Formal Cheese [closed]

Every touch of his, light and gentle as it may have been, was enough to send a frenzy of shivers down her spine. It left her breathless, even when she had her chances to gasp for air between them. She'd missed this so much, Lynn thought. She missed him. The blonde had never imagined that this was how her evening would have ended up, entangled with her lost, recovering boyfriend on the couch, holding those three precious words close to her heart, but there they were. It was overwhelming. If they stopped for a moment longer, she might find herself crying in his arms, if for no other reason for empathy for him, or her sheer joy perhaps. "Worried?" She laughed lightly inbetween their kisses. "Maybe we're a little more even now."

Brailynn let her hands wander selfishly, running down his neck, over his chest, his shoulders, down his arms - where she could anyways. It was slightly more difficult when he was holding her so close, not that she had any complaints. She hesitated for only a split-second as her she felt out the rough patch of his cast again. It'd be a little difficult for them to be so close that way. Well, nothing she couldn't handle. With little thought and a wicked smile, she hitched herself up, putting her hand to his shoulder and swinging her body over his. She needed only to fix her dress a little, now sitting comfortable on his lap, her eyes facing his.

For some time, she only lingered, taking his face in with a warm, beaming smile. "You need a haircut..." She teased him, running her fingers through his bangs.

For a few minutes, they were simply enjoying each other, taking in everything about each other from the warmth of their bodies to the tiny changes in their skin when suddenly Lynn threw herself over so that she was sitting in his lap, her hands tangling themselves in his hair. At first, he was caught off guard, watching her with surprise as she moved to get to a better position before it melted into a laugh when she got comfortable again. "I guess maybe you're right. We are even." However, his voice cut off quickly as she mentioned how he needed a hair cut. Almost instantly, he gave her a dramatic eye roll matched with a small one-sided smile. "What, you don't think shaggy looks good on me?" He teased right back, his hands finding their way to her hips. He wanted to agree with her on the hair cut thing but decided to hold his tongue. He did need a hair cut but he also wanted to hear what she had to say.

Lynn couldn't hold back her giggle, turning her head away to hide whatever dorky grin took her over then. Maybe she was repeating herself, making the same old jokes as always, but maybe that was alright. Being around him was the most familiar feeling in the world. She didn't have to worry about what she said or what she did, all she had to do was relax and be herself. It was so relieving. She felt like she could finally breathe again. The blonde lightly bit away at her lip as his hands fell down to her lips, letting her own fingers comb through his hair again, a few more times and tilting her head curiously. "No, no. It does."

She brushed her lips forward against his cheem, smiling against his skin. That sly smirk returned quick as a flash. "I think I look pretty good on you too," She joked. Maybe not the best joke for a time like this, but it just sorta slipped out. Despite herself, her cheeks blushed a tint of res amd she hid her face away in his shoulder.

Her little comment took him slightly off guard but it certainly put a smile on Richard's lips as she buried her face into his shoulder. He could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks and could only imagine just how red they were as he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close as he tried to calm himself down from his tiny giggle fit. She was so adorable that he couldn't help himself. What he enjoyed more, however, was the fact that they could have little moments like these where both of them could act like complete idiots without breaking the mood. 

Taking a deep breath, he finally composed himself, moving so that he pushed her out of his shoulder and a little bit away from him so that Richard could see her beautiful face again. The red tint to her cheeks made her look even more flawless than she already appeared and with his good hand, he brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face, setting it behind her ear as his fingers brushed gently on her cheeks before making their way to her chin. "You know, I think I agree with you on that one. I think you look good on me too," he told her softly, his goofy grin morphing into a playful smirk before pulling her in for another kiss, his movements fierce but gentle.

It was like a frenzy of sparks numbed her skin wherever his soft touch grazed against her. She couldn't imagine her face had grown any lighter since her stupid joke had escaped her and his words, sweet and dorky as they were, didn't do much to appease her either. "Why, thank you." Brailynn cooed back, trying her best to ignore the burning in her cheeks. His kiss was warm and perfect as ever and she couldn't help but grin with her lips against his, trying her damnedest not to break into a small laugh then.

