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[Oh, fuck, and then all he sees is skirts and her expression and even that isn't quite what he wants, but he's not sure if he wants her to direct it or for him to. He'd rather follow her directions, but all the same he'd rather feel the taste of her grinding against his mouth, feel her holding him down by the temples and grinding into him. To point it out would take it away.

All he has is body language, but he wants her to want it. If she doesn't, why bother at all.

So he nudges up, both with hips and with nuzzles, nose against nose - more, more, go on. Do what you want to. Do anything you want to.]

[ It doesn't matter either way because when she feels him respond her lips are on his, kissing him slowly and wholly, hand coming up to curl around his neck and keep him close. It takes a little balancing and a little more brain power that she's got at the moment but she manages to shift to the one spot she wants to be, bare, warm, slick skin just up against his cock, brushing up against him with one slow, subtle roll of her hips. She needs friction there, some sort of touch to help quell the dull, throbbing ache between her legs, anything for a little relief. ]

[He almost lets out a laugh right against her mouth but, after a short burst of air, recovers quick enough, taking a second to pull himself together before he leans his head back against the covers and tries to bring her down with him. Well. If that's what she wants he's got no problem with it. He shifts so that he's pressing back, basically rubbing himself against her with matching rolls of his hips while his hands find their way beneath the skirts to circle around, up, her thighs. And then, further up.]

[ As much as she enjoys grinding against his mouth it's just too much trouble to shift and move into that position at the moment, especially when she's as preoccupied with kissing his lips as she is right now.

She falls back with him, laughing softly as she kisses him, letting it melt into a sigh as she rocks against him slowly. ]

[For a few moments he's content with huffed kisses, warm, soft skin and soft lips and slow rocking, just feeling... But she's wound him up way too much for that to last very long, and without her taking the reigns and the fact that he no longer feels the need to be so, so cautious, so very careful with her, he starts to slip back into old habits. Pliant kisses slide into nips and something just a little more bruising, his hands on her thighs stop caressing and slide up to grip at her ass, and their slow rocking is turning into something more akin to thrusting on his end.]

[ For a moment she doesn't even realize what's happening, so caught up in him and the way he feels beneath her that she doesn't realize just how hard he's kissing her until their lips are crushing and teeth are scraping together. Then she feels his large hands take hold of her and his hips thrust up, earning a soft, breathy gasp against his lips.

At first she feels a knot in her stomach but it quickly melts into something else, a tingle running down her veins like static and pulsing between her legs, making her flush a deep pink. ]

[When she gasps he rips his lips away to nose at her cheek, and while it's still prodding and insistent and wanting it's still just as intimate as any kiss could be. That's something he's never given to anyone else and he'll give it over readily to her, that closeness which a gesture so small implies.

He's waiting on her to make that final move, even if his huffs and hips and sweaty palms grow increasingly haphazard and wanton at the feel and sound and smell of her above him - it's not careful, but it's not as pushy as he was, earlier. He won't go that far. Insistent, yeah, but not demanding.]

[ She takes the moment to draw in a deep, shaky breath when he breaks their kiss, sighing softly into his ear as she curls her arm around his neck. Slowly, she drags her free hand down his collarbone and chest, touching, urging, pushing back as they get lost in each other. When she has him like this it's hard for her not to leg go. He makes her feel wanted and sexy-- like she's the only woman who could ever make him feel this way and it makes her feel good.

On the other hand, despite it all, she knows he won't make a move without her consent. It's a small habit that she's come to realize is just a protected layer of respect. She appreciates it, even admires it. It just goes to show that even when he's at his limits he's thinking about her and what she wants as well.

And what she wants is to hear him moan and lose control. It only takes her a few moments to shift a little higher, aligning herself with one slow, fluid motion before she's slowly sinking onto him, lips parting to let out a soft mewl, her cheeks blushing pink and eyes fluttering but lidded and dark and locked on his. Everything in her expression is telling him to watch her, to see what he does to her, to LOOK at the pleasure in her eyes as she takes him wholly. ]

[At first his breath simply halts where it is, gripping his chest and stopping his heart and choking in a knot halfway up his throat. This is - new. She's liked sex, yeah. And she's batted her lashes, teased him, looked up while placing his hand upon her breast or while sucking him off, looked down while jacking him off, mewled as he grinds her against the kitchen counters and she's blushed more times than he knows.

But she's never demanded-

She's never been demanding. So that on top of her looking at him; her, on top, ordering him.

He does moan, quiet and low and all too ready to see more, but cuts himself off because even now he can't quite bring himself to let go completely. Doesn't trust himself to.]

[ At the same time, she doesn't think she's ordering at all, just giving the permission he's always waiting for, giving him the okay, letting him know that she wants this and that it's alright. So when he cuts off that low, beautiful moan she gives her head a shake and draws herself closer to him, breath already heavy against his lips, rocking against him as her fingers curl around his neck and play at the ends of his hair, urging him to keep going, her encouragements soft and wanting. ]

Please, don't hold back. [ Kisses his lips. ] I want you so much it hurts...

[It all ends up being the same thing in his mind, some strange and tangled thing that he's glad not to have to explain and that he can only hope she gets. Ordering him to act, permitting him to do as he pleases, it doesn't matter how it's framed so long as the lines are there and that they both know where they are.

More important is that they both know that they know... he jerks up against her hips and arches back when she touches him just so, lets his breath lurch its way in and out and still doesn't meet her eyes, gives a huff and a short shake of his head - he won't. Can't. Something. He won't push them over that edge, not tonight, and that he's even willing to admit there's an edge makes him blush, furiously. That he feels bad about it? Makes him blush all the way to the tops of his ears.]

