"You could just give in now." Elaina suggested, now turning to face him, licking her lips and purposefully staring longingly at his. "It'd be so much easier."
Well, unfortunately I'll have to tear myself away xD
'Night
"Mmmm.." Was all Christien said, to begin with. But after looking down at her for a while and seeing her look back, combined with the fact that his hands were on her bare back and very close to her waistband made it very difficult for him to resist. He leaned in and said, "Just kiss me, please. You win," pressing his lips to hers hungrily.
Elaina smirked against his lips for only a tad bit of time since his kiss was so powerful, she couldn't deny that she wanted it as bad as him. Not wasting any time, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue on his bottom lip, moaning with anxiety, hoping to speed things up.
Christien felt a strong sense of relief to have her kiss back, and with such intensity, as well, fearing she may take advantage of an opportunity to tease him. Instead, she was there with her mouth open even before him, and so he responded quickly and gladly, french kissing her with a great deal of passion.
Elaina's tongue danced with his while her hand went up to play with his hair, even managing to safely place her injured arm over his waist, settling on his hip bone.
Christien groaned quietly and smiled against her lips, pulling her closer, pressing her fully against his chest now that her arm was around his waist instead. He was, obviously thoroughly enjoying himself and he only hoped that she felt the same.
Elaina pressed herself as close against him as was possible and impatiently tugged at the hem of his shirt, thinking of how it was clearly unfair that she was shirtless and he was not. "Mhmph." She half-moaned softly, partially as a signal of how good she was feeling and partly to encourage him to help her remove his shirt.
Christien instantly understood what she wanted and took away one of his arms from her waist and pulled his shirt of one side at a time, pulling it over his shoulders and letting it slide off his arms, and then pulled her back to him.
Even though they really only hadn't touched for the maximum of an hour, it felt, to Elaina, that she hadn't in months, so she eagerly took this time to catch up. She moved her one hand from his hair to rest on his abdomen, gently rubbing her fingers up and down his chest.
He let out an almost cat like purr-- and it was probably the right way to describe it, both in sound and the situation-- as she rubbed his chest and abdomen, making it louder to let her know he really liked what she was doing. She was distracting him so much he almost forgot to move his mouth while she kissed him.
Elaina was even more turned on a bit by his humorous yet attractive purring sound, so she moved her lips down, kissing his jaw-line, then upper-neck, and finally brushing over his collar-bone, not ceasing her hand movements though.
Letting out moans and shivers of various degrees depending on where she chose to kiss him, Christien still felt somewhat dismayed with it all, really. It was the first time he'd geniunely felt like he wanted and needed her, in that sense of the word, yes. And yet he couldn't yet.
Elaina sensed his slight hesitation and leaned back, her head to the side and golden pieces of hair straying into her view. "I think I got a tad carried away."
"No, I did as much as you. I started it so.." Christien replied, stroking her cheek subconsciously yet still lovingly. "It was amazing.. I just.. Well, you know what it is."
"I know." Elaina gave him a weary smile, sitting back, removing her hands and crossing them over her chest. "Plus, we have other things more important to do on the island." She justified.
"Well, I don't really know what else there is to do that's important, but I don't think your shirt is making any difference, distracting as it is," Christien chuckled, "Buuut.." he smirked, dragging out the word, "I can certainly put mine back on, if it will help."
"I can't think of anything either. And put it on, if you want." With that, Elaina stood up, wobbling hesitantly for a moment before stretching for a few seconds. "I guess, we can't stay in one pair of clothing forever." She decided on a worthy thing to do. "But I have no idea how to make a coconut bra and grass-skirt." She added with a giggle.
Christien just slipped it back on but leaving it open as per usual. He smiled and said to her, "Well, I can't say I'm an expert at that, either. And I don't know what I'd wear to go along with that. You could just wash your stuff off in the water, but I suppose that defeats the object of finding something productive to do."