Post by com05 on Apr 7, 2011 12:30:15 GMT 10
Title: Curiosity Part 2
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 955
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
1/H
Summary: Tris gets her questions answered. Very mild sexuality.
Tris watched Briar escort the girl he had slept with the previous night through the kitchen and out the door. He had introduced her briefly to Daja and Tris, then steered her away, before they could scare her too much.
“Have you thought about my suggestion?” Daja asked, forcing Tris to peel her eyes away from Briar and the girl.
Tris blushed. She had thought plenty about it. When Sandry and Daja had been unable to explain to Tris what kissing felt like, Daja had recommended that Tris ask the group’s most experienced kisser. Since then, Tris wasn’t just wondering what kissing was like, she was wondering what kissing Briar was like.
“I’m not doing it,” Tris snapped. “Anyway, it’s not important.”
Asking Briar what kissing was like would force Tris to admit her naievete and inexperience to him, which somehow seemed harder than admitting it to anyone else.
She also didn’t have the faintest idea how he would react. Since the conversation the girls had had about kissing, and the fact Tris had yet to experience it, Daja and Sandry seemed to think Tris had a problem that needed remedying.
Sandry was now evaluating every man as a potential kissing partner for Tris, who had started avoiding leaving the house with Sandry, so she wouldn’t have to run into any men with her sister.
“He’s cute, I bet he’d be fun to kiss,” Sandry would say. “You’ll never know what it’s like until you try.”
Daja had taken a different, but even more embarrassing, approach. She would simply watch Tris and Briar interact, and then quietly ask Tris why she didn’t just talk to Briar about it. It was as though she knew that Tris was as curious about kissing Briar as she was about kissing in general.
“You know Tris,” Daja interrupted her thoughts. “If it’s so unimportant, why is it still on your mind?”
Tris couldn’t think of an answer to that, nor could she stop thinking about what it was like to kiss Briar. She thought it had to be fun, why else would so many girls seem so eager to do it?
So she spent the day wondering. She watched Briar as he ate breakfast, weeded the garden, showed miniature trees to customers, and eagerly devoured the dinner she made. But for all her powers of observation, her magical knowledge and her book learning, Tris remained at a loss.
Finally, after Briar had finished dinner and gone to his workroom, Tris got up from the table and tossed Daja glare. Then she strode over to Briar’s workroom and knocked resolutely on the door.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Tris, I have a question.”
“Well the door’s open.”
Briar was sitting at a table with his back to her, pruning a miniature pine. Tris stood a few feet behind him and tried to gather her thoughts. Briar didn’t rush her, he was content with the tree, but that didn’t make speaking any easier for Tris.
“Briar, since you have plenty—see Daja thinks—well, I was wondering if you could-if you-uhm…”
By the time Tris had finished stuttering and let her voice trail off, Briar had stopped working, stood up, and turned to face her.
His gray-green eyes were questioning and his eyebrows slightly raised.
“Yes?”
Tris could feel her cheeks warming, but there was no point in turning back now.
“Well, Briar, given that you seem quite, uhm, experienced-"
She saw his mouth twitch.
“I was thinking that you might be able to explain to me—see, since I never have, and I was just wondering—and I, well, uhm I-
“You going to get a sentence in there, Coppercurls?” His eyes were dancing, as he continued trying to suppress his smile.
“Can’t you just feel it inside my mind!”
“Maybe, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as this is. I mean, Trisana Chandler having trouble with words, I wouldn’t want to cut that short.”
“Oh stop being difficult! I just want someone to explain what kissing’s like and why it’s such a fuss!”
In her exasperation she had simply let the words tumble out, and now she could barely look at Briar.
“Well,” he said it slowly, and Tris caught him glancing at her mischeviously. “It’s hard to explain ‘what all the fuss is about’. I couldn’t really tell you, so I’ll just have to show you.”
He cupped Tris’s cheek in is his hand and placed a soft, slow kiss on her mouth. Tris felt her lips tingle pleasantly. She realized that her eyes had shut and her lips had parted on their own accord.
Briar only pulled away for a moment, just long enough to gauge her reaction. Then she felt his lips meet hers and his arm wrap around her waist. His tongue slid into the space her parted lips made and she met it with her own. She felt warmth flooding through her body.
“You know,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Kissing comes in many varieties.”
“Oh?”
By way of reply, he tightened his hold on her waist, pressed her hips against his, and kissed her intensely. Tris wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, moving closer to him.
She wasn’t sure how long they kissed like that before Briar pulled away and began gently kissing her neck, sending shivers down her body. When he started to increase the pressure, Tris gasped and pressed into his hips.
Briar grinned and slowly pulled away. He ran his hands through his hair, and Tris was glad to see he looked as flushed and out of breath as she was.
“Well,” he said. “That was kissing. And you, Coppercurls, are a natural at it.”
