Stargaze [Closed]

'Oh my God, she thought, 'He really did join some weird cult."

Dakota shifted around where she stood, avoiding his looks whilst he did his best to explain, but it was all so much to wrap her head around. He was hesitant. He was breaking some serious rules for her, that much was obvious, but she couldn't help but wonder still why. What kind of group would be a threat to the school? Wasn't this supposed to be some sort of freaky paradise? Why would he want then to join them? What set of stuff did they do?

A sick feeling rose in the pit of her stomach, and she wondered if she really wanted to know. The Spring knew he hadn't had a completely clean slate, and she knew that he had some troubles in his own childhood, perks of her own power. And she knew how strong he was.... But at the same time, he was the old prefect, one of the best students, and she knew personally how gentle he could be. There were all these contrasting pieces to him that she couldn't quite put together, and she wasn't sure what to think.

"The safest option? How could you know that?" Just how deep of a situation was he in? It felt like the more she asked, the less she really knew. It was frustrating, she realized, when all she wanted was for someone to be there for her, and to be able to be there for someone else. She thought she'd finally had that silly dream.

... Maybe she still did? Magic had said it himself. He was risking his own safety just to be there with her. She was still confused and uncertain, but she found herself stepping back up to him anyways, wrapping her arms around his waist and hiding her face in his shirt. Throughout this weird nonsense, there was one question that bit away at her above the others.

She clawed away weakly at his back, her voice low. "Who did you hurt?" She asked.

He knew he had only confused her more. He didn't really know how to answer her question that well without most likely scaring her off. He kept his pale green gaze away from her unsure of what to say to the girl standing in front of him. While Barry and Aspen had accepted what he had done in the past before, Barry now hated him, and Aspen was no where to be found.. Lamia didn't even trust him... But who could blame her after what he had done?

His eyes widened as he felt arms wrap around his waist, and a face bury into his shirt. He looked down at the girl that was now hugging him. He couldn't help but blush a tiny bit despite his reluctance to tell her the truth, but it faded as soon as he felt her fingers digging into his back slightly. Her voice reaching his ears despite her low tone.

Magic let out a small sigh, one of his hands coming out of his pocket, and softly stroking the girl's hair careful not to mess anything up too much.. When he spoke his voice was only loud enough for Kota to hear. "Basically anyone who was ever important to me.." He couldn't help but recall the moments where he had hurt Lamia, Barry, even his own brother.. The airport destruction being included in that though he didn't intend for that to be involved. He let out another sigh. "I even hurt you by leaving..." He said softly.

She let her green eyes flutter clothes, names and faces rushing through her head, vague painful memories appearing and disappearing in a flash - too blurred to get a good glimpse and gone by too fast to make much else out if it.

Barry... Aspen... Lamia... The names meant nothing to her, but it didn't take much of a mind reader to realize how much they had meant to him. On top of brief echoes of screams and explosions, all pains and thorn in thoughts that she had never experienced herself before. It left a chill running down her spine and she stiffened up again as he ran a hand gently across her hair.

She couldn't deny that all these thoughts scared ber, but as much as she could pick up on the bits and pieces of those tortured memories, it was far easier to pick up onto his own shame, regret, and remorse. Joining this freakish cult had to be his weird idea of atonement.

The Spring tightened her arms around him, searching for the right words to say, if there were any possible. She bit away at her lip. She wanted to understand and she wanted to be there for him. As much as it pained her to see him leave, she realized it would hurt a whole lot more to leave herself with him the way that he was. Call it stupid, after all they hadn't known eachother longer than a few months, but he was still amazing to her in her own eyes. She not only wanted to help him, she wanted be with him.

Dakota took in a sharp breath, stepping back and catching him in the eyes, quickly leaning up on her toes and pushing her lips to his. She gripped lightly on the back of his shirt for balance. From the moment she finally pulled away, she was sure that she had his attention. "And you're never going to leave without saying goodbye again," Dakota whispered under her breath. "Understand?"

He didn't like the silence. While it wasn't completely silent for him, he didn't like the silence created between the two of them. Mason couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head at the point in time. What was she thinking of him? Did he scare her now? He felt her arms tighten around him, but no words were spoken just yet.

Slight sadness filled his chest when he heard her sharp intake of breath and he felt her step away, but it was gone as soon as she looked at him, and then her lips met his. He was a bit shocked by her response as result not given enough time to return the kiss, but it did surely catch his attention. He just looked at her as she pulled away from him, and then spoke finally breaking the silence he was hating a moment ago.

The way she spoke really caught the former student's attention for some reason. Even though it was just a whisper something about it made something spark inside his chest. Something inside him longed to be physically closer to the girl who was holding onto him. Though he wasn't sure what was causing that feeling, but he couldn't exactly ignore it either.. He brought his face close to hers, and whispered "I understand.." before pressing his lips to hers in a kiss.

