itsanyaxo:

Anya felt all of the alcohol rush to her head as Liam pulled her into a laying position on the bed and then on top of him. Their lips never disconnected, even in her drunken haze she knew that she wanted to be doing this. She needed to be doing this. To be here with Liam in his bed, pressed together, bodies in sync- this was the most perfect thing Degrassi Therapy had to offer. Liam was feeling it as much as she was, she could tell by the urgency with which their lips crashed against and pulled away slightly before repeating over and over like waves.

She felt a tiny whimper escape from her mouth and fall into his as his hands slipped up under the shirt he had given her to wear. His hands felt almost rough against her skin, but it was a lovely roughness and she wanted to feel more. This was nothing like the last time she had been in this position. She moved against him, smiling into the kiss as she realized he was already hard beneath her. Before she had an opportunity to tease any further she found herself gasping as his hands moved further up her body.

The feeling was dizzying, the whole situation was, but it was perfect. She would let Liam lead, however far he took things- Anya wasn’t about to stop him. He pulled his lips away from hers as his hands slowly moved up her body. Her shirt went with them, leaving her feeling a bit chilled but the way that Liam was looking at her made her blush and she could feel it heating her whole body. She made another quiet moan as she felt Liam’s hands inching towards her chest. Biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet she squirmed against him, trying to find a way to allow his hands to roam but to bring him closer at the same time. Finally she rolled to the side, pulling him with her so that her back lay against the bed with him above her. She smiled up at him, much preferring this view and slipped her hands up under his shirt, firmly pressing into his back as she brought her lips back up to meet his once more. 

The force Anya used as she rolled them both over made him gasp slightly. He was surprised. However, now Liam was fully in control—that’s what she wanted, was it?  Liam felt Anya’s hands grip his upper body. To help her with this, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare skin. Goosebumps slowly rose throughout his body from the cool air, but eventually faded back down. His hands returned to Anya’s body. He knew that once he pulled her shirt up, he would be able to see most of her bare body and that excited him. The anticipation of it all was building up, but he refrained. He wanted to carry this out as long as he could, which was something he wasn’t very good at. Liam was usually a forceful person when it came to these things, but he needed to be timid with Anya. Anya, he felt, was a fragile being, and with that she needed more care. He was prepared to take his time.

Liam felt Anya’s breast against the palm of his hand and he kneaded the skin. His arm moved Anya’s shirt up so that her stomach was not visible. It was then that Liam realized how tiny Anya’s frame was. After taking a few moments to admire her body, he closed his eyes and returned his lips to Anya’s, already missing the feeling. He pushed his lips against hers, then pushing his tongue to meet with hers. For a while, they stayed like this, allowing Anya to get used to this kind of contact. She wasn’t protesting, so he moved on. His hands came back down and pulled at the ends of Anya’s shirt. Still no prtest. Liam gave her one last kiss before pulling shirt up and over her head, revealing her smooth skin. Liam ran his hands along her body, as if admiring her every feature with his hands.

Liam could feel his pants tightening around him, and he let out a small and brief groan. The sight of Anya was all to much for him. Once again, his lips returned to Anya’s, but only for a second. His lips trailed from her lips to her cheek then stopped just above her ear. “I need you,” Liam whispered, then he pressed his lips to Anya’s neck. He nibbled down at her neck, taking small bites then releasing it. At this point he didn’t care if he left any marks on her skin. The room was too dark for him to notice anyway. Liam’s left hand moved down the side of Anya’s body, sliding against her waist, then around her hip, and down to her thighs. From her knee, he lifted her leg up and hitched it around his body. Then his hand moved against Anya’s inner thighs. That’s as far as he went, not wanting to move any further without her say so. This was her most intimate area, and if she wasn’t ready to go there, he would stop.

itsanyaxo replied to your post: ooc: alexis, that song. i h8 u so much. stuck in…

you lied miss. you. lied.

NO GIVE ME LIKE AN HOUR. >_<

ooc: alexis, that song. i h8 u so much.

stuck in my head forever.

—————-

and i’ll reply tomorrow (today?) promise.

ooc: I’m back from my trip!!

I have no reason to believe otherwise..

itsanyaxo:

As Anya left the bathroom she realized that Liam had been getting changed too. She walked towards him with her hands clasped behind her back as he pulled on a shirt. For a moment she almost wished that he hadn’t. But she didn’t have much time to think before his arms were around her and pulling her in towards him.

She giggled as Liam pulled her back onto his lap, just like he had at the party. But now it was better because now they were alone. This was the best she had ever felt at Degrassi- pleasantly buzzed, staying over in a room that wasn’t her own, sitting on the lap of the best guy in the building. The cotton of his pajamas felt nice on her smooth bare legs and the dark settled around her in a sort of comfortable heaviness. 

Sighing contentedly as he assured her that the party was a hit she leaned into him. Right now it didn’t really matter what any of her other friends had thought about it, his opinion was the only one of any significance to her. “Thanks,” she whispered, shifting on his lap slightly and turning her head towards him. And then his hand was brushing her hair back and it felt like electricity jolting across her skin. The next thing she knew his lips were on hers, right where she had wanted them to be all night. It was a soft kiss. It lasted only a second before she pulled away with a smile and pressed her forehead to his in a gesture to let him know how happy she was. And then, without giving Liam any time to think, it was Anya’s turn to bring her lips to his, but behind her kiss was much more fervor.

