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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP took place on Saturday 7th December 2013 in Aithne Asylum.

Enver: The male hadn't slept long, maybe an hour at most. After Keara had fallen asleep, he went to work on his phone, doing some last minute ordering of stock and products for his various businesses. He looked at his watch, then at her and scooted her close to him so that when she woke, he'd be ready to act. And boy, was he ever!

Keara: It had been a long night and a short day. At least it felt that way when she opened her eyes as she had rested deeply as usual, so the daytime had passed with relative ease. At least from her perspective that was, as she’d gone to bed more than a little anxious what with the DVDs shed watched, Sara’s frail mental state and Enver having chosen that day to hang mistletoe around the asylum. As her eyes fluttered over, she found herself in his arms and unlike recent nights when she would have happily stayed there for a few moments before moving and giving away the fact that she had woken, today she immediately tried to pull away from him, practically falling out of the bed (again) as she did so.

Enver: She was up before he knew it and out of the bed, in a few words or less. "What the hell?" Enver grumbled as he moved to her side of the bed to look down at her. "It's just me. In the cell." He moved out of the bed, carefully stepping over her before he knelt down to the side of her. "Here." He moved to put his arms around her to help hoist her up and put her back in the bed. "Have a bad dream or something?" He asked as Enver tried to get Keara off the floor.

Keara: It didn’t take him long after she lost her balance and ended up on the floor to be done next to her, helping her up and she did what she could not to slap him, as for some reason she’d woken more nervous than when she’d gone to sleep. If the subconscious did work out it’s issues while people dreamt, it had done quite the number on her that day while she slept. “I…erm…,” she sighed softly. “I know.” She wouldn’t or rather couldn’t look him in the eye and so her eyes roamed over his bare chest and to his tattoo, which left her with flashbacks from various scenes from the night before, causing he to close her eyes and dig her nails into the palms of hands before she did or said something stupid.

Enver: She wasn't looking at him, which made Enver suspect that she had had a bad dream of sorts and just didn't want to fess up to it. Fair enough, some things were meant to be private, dreams could be one of them. "Hey." Enver said hoping that would get her to raise her head up to look at him, only it hadn't. He grabbed at her hands to stop her from digging in to the other, once his eyes moved from off the top of her head. "What's wrong? If not a dream, then what?"

Keara: She really didn’t want to have this conversation but she couldn’t lie. For the first time since her return from that realm, she found herself wishing she’d set about her old habits and stuck with them, but that wasn’t who she was anymore. His hands on hers made her flinch slightly but she released her fists, relenting to his wishes regardless of her own. “If…” she paused, forcing herself to open her eyes, even if she did keep them focused on her own lap. “If tell you I do. Think you will that stupid I am. Wish I do that lie I could and tell you what suspect I do you wish to hear. That nothing wrong is. But that I cannot do.”

Enver: "I knew it." He nodded his head, noticing how she'd been a little more stand-offish that last night or so and now this. Enver tried to rack his brain on what he might have done or not done, but couldn't think of anything. "Did I miss an important date? Like an anniversary or something? I'm bad with dates." He started pacing at the side of the bed. "I'm sorry. If I did forget. I mean, I'm not even sure when we started dating, really. Not the date, but the month.." He trailed off feeling as if he was digging himself deeper in to some hole, he didn't know how he got in to! "I'm sorry." He said again, trying to find her eyes with his, but coming up short on that.

Keara: “No,” she began, “Know I do not of anniversary. Know self I do not when started dating we did. Possibly if re-read I did my diary the date I could find when in that café we sat, for our relationship to define but then…sure I am not if that date accurate either is.” She was rambling, happy for the distraction from the real reason she was off-kilter and with him pacing she took the opportunity to slip back into bed and pull the duvet over her head. ‘done something I have that perhaps ought not to I did,’ she spoke directly into his mind; carefully so, so as not to create a connection between them and spill all of her secrets before she had figured out how best to voice them, or rather it, as really she only had one thing tell.

Enver: "Like fall out of the bed?" He chuckled, once he heard that he hadn't missed anything important. At this point, Enver had also stopped pacing to look at her, which was hard to do with the cover over her head. "What'd you do? It can't be that bad." Enver claimed the bottom of the bed as he sat down and looked at her form from the side.