Despite her anger towards him, and all the sadness, tears, and loneliness that came with his disappearance, just hearing him whisper those two small words and feel his warm kiss again was enough to make her want to wear the stupidest, happiest grin she could muster - if she weren't a little preoccupied at the moment anyways. As the two of them separated again, however, it was obvious. She was beaming, her heart was near pounding out of her chest, and she had to stop and wipe away her cheek with the palm of her hand.

"Good," she said simply, reaching back up and running her fingers gently through his hair, pulling him down closer to her. "And..." Dakota bit away at her lip, other hand tracing gently along the edge of his neck, brushing against his shirt and nimbly crawling into the dark fabric. She wanted to talk, but she couldn't find the right words to say, choosing instead to push her lips to his again. By the time she knew what she wanted to say, she was practically breathless. "Stay here with me, at least for a while?"

Magic was glad he got her to feel better, he could hear her heart pounding away in her chest, and the bright look on her face. It was nice to see. He just smiled softly down at her still longing to be close to her, and by now he had an idea of what he wanted. He felt her fingers move through his hair, and then pulled him down closer to her. He could feel her other hand sliding under the collar of his shirt, but he remained focused on her, wanting to know what she was going to say. Only to be kissed again, not that he didn't enjoy it. This time he actually was able to return it, with a small something in it that was hardly noticeable. Only to have it broken and leave them both breathing a bit hard.

As soon as she asked a smile appeared on his face as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere.." He whispered to her. The former student reclaimed her lips, adding a new fire to the kiss as he hungered for something more between them. His hands slipping under her shirt, but stayed on the small of her back, not moving anywhere else just yet.

She let out the smallest laugh under her breath as he whispered back to her, their faces nuzzled closely together. Before she had the chance to speak, much less anything else, he was kissing her again - his hands starting to watched and meet just under her clothing. A familiar chill crept over her and poor Dakota was almost completely lost on what she was doing, a light-headed bliss having quickly overtaken her. Even still, though the intense, hazy moment, she at least remember what she wanted.

Her parents would have been ashamed at her, she thought for the briefest moment. But they weren't here. They didn't know him.

Her lips parted ever-so-slightly gently, letting the kisses deepen between them and stealing away with the slightest taste of his tongue. Her fingers wrapped around in the back of his hair, loosely twisting and tucking the strands together in her grasp, almost a bit possesively. She managed to find the first button just below the collar of his shirt, fumbling around with it in a rather messy manner. It seemed almost a miracle in itself when she finally managed to get it undone.

'Why is this so hard...?' She wondered uneasily, trying to get ahold of herself.

When Kota allowed for the kiss to be deeper, Magic took advantage of it. Trying to let it satisfy his need to be closer to the girl, but it only made it grow more. He appreciated her fingers tangling themselves in his hair even if it was just a small movement it still felt nice to the former student. Then he felt a hand on his shirt moving to undo the buttons, but it seemed she was struggling with it, so he broke the kiss to allow them to breathe for a moment.

But he couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her small issue she was having with his shirt, "I'll just get rid of it for you." He said as his hands left her, and undid all the buttons on his shirt, letting it hang loosely over his form, before he shrugged it off. Mason wrapped his arms around her again, his hands returning to the place they were on before, but this time he lifted her shirt just a bit.

She was near at a total loss of words. What were you supposed to exactly say at a time like this? In all those cheesy novels she'd snuck into her room or read on her phone late into the night, evenings like this... weren't they supposed to be magical? no pun intended. Just him and her and all the soft candlelight or quiet bliss in the air? And the two of them being so close that they just knew what to do without saying anything. Dakota only knew that she had no idea what she was doing.

"Ah... Thanks...?" The young woman took a step back, turning her head and hiding away her deep blush as he peeled the rest of his shirt off with little hesitation, letting it crumple to the floor. She couldn't help but seek a few peeks all the same, her green gaze flickering to him, to the floor, and back again.

He'd been with other girls before, the Spring reminded herself. Her fingers dug nimbly into her arm. She didn't want to make a fool of herself or anything, not when it was her first time, and certainly not with him. As he returned to her, pulling her back in and wrapping her arms back around her, she felt her breath quickly catch. He was so warm. She was all-too aware of where they brushed up against each other now and she told herself to let loose for once. Now was her time.

Kota bit away at her lip, raising her hands and putting them gently onto his chest. She liked to imagine she could feel the beating of his heart then, and maybe it was beating harshly too. In his mind, he seemed so calm. The girl didn't get it. Her touch grew braver, traveling up to his shoulder and grazing across his arms, feeling out every small scar, every sculpted muscle. He was so strong. It was as comforting as it was intimidating.

His own hands fell back to her waist, pulling up and away at her shirt. Surprise over took her and she found herself quickly stumbling back a step. "Wait!" Dakota sputtered out, quickly patting her shirt back down. It wasn't even a moment later she was internally cursing herself again. She put on a weak smile, looking back up towards him. "I... I'll... get it." Fair was fair?

