The Dearest of Them

[Amelia Jacobson]

Amelia nodded. She was...perhaps more than alright now. Her slender hand covered over his on her cheek before slipping forward to trace the doctor's jaw. The music and the looks combined had put her into an almost instinctual mode of awareness. It wasn't quite awake, nor asleep. It was some glorious in between that made her skin tingle.

She slid off of her seat to kneel by Bramsfield and her fingers moved into his hair. His breathing was still short. Amelia's doll-like lips parted and she leaned forward to run them over the doctor's throat. Her hands, seemingly so fragile, held his head in place as she let her tongue glide over the sensitive flesh in strokes.

The whisper was warm against his collar. "Never better."

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

Bramsfield's eyes rolled back and his pupils dilated to wide pools of black as a sweeping personality of lust flooded his body. "Ohh" he breathed out heavily and slowly.

"Amelia..." he shivered heavily, allowing the young girl to explore his bare collarbone, unbuttoning his shirt to give her more access to bare flesh. His mind drifted into a sweet high and all the buzzing thoughts in his head slowed to a calm lull. "I love you."

(OOC: We shall continue this in PM, okay? Send me a message w/your reply please :3)