Whatevs. If you'd like me to help out with projects, I'm open. I'd love to help with these games as much as play them
Just a warning, it's an excerpt from a romance novel I've been working on. Forgive me for its resulting level of respect and sentimentality.
"Credits rolled. Rick sang the Marseillaise. It was declared that there would always be Paris. A beautiful friendship had begun. I could only guess that the usual suspects were being rounded up. It didn't worry me much if they weren't. I was more interested in the pretty girl tucked under my arm, leaning against my side. My hand rested on her stomach, gently rising and falling with her slow breaths. Her heart ticked away, preserving youth. Soft heat radiated from thick brown hair into my skin, suffused with the rich scent of freshly washed hair. Girls' hair is really something that kills me. It's soft, smells incredible and is just downright inviting. I absently ran my hand through her hair, brushing it off her ear. She turned to look up at me, the motion skewing her legs into a comfortably haphazard tangle. Her beautiful brown eyes stared into my own, her head tipped back to watch me upside down.
"Hey you," I murmured, smiling. Happiness takes on a new meaning when you have someone to share it with.
"Hey you," she smiled back. Her hair rustled softly on my jeans. I watched her for a while, thinking and being in love.
"whatcha thinking about?"
"Paris," I responded quietly.
"What about Paris?"
"Just how we're going to be able to get there."
"Probably by plane."
"Oh shush. Unnecessary."
"Necessary."
"No, definitely unnecessary."
"Definitely necessary."
"Oh fine, you win. A prize for the beautiful lady who so wonderfully demonstrated her incredible intellect?"
"Depends on the prize. What were you thinking?"
She grinned up at me, laughter in her eyes. I smiled back, laughing lightly. Suddenly, I gripped an imaginary beard, pretending to stroke it.
"Hmm, well this certainly is an interesting problem. What to give the lovely lady...."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to wait here forever."
I held my pose for a moment before suddenly breaking character. I slid my right hand along the side of her face and, before she could object, kissed her full on the lips. I pulled my head back a few inches, watching her eyes closely, a grin across my face.
"Was that enough of a present, milady?"
She gathered up her mouth to one side quizzically, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head to one side.
"I was expecting a bit more, actually. That was a rather small gift. Then again, I shouldn't have expected more from a gay little boy. It's entirely acceptable that you-"
I interrupted her mid sentence with another kiss, this time long and full. I pulled back a little again, this time staying closer. We breathed each other's air. I shifted and kissed her cheek, then down her neck, across her collarbone. I drifted farther down, kissing her sternum, then her breast. I looked at her again and threw her a careless, doubting look.
"Still think I'm gay?"
"I might need a little more proof."
My fingers found the hem of her shirt and slid under it, softly drifting across her bare skin. I let my fingernails drag down her stomach from the bottom of her ribs all the way down past between her legs. She twitched slightly and took in a breath, but said nothing. My hand rubbed between her legs until she crossed her legs, but not before I felt another shiver.
"Colin, I-"
My lips met hers and connected. I pulled lightly on her top lip with mine. She was quiet again.
This time both of my hands dug under her shirt. My hands slid across her stomach, her covered breasts, her stretching ribs. She was breathing considerably faster than she was before. I lifted my Paris girl slightly off her back, undoing her bra simultaneously.
"You're a lot stronger since the last time we talked," she remarked softly.
The undone bra fell out of her shirt. I reached around and held her naked breasts, caressing them and squeezing them alternately. Roughly, unexpectedly, I pulled her shirt up over her head. Finally, I could see her at least partially naked. A soft pinch at the waist, soft, tan skin, delicate arms, wonderfully shaped breasts. Her nipples were even sticking out. I pulled off my shirt, leaned forward over her half-naked body, laying full across it, and kissed her again, enjoying the press of her full lips and curved body. I pulled away again, shifting my hands to her shorts. My hand found her inner thigh, strong and full, and slid up her leg, up her shorts. I gripped her leg briefly, she tensed. My hand slid farther....
"Alright, alright," my Paris girl gasped, laughing slightly. "I believe you!"
"Are you sure?"
My hand slid another few inches. My finger found the edge of her underwear and pulled it to the side. Another inch and-
She bit her lip and sighed. I watched her heart beat shake her naked breasts. Her lungs worked to keep pace underneath me. She laughed softly, her face flushed.
"I think that's enough."
I laughed too and kissed her again, happy.
And the world kept turning."
In retrospect, it's hardly evidence enough to help write for games. Not very crude, but I could certainly go farther when out of the context of a romance.
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