Bones (the optimist in me has retired) [Bridgette]

[Bridgette C. Hamett]

Bridgette could almost feel the tension in the air. It almost caused her to want to stop what was going on even though it was almost everything she wanted right now. A release from the world, to get all her wasted energy gone. Something to distract her from the world of medical and the complicated situation with Silvanus.

Silvanus... She had made a deal with him. She was suppose to play as his girlfriend so he wouldn't get fired from his job and loose everything... but this, this was everything she's ever wanted. To be shown this kind of affection by someone, anyone... it only made it better that it was by the man she wanted it to be by. Bridgette bit her own lip when they parted for a moment, blushing quite a bit at her embarrassment. In all honestly, she had no idea if she was doing anything right. It had been so long since she had anytime of intimacy with anyone, years upon years it had to have been. Bridgette just shrugged slightly with nervousness. Iain probably didn't really care as much as she thought he would. He seemed just as laid back as he did in school.

No, this was wrong... She's going back against her word she gave to Silvanus.... This was just wrong... but it felt so right. Right for her anyways. She didn't crave this, she needed this. to be touched finally. the innocent she once was determined to keep until marriage. hell, right now, there was no marriage in her future as much as she wanted there to be. the thought of growing up old, alone, with 20 cats, and being a virgin just disturbed her.

She blinked the thoughts away, trying her best not to show the confusion that was blazing through her mind right now. This could be her one and only chance of being intimant with the man she actually cares dearly for in a way she didn't care for Silvanus.

Fuck Silvanus.

Bridgette simply smiled sweetly at Iain, the game idea was simply a defense mechanism so she couldn't be conflicted with her feelings of experiencing something new with Iain and her word to Silvanus.. Who would find out anyways? She wasn't going to tell anyone and she doubted Iain would either. but... did this mean they were in a relationship now?

Her mind wondered if Iain wanted something deep and meaningful of if he was just using her for sex. Bridgette pushed these thoughts away, she'd deal with them later that's for sure. Bridgette kissed him back. she enjoyed the feeling of being held against him, tighter this time. It made her feel kind of safe which she liked the most. Her arms moved from his chest, sliding up and around his neck, she pulled herself closer to him. This made her smile slightly during the kiss but she continued to kiss him for a few more moments before pulling away. " A girl needs to catch her breath you know." she playfully said before winking at him.

[Iain Murray]

Still no complaining from Bridgette. Good. Iain would take all the closeness and comfort she had to offer - and yes, that was a little selfish of him, in a way, but he wasn't thinking about that now. All he knew was that he felt like there was this gigantic bleeding void inside his chest and kissing her, holding her close, giving her attention made it feel better. It was so much easier to just give into the hormones and instincts than to actually stop and think and fall into a pit of self-doubt again. Making out with his colleague/friend/former-classmate was sure proving to be a very good distraction from thinking.

Iain was blissfully unaware of Bridgette's deal-thingamy with Silvanus (he was rather good at being oblivious of things like that). Then again, even if he had known he wouldn't have been particularly bothered. If she really had been Silvanus' girlfriend, this wouldn't have happened, right? She would've pushed him off, she wouldn't have let him into her bedroom as unclothed as he was, he wouldn't have... well - no use dwelling on that now. No use thinking about what-ifs if you could focus on the here and now, after all.
He was unbothered by Bridgette's inexperience. Rather, Iain hardly noticed it. He was too intently focused on mapping her skin with his hands and lips, because even if he was doing this for a not altogether right reason, that didn't mean this meant nothing. No, this didn't mean nothing at all. In fact, it meant everything. Iain may be a little more immoral than Bridgette originally, but that didn't mean he did this with just anyone. He trusted Bridgette, he wasn't opening up to her like this for no reason; even though he was allowing himself to lose control, even if he gave into the currents of passion in an attempt to forget the gnawing emptiness inside of him, it still meant breaking down his walls a little and letting Bridgette in. It wasn't love and Iain didn't quite believe in true love, either, but it was more than lust - a lot more. It was two people giving into a moment they both needed and wanted, a perfect example of unnamed, unsaid trust (that didn't need to be named, either).
At least, that was how Iain saw it. He could not read minds, after all.

In fact, Iain was oblivious about Bridgette's inner dialogue and doubts. He was still busy kissing her, one hand conveniently slipping under her nightgown - not invasively per se, but with a kind of benign curiosity, caressing curves and easily slapped away if Bridgette were to find it too pushy. Despite the fact that this did not, really: not, have anything to do with love for Iain, didn't mean it had to be vulgar, dishonest, or one-sided. No, he was quite happy to lose himself in adoring her, if just for a moment.
So when she smiled at him, he smiled back. It was not quite a smile, it felt a little fake around the edges (because he surely didn't feel like smiling, not really), but it grew surer and more steady as Iain eased himself into it. After all, the complete trust he had in her at this moment was real. Sure, Iain wasn't after a relationship. He didn't want anything deep and meaningful - that was just too scary and too close for comfort (he needed closeness now, but he didn't always!) - but that didn't mean he was using her. Using would imply one-sidedness and insincerity, he intended this to be very much a mutual thing between them and he meant every moment (even if it was, perhaps, for the wrong reasons).

