{"id":34935,"date":"2012-08-19T12:25:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-19T12:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/08\/19\/this-isnt-everything-you-are-5\/"},"modified":"2012-08-19T12:25:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-19T12:25:00","slug":"this-isnt-everything-you-are-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/08\/19\/this-isnt-everything-you-are-5\/","title":{"rendered":"This Isn’t Everything You Are"},"content":{"rendered":"

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He smiled, crooked, bathed in desire. \u00a0\u201dAs you wish,\u201d he whispered, and the armour disappeared, leaving only his tunic and pants. \u00a0\u201dAnd I will<\/em> have you.\u201d \u00a0He kissed her hard, pulling back towards his bed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The little part of Summer that wasn\u2019t caught up in the spine-tinglingness of that kiss was busy damning her lack of height. It only took one stumble before she gave up trying to keep her lips locked with the tall god\u2019s and just concentrated on the feel of his hands on her and the sharp sweet taste of his desire in her mind. \u201cOh yes \u2026 \u201c<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss. \u00a0\u201dCan you feel how I want you?\u201d he murmured. \u00a0\u201dSince first we met\u2026do you feel it?\u201d \u00a0He knew she could. \u00a0He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember. \u00a0His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

She didn\u2019t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.<\/p>\n

Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

His hands slid softly up her sides, lifting off the shirt that kept him from feeling her skin. \u00a0Immediately he leaned back into the kiss, twisting their tongues together, unable to get enough. \u00a0The feeling of her fingers tangled in his hair was like a piece of heaven, and he hoped she could feel it. \u00a0\u201dI\u2019m yours, Summer,\u201d he said, unable to contain his words. \u00a0His hands shook just slightly. \u00a0\u201dTell me what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Pressing kisses to each temple, to each sharp cheekbone, to the corners of his jaw, she murmured, “I want,” kiss, “your hands,” kiss, “everywhere,” kiss, “learning every line,” kiss, “every curve,” she ran her nails down the back of his neck, “followed by your mouth, while you tell me everything you find beautiful about me. Take my breath away. Make me cry out. Draw it out slow and pure until neither of us can stand it any longer.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

lokilaufeyyson: iamthefirechild: lokilaufeyyson: iamthefirechild: lokilaufeyyson: He smiled, crooked, bathed in desire. \u00a0\u201dAs you wish,\u201d he whispered, and the armour disappeared, leaving only his tunic and pants. \u00a0\u201dAnd I will have you.\u201d \u00a0He kissed her hard, pulling back towards his bed. The little part of Summer that wasn\u2019t caught up in the spine-tinglingness of that kiss … Continue reading This Isn’t Everything You Are<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,4326,4238,4024,1517,4274,4325],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34935"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34935"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34935\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34935"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34935"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34935"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}