Shuck [popcorn post-formal fluff] [closed]

Whilst he felt her hand brushed through his hair, pushing back down against him, Liam had been so caught up in the moment it hadn't caused him to hesitate. There was only him and her and how cool her soft skin had felt under his lips. He'd allowed his other hand to snake up her arm, brushing her hair off her shoulders and freeing the space between them. Dull as the thump of the remote was, clattering on the edge of the coffee table and hitting the floor, it was enough to snap him out of his trance.

The Summer pulled away, leaning back on his knees, propped up on his arms, lingering over her. "Maize?" He tilted his head aside, staring at her in the dim light. Liam returned her uncertain gaze. She hid from him in such a weak manner, but he'd never seen a blush so fierce from her before. She kept surprising him. Did he get carried away? The red-head's eyes slit as he reached a hand out, running his palm over her hand, still hiding half her face away.

What did you say at a time like this? He had no clue.

Maisie's face bubbled and prickled with the heat and uncertainty of the moment, with what was going on. She almost wanted to tell him to stop, repeating it again and again in her head. Stop, ah, stop, no really, stop... Of course, when he actually did stop, there was a moment where she suspected his power was not fire manipulation. She looked up at him, one eye peering through fingers, the other shimmering under the light of the muted television screen, displaying the scenes on small LEDs.

She smirked, but it was a shaky expression, like a child playing a villain in their first school play. "Did I tell you to stop?" The command in her voice was founded on sand. Her hand, which hung over his neck as he moved his head, pulled his face closer again. It was better when he wasn't looking at her. It was better when his eyes were closed.

As they came closer once again, the girl's hand returned to the nape of his neck. She clutched and explored underneath his shirt, her fingers tracing his back, the groove of his spine.

Even as she smirked and squinted and teased away with him, he found himself lingering with that same clueless, puzzled expression. He didn't get her. He didn't get many people as a whole but Maisie especially of all others kept him guessing. His eyes narrowed, falling to a close as she urge him closer again, his breath warm against her cheek. She was nervous. That was obvious enough, but then, so was he. Or so he thought, anyways. Liam had did well to brush all those feelings aside, pressing his lips with more vigor against his skin, holding his breath as her light touch left shivers climbing up his back. This was nothing to do him. The warmth, the feeling, it was easy for any two people just to fumble on top of eachother for a while. If it would still come to that. If he didn't... Damn.

He was thinking too much.

The red-head shook his head, allowing his hand to wander, blind now. His fingers touched over her chest, trailing up the small arch of her neck and falling back down to her shoulder. He pressed his luck, giving into his own greed and brushed his hand underneath the soft fabric, pushing it aside and dragging it down the side of her arm. Liam bite away tender at her neck as he shifted over her, leaning aside and reading back for the nape of her neck.

It was a conversation that appeared in many a dressing room over her life. whenever formal wear was involved, Maisie and her mother would try on dresses the entire afternoon. She was always nervous to expose herself, even in front of her mother. She hadn't grown as much as she would have liked over her teenage years. Her mother always assured her they were "cute."

Maisie felt the fabric of her kimono brush over her arm, gentle enough at first to suggest a misplaced hand, but it came down again, more forcefully, tracing down her shoulder and further, revealing the groove of her collar bone, and further. The girl swallowed. She let her hand fall, her arms reaching out to his lower back, and as he traced her neck with his lips, she shivered. It comforted her, though, fueling her to wriggle more, open her mouth and no longer feel the need to cover her face. The girl helped his hands, bunching up her shoulders so that the kimono fell, further, to two small sunrises, reddish buds that peeked from under the fabric.

He could make out the soft fabric as it fell across his grasp, dropping down between them. Liam held his breath, blinking his eyes open again and leaning back to have another look at her. To him, she seemed so soft and fragile, not unlike a doll. In that moment, things should have been sweet, still, absolutely perfect... the young man had never felt so light headed, a grin, a stupid, stupid smile took him over against whatever judgement there was left. He should have had some restraint left in him but he hand hadn't time to waste as it began to wander greedily over her.

Maybe he'd been yearning for this longer than he'd thought, more than he'd anticipated, stretching his fingers over the soft curves of her chest; petting, squeezing, kneading away to his heart's content. Maisie must have been enjoying this as much as he had been, he thought, pulling back and looking over her flushed face. Nimbly, with his free hand, he managed to brush a few more bangs out of her face, watching her eyes.

He was looking into her eyes. Maisie blinked, and promptly covered his eyes with her hands. He couldn't look at her like that, it was too much. She opened her mouth to speak, bit was overcome with the sensitivity of her breasts as he touched them. She felt the grooves of his fingertips, the etches imprinting themselves across her skin. It was a divisive storm of pleasuring strokes and sore grazing that swirled around each other, but she couldn't help but want more. She wanted him to touch her more. Her hands that covered his eyes went down to his cheeks.

