New beginnings (Tarot and Damien but open as well)

[Damien Schwartz]

He smiles as she calls him a hopeless romantic, muttering something that would have sounded like "guilty as charged" had it been audible for at least a fraction of a millisecond. As she asks her second question, Damien gets confused, unaware, it would seem, that giving a massage can go two ways.

"Don't worry about me..." he says quietly as he positions himself just right and puts his hands on her shoulders. His fingers start to make circular motions, pressing gently in at the same time. He increases both the intensity and circumference with time, and soon enough it is a full back-massage with exotic moves to make it better. "Is that all right? Am I pressing too hard?" he asks with concern in his voice, pausing for a moment to hear the answer.

He had learned how to massage people, but it still did not mean that everyone enjoyed it. And I never thought I would be able to put this skill to much use... he scolds himself, his memory shooting back to the lessons he was given by a relative. Was it an aunt? An uncle? Maybe a cousin?

A life so close behind, yet so far away, untouchable, unreachable, yet again undesired, like so few other things in life which are forbidden.

[tarot]

"No, it's wonderful" she replies in a sleep filled haze induced by the repetitive circular motions of his fingers. Her eyelids flicker between closed and open so that she has to shake herself a little to keep herself awake.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asks as he rolls off her back when he has finished. "It's fantastic, almost as fantastic as last night...." she rolls onto her side and kisses him deeply. "My turn....." she whispers playfully.

She makes sure that he is comfortable, positioning him so that he is lying on his stomach with his head on his arms. She manouvers herself so that she is sat on his buttocks. It isn't very dignified seeing as neither of them are clothed but it doesn't seem to matter, they're too wrapped up in each other and the moment to notice.

"Tell me if I'm too heavy or if I hurt you baby, ok?" she says with an edge of concern, she doesn't want to ruin things after they've been going so well.

[Damien Schwartz]

"A relative taught me." he answers lovingly, almost in a trance as he slowly comes to an end, rolling off her, kissing back as their lips connect. His eyes close by reflex whenever they kiss, be it minor, or passionate. So many frequent kisses has given him such insight into her memories of places, that they are practically a part of his own now.

He shivers lightly at the gust of air created by the movements, but doesn't say of do anything about it. The moment is too perfect to be spoiled by the cold.

As she asks her question, he smiles slightly, and then waves it slightly. "You could never hurt me, as long as you love me." he says simply, his throat creating a slight purring noise, as if to show he enjoys the touch immensely.

[tarot]

"Of course I love you" she says, rolling off his back onto the floor once more, turning his head gently and kissing him softly on the lips. "I only met you yesterday but I feel like I've known you forever, I love you so much." She kisses him again and stretches, "Time to get up I think, we can't just lie around all day, however much we may want to."

She stands up slowly, towering above Damien as he lies on the floor. She is naked but feels no embaressment, crossing the room as if she is gliding. She stands by her window and opens her curtain a liitle so that it is wrapped around her as she looks out into the ground. It is a perfect day, suuny and still.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks, turning around to face Damien, the curtain cacooning her. "I could show you round the Institute a bit more or we could take up your offer of Germany." she smiles, "Whatever we do, it will be perfect."

She unwraps herself from the curtain and walks over to the side of her bed. On the floor, in the typical manner of students, is a pile of jumbled clothes. She stoops down to grab her underwear and, with her back still facing Damien, fastens her bra and puts on her knickers. She stands up and looks at him. "What are you going to do for clean clothes? You could always borrow some of my underwear, " she says jokily, walking quickly towards were he lies, holding up a delicate pair. She almost stumbles, it his arms and is laughing in his embrace. "I think they'd suit you."