth gently. Her hands feel drawn to the bottom of his shirt, which she begins to pull up with delicate and light fingers, until the base of his toned chest is on display.

[Damien Schwartz]

>>"You taste so good"

He smiles, imploring his tongue in a response to hers, having them do a sort of a passionate oral tango. Afterwards, her lips on his earlobe feel so electric, invigorating, and he doesn't want any of this to ever end.

As she leads his hands to her blouse, and he starts unbuttoning it, he feels the usual feeling many teenagers receive at moments like these, or in the case of younger ones, when thinking about such moments. He feels slightly embarrassed, a bad reflex instilled into him by his parents in hopes of some impossible form of chastity.

His jeans, otherwise normally fitting, are now tight, and for a good reason. As she raises his shirt, he finishes unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Sure, he had had some women before, but those were awkward one night stands. This is different. It is genuine. He feels their unity in every inch of his body, and he doesn't want to let go, not now, that they are one, no longer Tarot and Damien, but rather one being, without a name, without a definite form, but with a clear and single purpose. And that purpose is love, pure untainted, inarticulate, intense love, filled with passion and desire, with a core so bright and pure it almost hurts.

He helps her take his shirt off, pulling his hands out of it, and then returning them on her back, but allot lower now. "I have never felt something this pure, this intense, Tarot, and I do not want to let go of it. I want us to become one." he whispers in her ear as he kisses it, his words filled with the strong German accent now more than ever, as he looses control over his usual speech. This is something special, and it should not be tainted by any form of control whatsoever.

Yes, he feels many different emotions, most of which are passion, desire, love, but there is also fear. Undefined, but still there, dark and ominous, a fear so ancient he never knew something like that existed. A fear of loosing her, his one and only treasure. He has forgotten of everything else, and only they exist, in this single moment, stretching out to eternity, the two of them in this room, in desire for each other, almost holy, but damned as well, blessed by love for each other, cursed by revolting rules which seem only to hinder them, but not any more. They will ignore those rules, and they will be in love, defying Heaven, Earth, and Hell if need be, just to stay together.

They exist in a moment, in eternity, forever and ever, with no end.

((Finally... I got it done, hope you likes))

[tarot]

The fates have rolled their dice, played their hand. Passion and extasy triumph over reason and expectation, primal instincts are too strong to be ignored.

The touch of his lips on her ear is erotic and with it, Tarot pushes her bare chest into his, her soft bosom touching his warm skin and bringing a euphoria with their closeness. Were it not for the physical boundaries of skin, muscle, bone their souls would be dancing in a paradox of original love. Knowledge of the flesh, knowledge of the mind, filling Tarot, flowing through every inch of her body, urdging her down a path she is more than willing to take.

She moves her hands to the fly of her jeans. They are standing so close that as she slowly unbuttons them, her hands touch his croch. She lets out a little half giggle, partly from nerves, partly from the obvious 'excitement' Damien can feel. Her tongue still dances the oral tango with his, each button leading to a deeper step in the dance, each step filled with greater passion. Soon they are discarded on the floor like the crysalis of a forming butterfly, exposing the beauty beneath. Her skin is pure and white like the fresh snow that has never been touched.

She moves her hands closer towards his fly, unbuttoning the brass fastening, pulling the zip and then slipping her fingers under the waistband. His skin is so warm against hers, a warmth of confidence, a warmth of love. She is cold with fear being found but a greater fear of loosing her true love. She pulls them down to his feet where he can step out of them, ready for the next stage to begin.

She steps back from him, slips her fingers into the waist of her underwear and within a moment they are discarded lilke her jeans. She stands there, naked and pure in her elemental self, a facade of strength covering a crumbling interior.

She is innocence, passion, fire, love, birth, death all in one body.

She is creation.

She is destruction.

[Damien Schwartz]

As her hands unbutton his fly, a small amount of short, ragged breathes escapes his mouth, and when she discards all of her clothes, he somehow feels as if struck by lightning- electricity all over his body, excitement overflowing and flooding over all other emotions, except for love and passion, and his hands move down to his own underwear and remove it, bringing him to a state same as hers.

He takes a few steps closer, moving in a daze, and hugs her tightly, kissing her first on the mouth, then her ears, then moving down to her neck, and then back again. She is beautiful, her skin leaving burning sensations on his as he holds her close and tight, still kissing her.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" he asks, his voice but a whisper, filled with love and passion, quivering as his eyes look deep into hers, to find the reflection of his own soul. It is impossible for him to explain how much love he feels for her in words, but he knows that she can feel it emanating from him like an aura.

His tanned skin makes a contrast to hers, his dark hair drowned by her flaming red as his head moves along her neck and face in passion, dealing electric kisses. He stops for a second, his eyes still locked on hers. "Do you maybe want us to go somewhere else? Perhaps that cottage?" he asks, not sure if her bed would be the perfect place, since it is made for one person. He conjures a picture of one of the bedrooms just in case she says yes, and scolds himself for putting such a question in the middle of this all.