Keara: ‘If tell you I do. Promise first you must two things. One. Angry with me you cannot be. And two…laugh at me not. Please?’ She was obviously stressed or worried about something and this conversation was as awkward for her as the first time in this life that she’d admitted to being a virgin. ‘If promise that you do, then tell you I shall…From under here…where see me you cannot.’

Enver: "I can see your outline, you know." Enver grinned and put his hand on the top of her head quick before pulling it away. "I promise, but you're not telling me something from under the covers." He grumbled. "I'm sure it's not that bad and you've made it something bigger than it is. What'd you do? Step on an ant?" Enver chuckled softly.

Keara: She sighed and pouted, then in a dramatic and somewhat childish manner pushed the covers away from her face by using her arms and smacking them to the bed as if she were annoyed. Her open posture didn’t last long however as she quickly brought her arms up and crossed them over her face; her forearms covering her eyes so she could still hide from him. ‘Bought I did some DVDs to watch. Think perhaps that bad plan was. As more questions have I know and…well…sure I am not what to do with information that learnt was.’ She explained without telling him much of anything.

Enver: "Yeah?" Enver grinned. "That's not a bad thing. Means you're finding out what you like and you made your own selections." He shrugged not understanding what the deal was. "You watched them without me? That what this is all about?" He scoffed. "I've probably seen them." Then he cleared his throat. "Oh. Did you find some of my early work? That alien movie was a real let down and my first flick." He defended himself.

Keara: She made some kind of noise that was hard to define as she realised he had no idea what kind of DVD she meant and she was kind of too frightened of his reaction to say it and so she decided to let him take a look for himself. ‘No. About that it is not. Alone needed I these to watch. Think that you in my backpack should look,’ even though she was barely visible under her arms, he could likely see that she was biting her lower lip and there was a flush of colour in her cheeks.

Enver: Why was she making such a big deal about videos? Enver stood and moved to her pack and yanked them out without even really looking at them. "Three of them? I'm not really sure what the big deal is. I've watched a few films in a da-" His eyes then fell to the titles of the films and then at her. "Oh." He ran a hand through his hair, then cleared his throat. "How the hell did you find something like this?"

Keara: ‘Find anything online I can. Many sites such things sell. But…bought them in shop I did. In Redwood.’ She didn’t elaborate any further than that, like the fact that it had taken her like an hour in there to decide which ones to choose or the looks she’d gotten from the people inside, some of which she could only assume were regulars.

Enver: His lips curved upwards as he tried not to laugh. He certainly wasn't mad, why would he be? But it was sort of funny. Her of all people in a place like that? He tossed the movies aside. "I'm not sure why you'd think I'd be mad." He looked at her from the side as he sat down again.

Keara: ‘Difficult is you sometimes to judge. Anger you I wish not too but sometimes…happens regardless,’ she was still too embarrassed to look at him but his reaction was helping her to calm down on the inside and her nerves were beginning to subside.

Enver: "Well, I'm not angry. Just surprised you managed to get your hands on something like this." He rubbed at his jaw. "I don't think any person our age hasn't watched at least one of those." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's really not that big of a deal."

Keara: ‘Your age I am not Enver. Older am…’ she sighed. ‘Much older. Too old for this stuff not to know. And…’ she stopped talking, reached over her head and pulled a pillow over her face, holding it against her as if trying to suffocate herself, all the while mentally chastising herself for her own stupid curiosity.

Enver: He grabbed at the pillow with a sigh. "Yeah, well." he shrugged not wanting to put his two cents in on the matter because even at the risk of fadebabies being produced, the guy hadn't even kissed his wife, properly. "And what?" He looked at her, pillow still in his hand as he tried to yank it away from her.

Keara: ‘And worried me it did. Is that accurate representation? What I on the DVDs saw?’ She held to the pillow for dear life but didn’t hold it so tight that it would rip if either one of them used enough force, then she’d let go. She’d destroyed enough stuff recently to go adding another item to the ever growing list.

Enver: He looked at her. "Uh. Well, I've not really watched any of those. I don't think." He rubbed at his jaw and looked over at the table where he set them at. "Maybe some of it. Those movies are sort of made to fit certain types of people, Keara." He ran a hand through his hair. "What couples do, is kind of up to them. Each couple is different. And it's not like those are real couples."

