Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140628023625

There was an awkward pause as Camo watched Sanguis' eyes darting around the cave, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going through her head. First she was looking at her leg wound, which was now almost closed entirely, then across the cavern to her equipment, and finally settling on...him? Even though the archer could tell that she was aroused to some degree, he couldn't have predicted that her aggravation would drive her to action, but even then, it's doubtful that he could have possibly stopped what happened next.

"Uh...Sanguis, are yo-" Camo's query was suddenly quashed as his partner took hold of his collar and effortlessly threw him to the ground. He thought she might have been going berserk at first, up until the point where she pinned him down with her entire body and locked her lips to his own. Alarm overtook him as a myriad of unfamiliar thoughts raced through his mind...

... What devious forces had conspired to bring them together under these circumstances?

Was Sanguis acting out of aggression or passion...or both?

Holy hell, her chest was soft. Soft and warm...All of her felt that way, actually, and it was awfully stimulating to have her body flush with his own, gravity trapping them together like this.

What was she trying to accomplish, and more importantly, how much further would she take Camo?

This wasn't his cup of tea; he wasn't one of "those" guys, who could just engage a woman out of impulse.

Come to think of it, he'd never even kissed a girl before, let alone shared any sort of intimacy with one of them. This wasn't the kind of first impression he wanted to have of the experience.

Knowing that she gets off on pain, would she try to inflict some on him as well? Would she injure or even kill him in an erotic fit? Would his suffering give her any pause at all? ...

...Finally, after what seemed like hours, the initial shock from Sanguis' actions wore thin, and Camo began to struggle against her. He would try to turn his head away to break her kiss and try to shove her off with both hands (assuming, of course, that she wasn't already holding them down with her own). Unfortunately, he probably wouldn't succeed in doing much at all except maybe finding a bit of breathing room, which he'd use to clear his throat and chastise her for her boldness. He'd catch himself before yelling by mistake, though, and lower his voice to a very personal mutter as he cussed, "(Damn, what's the matter with you, Sanguis?! Get the hell off of me, now!!)"