Serendipity [Sebastian Sallow]

His hands are in my hair,
his clothes are in my room.
And his voice is a familiar sound.
Nothing lasts forever,
but this is getting good now.
[T.S.]

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Scarlett was melting against his touch, their surroundings becoming a hazy blur as all she could focus on was the feel of his lips on hers. Her hands were threading into his hair, her fingers running through it as their kisses became needier. He was biting on her lower lip, pulling on it as she quietly whined against his lips from the sensation, her skin setting on fire. It seemed to encourage him more, his hips pressing into hers roughly, his hands trailing down my back slowly, holding her closely to him as they kissed.

He groaned against her mouth, her tongue trailing along his lip as if to eat up the noise, the sound so seductive to her ears. Her hands were running down his chest, working underneath his coat to feel the silk of his dress shirt, his muscles tight against the fabric.

A roar of thunder pulled them apart, the noise startling the pair as they looked upwards, noticing the heavy clouds that had appeared in the previously clear sky. As if on cue, they began a torrential downpour, the heavy rain pouring on them both and drenching them.

She quickly grabbed his hand, starting to run with him towards the nearest door, the two out of breath as they reached indoors. She looked at him, his hair slick against his head, rain drops across his freckled cheeks as he smiled at her. She felt her own hair wet and unkept from his fingers during their kisses, her clothing wet and heavy against her petite frame. It didn't bother her in the slightest however, as she was grinning at the handsome man in front of her.

The two were quite a sight, looking like drenched rats as they continued to run through the corridors, leaving wet footprints in their trail. They were whipping around corners and chasing each other up the stairs, their faces red and both panting heavily during the chase, finally making it back to her room and shutting the door firmly behind them.

He grabbed her, pressing her up against the door to reattach his lips to hers once more, his large hands cupping her wet cheeks and caressing them in his fingers as their tongues worked together. She felt herself getting so lost in the dizzying haze of the man before her, his scent filling her, the way his large frame was holding her against the door driving her wild with lust.

She roughly pushed his coat from his shoulders, letting it drop messily to the floor in a wet puddle as he did the same with her scarf. Her hands were roaming all over his shirt once more, feeling him through the fabric as he held her tightly to the door. His lips left hers, soft and yearning kisses being trailed across her cheek and jawline, downwards to her neck. Her head rolled back against the door as he kissed below her ear, licking her sensitive skin before sucking on it, drawing a longing moan from her lips as he marked her in such a tender spot.

Her hands were gripping the fabric of his shirt so tightly, her eyes closed as she focused on the feel of his lips roaming her neck, kissing, licking and sucking on new spots that they would discover. His hands were trailing lower, lifting one of her thighs to wrap it around his waist, his hips pressing against hers once more with a groan. She whimpered, feeling his arousal pressing against her core, only layers of fabric separating the two.

He looked up at her, his lust and desire evident in his hooded eyes, his hand returning to her cheek to caress it softly as his other hand remained on her thigh. He seemed to shift in that moment, leaning in to press a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth.