Desperation && Desire (Pine)

[bix]

Trust
&& Honesty

Liberty lay there. Under the shade. Of the trees. The fact. That they had stopped. Was a disappointment. For sure. But her mind. Was calming itself. With the fact. That surely. He would not. Be unattracted to her now. Not because. Of one scar. That was completely. Out of her control. The one that had. Almost taken her life. She hoped. That in the end. He would not. Think about the scar. For it was just. Part of her now. She could not change it. And it was not something. She could fix. Plastic surgery. Could do nothing. But create another. Scar. Still though. She was upset in a way. Because he had. Reacted. So strongly. Pulling back. From something so heated. And something that. She knew. They were both. Reacting to. She wanted more. And yet. As she thought that. Her body was. Beginning to. Calm down.

"Yes that is what I mean. Exploring."

He reached over. Grabbing her chest. Making her chuckle. As she snuggled. Into his arms. While moments ago. Were heated. And sexy. This was. Nice too. Laying here. With his arms. Around her small. And yet newly. Curved body. She loved this moment. Laying here. In his arms. Under the canopy. Of trees. The sunlight. Could not harm her here. Though it was. A cloudy day. Still. One never knew. When the sun. Could come out. There were times. She had to run for cover. Merely because. It had peeked out. From behind storm clouds. That she had deemed. Safe to go out. Uncovered. He mentioned her bra. Sending a great blush. Over her cheeks. She had not. Worn it. With the intent. Of him seeing it. It was merely. The one. that she had picked. This morning. Still though. The thought. That he had liked the lace. Meant she might. Have some shopping to do. Before their camping trip.

He began. To tell her. That no matter what. As a child. His parents. Had never once. Raised a hand to him. She knew. That this was not. Normal. It was parents. That were to discipline. Though her own. Took that discipline. Way too far. And let hatred. Run their hands. Making them heavy. Their hits swift. Their pain growing. In intensity. By the day. By the hour. Their hearts colder. And the daughte.r They had birthed together. Growing more distant. More damaged. And more unreachable. By the moment. She sighed softly. But then. He went on. To tell her. That he had been. A bully. And finally. Someone had stood up. To him. And beat him up. It was then. He had decided. He wanted more. In his life. Liberty smiled. Her thumb. Softly stroked. Over his chest. It was nice. To lay here together. Perhaps this could. Become a special place. For the two of them. Since neither. Lived alone.

"So you know how to fight then? That's good, I really don't. I am more of an intelligence opperative if one put a name to it. Many people, despite my dress, overlook me for my strange behavior. I'm not seen, and there fore I'm very good at observing. I supose I could fight, I just never really have, I would probably not be very good at it."

Liberty smiled. Leaning up. She kissed Pine. On the lips. For a moment. It was much softer. Than the passionate kisses. They had shared. Earlier. When it broke. Her head softly. Lay on his chest. She was quite comfortable. Right here. Listening to his heart. Being his girlfriend. And knowing that. They had plans. In the near future.

"So.. do you have any brothers and sisters? What about the other kids in your home?" Liberty. Asked softly. Wanting to know more. About Pine and afterall. Their make out session. Was done. Might as well. Talk a bit.

[Pine]

"Well then I'm glad we're on the same page." Pine replied as he grabbed her chest. She chuckled as he did so. Pine found that slightly odd but not in a bad way. Usually it seemed when he did something like that she would blush. Here there was no blush, just a small chuckle. It was as if she was completely comfortable with what he had just done. Liberty then snuggled on his chest. Pine started to feel funny again. If she let him get away with that, what else could he get away with? Pine was about to start his exploration below the belt when his hand refused to move.

Pine began to wonder why when it hit him. The story of what happened to her and the scar was messing him up. When he mentioned her black lace bra she blushed. He found that interesting, he could touch her but as soon as he mentioned her lingerie she got uncomfortable.

Pine told his little story about his parents and Liberty responded. She asked him that meant he could fight. Pine looked down at her and gave a small nod. You couldn't be a gang banger and not know how to fight. Liberty continued on and talked about herself. She thought herself more the intelligence operative as she payed attention to everything and was often overlooked. Bix made that quite easy, after only 30 seconds of talking with her most people would stop. Pine didn't and found Liberty.

"Fighting is something that requires experience. To get good at it you must engage in the act quite a few times. Kinda like riding a bike so to speak...Except getting beaten up hurts more than falling off a bike." Liberty kissed him then and did something very bad.

Asking someone about their family when they had none was a bad idea. It was even worse to ask about siblings someone was not allowed to see. Pine's younger siblings were not allowed to see him, his parents forbid it. They did not want such a dangerous creature near their pure children. Especially one that had such an influence over the younger children. For all Pine's faults he never once brought his gang activities home. He did not want anyone else involved in anything he was doing. The protection of his siblings was top on his priority list. Sine Pine had gotten out he had tried to find his siblings but they had moved and changed schools.