She took in a long, deep breath, reaching up nimbly and gripping at the neat, tight ribbons. One after another, they fell to the floor with a simple tug, her hair falling behind her back and brushing well past her waist. She took in another breath, thumbing lightly away at the bottom of her shirt before slowly pulling it up and over her head, letting the thin fabric crumple to the floor beside her. She quickly covered her arms over her chest, staring back at up at Magic. "Is this okay?" Not entirely sure what she was asking herself.

Magic just watched as her hands moved across his skin, not bothered by her touching his skin, and the scars he had. He liked the feeling of her soft hands, and fingers moving across his skin. He relaxed under her touch as her fingers raced across every scar and every muscle that stood out. It was such a pleasant feeling, and he loved it. He would have had it last longer if he could have.

When he had moved her shirt, he didn't expect her reaction to be what she had done. The former student involuntarily flinched when she had told him to wait, and then proceeded to step away from him. He wasn't anger with her sudden reaction or disappointed, just more so concerned. Did she not want to do this? He didn't want to make her if she was uncomfortable.. Her weak smile didn't help the situation, though her taking of her shirt soon after helped a bit.

He stepped closer to Dakota, looking at her. "You look beautiful." He said to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I know it's your first time, but I need to ask. Are you comfortable with doing this?" He asked. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable. "If you are uncomfortable, and don't want to continue I will stop." She was important to him. He didn't care if his question ruined the moment or whatever. He needed to ask.

She wasn't quite sure what chilled her more, his flattering words or his firm grip on her near bare shoulders. All of the questions she carried herself bounced towards her again, echoed from his own thoughts. Uncomfortable, maybe she was, but it didn't feel like the most appropriate word to use. It wasn't him he that she was uncomfortable with, it was herself. But that was stupid.

She bit away at her finger. "I'm just..." Dakota held back a small sigh, letting her gaze wander around to try and find the perfect words to say, if that were even possible. "I'm nervous." She pulled herself back together best she could, catching his pale eyes. "I want this, but... I don't know what to do. What if I miss up?" Or something else rediculous that she couldn't even imagine.

Magic gave her a soft smile at her concerns. "It's alright to be nervous." He pressed a light peck to her lips for a second before pulling away. "Just relax and I will take care of you." He pressed a kiss to her neck. "And just tell me what feels good okay?" He wanted to show her a good time. He knew what others liked, but people were different so he would have to learn what she liked, and he was willing to find out every little thing that she liked, and what made her squirm.

Mason closed the distance between them again, but instead of going for her lips, his went to her neck placing light gentle kisses to spots never hitting the same spot twice unless it earned a reaction from the girl, even the smallest thing. If he got a reaction then he kissed the spot again adding a bit of aggression to the kiss to earn more of a reaction out of the girl he was trying to please.

She smiled softly against his lips, as fleeting as his kiss was, the feeling of it was as magical as it ever was to her. Relax. Right. If only it were so easy. Dakota took in a deep breath, sighing it out as he lovingly attacked her neck. It was such a strange sensation, but so amazing. The Spring wavered where she stood, curling her toes and brushing her cheek up against him.

"This is a good start," she whispered, a tiny gasp scaping her as he made work of her. Kota felt herself loosening up then, wrapping her arms back around him and brushing her fingers up the curves of his back and holding him close. This wasn't too bad, she thought, kissing him back gently just along the line of his jaw once she'd had a chance...

It'd felt right, but what if that was weird?

A small sound of pleasure left the Mason through his kisses on Dakota's neck as he felt her fingers brushing along the curve of his back. It was also a good way to acknowledge that he heard the girl's statement, though it was hard not to with him being so close to her. He continued on with his work on her neck making sure to cover a decent area.

When the former student decided he was done with the girl's neck for the moment, he picked one last spot on her neck and kissed it rather roughly, making sure it would leave a mark that she would either wear proudly or cover up later. His lips left her skin with a small pop. Magic reclaimed her lips in a slight aggressive manner, pushing his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, while backing her up to press her against a wall.

Dakota bit down on her lip, the feeling of his lips attacking away at her neck. It was a strange feeling, and almost hurt a bit, and left her wondering why then it felt so amazing. Her nails traced patterns along his back, digging in lightly and clenching on in surprise as he kissed her again - forcing her back and pinning her to the wall. She hadn't even been able to gasp for air, a whimpering moan escaping her instead.

This was good, she thought again. This was wonderful. In her small bliss, she'd summoned up the courage to push back against him, staying in her place but forcing his lips back against his. She was heavily aware of the way her bare stomach brushed against his, how her legs were staring to feel like jelly, and ah - her brastrap had begun to slip off her shoulder. A chill ran down her back. No one had ever seen her like this before, never once in her life.

But she wanted this, she told herself. She wanted him. "Magic," The Spring called his name breathlessly the first chance she had.