prestonjoyce

[prestonjoyce]

Preston's lips traveled south lingering at the edge of her shirt before his hands grasped the hem rolling it up her body and over her head allowing his touch to trace the outline of her figure as they went. Every moment was designed to be slow and treacherous as the tension bubbled between the two. Kisses chased from the band of her pants towards he stomach and eventually lingered just under the wire of her bra. In this moment Preston allowed his gaze to catch her own as a mischievous smirk shadowed his lips.

"Yeah and you’re not doing a very good job of it," she sassed back, biting her lip to hold back the sigh that was threatening to come out from the kisses on her collarbone. It was oddly comforting being touched by someone who knew her so well. Alice could almost forget that it was Preston except for the fact that she remembered his moves as well as he remembered the patterns of her skin. 

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Is that a warning?

Might as well be.

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Preston couldn't help smirking into his kisses as the absurdity replaced his better judgement. He couldn't even be bothered of wondering how they'd actually gotten to this point let alone why he was so okay with it. Hands traveled passed her waist under her shirt exploring every inch of skin he'd once known all too well. His lips chased kisses along her collar bone southward intending to meet with his hands. "You know how to shut me up."

After all the insanity of the past months, the familiarity of Preston’s lips on her skin was…well she didn’t have a word for it. Maybe it was just what she needed. It felt like junior year again, back before everything had changed. If it wasn’t for the fact that Preston was now a werewolf, it could have been like nothing was different at all. “Now who’s the one talking?” she teased as her head tilted in response to the movements of his lips. 

[prestonjoyce]

Preston couldn't help smirking into the kiss completely immersed in her embrace. Somehow he'd felt as though he'd somewhat time traveled back to his 17th year he'd spent with Alice in his arms. It was odd holding her once more -- not bad. Lips trailed across her jawline towards her neck wondering if her sweet spots where still the same. Mumbling against her skin Preston chuckled "always the same stubbornness Alice".

This was a bad idea. A really stupid one too. But Alice was tired of being logical and stubborn and bitter and holding her morals so high and just wanted to be wanted so bad that she didn’t really care who it was by right now. She knew the truth in her words but she was still disregarding them. “Don’t tell me what to do Joyce,” she said, hesitating a moment before she leaned up and kissed him.

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"Alice -- stop talking and just kiss me" Preston whispered against the lips he'd spent months without. Hand grasped her waist pulling her closer and even though her words hit home he still pushed them to the further at crevasses of his mind.

— I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have.

I told you… you can slap me now.

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-- I'm sorry... I shouldn't have.

I told you... you can slap me now.

Preston…

You’re crazy. 

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Because I've missed it -- 

I've missed you... 

Tell me why first.

Tell me why you did that.

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-- Tell me you want me to stop.. and I will.

What are you…-

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-- I'll show you.

You know I always wants the truth Pres. Always the truth.

So just tell me or I will slap you. 

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It doesn't matter -- you'd probably slap me if I spoke the truth.

You’re lying. The corner of your mouth ticked a little. That’s your tell.

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-- Nothing.

It's nothing..

Pres…what are you doing?

What would what be like?

[prestonjoyce]

-- Fine { zipping his lips Preston made an effort to scoot closer to Alice still smirking seductively before they were inches from each other. } Do you ever wonder what it would be like -- never mind...

Shut up.

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You smiled! -- That's a first.

Go us.

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Something like that --

Neither am I.

It’s a miracle.

[prestonjoyce]

You're completely different. 

You're a succubi aren't you? Like Polly.

How do you think mine did?

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And I'm not even drunk --

You getting sappy on me Joyce?

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I think I'll pass on that. 

I’m telling you a nice facial can do wonders.