Now Pine had a problem. Dodging the question was his top priority but he wasn`t sure how? After a few seconds Pine knew how he could do it. His hand began to slide down her back and around her waist.

"There are several people in the house. I get along well with the owner, a kid named James, another one named Michael, and Jen. Jen is kinda like the big sister I never had...Now I have seen your bra...I wonder if your panties match." Pine said with a mischievous look on his face. His hand slid around to the front where the button was and gave a small pull so he could take a look.

[bix]

Diversion
&& Knowledge

He did not. Talk about. His family. Though she figured. It was likely. Because it was painful. She did not. Wish to actually. Cause him pain. That would be. Unfair to him. She had her own things. She did not. Want to talk about. In fact. Telling him. About her stab wound. Was rather large. For her. Still though. She found that. It was easier. To talk to him. Than she might. Have originally thought. But still. There were many secrets. Things that. She was not yet. Ready to tell him. Things that. He might find bad as well. For the stab wound. Was probably. The worst attack. Until this last one. The stab wound. Under her collar bone. Was too close. To death for. Her liking. Bix sought blood. The blood of her father. He was the one. That could she. She would murder. And never once. Feel bad. A day in her life. For his life. Being extinguished. Was nothing. To feel guilty over.

He told her thought. About the others. That lived. In the same home. That he did. She was glad. That he shared. Part of hislife. With her. It was important. To her. To be trusted. When the only people. That seemed to care. At all. About the blue. Headed girl. Were Connor. And suichi. Who had offered. To become her father. Through means of adoption. Which would intern. Make Connor. Her brother. And that. Was what. She was all too happy. To have him as. She hoped. At one point. To be able to. Tell him that. This was what. She wanted from him. A brother. If nothing more. Because she was. Already taken. Taken by Pine. The one that had. Caught her interest. Day one. He told her. Of two boys he. Got along with. And the owner as well. And a sister. Named Jen. That was like. He had never had. Liberty smiled.

"You must come over one day, to my new place. And meet Suichi. He's very wise Pine. Very much so he reminds me of Mister Miagi from that one movie. Wax on... wax of Pine-san."

Liberty giggled. Feeling very. Carefree. With him here. Pine turned. His hand moving. To her jeans. Her lovely blue eyes. Caught his own. And she smiled. As he asked her. If her panties. Matched her bra. Now Liberty. Had to think on that one. She had not. Expected him. To see either. So the thought. Of them matching. Had never. Really crossed her. Mind at all. Thinking back. To her shower. This afternoon. She remembered dressing. And what pair. She had of course. Grabbed from. The drawers. The button. Of her jeans. Popped free. When he tugged upon it. Making Liberty blush. Furiously. But she did not. Stop him either. For it was nothing. For him to. Just see them. She wasn't g oing to. Have to take. The jeans off. For him to decide. If they matched. Or not.

"They match well enough, I should think."

When he did. Get a look. At what he could see. They were blue in color. Silk in fabric. With black ribbons. Of velvet. going through it. At the very center. Somewhat below. Her navel. And at the border. Of the small cloth. Was a tiny. Little black bow.

[Pine]

"They match well enough, I should think."

Pine cocked an eyebrow when Liberty said this. He wasn't sure what she meant by that. Could it be that she never paid any attention to her under garments when she dressed. Pine knew he did. He was always sure of which color boxers or sport briefs (boxer briefs) he was wearing on any given day. Then again, when it came to himself, Pine needed to know everything down to the last detail. It was kind of cute how innocent she was in that respect. There was no way Liberty couldn't have known that he would eventually take a peek or end up having them shown. Though in her defense she probably didn't expect this to happen so soon. It was no matter though, it wasn't like Pine was going to take her jeans all the way off.

So as the button popped and opened Pine gave a small tug so the pants came down a little. If he was going to get to see them and Liberty wasn't putting up any sort of objection might as well see the entire picture. The pants were pulled down to just above her knees. The panties were blue with black ribbon and even had a little bow on the band right below her navel.

Liberty had a nice figure even without the aid of the tight jeans. He could see her thighs had some definition. It seemed she might work out her legs a little. Pine used the back of his left hand feel her thigh and her bum. Which of course he gave a little squeeze. He was yet again turned on. Pine moved himself so he was now sitting up beside Liberty looking down at her. His left hand went back to caressing the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin on his hand.

"I love how soft your skin is...." Pine said and nestled his face against the top of her thigh. Turning his head he began to create a trail of kisses up her thigh to her navel. His right hand venturing on ahead to slowly push her shirt up to the wire of her bra. As soon as his lips had made their way up that far Pine rested his head back down on her stomach and wrapped his arms around her. He let out a small sigh and got comfortable. His eyes closed and his face rubbed lightly against her soft skin.