She loved him, she reminded herself. She loved him. She'd missed him so much and she'd wanted to be with him again, after so long. Lynn gasped as he pulled her in closer, arms wrapped around her waist and she started to become hasty, clumsy even. Her hands fell from his shoulders, reaching up and brushing through his hair and dropping again to his collar. Her finger curled around the knot of his tie and tugged away at it, loosening it impatiently away from his neck and pulling away - shooting him a small, sly smile before brushing her lips back up against his own cheek.

Even though they were nearly inseparable at this point, Richard still found that it wasn't good enough. It felt as though the longer that they were together, the more that it hurt that he had been gone and missed so much. He knew that it wasn't his fault entirely, but the guilt still sat like a rock in the pit of his stomach all the while the rest of his mind and body felt like it was floating on the clouds. It was a strange feeling that he didn't care for and one that he tried to ignore as best as he could.

However, all of his emotions openly played into his movements. He wanted to make up for time lost as well as try to move past it all at once, making him feverish and quickening his  breath as Lynn broke their kiss to loosen his tie. As she did so, he couldn't help but smile. He had almost forgotten that he was still nicely dressed but was glad for the relief when the tie came off and ended up somewhere that Richard didn't care about. Instead, he focused on her, pulling her back to him once more as he left a trail of kisses down her neck and on her collar. All the while, his good hand gently migrated from her waist, past her hips and down to her leg, his fingers dancing with the hem of her skirt for only a moment before it slid underneath, somewhat unintentionally bringing it up her legs with him. As his hand delicately climbed higher back up her thigh, caressing her skin, there was a sense of urgency in his movements. He wasted no time as he reached back behind her and, with a firm hold, pulled her hips closer to his in some vain attempt to get her ever closer. Plus, it was a little bit easier with the dress out of the way. It certainly felt a little bit better.

Her hazel eyes narrowed down at the button. A nervous sweat had made it was more difficult than it should've been to unmatched the stubborn fabric and, as determined as she was, it was taking her linger than she'd hoped to get anywhere. And, of course, he wasn't helping her any - with his hands running up and down her legs and grazing over her thighs, sending chills straight up her spine and leaving her with a bit of hot air in her head. It was with one small huff that she finally managed to un-do the darned thing. The rest seemed to have cascaded far more easily, loosening up under her touch and leaving a small trail from his collar to his waist; her fingers brushing up against bare skin. It was impossible to keep her focus.

Brailynn chewed away at her lip as his kisses trailed down her neck. Her fingers ran by instinct, brushing through the back of his hair as he reached down to her collar and squeezed away at her hips, drawing her ever closer, if such a thing were even possible at that point. The dirty blonde was quick to move woth him, swaying her hips across his lap in a soft, rocking motion, sinking closer to him with every small movement.

God, she was beautiful. That was truly all he could think about in that moment. As their bodies fell into a slow rhythm, Richard couldn't help but let out an exhilarated sigh, his breath dancing on Lynn's skin. His grip on her hips tightened for only a moment as his mind spun and his heart raced, all of his focus on just her. Nothing else mattered. In fact, he had been so lost in the feeling that he hadn't realized that his shirt was undone until it started getting in the way, falling down his arms and restricting his movement. It only took a few seconds of that for the guardian to get frustrated, so he sat back for just a moment, pausing briefly to attempt to throw his shirt off of him. It slid off easily on his good side, but of course, the long sleeve got stuck on his cast as it folded over itself and became a crumpled mess hanging off of his wrist.

"Ah, come on..." he grumbled, trying to fling it off but to no avail. Instead, he couldn't help but laugh at his own stupidity as he finally reached over and yanked it off, tossing it aside. His cheeks flushed as he finally turned back to Lynn, flashing her a big, toothy grin. In the midst of his struggle, he tried to pick up where he left off, his hands venturing back up to her hips, caressing her skin along the way. "So, uh... where were we again?" He asked her mischievously with a hint of playfulness in the tone of his voice.  As he talked, however, his good hand slowly made its way up to her waist underneath her dress as he tried to figure out the easiest way to, well... get it off of her. He didn't have the best track record of doing anything smoothly; hopefully that could change tonight.