Liam felt her lips press against his once again, this time harder. This impressed him. As they kissed, Liam pulled her with him to lay in the middle of the bed. He pulled her body on top of his, allowing her to take some control. He placed his hand on her lower back, not pushing but simply resting there. His left hand moved up to Anya’s face, taking it in his hands and using this as a base to deepen the kiss. Liam let his tongue push past her lips, meeting hers with a slight urgency. In this moment, he seriously wanted her—almost to the point in which he needed her. He needed to feel her warm skin against his own. He needed to feel her lips moving in sync with his own. It was one of the only things he had to look forward to in this dreary place.

Liam’s hand slowly moved from her back to her waist, moving under her shirt to feel her smooth skin against the palm of his hand. He didn’t move up just yet, he didn’t want her to feel pressured in this moment. His hand moved against her skin softly, his other hand doing the same now. His two hands gripped her waist and pulled her even closer to his body now. He wasn’t sure just where they were going to go with this, but he was willing to take this as far as she would go. All of a sudden it was as if he couldn’t control himself anymore. The gentle guy Anya had come to known was no being taken over by the control freak he knew he was deep down. He didn’t worry about her feelings much anymore. If she didn’t want him to, she would stop him and move on. Now it was his time to take control.

His hands slowly inched up, her shirt coming up with them. He realized just then that she wasn’t wearing any pants with her shirt and he opened his eyes for a brief moment to take a look. As his hands moved higher and higher up her body, he felt himself come closer to her chest. Not hearing any protests, his hands moved to her chest and was surprised to feel skin. He was expecting her to be wearing a bra underneath her shirt, but then realized that some girls didn’t sleep with bras on. For a moment he felt completely grateful of this. He hoped that she wouldn’t protest or that the alcohol was still in her system to keep her less tense. He knew about her anxiety and he would hate to have that trigger now.

imark-fitzgerald:

liam—berish:

I think this is one of those look before you leap things.

And don’t touch my stuff.

“Look before you leap…but don’t touch your stuff”.

BRB let me go and try to figure out why you called ME the stupid one.

Are you serious? Yes, I am. If you didn’t snoop into my things, we wouldn’t have this problem in the first place. Could you just get out of my space, seriously?

imark-fitzgerald:

liam—berish:

imark-fitzgerald:

liam—berish:

imark-fitzgerald:

liam—berish:

imark-fitzgerald:

I didn’t mean that he was cool enough for me to want to room with him.

Hey, I’m not throwing confetti either.

Just stay out of my stuff and we won’t have any problems.

As if… I’m pretty sure I saw a Nickelback album on your CD shelf.

And I’m pretty sure you’re a liar. I’ve never even heard of them.

Defensive, are we?

How can a person be defensive when they literally have never heard of them..?

Stupid, are we?

It’s CLEARLY marked Nickelback..here loo- oh, it’s just the packaging. Why the fuck do you have the Beatles’ first album wrapped in Nickelback packaging?

Did you do something to piss off one of your old room mates?

I think this is one of those look before you leap things.

And don’t touch my stuff.

itsanyaxo:

“We try,” Anya mumbled, opening her eyes and sitting back up. She could feel the glow of accomplishment inside of her, sure to be burning brighter the next morning when she was sober and could actually think about how successful the party had really been. She saw Liam’s mouth move but couldn’t really made out what he said. He was showing her a shirt? She shrugged, not sure what to say. A minute later he was over at the bed and she pieced it together, he was asking is she wanted to wear it. It would be much more comfortable than her dress… and it was Liam’s. She smiled up at him, “absolutely!”

Grabbing the t-shirt she hopped up from the bed, having to stand still for a minute because the sudden movement while her equilibrium was off balance. Once her world settled back into place she reached down in her clothing pile and grabbed her underwear, suddenly remembering she didn’t have pants. Not really caring she turned to Liam. “Be right back!” She made her way through the mostly dark room to the bathroom and quickly tore off her dress slipping her underwear and Liam’s t-shirt on before heading back to his bed. Throwing her dress onto the rest of her abandoned outfit she climbed back up into Liam’s bed. “This is actually really comfy,” she murmured. “So, did you actually like the party?!”

While Anya went to go change, Liam did as well. He took off his jacket, shirt, and pants and threw on the things he was going to wear to bed. He pulled his pants off, switching it to long pajama bottoms. He didn’t usually feel the need to dress this way when he slept—usually it was just an old shirt and his boxers—but tonight Anya was sleeping with him. He didn’t want her to feel awkward or weird in anyway, so he dressed up, even though she was still a little intoxicated. It shouldn’t be a tense night, seeing as how she was still loosened up from the party.

As soon as Liam saw her emerge from the bathroom, though it was dark, he could vaguely make out Anya’s outline in the black. He saw the shirt he lent her stopping just below the start of her thighs. The sight of her made him speechless as his breath hitched in his throat. He almost couldn’t find his voice to answer her question. Liam cleared his throat and simply nodded. It was then that Liam realized his shirt was still not on. His fists clenched around the shirt and he threw it over his head, popping his arms through the sleeves.

“I think you were a hit,” he finally said. He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled Anya softly to sit on his lap, just as she did at the start of the party. “It was perfect. Like you.” Liam tilted Anya’s chin towards him, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her face and pulling her into a kiss. He pressed his lips softly against hers, smiling into it.

imark-fitzgerald:

I didn’t mean that he was cool enough for me to want to room with him.

Hey, I’m not throwing confetti either.

Just stay out of my stuff and we won’t have any problems.