"If one of my roommates sees us, we're fucked," she said, but there was a spark in her eyes, like she was daring the door to click open. Her palms, which left hot stamps on his face, went to his belt, her fingers toying with his belt.

Liam smirked, leaning into her soft caress and shooting a glance towards the television. In the brightly lit glass, he could just make out the shape of her dorm room door not far off, but he hadn't been bothered in the slightest. They'd left the formal far too early to expect any sort of catch up to crash their party, but even still, he couldn't imagine it'd be all that enjoyable afterwords squirming in awkward disharmony on the couch cushions. As she made the reach for his belt, the young man flashed a rare grin, grabbing at her wrist and stopping her there before she'd had the chance to do much else.

He raised an eyebrow. "Your room then?" Liam leaned in once more, brushing his lips just across her collar bone before pulling away and retreating back off the soda; helping yank the girl up onto her feet. It hadn't taken him that long, quicker than you could say his name, before he was standing back in the middle of her floor - without leaving her much room for a word... and having the fight of his life with the button of his collar.

Maisie took his hand, the top of her kimono falling awkwardly around her body, above the obi of the dress. The sleeves were still around her forearms, but dipped well below her shoulders. She was hesitant to undo the cloth entirely, even with her breasts showing. She had to take it in strides. She had just gotten comfortable with where she was then, her face a normal hue of pale once more. She brought the sleeves back up, bringing it back over her shoulders, loosely over her body that Liam had caressed moments before.

Liam had already vanished into her room, and Maisie came in a few minutes afterwards, closing the door slowly behind her. The room caved to the silence of itself; only the muffled beat outside her window gave proof of an outside world.

She pressed her back against the door and crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow at him. She imagined he was more than disappointed to find her more clothed rather than less. "I won't take it off unless you take it off," she said, almost crossly. She stood a few feet away, not moving from the door, watching him.

He'd thank her later. Probably. Women were into that sort of sappy stuff, weren't they? Being led to the bed and everything. Should he have carried her? Liam furrowed his brow, managing to undo his collar as he heard the door click behind them. Despite her sour posture, he couldn't help but think she looked cute standing there. Not cute like the stupid animu show that had popped up on the television, but, hell... He turned a few words over in his mouth, trying to pick out the right one. Nothing seemed quite right.

He paused. "You want me to...?" What? Strip down for her? Did she want him to dance a jig for her while he was at it? Liam chewed back a grin, moving away from the window and pulling apart the small hooks of fabric, one button at a time - slow as he could manage. It was the best show he could offer her, anyways. His warm gaze stayed glued to the ground as the shirt now hang loose, clinging onto his shoulders. He let it spill to the ground with a simple shrug.

"Fair enough?" The Summer strode back up to her, reaching out and wrapping his hands around her waist.

Maisie watched him undress, her arms slowly fading from a cross to hang at her sides, her fingers playing with themselves. She bit her lip, letting him come around her, pressing her back into the door. "You're halfway there," she said, giving him a mischievous glare. She was going to see him fully before he saw her. As he placed his arms around her waist, Maisie played with the buckle of his dress pants once more, this time undoing it and the button that held them up.

"You know, the guys in the animes are a lot buffer than you," she murmured, blinking at his chest as she struggled with his fly, which jammed on the zipper.

He returned her sharp glare, his own gaze lulled in silent amusement. It had taken him no time at all to run his fingers behind the strange belt-type band keeping her robe - kimono - tight together. Liam snorted at her little comment. "Do you compare everything to - ... anime?" He'd almost snapped and called them cartoons, but there was a distinct difference he knew, something he'd tried to beat himself into - at least for her sake. He felt her fingers brush near his zipper, getting caught, to her own disappointment.

Liam was quick to lash his hand down, grabbing at her wrist and holding it over her head, pinned against the back of the door. "How's this fair?" He muttered, his voice low. Still, to appease her, he fixed the caught fabric with his free hand - shaking out of the pant legs and letting it fall to the floor before pressing closer up against her.

The girl have a surprised squeak as her hand was brought up, over her head. She wriggled. "Life isn't fair," the girl said. She showed her pleasure in his cooperation with a sober smile. She shifted when he pressed into her again.

"You're like a clingy puppy," she murmured with a frown and a huff. She still wasn't used to being touched so much. Her skin sparked with anticipation at and around where he rubbed, like broken ice rippling across a pond. It was thawing season. With one hand pinned, she used the other to undo the belt to her kimono, struggling to keep from elbowing the door, which rattled in place. The kimono came loose over her shoulders, a hare's breath from dropping. A thin line of bare skin parted the Red Sea of satin, leading to her underwear.