[ She mirrors the head shake when he does it, fingers threading into his hair, keeping him as close as she can as she rocks a little harder into him, trying to coax him out of this hesitance of his, just like she tries to do every time they're like this. It's always "not tonight", but if not tonight then when? ]

No, don't do that... Don't tell me no again. Please-- I want it too. You know I want it too.

No - y'didn't.

[He doesn't mean it to be accusing and it doesn't come out like that, either, between his caution and how damn distracted he is when she meets him. Other than the breathlessness, and his low, strangled tone, it just sounds like any other fact that he'd like to establish and move on from. The way she touches him does just enough to strip his voice bare, the way she sounds is good enough to rip what he's thinking away from his throat, too.]

If ya don't, I don't.

[There's nothing more true than that, and he finally, finally, meets her eyes.]

[ When their eyes meet it feels like there's a surge that goes through her, something clear and tingly and a little sharp piercing through her like a searing hot blade. Once she locks her clear, dark eyes on his she doesn't let his gaze go, as though she's FORCING him keep looking at her as she speaks, cheeks pink and lips parted just slightly, compensating for the breathlessness she's feeling. ]

But if I do...

[ She's so close she can feel the heat coming from his body, her lips brushing his as she speaks. ]

If I do, so do you--

[ She says it so matter of factly that it almost seems like she's been torturing him all these centuries on purpose. She hasn't, obviously, but she's on the ropes, doing what she can for a response in her favor. She wants to cross that line with him. She wants it now, not possibly maybe a hundred years from now. ]

[For a moment it seems like he's going to lock up under the combination of being struck staring back at her and what she says, but really it's just something so unexpected and amazing and yes, hell yes in the pit of his stomach that it trips him up for a good seven seconds.]

Yeah, [and it rushes out as a sigh, his shoulders relaxing even as the line of his spine tenses up and his hips meet hers in response, before he repeats it. Yeah, and that one comes out as a muffled groan spoken over the press of his lips agains hers more than anything, and a tightening of his fingers, and another jerk up into her heat.

He'd agree with something more substantial than "yeah", say "I do", maybe, but those words in particular would be - weird. So he pulls back to hold that deep gaze of hers, swallows, blushes, nods as his eyes go half-lidded in the face of it all. Lets his body respond where words fail.]

[ Elation. In that moment she almost can't believe that she finally got through to him but when she feels his body respond, feels him relax under her and push up to meet her hips she feels a wave of surprise and anticipation wash over her.

She kisses him back, looking back at him when he pulls away to look at her, eyes locking with his as her fingers rake through his hair, letting out a low, shaky breath as she continues to rock against him, easing him into it. ]

[He's moving with the (perhaps mistaken) idea that she'll let him know before she's uncomfortable, before he reaches that line and crosses it in a bound and he has to draw back. Already.]

Just - [She's kissing him like she's happy, she's rocking and looking like she's happy, and it's weird to think of sex as happy, huh? But she's always been infectious like that. When she's elated the entire goddamn world around her can't help but feel it, and he does. Still worried though, and part of that slips out into a moan as he moves below her - worried and exhilarated and it's like some goddamn drug that leaves him shaking because who knows what comes next and he needs more of it anyway.]

Y'gotta - tell me. I would.

[And like being drugged, that makes total sense to him now, and will sound like gibberish if he thinks on it later.]

[ She assumes at this point they're on the same page, that nothing is going to stop this and that they'll both completely let go. She's already halfway there, kissing his lips and dragging her lips down his jaw, breathing heavily as she holds him close and nips at his earlobe. ]

T-Tell you what?

If it's not -

[If it's not what she wants but the rest get lost in a low groan when she nips at him, and the next buck up of his hips is harsh, suddenly his hands are clawing all over her. Her hips and her waist and up further to grope at her through the fabric of that dress.]

[ The question leaves her mind when he thrusts into her, the force and sudden harshness making her mind go blank for a moment as she reels from the sensation. It doesn't hit her that he's really responding the way he is until she feels his hands, big, strong, familiar hands reaching and clawing and groping in a new, unfamiliar way. It's exciting and bold and brash and she gets caught up in it quicker than she anticipates, shrugging her shoulders. ]

H-Hah, the zipper... in the back-- n-nngh...

[It's just as exciting to him, but for an entirely different set of reasons. Or so he thinks. Clawing her out out of her dress isn't as imperative as feeling her through it, as the feel of them meeting beneath it. And he has no desire to undress her, exactly - why he wants her in the dress is something else entirely, and it's nothing he wishes to explore. Not now, when she's pressing back and moaning against him and all he wants to do is just go with it, go with what she seems to like.

But she does say zipper. And he ignores it, almost. Keeps moving up into her and keeps groping and turns his head, once - no, keep it on.]

[ He doesn't have to undress her per say... but a little room to move in a loosened dress would be nice. He can touch her and grope her all he wants to and she doesn't plan on moving away or slowing down now that they're like this.

When he turns his head she dips hers down to nip at his jaw, her fingers threading into his hair, curling into it and trying to keep him right where he is as she kisses and sucks on his skin, grazing her teeth over his neck and rocking harder into him. ]

[If she wants to be undressed, she's going to have to do it herself at this point. There's just something about her in a nice dress, the neglected gathering and crinkling of skirts about their waists, the possibility that what they're doing will fuck it up and send it to the dry-cleaners - and now, something about her in that dress in particular - the one he not only bought, but ordered, detailed, specifically - and feeling it between them, over her curves and the feeling of her curves under it...

Between her teeth and the fabric he lets out an odd little sound, grips anything he can into his fingers and digs his heels into the blanket. Bucks up, thrusts up, relentless - and close. Not that he wants to be, but after this much? He is. It's almost embarassing.]

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I'm so sorry I'm forever slow. ;_;

Pffffff I'll wait forever hush you /o/

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