"I wish I could keep laying like this...It's...It's...Comforting"

[bix]

Passion
&& Soft Touches

He did not. Just take a peak. She had expected. Him only. To look. In the crevase. Between the zipper. That way. He could get. A decent idea. Of what it was. What they might. Look like. But instead. He pushed them down. Enough that they. Hit her knees. Liberty blushed. A great amount. As she lay there. Thinking perhaps. She should. Have stopped him. Afterall. She had not. Exactly. Thought. He would go. That far. Well then. There was nothing. She could do. To change it. And it wasn't. As though. He wouldn't see it. When they went. Camping anyway. It was not. Really a secret. Though she doubted. She would be able. To go all the way. Today. She was just. Going to end up. Too shy. To go that far. It was. Day one afterall.

The back. Of his hand. Brushed down. Her inner thigh. Causing her body. To shiver. At his touch. On such. Sensitive skin. It was something. She had not. Expected. In the very least. And thus. Her body shuddered. The skin down there. Had never been touched. By a person. Unless it was her. She was not active. This was her first. Boyfriend. And she did not. Expect it. To move so fast. Still though. He looked down at her. She did. Have slightly. Defined legs. Bix walked. Everywhere. She had no other. Mode of transportation. And her work. Was up a large. Hill. So she got. A relatively. Good work out. Just going to. And from work. Still though. His gaze. Made her blush. Deepen even more. She looked. Up into his eyes. As he moved back down. His hand on. Her thigh once more.

But it was not. Only that. He mentioned. How soft. Her skin was. Causing her. To swallow heavily. Giving him. A shy nod. She sighed softly. His body lowered. His face softly. Laying against. Her thigh. Liberty's body. Began. To come alive. As his hand. Carressed. Her inner thigh. Her breathing. Became audible. However. When his lips. Suddenly. Began. To softly. Kiss up. Her small body. He would see. That her chest. Was heaving. Against the fabric. Of her shirt. As he moved up. Her body. Growing more. Alive by the moment. His lips. On her soft skin. Her fingers. Found his hair. Holding it. Gently. Liberty's eye lids fluttered. She had really. Never been touched. So kindly. Most of her life. Had been beatings. Therefor. This was. Completely foreign. To her. And she found. Her body reacting. So well to it.

Over her navel. His hands. Pushed up her shirt. Exposing more. Of her pasty flesh. For his lips. As he moved up her body. In the wake. Of her shirt. moving across. Her skin. Finally. Just before. Her bra. Was exposed again. He stopped. Laying his head. In the space. Where her body. Sucked in. Slightly. Under the ribs. Each breath. Making his head. Rise and fall. AS he told her. She was comfortable. And that here. Laying here. In her arms. And her. In his arms. Was comforting. Liberty. While blushing. Her fingers. Stroked through. His hair softly. AS she looked down at him. One hand. Under her head. Elevating it. Slightly. So that she could. Look at him. A bit better. Without straining.

"It is, comforting, to be with you Pine." Liberty admitted. "To be held. To be touched so .. uhm.. gently."

She was not sure. How else. To put. His touches. She wanted. To tell him. Just what. His touches. Were doing. To her small body. And yet. She was not sure. How to put it. In the right words. Her fingers. Stroked through. His hair. As he held her. Her body. Beginning. To slowly. Calm in his breathing. As she held him. So gently.

"Would you.. would you take off your shirt for me Pine?"

Liberty asked this. In a soft. Uncertain whisper. But she wished. To feel his skin. Against her own. She wanted. To know. Just what it felt like. To feel his body. REally against hers. And not the fabric. Of his soft. Cotton shirt.

[Pine]

Liberty's body began to shiver as his hand stroked the inside of her thigh. She was reacting just as he believed she would. Pine had heard his old gang buddies brag about their sexual exploits when there was still a gang. What he certainly lacked in experience he could easily make up in knowledge when it came to the foreplay at least. He knew moves like the ones he had used and was about to use worked. All that Pine was doing was simply field testing everything to make sure those jackasses had not lied to him. Of course lying to screw over someone else was a common occurrence. There were plenty of times one of the boys gave another sexual advice that would not lead to a happy ending. It was always quite entertaining when the member came back. It was even more entertaining when the fight broke out. Though most of what Pine had learned came from his mentor and his mentor had never lied to him.

Pine began to kiss his line up her body and he could feel what it was doing to her. He could feel her body continue to shake and warm up. As the kisses continued up her body Liberty's breathing became deep and audible. He could feel her as he made his way up her body to his stop point. Just below her bra. Sliding back down Pine rested himself on her stomach and spoke. Her reply was not much different from what he had just told her.