Keara: ‘But what they done real is. And…know I do not what is or isn’t… normal. What if do something wrong I do?’ He’d allowed her to keep the pillow for now, which she would have been happy about if she hadn’t just said what she did, as this was really the heart of the problem; her inexperience. That and the fact she was a little worried she’d seriously injure him as the poor guy had been slapped for doing a hell of a lot less than she’d witnessed in those DVDs.

Enver: "Ahh." He nodded his head. "So that's what this is all about." He cleared his throat. "You won't do anything wrong." He nodded. "It's sort of an instinctual thing. I guess." He shrugged. "Not something you really think about. You just act on it." The male offered her a small grin. "But like I said, I don't think you'll do anything wrong. And normal isn't really something either of us should define, yeah?" He winked at her, chuckling softly. "We sort of already bend rules or go against the grain."

Keara: She dared to peek out from behind the pillow as he spoke. She knew she was being stupid but still, she couldn’t help but think the way she did; the other night things had been good between them, before everything went all to hell because of a badly timed question on her part. He was right though, they did kind of find their own way of doing things and all of that had kind of worked off of instinct. She placed the pillow over to his side of the bed and sat up, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you,” she spoke for the first time since having climbed back into bed. “Better I feel now.”

Enver: He laughed at the gesture, fully laughed and then shrugged a little. "Nothing to thank me about." He brushed his lips to the side of her head. "But I'm glad. So are we getting out of bed tonight, or are we going to be making the most of the mistletoe?" He winked at her as he slowly stood, indicating he was joking (more or less) about the mistletoe bit.

Keara: She released him as he went to stand and when he jokingly mentioned the mistletoe, she moved over to his side of the bed, picking up the pillow as she did so and replacing it on her side before settling down in his place. “No plans have I that immediate attention require. And…woke badly I did. So start over I think we should.” She rolled onto her side to face him better and patted the now empty side of the bed.

Enver: He looked over at her oddly, trying to figure out what she meant. Sure, she'd woken up in a strange bout of things, but badly seemed to be a little over the top in his mind. Until she patted her side of the bed. "Agreed. Seems we skipped a step in our night. Could be devastating." He chuckled as one of his hands came to the side of her face and stroked the side of her cheek. "Plus, rules are rules." He pointed up to the mistletoe that hung over her with his other hand, his grin growing devious.

Keara: Her eyes followed where he wanted her to look and she smiled slightly. “And told me you did that couples kiss at start of day. Some customs obeyed must be and agreed I did by your customs to abide.” She responded in kind by placing her hand along his jawline as she lent in to place a single, soft kiss on his lips.

Enver: He nodded his head, clearly big in to following this custom he more or less made up. When her lips pressed against his, Enver returned it just as soft. The hand on her cheek moved to the middle of her back and pushed her a little closer to him. Or maybe he pushed himself a little closer to her as he deepened the kiss. "I'm really in not that big of a hurry either. Come to think of it." He chuckled as the hand that pointed to the mistletoe traced the curve of her lips, his eyes on hers. "Though." He looked at her in thought. "How do you feel about snow?"

Keara: She was beginning to like this morning routine of theirs and even sleeping in a bed again was something she was more comfortable with. It was kind of nice waking up in his arms somewhere ‘normal’ instead of waking in the catacombs or sewers; she loved those places but they didn’t have the same level of privacy as their bed did. “Snow?” she wasn’t really sure where this conversation was going. “No real feeling have I regarding snow. Why do you that wish to know?”

Enver: He propped himself up on an elbow. "You don't have any feeling about snow?" He rubbed at his jaw in disbelief. "You don't think it's pretty or hate it or-" he trailed off, not sure how this was possible. How could someone not have any feelings about snow!? "We need to rectify this. Soon." He leaned over to place a kiss on her lips. "How does tonight sound?"

Keara: She accepted his kiss and kept her eyes on his. “No…No feeling have I on snow. No emotion do the elements in me stir,” she tried to explain. “Describe snow I would not try to. Least think I would not. Unless of course lost I became in the sensation of it. Remember I do not being so struck by snow though…And…know you that tonight snow it shall?” She wasn’t one to keep an eye on the weather as she didn’t adapt her wardrobe to suit the weather as perhaps she should do.

Enver: He didn't answer her question. Not at first. Instead he rolled closer to her, then over her to grab his phone and look something up. "Doesn't matter if it's supposed to snow or not." He started out, grinning down at her as he scrolled through some things on his phone. "If it won't snow, we'll just have to make it snow." He said with assurance in his voice. "And I'm not asking you to describe it. It's white and cold. When it melts, it gets wet. I'm asking how it makes you feel. Which, we'll find out soon." He hit send on his phone, went to his email and set some things up. "We need a couple hours, but it'll snow. You'll see." He tossed the phone back on the table and sought her lips out once more. "Now that we've got some time to kill-" He trailed off with a devilish grin, eyes locked on hers.

Keara: She was curious as to what he was doing but not so curious as to pay the screen of his phone any real attention, instead she focused on his features and resisted the urge to run her hands through his hair. Well, she resisted long enough for him to do what he doing and having surrendered the phone to the table once more she finally gave in to her desire, letting her fingertips brush through his hair and back towards the nape of his neck. “Know I do not how one that could do,” she was referring to killing time, as the saying didn’t make much sense to her what with time being non-corporeal.

Enver: He laughed and shook his head. "It's another saying. It's more or less another way or saying, since we've got time on our hands, we should do something with that time." His hand grabbed one of hers from the nape of his neck and kissed the inside of her palm. He resisted the urge to sink the fangs that were slowly elongating in his mouth, due to her hands on him, by looking in to her eyes. "I'm not real sure we've done the mistletoe any real justice." He looked as serious as he could right before he nodded his head.

Keara: “Oh. Then yes. Perhaps time to kill we have,” she bit her lower lip as he kissed the palm of her hand. It was an odd sensation to feel there but not unpleasant, something she was coming to think about any and all physical contact between them. “And how might we your plant appease?” Curious she was to find out what exactly was required of her in accordance to this custom but also a little worried as her understanding was that she had to kiss everyone she encountered under it and well, she couldn’t see herself kissing others the way she kissed him.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Enver: "The only way we can. "He nodded very solemnly. "If we don't start our day off right with a genuine kiss, bad luck sure will follow." He rolled to his side to look at the thing hanging. "It sort of believes in starting the day, or in our case, night off right with a kiss too. To not do so, would upset the natural balance of things." Enver scooted over to Keara until their bodies touched. He didn't make a move to grab her, not yet. He just stared in to her brown eyes, his set locked on hers, refusing to leave them. "To the natural balance of things." His eyes held a shard of deviousness in them at that moment as a hand came up to the side of her arm, trailed up its length and then cupped her face. His thumb stroked the side of her cheek for about a minute before he pressed his lips to hers, both slowly and gently.

Keara: “Balance most important is,” she wasn’t sure if she fully believed him but the more she looked at the plant, the more she swore she recognised it from somewhere or other. It had been a while though and her memories weren’t always as prompt as they should have been at relaying the necessary information. With his hand on her cheek she didn’t move, for even if his touch hadn’t been enough to keep her still, gazing into his eyes alone would have worked. The two forces in conjunction would have stolen her breath, had she breath to steal and so when his lips pressed to hers, she matched its intensity, keeping it soft as she placed her arm over him.

Enver: With his lips still on hers, Enver's other hand slipped under Keara's frame. The hand pressed her back, more so on the side and he tugged at her, trying to get her on top of him as his kiss searched hers. As she was rolled on top of him, he too rolled, on his back. With Keara more or less on his waist and Enver on his back, his hands (or Enver) didn't think twice about letting them roam over her as he did something different. And unexpected. But, he was more or less seeing what she'd do and react. His tongue slipped in to her mouth and searched for her tongue.

Keara: ‘Well that’s new,’ was about the only thought that passed through her mind before she responded to this new style of kissing. She had no idea what she was doing but she responded as best she could, trying to mimic what he did. The sensation she experienced sent waves of emotion through her body and while she wasn’t sure what it was that she was feeling, she recognised it as being how she’d felt the night he bit her, even if she hadn’t yet connected that to the growling and what that meant.

Enver: The new kissing style didn't last long, Enver was more or less introducing her to something new and wasn't about to push his luck just because she was returning it in the same manner as best as she could. There was always time experience that more, if she wanted to. It was exciting. Not just the kiss itself, but everything new she was experiencing with, or because of him. Enver liked it. His tongue was out of her mouth before two quick kisses found her lips, one of his hands now coming to rest under the curve of her butt, the other on the outside of her thigh. "Yup. I'm feeling pretty lucky and balanced tonight." He winked at her as he chuckled, the hand on her thigh, tracing along the outside of it, soaking in the feel of it against his hand.

Keara: She pulled back and sat up on him when the kissing stopped, a smile on her lips if she wanted it there or not. She placed her hands on his chest, the fingertips of her left one stroking the line of the feather of his tattoo and when her fingertips reached the end, she started over. “That…different was,” she commented on the kiss. “Though now confused I shall be if you ask me you to kiss. As know I shall not which sort you mean.” She wasn’t teasing him either, she was serious in what she said.

Enver: His eyes moved down to her fingers and watched her trace the tattoo as she talked. When there was a break in her words, Enver cleared his throat and grinned as his eyes shot back up to her face. "There are lots of ways to kiss different people." His eyes dropped back down to her fingers as he went on. "And I'd say kiss me how you want to. No right or wrong way." He nodded one time, the hand on her thigh moving to the fingers that were on him, tracing away. He didn't mind it any, quite the contrary.

Keara: “Okay,” came the short and soft reply of someone lost in their own thoughts. She liked the work on his body and was curious to see if she could do the same, though not on him of course, his canvas would last infinitely longer than that of any frail creature she could practise on. “Remember that shall.”

Enver: He didn't miss the distance in her voice. "Something on your mind?" The hand on hers moved to her chin, as if attempting to get her to focus on him. Them. "If you didn't like it, it's not a big deal. I'm not hung up on how you kiss me." He searched her face with his eyes, trying to figure out where she went to.

Keara: “Kissing you always me does please,” she said coming out of her trance like state. “Thinking I was how like to learn I would this to do.” She stopped stroking the tattoo and tapped it lightly with her index finger. “Different canvas for me this would be for on to work. Wondering was if perhaps learn this skill I might.”

Enver: "Well, I'm sure you could go to school for it. They've got night classes, I'm sure." Enver nodded his head. "Or see if someone can take you under their wing as an apprentice. Maybe my sister Sin. She gave me that one." He looked down at her finger tapping on it. "Maybe show her some of your work and see what she says?" He slipped his fingers between hers. "You could practice on me once you get a few lessons under your belt. I trust you well enough." He grinned up at her.

Keara: As he linked their fingers, she waited just long enough for him to stop talking before leaning down and kissing him on the lips. “While appreciate your offer I do. Never would I your skin in practice. Sure I am that enough frail creatures in this city there are for such a task. Their canvas immortal is not. A mistake on you beyond one lifetime would live.” She’d obviously thought it through and as she looked down on him she smiled again. “Must we this evening our room leave? As quite content I would be the night alone with you to spend. Busy are we always with other things on nightly basis.”

Enver: He looked around when she said "our room," indicating it was in fact their room. He hadn't really thought of it before. He had, but hadn't phrased it that way in his mind. But it had become their room, in a sense. They were almost always sleeping in it. He had his things in some of her dressers and in her bathroom. He cleared his throat upon the realization that they were living together. Her stuff was in his places, his in hers and they had given each other access to the places the other owned. "Huh?" Enver shook his head as his eyes went back to her face. "Stay in?" He rubbed at his jaw and gave the room another once over. "Yeah. We can stay in. I can make it snow some other night." He grinned up at her, realizing he didn't mind that they were sort of living together. "Come here." He said as he tugged her down to him and pulled his head off the surface of the pillow to snag a kiss from her. "We can do whatever you want. Any time." Enver muttered, the hand under her butt squeezing it.

Keara: “Then staying here tonight we are,” she replied after his kiss, sitting herself back up as she licked her lips. “Lure I can someone to feed on later if you that so desire?” This questioning statement seemed to suggest that they were indeed not going anywhere for any reason, not even to feed and while she could boost the blood, she far preferred to feed from the vein. “No plan have I for our time together though Honest in that I should be.” She made a move a lay back down in the bed, something she would only do if he did not keep her where she was.