With a new amused smile curled on her face, Brailynn did her best to lean back away from him, to give him as much room to work as he oh-so elegantly tried to rid himself of his stubborn formal wear. It was hard not to laugh then, his troubles endearing to her than anything else. She was tempted to reach her hand over and help him, but what would be the fun in that? He seemed have managed just fine in the end. She could've drowned in his warm, dorky grin. "Good question, I think we were just about here..." The blonde mused in a sing-song tone, leaving a tender kiss on the edge of his lips and leaned in closer, carefully reaching behind her.

It would have taken him too long to find the secret to her gown by himself. The zipper was tucked and hidden away behind her neck in a hidden sleeve of fabric. Lynn had taken no longer than a few seconds to pinch the small piece of metal between her fingers, dragging it down slow and careful to the small of her back. She had to suppress the shiver that brushed over her skin. "This is better, eh?" She shot him a playful wink, shrugging the red fabric off her shoulders, just a bit.

No matter how hard he tried, Richard just couldn't get rid of his stupid smile. It didn't help that Lynn was grinning in return, only perpetuating his dorky composure, but as long as she was happy, he was happy. However, no matter how long it felt, the moment didn't last long as the mood quickly shifted again when Brailynn kissed again but this time it only seemed like a tease. It short, gentle, and for a second, Richard found himself following her as she leaned back again to reach for the zipper on her dress. He managed to catch himself, however, but in a small daze, he glanced up with confusion across his face until he finally realized what she was doing. It was almost funny how quickly his expression changed into curiosity mixed with a sort of anticipation. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and tried to hide how anxious he was, but it didn't quite work. Instead, as the straps on her shoulders fell, he found himself inhaling sharply as the longing finally took over.

Within seconds, Richard wrapped his arms around her waist once more, pulling her back toward him just as she had been before. However, as their lips met, he seemed more passionate, his hands hungrily exploring her skin before they found the bottom of her dress again. Since everything was pretty much done for him, all he had to do was pull it up and over, breaking their kiss just long enough to get it over her head and off of her arms. Once that was done, it didn't take long for the gorgeous red dress to end up on the floor before Richard was pulling her back toward him with his good hand, the feeling of her newly exposed skin all the more invigorating.

"How about we take this somewhere with a little more wiggle room?" He asked breathlessly with a hint of a grin on his face as he rested his forehead against hers as his fingers moved up to brush the stray hairs out of her face. "I mean, my couch is comfortable and all, but I just don't think it can handle the job." Alright, he needed to shut up now. Everything was smooth until just then.

She would have bet then and there, if you referenced up "smooth" in the dictionary, there would have been a big, bold picture of her very own Mr. Sanford. The dirty blonde smiled, spreading a small shiver at his gentle caress, letting her eyes flutter closed as he pushed his forehead to hers and dragged her hair out of her eyes. Ah, a bed. Maybe would have been the better idea for them. "Not up for the challenge?" She teased. And with an eager, resigned chuckle, the girl left one more kiss across his cheek before pulling away; standing up away from him and pulling her feet firmly on the ground.

It was so cold away from him, she thought, to be out of his embrace and left... well, without her dress for sure. That was long gone. Even still, she remained her most composed, offering him a hand out to his good arm and guiding him back onto his feet. Her other hand brushed up over his shoulder to meet him - and she had to stand on her tiooy-tors just to catch a good glimpse of his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked once more, her voice low, open for understanding. Richard had been gone for so long, whatever they did, even if it was just cuddling and watching old reruns, she'd be happy.

"Hey now," he responded to her asking if he wasn't up for the challenge. He wasn't quite thinking about that. he wanted both of them to be comfortable, that was all. But soon she was getting up, helping him to his feet with his good hand. At first, he felt perfectly fine as he pushed himself up and onto his feet to meet Brailynn on his way up. It didn't take long for her to come back to him, a smile etching onto his face as he looked down to see her standing on her toes to be closer to him.

"Yeah, I'm..." Of course, as soon as he went to confirm that he was okay, he began to feel freakishly lightheaded as the room began to spin. He staggered for a second, his eyes fluttering before the pain started to set in like knives being shoved into his brain. Bringing his hand up to his head as if to cradle it for a second, it all began to pass as he stabilized himself. "I'm good now," he finally told her with a weak smile. "Sorry, I must have stood up too fast. At least the medicine seems to be working otherwise, though!" Great, had he ruined everything just by trying to relocate? He hadn't felt anything until just now. Maybe he had distracted himself too much to think about it, but there was no ignoring it now. On the bright side, however, it was only a dull nagging feeling rather than taking priority in his head. Maybe he could push through it.