He continues to kiss her as he waits for her answer, his hands exploring every inch of her smooth, beautiful skin. They venture even deeper in the connection, no longer being one being, but a powerful force, overflowing with energy, controversy, passion, desire, death, life. The world around them crumbles, no longer important, a mere detail. The only thing that is important in the universe is their union, their love for each other.

((crappy, I know, sorry))

[tarot]

With every kiss that touches her naked flesh, her love for him grows stronger. Like a potent poison, passion courses thrugh her veins, sweet and intoxicating, destroying all inhibitions and revealling deep and secret desires. She is an open book, all her fanatsies laid bare for them both to live.

The full touch of his body cacoons her. She is lost within him, each electric kiss bringing with it a burning desire. The Institute, the World, the Universe are pale and insignificant in the site of true love. With every lovers embrace her penetrates deeper into her soul until she is no longer sure what is his and what is her own.

She pushes herself even closer into him so that all of the crevices in her body are combined with his like the interwoven roots of a great tree, bringing life and beauty to the dark world. Their love is like a beacon, shining out among the darkness of the last few months, triumphing over sadness and fullfilling yearnings.

His hands are erotic on her skin, his fingers tracing every curve in her back, running down her spine to her bottom and back again, electric with the fury of intent. She leans her body into him, her eyes closed and her lips kissing his every time they touch.

She is so lost that she hardly notices him speaking, especially as her goes back to exploring her neck with his lips, moving between her colar bone, ear and lips with fluidity, his motions smooth and endless.

>> "Do you maybe want us to go somewhere else? Perhaps that cottage?"

It seems so strange for him to ask her this in the middle of their passion that she opens her eyes and pushes a little back from him so that she can see his face clearly.

"I love you Damien, more than I have loved anyone before. Wherever we go, it will be perfect because you will be there with me."

She smiles at him and kisses him deeply, moving her body into his as she does so, wrapping her arms around him tightly, holding him with the same tenderness as his embrace.

She withdraws from the kiss and takes his hand, leading him closer to her bed. It is small, too small for the dance they are about to undertake. She drops his hand gently, kisses him, and then reaches for the quilt. It is blood red, firery and intense as their passion, emultaing the colour of her hair.

She pulls it to the space in the middle of the floor, the fabric cascading over the carpet like a river of roses. Wiithout a word, takes Damien's hand and lowers herself onto it's surface, her naked, pure and elemental body shining among it's many folds.

She is ready.





(( sorry it's a bit crap, Damien's move now ))

[Damien Schwartz]

As she pulls him down, his naked body complies at her touch, moving with ease and without any energy to resist. His breaths grow a bit shorter, and his eyes tremble slightly, as if hit by electricity, their shade turning very dark.

Almost in a trance, he closes in on another kiss, passionate as all the others, if not even more. Any more love, devotion, and passion between them doesn't seem to be among the limits of any rules, human made or natural.

He is insecure above all, afraid next, but at the same time in love, at the peak of passion, and consumed by her overwhelming presence. In a single moment, his soul seems to belong to her, and then it returns back to him.

He leans in closer and closer, until their bodies can no longer be told one from the other. Slowly, his lips go across her face and neck, and then lower on, and then back, his left hand exploring her back, his right lost in her beautiful hair.

He leans in closer, slowly pushing her into a laying position, so that now they are next to each other, but also intertwined. He keeps kissing her passionately, preparing her as much as himself for what is to come.

He has never done anything like this and is uncertain. He almost partially hopes that she feels the same, and finally the decision comes, and Damien feels like it is the right time.

As he enters her, his eyes become a bit lighter, in fear that she might not feel comfortable at all, but also fog up a bit at the mounds of excitement, pleasure, and passion he feels rushing through his whole body in a single moment which stretches out to eternity.

((stop saying that your posts are crappy or I'll smack you with the spork. look above to see crappiness *ends discussion with a big period and ponders how wrong that sounds*))

[tarot]

(( tender romance has now turned to all out porn i shall return it to it's sweet self lol hope you don't mind me godding a bit, just so that i can write some cute stuff ))

:: Fade to black ::

Tarot opens her eyes slowly and blinks a few times. Hours have passed and now her room is dark making it hard to see, a total change to when she entered it.

She stretches a little, interlocking her toes and straightening her stiff legs but what do you expect after sleeping on the floor? Well, not really sleeping.....

Last night was sooooo perfect. She had never known true love until now, never felt the embrace from it's passion and never felt so close to someone until now. They were more than just physically joined, they were together spiritually, two bodies moving to the rythmn of one soul.

She turns her head a little, puts one hand to the side of her, a pushes her torso up so that she is propped up a little. A huge smile crosses her face as she sees Damien's body stretched out beside her. He looks so perfect, his toned and muscular chest rising and falling with the passive motion of sleeping breath, and his eyelids closed delicately. It may be a trick of the light, but she swears she can see a hint of green through them.