Enver: "Maybe." He murmured, not thinking about the human or her offer, even if it was a nice one. "Later." He accepted the offer, but it was pushed to an afterthought in his mind. He felt her shift on him, frowned and made a move to grab her. "I'm sure we can think of something together." Enver chuckled softly, one hand on her arm, the other on her cheek as he stroked it gently, eyes locked on hers. The hand on her arm moved up to her shoulder, then outlined the side of her curves as Enver brought her lips to his.

Keara: It seemed he wanted her where she was and so she remained seated upon him. After he kissed her once more she found herself laughing and at first she didn’t know why but then the thoughts vocalised themselves. “Believe I do, that if left to you our plans are, that spend the evening kissing we would…” She went quiet having said that obviously contemplating what she’d said.

Enver: "Something wrong with that?" He grinned cheekily at her, then shrugged. "We can leave it up to you." His hand that was on the side of her frame moved to the hem of her silk nightie and trailed the trim of it. "I'm up for suggestions."

Keara: “Mind dark has gone,” she said sounding almost confused by that realisation. “No suggestions have I for this night. Suppose I do that we a film could watch…Or perhaps sit for me you could while draw you I do…Or…hmm,” she looked off to the side as she considered what else they could do without leaving their cell.

Enver: He snorted a little at the idea of a film and shook his head. "Unless we're watching one of the one's you got, I've not brought one over for a while." He shrugged at the other suggestion. "Maybe." He agreed, his hand still tracing the trim of her nightie before he decided to hell with it and sought out her flesh underneath it. "So don't use your mind then." He chuckled, probing at her skin with his fingertips.

Keara: “Hands. Hands in new places,” she was startled by this for a moment but her tone didn’t suggest she was angry or anything, just a little surprised. As much as she had jumped slightly at his touch, she didn’t actually move away or physically stop him. A part of her was panicking but no more so than the first few times he kissed her lips; an act that had caused her to freeze. Her reaction in this was a little different as while she didn’t move, she had managed to vocalise a response and she was more than a little aware of what he was doing.

Enver: Enver's hands froze in quite interesting places when Keara spoke, even if she didn't do anything. Didn't slap him away, didn't move away, didn't respond. "Not necessarily. They just aren't on fabric." He pointed out as he looked at her face, hands still where they had ended up at. "If it bothers you, I can move my hands somewhere else." He said quietly, though made no movement to actually remove them.

Keara: “No…That necessary will not be…Learn I must your touch to enjoy. Not that enjoy it I usually do not,” she quickly added, at risk of rambling if she didn’t force herself to shut-up. “Enjoying our relationship I am and stop you I would if issue I took with what you do. Off instinct you said I should work and trying I am that to follow.”

Enver: He didn't really want to stop, but he wasn't that kind of guy either. He didn't say anything , just nodded when she spoke, though he did grin a little more due to her stumbling of words, or trying to find the right thing to say. When he more or less got an approval from Keara, one of his hands began defining out the form beneath her nightie. The other moved to one of her hands, placed it on his chest and then re-joined the other hand. "Do what your instincts tell you to do. You're not going to hurt me." He reassured her. "Or do anything wrong."

Keara: “But…” she was about to protest as she could definitely hurt him if she wanted too, kill him even, but then he’d likely return to her in a week; this realisation eased her mind slightly and she began to lightly rake her fingers down his chest. Instead of starting over in her actions, she leaned down and claimed his lips as he usually claimed hers. She had one hand resting on the pillow next to his head and the other on his cheek as she kissed him tenderly.

Enver: He heard the start of her protest, but it hadn't lasted long, which was good. She wasn't focused on thinking so much then, in his mind. At the feel of her fingers raking over his skin, Enver came to life. The wandering hands became travelled to curves they liked and remained there, trying to awaken a different sort of instinct with Keara. With her hand to his cheek and her lips to his, the male vocalized his desire with a husky growl, a hand coming to rest at her hip as he gently squeezed the skin there.

