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[she keeps her hand occupied with massaging his arm, as much as a distraction as a gesture to connect in more than one place, because her face does flash with the occasional moment of discomfort. still absorbed in the sensations and watching him]
[he’s definitely watching— holding back as she gets used to everything. He allows his head to dip close to where their foreheads are almost touching.]
[no, that motion gets her to change her tune immediately. she reaches up to hold him by the back of his head with both hands, pressing their foreheads together then reaching up to kiss him. it is a brief kiss, because it is hard to kiss and breathe and moan all at the same time, but it definitely relaxes her]
[relaxing is good, and so is hearing her start to lose it. he's going to go faster, as she gets more comfortable, soft groans escaping from the back of his throat]
[she makes a short keening noise as he changes speed, but she also starts trying to match it, pushing back to meet him. it takes her awhile to find the rhythm and she's holding on tightly to his neck, any scratching is absolutely incidental but also definitely happening]
You really don't have to hold back.
[he admits slowly]
I don't mind the scratching.
[using his words, but not even sure how much she's hearing him, but fuck this feels amazing, either way]
[he admits slowly]
I don't mind the scratching.
[using his words, but not even sure how much she's hearing him, but fuck this feels amazing, either way]
[whoops, relaxing her hands, a little sheepish]
I, ah, could tell. Mmm, so, I was trying . . .
[#caught]
I, ah, could tell. Mmm, so, I was trying . . .
[#caught]
Not a request to stop.
[look he just wanted to tell her to do more]
[look he just wanted to tell her to do more]
I did not think so . . .
[she winds her leg around his, trying to catch her own rhythm again. eventually, she just reaches up for a quick kiss and with the quickest, but not lightest, bite on his lip, then she digs nails in deep and hard down his back]
[she winds her leg around his, trying to catch her own rhythm again. eventually, she just reaches up for a quick kiss and with the quickest, but not lightest, bite on his lip, then she digs nails in deep and hard down his back]
[and honestly, he loves it. this is closer to what he's used to, what he enjoys, and he huffs a light moan into her mouth, picking up the speed]
Jay!
[unconsciously digging her nails in now, anchoring, while she arches into it and her toes curl, moaning and keening without abandon]
[unconsciously digging her nails in now, anchoring, while she arches into it and her toes curl, moaning and keening without abandon]
[his sight-- his.]
C'mon...
[it is very hot and-- normally he'd feel like this was just the beginning of the night. but he's definitely handicapped tonight.]
C'mon...
[it is very hot and-- normally he'd feel like this was just the beginning of the night. but he's definitely handicapped tonight.]
[what if he climbs your balcony and knocks on the glass door lightly]
[give her a few seconds of blearily looking around, mostly at her door, before catching on and getting up to come over, running a hand through her hair then opening the door]
Good morning?
Good morning?
Hey.
And I thought I had a rough night.
How you feeling?
And I thought I had a rough night.
How you feeling?
Rested.
[stepping back to let him in, checking how outside is]
What trouble did you get into?
[stepping back to let him in, checking how outside is]
What trouble did you get into?
Had a little too much fun with Griffin.
[so, rough morning, but he's managing. He'll step in, though.]
[so, rough morning, but he's managing. He'll step in, though.]
[laughs for a beat]
Oh no, how could you? He's awful with liquor on his own, worse with company.
Oh no, how could you? He's awful with liquor on his own, worse with company.
It was his idea.
[he grins a little, though, at the joke.]
But lesson learned.
[he grins a little, though, at the joke.]
But lesson learned.
Is it? You aren't doing too poorly?
[and closing the door, no thermal powers yet means it is cold]
[and closing the door, no thermal powers yet means it is cold]
After that shitshow...?
Feel a lot better, now, at least.
How about you?
Feel a lot better, now, at least.
How about you?
I meant, from your adventure last night.
But, yes, I am better. Still taking some time to fully recover.
[catching his hand and grabbing a seat on her bed]
But, yes, I am better. Still taking some time to fully recover.
[catching his hand and grabbing a seat on her bed]
How do you know last night wasn't what I was talking about?
[but he squeezes her hand back, and--]
Should I kick my shoes off this time?
[but he squeezes her hand back, and--]
Should I kick my shoes off this time?
You two really ought not be left alone with each other . . .
Yes, because neither them nor you will be invited back again should they remain. If you must ask, you know better.
Yes, because neither them nor you will be invited back again should they remain. If you must ask, you know better.
[look, they're rowdy, what can you say. but he'll kick off his shoes.]
Fiiiine.
[and then he'll sit with her on her bed.]
Fiiiine.
[and then he'll sit with her on her bed.]
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