A Pretty Night [Closed]

He leaned back against her door, smiling quietly and watching her relax on the old couch. "I'd really hate to mess anything up then, but if you insist." Preston stood up for a second, swinging open the door to the room and reaching in with one arm, sending a few sparks flying across inside. The only light in the room turned on dimly, just enough to make everything inside barely seen. She was right, it was a sort of plain room, but it was certainly fine with him. "You might wanna come in before you're left in the dark out there." He warned, a mischievous smile growing.

Sophia crossed her arms, "I don't think you would mess anything up, and there isn't much to mess up anyway." And if he did mess something up beyond repair then he would have to face her anger. She didn't really want to move from leaning on the couch, cause of her feet hurting, but she would do so anyway. Being left in the dark didn't sound like that great of an idea. "I'm coming." She said walking the short distance from the couch to the inside of her room.

He couldn't help but laugh a little under his breath, glancing around at the desk and all the corners of the room. It had been harder to see earlier, but now that the light was on, he could properly snoop in on her things. It honestly hadn't been what he was expecting, a few art supplies catching his eye the most; paints, pencils, and notebooks... He hadn't taken her for the creative type. It was sort of sweet, he thought.

There wasn't much more time to think on it as she walked into the room. He noticed the way she shifted around uncomfortably on her heels. Lucky for her that she wouldn't have to be on her feet for much longer. "No rush," Preston called, swinging the door closed behind her once she'd stepped inside.

He had no trouble at all getting far more up close and personal then. His hand went straight for her waist, running gently against the curve of her body, the other running up her arm, over the soft silk of her glove and to her shoulder. Small sparks followed his touch, but they were merely for show, harmless to her, though they might've tickled a bit. "Might mess up that nicely made bed of yours." He joked with a stupid, crooked grin.

Oh? This was going to go somewhere she liked once he had closed the door. She couldn't help but shiver slightly under his soft gentle touch. It felt nice. It really did. "That's fine with me. It can always be made again." She responded to his joke with out caring that it was a joke in the first place. A small smile was on her face, this was a good halloween night.

A hint of a genuine smiled cracked at his lips at her answer. They were going to be good friends for certain, he thought to himself, his hand leaving her waist and going to her other shoulder. "Glad to hear," Preston muttered, brushing the rest of his sweater off of her and letting it fall quickly to the ground. His light grasp moved from her shoulder to the nape of her neck, his other hand snaking back downward towards the small curve of her back, and he leaned in.

Every movement of his was slow and controlled as he savored every second of it all. He paused only when their lips were a mere inch away from each other, enough to the point he could feel her breath brushing lightly on his cheek. "I've been wanting this bad," The Autumn whispered before finally closing the distance between them with a kiss.

Sophia watched with slight anticipation as Preston only moved closer and closer, but it was slow, and kind of painful to wait on. It only made the girl want it more. She needed the feeling of his lips on hers. It was so close then he had to pause for a second, she let out a small whimper in response to being made to wait a few seconds longer. But when his lips were pressed to hers it was a great feeling. Something Sophia went after for so long but each time they were never able to. Sophia eagerly return the kiss, she wanted this so badly as well.

Her lips were as sweet as he'd always imagined they'd be and it was all too easy for him to go back for more. Preston tilted his head to the side, only breaking the kiss away when one of them needed to take a quick breath and sliding his hand up her back. His fingers traced up the soft thin fabric, running along the zipper until he'd finally found his way to the top, thumbing at the small tab at the top. He pulled her closer into his arms, dragging the tab back down, undoing her costume and revealing more of Sophia's bare skin bit by bit.

He couldn't help himself, letting his hand travel lower still, rubbing at her backside through the thin robes. Hopefully, she didn't mind him doing most of the work and letting him have his fun.

She didn't mind him doing most of the work one bit. Letting the guy be in charge everything, and her just sitting there enjoying herself, yeah that's how she preferred things. She could be in charge if she needed to be, but this is how she preferred it to be. She didn't mind that more of her skin was being exposed. It was such a nice feeling being treated so delicately. The tracing, and the soft gentle touches, all stuff she loved. She just stood there returning the kisses, and letting him do what he wanted.