He looks so peaceful that she doesn't want to disturb him, she is content just to sit and watch him for a while, her Adonis. She pushes herself up a bit more a plants a soft kiss on his eyes. They flutter a little but he doesn't wake.

She sighs a half yawn and moves her mouth to his ear, kissing his ear lobe a little. "I love you so much." A single tear rolls down her cheek and she kisses him tenderly on the lips. "You are perfect."

She lowers herself down so that her head rests upon his chest. His skin is warm and smooth against her cheek, the movement wrippling the red sea of her hair. She closes her eyes, here she will wait in perfect bliss until her hero awakes.

[Damien Schwartz]

"I love you so much. You are perfect." the voice of the beautiful visage whispers to him, his eyes fixed on her in this dream of all dreams. Then, the visage disappears, fading into darkness, and a slight tickling sensation brings Damien back into the real world, his eyes opening abruptly. He doesn't move, but just looks down, to see Tarot, his beautiful queen. A smile spreads across his face, making it a picture of bliss.

"So, it was not a wonderful dream after all..." he tells her, his right hand moving up to stroke her flame red hair. He crosses with his fingers across her cheek. "I love you too, Tarot, more than anything." he adds as he lifts her head to plant a kiss on her lips.

Damien stretches out a bit, trying to get rid of some of the stiffness induced by the floor. Afterwards, his arm is moved back to hug her. His eyes are indeed a deep shade of green, interlocking with hers. Was that night really true? Or is this still a dream. I hope not.

A grin spreads across his face as a thought strikes him. "What do you want to do today? I would like to take you somewhere, anywhere you want." he whispers to her, adding to the quiet atmosphere filled with love and devotion. He feels as if they are each a single half of one whole, one impossible to work without the other. He is now only a part of a soul on his own, but with her he feels like he is much more than just one.

Damien plants another kiss on her lips, hugging her tightly, revelling in the warmth of her presence.

((Sorry and thank you- we needed that. Oh, and sorry for the crappiness, somehow I can't get out of the cliches))

[tarot]

(( AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, WRITER'S BLOCK sorry this post is crap and short, my muse has escaped))

The kisses are so perfect that a smile spreads across her face in pure bliss. "Morning sleepy head," she whipsers, returning the embrace gently, her lips lingering on his.

She moves her head back to rest on his chest where his fingers begin to intertwine themselves with her hair once more, becoming lost in a sea of red. The motion is so rytmical and soothing that her eyes begin to close, the desire just to rest there in his touch coursing through every inch of her body. She has to shake herself awake, interlocking the toes of each foot and stretching. Her bones click a little, stiff with the effects of sleeping on the hard, cold floor.

She shivers and reaches for Damien's arms, wrapping them more tightly around herself. "Can't we lie here for a bit longer," she says softly, stroking his hands with her fingertips as they lie across her bossom. "Your hands are so soft," she whispers, bringing them to her lips and kissing them a little and then replacing them to their previous position.

[Damien Schwartz]

"Natürlich" he replies with a simple word spoken in perfect German (how wouldn't it be?). "We have all the time around to use however we want." he adds, smiling.

Another kiss lands on her lips, and then a protective one on her forehead. "I love you, and I don't think I could say it enough times to express my feelings." Damien says quietly, his voice but a smooth ripple in the dominating, soothing silence of the room.

As she comments his hands, he smiles, then blushes a little, saying, "You're just saying that. They're not that soft."

After a minute or two, a thought strikes him, and he looks into her eyes, "Perhaps you would like a massage to start your day?"

(GUH, stupid computer...anyway, sorry for my crappiness also...)

[tarot]

The kisses are perfect, each one a tender reaffirmation of their love. As his lips softly touch her forehead, she closes her eyes. She feels so safe in his powerful embrace, his arms wrapped around her so tightly that she is almost in her own world of bliss. The world could end and she wouldn't care, so long as he was there with her.

She continues to stroke his fingers, memorising every crease and fold in his beautiful skin. Her Adonis. His words make her laugh. She opens her eyes and rolls herself round onto her stomach so that she is lying by his side, looking straight into his eyes. She kisses his lips, lingering on them, tasting the sweetness of their touch. "Your hands may not be soft, " she whispers, "But you are, you hopeless romantic. I love you." She giggles again and returns to kissing him, feeling his hands caressing her back and pulling her closer towards him. The kiss is passionate and warm, relighting emotions and feelings that they toyed with last night.

She withdraws from the touch, resisting her natural urdges and rests her head on his chest, her arm draped across his torso, capturing him in her embrace. "A massage would be perfect," she almost purrs the words, so content and relaxed in his presence. She rolls back onto her stomach and looks into his eyes once more, running her index finger in a circle round his belly button. "You first, or me?" she says seductively.




(( a bit better I think...))