A Room with a View(c)

[Cavalier]

After AJ handed Cav the room key, he strolled out without so much as a wave, leaving Cav and Footsteps standing in their new room. That they would share. Together. With one bed.

Cav nearly gulped, cursing himself for asking for this in the first place.

"So, uh, it's...nice."

[Footsteps]

"It's lovely," Footsteps said in a tone of awe, flopping onto the bed. "A whole room to ourselves! You know how long it's been since I've slept in a room that didn't have at least twenty other girls in it?"

[Cavalier]

He smiled a little. He couldn't help it. She looked so happy. "Brooklyn don't got a girls' room like Manhattan. I--I didn't want you in there with all the other guys..."

[Footsteps]

"Aww, I would've been all right," she said with a smile. "This is better, though. Look, we've even got a view." She peeked out the window at the docks and sighed contentedly. She could stay here a while, she was sure of it. She could get really attached to this place.

But it was always when she got attached that she felt the need to leave.

[Cavalier]

He walked up behind her, touching a hand to her hair, kissing the back of her head. "I--I can sleep on the floor if ya want me to. You can take the bed."

[Footsteps]

"I wouldn't think of it!" she chided. "We can share! Unless...I mean..." She blushed on cue. "If it's too...too..." She could not find a delicate way to ask if it would be too much of a temptation. She didn't even know what he was expecting.

[Cavalier]

He turned her to face him, cradling her chin in one hand. "I--I ain't gonna try nothin' 'Steps. I'm...it's too soon." Except he was dying and aching and felt about ready to bust. But he wasn't lying. He wouldn't try anything.

[Footsteps]

((Poor, poor Cav. <3))

She blushed brighter than ever and nodded. "I'm sorry. I--" She gave up on that sentence and just managed a smile again. "Thanks. You're a good guy, Cav." She kissed him quickly.

[Cavalier]

((He has the discipline of a Jedi Master))

He kissed her back, then kissed her again, his hands on her arms. "Just--just let me kiss you a while, though. I...if I can just kiss you..."

[Footsteps]

She grinned playfully at him. "Take as long as you need." Her arms slid around him as their lips met, her tongue brushing his as she gently nibbled his lip. Yes, the art of kissing was definitely coming back to her.

[Cavalier]

He closed his eyes as he kissed her, pulling her with him as he back up, sitting them on the edge of the bed. He buried his hands in her hair and murmured something about swearing not to cut it, ever.

[Footsteps]

She laughed and whispered, "I swear," letting him pull her down so they were sprawled on the bed, running her fingers down his arm. She didn't even think about what she was saying--she was too wrapped up in him, in her own simple joy.

((To bed with me! G'night! <3))

[Cavalier]

((Night!))

He leaned over her, not breaking the kiss. His insides twisted -- he was overwhelmed by the feeling of need, need for her. One hand stroked her cheek as he nibbled gently on her bottom lip.

[Footsteps]

She kissed him slowly now, taking her time, trailing her fingers down his arm, and wondered how long it would take for this sense of wonder to wear off. She was already fighting the urge to go further--to kiss his neck, nibble his ear, let her hands wander...nothing but trouble, she thought ruefully, and she was scolding herself, not Cav. Instead of giving in to the urge, she relaxed in his arms and let him take the lead.

[Cavalier]

He leaned over her, letting himself nibble on her bottom lip, his hand moving to her arm, touching her skin. As he kissed her, he murmured her name, almost like a quiet prayer.

He loved her. He wanted to tell her. But he wouldn't. Not yet.