"It is, comforting, to be with you Pine. To be held. To be touched so .. uhm.. gently."

Pine snuggled deeper into her stomach as he began to fall asleep. It had been a long time since Pine felt safe with another person. The feeling was a nice one. All that was going through his mind was how nice it was to feel safe. To have maybe found another person he could rely on. If he could bring himself to fully trust her it might work out even better. Perhaps in a month or so, when Pine had learned everything he could about Liberty would he finally open up.

"Would you.. would you take off your shirt for me Pine?"

He let out a small tired sigh as she said this. Here he was all comfortable and feeling lazy and Liberty wanted his shirt off. Typical woman. Still Pine didn't mind, though she would have to work for it.

"Mmmmm you wish for my shirt to be off...Then it is yours to take." Pine said softly in response.

If she did take off his shirt she would see his pale skin. His waist was 32inches with only the slightest bit of fat on his sides. His stomach was of course a defined six-pack and you could see where the eight-pack was starting to form. His chest was large and decently defined to support his large arms. The muscles on his back and shoulders were fully defined. They showed nothing but perfect definition. She could also see the tattoos on either shoulder which were done in black ink.

[bix]

Peaceful
Serenity

he seemed. So comfortable. She knew. That his words. Had told her that. But there were times. Actions. Spoke louder. And watching. His eyes close. And his body. Relax. She could only smile. Though she still. Wanted his shirt. To come off. To feel his skin. Against her own. Because she knew. That it would help her. Relax as well. Not only that. But she wanted. To explore. As he had done. He had found. Her chest. And her legs. She wished. To find his chest. And to know. What it felt like. What it looked like. Anything really. To kno wmore. About the man. That held her. AS she held him. He was amazing. And she was glad. That she was. Lucky enough. To have met him. And caught his interest.

He mentioned. That if she wanted. His shirt off. Then she herself. Could take it off. He moved up. To look. Into her eyes. As he said this. Liberty used. The muscles. In her stomach. To pull her up. And she grabbed. The bottom. Of his shirt. Pulling it up. He moved with her. And the shirt. Was gone. Her eyes widened. He was beautiful. The rippling muscles. Her hands. Put the shirt down. As her fingertips. Brushed over. His hard skin. Touching his body. And feeling. The countours. Of the muscles. Underneath. The pale skin. Her eyes. Moved from his chest. Up to his eyes. She blushed.

"You're very handsome.. and I .. I like you tattoos. They look very nice on your skin."

It was true. She looked at him. And leaned in. Catching his lips. Softly. In a kiss. Her fingers. Tracing over. His colar bone. She was glad. He had let her. Remove the shirt. Now she felt. As though she too. Could sleep as well. His skin. Woudl be against. Her own. Not to mention. That he was comfortable. AGainst her. Like she was. Against him. It was nice. Being with him. It felt easy. For her. Which was rare. Normally. She had problems. Being open. Being herself. Around someone. But there was something. With Pine. About him. That put her at ease. Perhaps. It had something to do. With the fact. That he was. Seeing her. Liked her. And was so kind. And warm. To her. Not Bix. But Liberty. The girl that no one. Ever seemed to see. While he was up. She moved down. Grabbing the waist. Of her jeans. Pulling them up. So that she too. Could get comfortable. For laying here. And being together. She left them. Unbuttoned. And just over. Her hips. So that. The effect. Was till there. She just. Wanted to. Be more comfortable.

Liberty got his sweater. And his shirt. Carefully folding them. Quickly. She placed them. Under her head. Like a pillow. As she lay back down. Her arms. Reached up. And wrapped. Softly around him. Bringing him. Back down. To her body. Her fingers. In his hair. Relaxing him again. Once more. Against her body. Her right hand. In his hair. Her left. On his bare shoulder. Tracing the patterns. Of his tattoos on his skin. Watching her fingers. So pale. AGainst his skin. Which was pale. As well. But not as much. As hers. He fell asleep there. And she smiled. Watching him sleep. Holding her. And she. Holding him. He was so cute. Sleeping there. In the woods. If anyone saw them. They may think the two. Had been. Sexually active. Before falling. Asleep. But this. Was innocent. More so than that. Just two lovers. Cuddling. Together.

"I .. am... happy...."

Liberty whispered this. As her eyes. Grew heavy. Watching him sleep. Stroking over. His soft skin. It was enough. To begin. Knocking the girl out. Never having. Been as comfortable. As she was now. in his arms. Holding him back. And knowing. Neither had a place. To be at the moment. Slowly. Her eyes. Fully closed. And she too. Drifted off gently. With him. In the woods. Cuddling. On the day. They got together.