Iain tried to chuckle at her comment about breathing, but the sound got stuck in his throat and choked him a little, so he swallowed instead and tilted her head to the side gently, so he could kiss down her neck. Normally, he would've teased her at such a comment - something about stamina or oxygen being overrated. Not now, though. He kissed back up her jawline, his stubble on her smoother cheek, and pulled her a little closer against him. "Need you closer," he brokenly whispered near her ear, almost too quiet to hear and avoiding her gaze (he couldn't look at her, couldn't, he felt so, so small).

[Bridgette C. Hamett]

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Despite the fact that the two were making out rather intensely, Bridgette was still able to think… She thought about where this would lead, the first time having sex, she heard it was never enjoyible but she had a feeling it was going to happen tonight. The thought of having sex just excited her even more than she already was! But for now, she would enjoy the moment of this intense moment. One thing was clear in her heart, she did not love him. Which threw her morals out the door. She was going to have sex with a man she did not love nor was she married too. She had always dreamed saving until she was married but she couldn’t pass this up. She was old, her friends were already married and having sex and she wasn’t. She was missing out, like she was left out of the club. She didn’t like that feeling anymore and that was going to change. The feeling of his hands roaming her body was exhilarating for her. She hasn’t been touched like this, that she can remember off hand anyways. Her mind started to wander slightly as she thought more about what exactly she has gotten herself in too. She trusted Iain, but this had to be the most confusing situation for her to be ever created. Were they going to be something after this? She would very much like that. She certainly couldn’t have sex with someone and not be with them. Even if it wasn’t ‘100% offical’ the thought of him having his way with her and then jumping to some other woman twisted and brought knots in to her stomach. She’d feel as used as the spell ‘accio’. Bridgette gasped lightly as he trailed kisses down her neck. Each kiss sent shivers down and up her body like a sound wave. Hitting her feet and returning except continuing to the top of her head. Her fingers nails lightly ran over his skin. Starting at his neck and moving down his chest, slowly of course. ” please. Come closer.” it wasn’t very loud. ”please,” she almost begged him as her fingers moved up to his head and ran though is already messy hair. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR IAIN. IT HAS RATHER LOW WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, SORRY, I FIGURED THAT AFTER YOU POST OR NOW IT'S SKIP THE DIRTY PART OR SOMETHING. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Iain Murray]

Iain couldn't quite think (or at least focus on one particular thought) at the best of times, really, and now he was running from his thoughts on purpose anyway, so he was pretty much pure instinct. He was losing himself in Bridgette and that suited him just fine. If he could make her feel good, that made him worth something, at least for a brief moment, didn't it? That would make him more than a waste of space and air. It would justify his existence for at least another night. After that.. he wasn't going to think about after that. He'd face that later. Or avoid facing it, more likely.

He couldn't quite fathom how she was still single. It had to be by choice, because the feel of her skin undulating below his fingertips was just- well, 'sinful' didn't cut it, neither did 'perfect'.
Part of him reveled at this, exploring the untouched. Not in a way that other men would, perhaps, eager to make a first claim - no. Iain gasped a breath as he slipped fabric out of the way and kissed down to her chest. He truly couldn't believe that Bridgette was so shy, so insecure. She was gorgeous. If anything, she deserved to be worshipped. He was going to show her that. He was going to prove it. He was going to tell her, all in body language, 'Bridgette, you're beautiful - and I am completely undeserving'. That was the only message he wanted to get across. 'You are too good for me, but thank you for allowing me to hide inside of you and bask in your brilliance'.
By tomorrow, she wouldn't need him anymore. He wanted to give her that self-assurance.

Bridgette's plea for him to come closer made a shiver run down his spine and he moved to kiss her lips again, cocking his head into the touch of her hands like a cat, his spine twisting to move against her (friction that dragged a quiet, keening moan from the back of his throat that made him break the kiss).
"Let me?" he asked quietly, something in his tone almost begging, reverent, eyes bright. He slipped his hand down, between the two of them, fingertips lingering on her left hipbone, circling. "You have no idea- let me?"


[Just to, uhm, slightly clarify? This is Iain totally losing himself in passion because passion is better than sadness. It's also easier to sort of put Bridgette on a pedestal - it makes him feel useful and in a way it makes him feel less selfish, because he's doing it for her rather than himself. It doesn't make his feelings any less real - he does feel them right now, but they'll have significantly lessened by morning when he's got his perspective back. Doesn't mean he lied or anything like that, or that he no longer cares, his emotions just rule him and he gets lost in them. (If that makes sense.)

Also, I suppose we can skip the intimate bits here. I don't think I can keep my next post clean (lol) - Iain is eager to please (literally). He knows how to manipulate a female body fairly well, considering he's a bloke, and he's just informed me that he plans to make Bridge come three times ("because three is a lovely number," he said, "and because then I can do it manually, orally, and penetratively - it's a full package" :')
But, so, yeah. I'll stop before the OOC bit becomes longer than the actual post.]