Keara: His growl made her dizzy with desire and so she pushed herself further, kissing him in this new way he’d taught her, her fingertips caressing his face. Keara let her instincts carry her as far as they could before things moved a little too quickly for her liking and she was forced to react. Before he could stop her, she was out of the bed and brushing herself down as if she’d just come out of the catacombs and were covered in dirt. “Sorry. Stop must.” Her whole body shivered.

Enver: Everything was going well. Maybe too well and all good things must come to an end more or less. Enver wasn't sure where this would end, but he'd enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Before he knew it and before he could get much further, Keara was off the bed and acting crazy. Like she didn't like it after all, the way she was carrying on. Finally she spoke and he found himself on his elbows, propped up and looking at her. "Alright." He was back flat on the bed after that, grabbed a pillow and put it over his face. "Sounds good." He muttered in to the pillow, which probably came out garbled and sounding nothing like he had said.

Keara: His mumbled words made her turn and look to him. She hadn’t heard what he’d said and was more than a little confused as to why he was holding the pillow thusly. She knew why she’d done it early but couldn’t understand what he had to be embarrassed about. When she’d managed to get control of herself once more, she knelt next to the bed and gently poked him in the side. ‘Why require you the pillow?’ she asked with her mind.

Enver: He pulled the pillow from his face not because of the poke but because of her voice in his head. "Not really requiring it. More like needing it. Something different to focus on." Enver looked at her sidelong and shrugged. "A distraction from the other things I'm thinking."

Keara: “And what are the other things of which you speak? Distract you perhaps I can.” It was an innocent enough gesture, as while she probably should have known he needed a distraction from her and/or what they’d been doing, that thought hadn’t crossed her mind before the words were out of her mouth.

Enver: He stared at her, not sure if she was serious or not. He sighed and sat up to look at her better. "From you. I need a distraction from you." He cleared his throat, still looking at her.

Keara: “Oh…” she said looking down at the bed sheet which suddenly seemed to be the most fascinating thing in the world as she began to pluck at it, still kneeling as she was on the floor. “Go next door I can if that help you would?” Her reply was barely audible as she was feeling a little rejected, even though technically she’d been the one to reject him first through acting the way she did.

Enver: "Next door?" He frowned and sat up more, then watched her for a few seconds. "What's on your mind? You're not picking at that for no reason." Enver put a hand over the one that was picking at the blanket, a frown still on his face.

Keara: “To the lounge area,” she gestured behind her. “And…” she stopped picking at the sheet but didn’t look up at him, “I you have disappointed.”

Enver: He ran his other hand through his hair, bewildered. "Disappointed me? What are you on about? I'm not disappointed." He scooted closer to her, as the hand from on top of hers moved to her chin so she'd look up at him.

Keara: She looked up at him as he clearly wanted her to face him and then quite honestly and if not a little pathetically replied; “Distraction from me you said you needed. So…Thought I did that I you have disappointed…by away from you to pull when…”

Enver: "Oh." Enver shook his head then laughed. "I mean, maybe a little. But that's not it." Enver let go of her chin as she was looking at him and ran the hand through his hair. "I need the distraction from you, yeah, but not because I'm disappointed." He scooted back against the bed frame and sat against it. "Because if I don't do something else, I don't know how much behaving I'll do around you."

Keara: She bit her lip as she realised he wasn’t so much disappointed with her as he was trying to respect her, at which point she had to stop herself from pouncing on him and cuddling him because she loved him all the more for it. “Then perhaps something else we could do together. Films there are on the internet, shown me that you have before. Next door a pool table I have too. Teach you I can if play you cannot?” she suggested.

Enver: Enver raised a brow. "I know how to play pool. Not well, mind you." He chuckled, pushed off the bed and stood. "But yeah. I'd love to see what tricks you've got up your sleeve." Enver nodded his head, grinning from ear to ear as he offered his hand to her.

Keara: Keara took his hand, got up from the floor and practically dragged him next door before releasing him from her grasp to start racking up the balls.

Narrator: They continued in much the same manner as this for the remainder of the night; alternating between maddening bouts of physical contact (which never went further than they already had) and idle pastimes such as playing pool, watching television etc. Despite the frustration that Enver inevitably felt at the situation, the pair were quite content with the evenings activities and did in fact keep each other occupied until the sun rose.