Trying to prove himself right, his weak smile quickly morphed into a mischievous grin as he reached down and picked Brailynn up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. As soon as she was up, he beamed, happy with himself at how well he was able to do that. She was always so light. It was nice and so less awkward than the two of them just casually walking back. "How about I take you back? How's that sound?" He asked.

It was so hard then to not let her own smile waver then, the air between them fragile as he shot a hand up to grab at his head. Brailynn chewed away at her bottom lip, trying to stay bright all the same, for the both of them. Seeing him so hurt just left a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she wasn't so sure that he was completely alright, even as he swore by it. "Careful," she murmured with a weak smile. The blonde would've been happy enough then to walk in the bedroom herself, maybe give him a shoulder to lean onto, but her dear boyfriend had seemed set on going above and beyond.

"H-Hey, Richard!" She laughed, despite herself. Lynn felt him grasp under her suddenly, instinctively leaping up and nestling her legs tightly above his hips. Her hands laced together around the back of his neck and she glowed down at him. "Fine by me," she mused, glancing ahead towards the bedroom. The door was shut tight. "If you don't smack me into the wall." It was only out of habit that she teased away at him, leaning in closer and pressing her lips tenderly a top his head.

Maybe if she kissed him enough, that'd be enough to settle the pain on it's own.

When she was settled around him, Richard's grin only grew. Inside, he felt proud of himself and tried his best to show that outwardly as confidence rather than a giddy little boy doing something he wasn't sure he could. As he began moving towards the bedroom, he felt surprisingly comfortable almost as if the shape of Lynn's body fit perfectly against his. It took almost no effort to move back.. well, until she made the smart remark about him running her into a wall then following it with a kiss on his forehead like that would make it all better. Stopping just short of the door, Richard took a moment to stare at Lynn with his lips pursed. "Do you really think that I would smack you into the wall?" He asked. "Obviously you don't know how skilled I've become." It was a slight tease and his goofy grin quickly returned before moving towards the door once more. Without even opening it, the two of them pushed right through into the bedroom.

At first, the guardian was simply going to head straight for the bed, but Lynn's smart remark about the wall smacking almost immediately changed his mind. Instead, as they phased through the door, he turned and pinned Lynn to the wall gently enough so that it didn't hurt but hard enough for a bit of humor. As soon as he did, of course, their bodies were closer than ever and he had no problems keeping her weight up. Instead, he brought his face closer to hers, their nose only millimeters apart. He wanted so badly to just straight-up kiss her, but he held back for a moment to smile slyly and whisper a small and sarcastic "Oops."

As she rested there, cradled in his arms, she couldn't help but think for a split second that just maybe she might have taken her teasing a tad too far. Brailynn raised an eyebrow, returning his curious look, admiring the hard way he pursed his lips together. A soft laughed touched her own lips. "Oh?" she mused, egging him on, just a bit. Even as confident he seemed, about as sure of himself as she'd seen him all night, she couldn't help but be a bit paranoid. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd ran into the arm of a couch or stubbed her toe on the table sticking close to him. Why bother making any sort of bee-line trips when you could just walk straight through everything? She knew he wasn't used to it.

Lynn hadn't expected him to move so quickly. The feeling was surreal. She was used to being so wound up, so full of energy, but through that short trip through the door, she'd never felt so light in her life. It was surreal. Like being a ghost. That was the only way she could think to describe it. It left her a bit sick to her stomach, not used to the feeling, and clinging on a bit too tight to him. "Ho-how did you...? You just...!" She puffed a few bangs out of her face, wide-eyed.

Her legs tightened up around him as she felt her back pressed up against the wall, his cheek practically brushing up on hers. "Richard..." Light-headed. Impressed. She wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or save her breath, caught away in her throat. Brailynn grinned, shaking his head at him.

He was so amazing.

God, she had missed him so much.

She did the honors of wiping that stupid smirk off his face, entwining his hair through her fingers and pulling him in closer, every bit of longing pushed through in a hungry kiss.