The young man let them stay like that for a few moments longer, embracing every kiss of hers, the way she felt in his arms, how perfect every curve of hers seemed to be. He liked to think that there were just some people in the world your body could have perfect chemistry with, and Sophia seemed to be one of these people. Once he'd felt the moment had gone on long enough, he moved his fingers to the top of her dress, sliding the sleeves gently off of her shoulders and letting her outfit crumble to the floor.

Preston ran his hands back over her arms, down to her waist, and caressed her hips. He finally pulled his lips away from hers only to move them to her jaw, planting light kisses and working his way back to her neck, and up to her ear. "That bed's looking really comfy right now, isn't it?" He whispered.

Sophia let her dress fall to the floor, shifting slightly to step out of it, and kick it out of the way. She didn't care that she was only in her white set of underwear now. She let out a few small noises as he kissed her jaw, and her neck, then to her ear. She honestly felt like she could melt under his touch. "Y-yeah.." She stuttered back, feeling slightly weak from what he had been doing. Also there was the fact that her feet were killing her.

Preston smiled a quiet, devilish grin, backing away a little and helping her kick the costume clear out of their way, because there was no way in Hell he'd let something stupid like tripping over cheesy Halloween clothing ruin the perfect mood he had going on here. He had to admit though, her sudden shyness was nothing short of cute.

"Great," he muttered, pushing his lips against hers again, quickly, lightly, nothing short of a gentle peck before he moved suddenly. The Autumn grinned, bending over a little, just enough to where he could put one arm under her and lift her straight into the air. By then, the lights were starting in her room were starting to dim in and out without him concentrating to keep them on, but that was fine. He could work in the darkness.

He carried her over to the edge of the bed, letting her fall back gently against the mattress. (He wouldn't want her to hurt her poor, tired feet anymore, after all.) Still standing, and with a gleam in his sea-green eyes, he pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it behind him before crawling onto the bed over her. "This is more like it." He attacked her neck with his lips again, his hands going greedily for her breasts, kneading at them through her dainty white bra.

Sophia had expected another full kiss so when it turned out to be a small peck she got a little disappointed. But she knew there was more to come so she wasn't to disappointed. The girl let out a small squeak of surprise when he had picked her up. She never liked being carried because she felt like she had a higher chance of killing someone that way than she did on the ground.

Relief washed over her as she was placed onto her bed. She watched with interest as Preston took of his shirt. Her eyes followed him as he climbed over her. She bite her lip and looked away for moment at let out tiny gasp when she felt his lips on her neck, and his hands on her blobs. Small whispers of pleasure escaped her as he worked.

He had felt her tense up in his arms once she'd been picked up, but he hadn't thought much of it, only thinking that he'd merely surprised her; which was what he'd meant to do in the first place. Not that it mattered much now anyways. Much to both their pleasures, she seemed to have relaxed and was enjoying herself again.

Pres' kisses to her skin were caring, but rough all the same, leaving red marks where he'd lovingly attacked. "You alright?" He asked quietly as he worked, turning his attention downward. He lifted the white fabric off and above her chest. It took everything in his system not to bury his face in there because, admittedly, if he did - he might not have wanted to do anything else. Instead, his lips met at the tip of her breast, leaning his body to the side and letting his hand travel down closer to her legs.

Sophia couldn't really say anything. Her hands tried to grip on the blankets below her. All she could do is nod in response to his question. She was more than alright, that's for sure. She resisted letting out more small noises as he attacked her neck, but it was kind of hard. It was harder to do so when he moved to her chest. She could feel his hand moving down towards her legs, but she didn't do anything about it, she didn't want to do anything about it.

He didn't bother to say anything back then, if she could hardly speak, then it'd meant that he was certainly doing his job right. For a while, he focused on her chest, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of her skin and how the simple way he played at her was enough to make her squirm and claw lightly at her bedding. She really was growing more adorable with passing second.

But that wasn't enough for Preston. He wanted to bring out nothing short than they very best of her. His hand that had skimmed lightly down her belly and brushed against her thighs was now light touching over the soft undies she wore, gently stroking and petting, looking for that sweet spot of hers, doing nothing to hide his grin as he watched her face for a reaction.