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 955
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
1/H
Summary: Tris gets her questions answered. Very mild sexuality.
Tris watched Briar escort the girl he had slept with the previous night through the kitchen and out the door. He had introduced her briefly to Daja and Tris, then steered her away, before they could scare her too much.
“Have you thought about my suggestion?” Daja asked, forcing Tris to peel her eyes away from Briar and the girl.
Tris blushed. She had thought plenty about it. When Sandry and Daja had been unable to explain to Tris what kissing felt like, Daja had recommended that Tris ask the group’s most experienced kisser. Since then, Tris wasn’t just wondering what kissing was like, she was wondering what kissing Briar was like.
“I’m not doing it,” Tris snapped. “Anyway, it’s not important.”
Asking Briar what kissing was like would force Tris to admit her naievete and inexperience to him, which somehow seemed harder than admitting it to anyone else.
She also didn’t have the faintest idea how he would react. Since the conversation the girls had had about kissing, and the fact Tris had yet to experience it, Daja and Sandry seemed to think Tris had a problem that needed remedying.
Sandry was now evaluating every man as a potential kissing partner for Tris, who had started avoiding leaving the house with Sandry, so she wouldn’t have to run into any men with her sister.
“He’s cute, I bet he’d be fun to kiss,” Sandry would say. “You’ll never know what it’s like until you try.”
Daja had taken a different, but even more embarrassing, approach. She would simply watch Tris and Briar interact, and then quietly ask Tris why she didn’t just talk to Briar about it. It was as though she knew that Tris was as curious about kissing Briar as she was about kissing in general.
“You know Tris,” Daja interrupted her thoughts. “If it’s so unimportant, why is it still on your mind?”
Tris couldn’t think of an answer to that, nor could she stop thinking about what it was like to kiss Briar. She thought it had to be fun, why else would so many girls seem so eager to do it?
So she spent the day wondering. She watched Briar as he ate breakfast, weeded the garden, showed miniature trees to customers, and eagerly devoured the dinner she made. But for all her powers of observation, her magical knowledge and her book learning, Tris remained at a loss.
Finally, after Briar had finished dinner and gone to his workroom, Tris got up from the table and tossed Daja glare. Then she strode over to Briar’s workroom and knocked resolutely on the door.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Tris, I have a question.”
“Well the door’s open.”
Briar was sitting at a table with his back to her, pruning a miniature pine. Tris stood a few feet behind him and tried to gather her thoughts. Briar didn’t rush her, he was content with the tree, but that didn’t make speaking any easier for Tris.
“Briar, since you have plenty—see Daja thinks—well, I was wondering if you could-if you-uhm…”
By the time Tris had finished stuttering and let her voice trail off, Briar had stopped working, stood up, and turned to face her.
His gray-green eyes were questioning and his eyebrows slightly raised.
“Yes?”
Tris could feel her cheeks warming, but there was no point in turning back now.
“Well, Briar, given that you seem quite, uhm, experienced-"
She saw his mouth twitch.
“I was thinking that you might be able to explain to me—see, since I never have, and I was just wondering—and I, well, uhm I-
“You going to get a sentence in there, Coppercurls?” His eyes were dancing, as he continued trying to suppress his smile.
“Can’t you just feel it inside my mind!”
“Maybe, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as this is. I mean, Trisana Chandler having trouble with words, I wouldn’t want to cut that short.”
“Oh stop being difficult! I just want someone to explain what kissing’s like and why it’s such a fuss!”
In her exasperation she had simply let the words tumble out, and now she could barely look at Briar.
“Well,” he said it slowly, and Tris caught him glancing at her mischeviously. “It’s hard to explain ‘what all the fuss is about’. I couldn’t really tell you, so I’ll just have to show you.”
He cupped Tris’s cheek in is his hand and placed a soft, slow kiss on her mouth. Tris felt her lips tingle pleasantly. She realized that her eyes had shut and her lips had parted on their own accord.
Briar only pulled away for a moment, just long enough to gauge her reaction. Then she felt his lips meet hers and his arm wrap around her waist. His tongue slid into the space her parted lips made and she met it with her own. She felt warmth flooding through her body.
“You know,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Kissing comes in many varieties.”
“Oh?”
By way of reply, he tightened his hold on her waist, pressed her hips against his, and kissed her intensely. Tris wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, moving closer to him.
She wasn’t sure how long they kissed like that before Briar pulled away and began gently kissing her neck, sending shivers down her body. When he started to increase the pressure, Tris gasped and pressed into his hips.
Briar grinned and slowly pulled away. He ran his hands through his hair, and Tris was glad to see he looked as flushed and out of breath as she was.
“Well,” he said. “That was kissing. And you, Coppercurls, are a natural at it.”
QC by PeroxidePirate