della-sawyer:

Della moaned softly as each sensitive mark got a kiss. Gently she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair. “Nathan…” she whispered in need. She loved being so close to him. The feeling nearly unbearable.

Nathan smiled against Della’s skin, inching a bit lower to her hip. He hooked his fingers into the edge of her underwear, and slowly easing them down her legs. Nathan made his was back up to Della’s lips, his hands resting on her hips, holding her to him.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled as he took his jeans off. She kissed him gently. The feeling of his hands wandering over her body felt so sweet. Innocent almost. As his fingers ran over the sensitive scars she smiled. With anyone else she would have flinched. But with Nathan the feeling was beautiful.

Nathan couldn’t stop the pure awe he was in over Della’s beauty. It seemed endless, every inch of her, even the scars, were beautiful beyond words. He was careful over her scars, the last thing he wanted to do was bring her any pain. Instead, he lightly kissed down her stomach, stopping to carefully places kiss over any scar in his path. She was beautiful and deserved to feel it.

della-sawyer:

Della let out a soft moan. The feeling of his lips were driving her crazy. She felt so connected to him. Gently she lifted his face up to meet hers. She felt so happy with him. But in the back of her mind she was worried. She had a history of hurting people, intentionally or not and Nathan was a nice guy. She hoped she wouldn’t end up hurting him. 

Nathan looked into Della’s eyes, never remembering being this happy before. Ever since he’d met Della everything had been a bit brighter. Nathan pressed his lips to Della’s lightly, blindly trying to get his jeans off until he finally managed out of them. He could now focus fully on Della, just as he should. Nathan’s hands wandered along Della’s body, running over the slope of her waist and the curve of her hips.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled, moving her own hands down, sliding the camisole she wore over her head. Her braless chest exposed. She then put her hands over his. Gently she slid her skirt down her thighs. “I have missed you so much” she whispered, her lips still against his.     

Nathan broke from their hold so Della could get her shirt off, only to return to her lips once she had. “I’ve missed you too.” He replied, moving from her lips to her neck, pressing light kisses against her delicate skin. Reluctantly he broke away long enough to pull his shirt off, then without missing a beat, returning to Della’s neck.

della-sawyer:

Nodding she muttered “Very. I have missed being with you, in your arms.” she felt herself being lifted. A grin spread across her face. She subtlety shifted her weight so she was closer to him. “second door. On the right” she instructed. Her room was, as always, a mess but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be with him.

Though Nathan didn’t voice it he knew Della knew just how much he’d missed her too, how much he’d missed getting to hold her, getting to kiss her. He blindly opened the door, supporting Della with one arm as the other searched out what felt like a bed. Nathan hoped he was right or else he wasn’t sure what he’d be setting Della down on. Thankfully, he caught a glimpse of pillows and sheets as he lowered her down.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled. “You can’t.” she whispered in his ear. Gently she bit his ear. “My room” she whispered. The need to be close to him was so strong. she kissed him on the lips. Continuing kissing him as she walked backwards up the stairs.

“Eager, I see.” Nathan smirked, trying to keep up with her and kissing and attempting to get up the stairs. Finally, Nathan figured it was slightly hazardous to be doing so much at once and lifted Della up into his arms. “There we are.” He muttered against her lips, resuming kissing her.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled. “I am intrigued… But I am not taking anything she says very seriously.” she said smiling. She grinned mischievously. “So boyfriend…” she started. Kicking the door shut. As soon as she heard it slam she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him passionately. “I have missed you so much. That girl doesn’t know a thing about you. Don’t worry” she said kissing him again.

“Good, because it’s all rubbish.” He told her, smiling when she did. Her smile always seemed to bring his out. Nathan raised his eye brow at Della playfully when he saw her grin. He was caught off guard by the slam and then Della suddenly in his arms again. “How can I worry after a kiss like that?” Nathan chuckled, wrapping his arms around Della’s waist.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled. “I think she means that I suck them in only to end up hurting them. I am pretty sure she didn’t mean literally.” she said giggling. “Who did she say are?” she asked backing up so they were in the large entry way. Her house had felt so big and lonely and she couldn’t even think of a way to tell him how happy she was that he was there.

“Well, you do have an allure to you.” Nathan grinned, following Della inside. “She called me Oliver. I don’t quite know what that means, or what that’s even from. I can only hope she doesn’t decide to go around telling people her little theory about me.” Nathan sighed, looking down. “I doubt anyone would believe her though. Everyone seems to be either endlessly confused by her or annoyed to the point of ignoring what she says.”

della-sawyer:

Della sat in her fathers den looking at the message from the new girl. She had spent a good deal of time staring at the words trying to figure out how a girl who she had never talked to knew her deepest thoughts. The other tab open was the Wikipedia page of Rogue. She had read the entire page over and over, the similarities were slightly startling. But Star intrigued her. As soon as she heard the knock she ran down the stairs opening the door quickly. “I’ve missed you” she said pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.  

Nathan smiled when he saw Della, instantly pulling her into his arms and kissing her back. “I missed you too.” He murmured pressing his lips to hers again. “See?” Nathan said, pulling back a bit. “We’re touching, and I’m not dead. She was wrong.” He smiled kissing Della’s forehead. “If you are Rogue, though I get to be Bobby. He’s pretty cool, and he gets to kiss Rogue.”