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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

[ She looks at him for a long moment after he says it. Any other time she would press, she would start with the "Don't what"s until she got an answer or he walked away. But this time she doesn't press. He told her so much in one little statement. And she can hardly fight it back when she leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek, pulling away with a sweet smile on her face. ]

[handelaar]

[One part of him thinks "oh hell" and the other is too busy blushing furiously over the fact that she got what he meant. And then blushing because she can probably feel him blushing. And then blushing again because she got what he meant and she's not laughing or giggling or anything and maybe that's worse with nothing to diffuse it -

He doesn't turn to look at her, instead scowls up at fucking Deneb and waits for his cheeks (himself maybe) to cool down.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She can see his blush in the dim glow of the night shy, noticing how his brow wrinkles in a scowl as he pointedly keeps looking up. Oops, she got him flustered. But it's alright.

She smiles as she shifts into his side, snaking an arm around his middle as she leans in close to brush her nose against the shell of his ear, murmuring to him in a tone meant only for him. ]

Wanna see if we can make the sky light up too?

[handelaar]

[...normally something like that would make him roll his eyes, but all he can really do is blush and swallow. Maybe it's because he can feel her ask more than hear it, or maybe it's because she's close and warm and giving and very, very present, or maybe -

Who cares. Slow and careful, sure to keep close and touching, he turns onto his side to mirror her and finally remembers enough to nod when he meets her eyes. Yes. Yes he does.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She watches him as he shifts and their eyes meet, her gaze soft but locked on his as he nods. She gives him another sweet smile, grateful that that seemed to have sparked his interest... not that she has to do too much to spark it these days.

She lowers her arm, laying it flat on the blanket, fingers brushing the soft grass as she lays her head on her arm, gaze still locked with his, head tilting in a way to catch the moonlight, making them look bright and clear even in the dark. She brings her other arm up, cupping his cheek and brushing his skin lightly with her thumb. ]

[handelaar]

[White's a good color on her too, he thinks, and for a few moments he simply drinks in the sight of her - even her touch doesn't do much to snap him out of it, just drags him in. He places a hand on her side, bare and light, fingertips brushing the fabric of her dress like he's testing it before they finally settle. Licks his lips because that heavy sort of tension, the anticipation, is building already.

Feels like drowning, if drowning didn't suck.]

[bellabelgium]

[ The touch is slow and tender, and if not for the shield of fabric between them she knows it might have even made her shiver. She has no doubts that he put a lot of thought into this dress when he bought it for her birthday; the color, the length, the fit, the way the fabric hugs her curves and flows off her waist. Being the stickler for detail that he is, she's positive at least a days worth of thoughts and consideration went into this dress for moments like this and she can only hope that he's as happy with the decision as she is.

Gaze locked, she takes a moment to revel in his touch, in his admiration-- watching as he licks his lips and for reasons she can't begin to anticipate trying to fathom, it pulls her in. The light, inviting sheen on his lips overwhelming her with the desire to just lean up and taste him, take him for herself. ]

ffff where's my kissing icon

[handelaar]

[Thinking of what, exactly, to pick for her - that wasn't the hard part. That was something he'd thought about off and on for almost a year now, but it'd been perfected in his mind and ultimately the hard part was finding something good enough, close enough, without getting it custom ordered or some shit like that. He definitely kept an eye out, occasionally had gone out to stores, and had gotten accosted by too many touchy saleswomen.

When Alex split a pile of gold with him he knew exactly what his splurge would be. Not that he'll ever, ever tell her. Or anyone but the kid, probably, and that's only if he asks.

But he's not thinking about gold or Euros or anything like that right now, just about how she feels beneath his palm as he runs his hand down her side, up her hip, lets out a long breath as he kisses her back. Hums, low and surprised. Doesn't pull back, but he lets her do what she wants to.]

[bellabelgium]

[ And at the moment, all she wants to do is kiss him. Kiss him forever. Kiss him until she can't endure the burn in her lungs anymore. She knows if there was a way to just be like this forever, then he would agree to it in a heartbeat-- then again, ideas like that when high aren't generally the best ideas.

But right now it seems like the best idea she's ever had. ]

[handelaar]

[The moment - he lets it go on as long as he can, but all of it ends up colliding and pushing him to move. Her dress beneath his hand and the urge to slide it lower, to feel the gather of her skirts and know he's that much closer to drawing them up her thighs, the sounds and chirps, the close heat of the night pressing in, the scent of her hair and dew and everything around them, and he could swear he already smells the damp sheen of her sweat but that is probably him, wanting.

And he is - wanting - though he's not paying attention. His body speaks for him well enough, though, and he presses against her, insistent, but not quite pushy. Not yet.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Insistent is one way to put it, but she can hardly care, not with the way this is happening-- not with the way he's making her feel.

She can feel all of him against him, the warmth of his skin, the tug and pull of his clothes against hers, his hair soft between her fingers-- she drinks it all in like some intoxicating drug, absorbing his very essence though his lips. ]

[handelaar]

[She doesn't push back hard enough, so he topples them both around, and down, to hit the ground with his knuckles knocking below her shoulders and her spine hitting the soil and his hips grinding her further and he doesn't really care if they're all one solid push against the ground or if they're fragments shattered against one solid splintered unforgiving thing by circumstance.

He wants to know how they are, not where, and the way he looks at her through all of it is telling enough.]

[bellabelgium]

[ To say it takes her by surprise would be an understatement, blinking up at him when she's suddenly on her back, her breath catching in her throat when she feels him grind down against her, the fluid motion in his hips making her eyes go wide as a sudden wave of arousal rips through her body unexpectedly. ]

[handelaar]

[He looks back at her, eyes dark and close and unblinking - and normally this is the part where he realizes he's crossed one of his own weird mental triplines and scrambles back, and he can feel the urge to pull shut it down and pull away. It's written all over his face, even with the moonlight at his back. But after he sucks in his own breath he simply stills himself and studies her expression. Waits. Maybe asking, though he doesn't really know it. Is this okay?]

[bellabelgium]

[ It may have taken her by surprise but it's more than just okay. Since they've been together she's wanted him to loosen up more, be a little selfish, to lose himself in his passion and just take her-- this is the closest they've gotten to anything like that.

She peels her eyes open when he stops, looking up at him and noting just how close he is, just how warm he is, just how solid he feels against her, and all she can do is give him a desperate look. ]

D-Don't stop. Please...

[handelaar]

[After so, so, much time spent holding things back, it feels wrong not to. Like it might wreck things between them, ruin things. Holding back is safe and letting go is not and that's part of what usually makes him backpedal, far more careful with her and them than he is with most anything else.

But she's essentially demanding he doesn't - she might say please and the look she gives him might border on pleading - but he'll do almost anything to keep her from looking at him like that. Unfulfilled.

So he swallows, nods, throws himself back into it by way of shoving his hips straight into hers, his lips straight onto hers, and one hand skipping and tearing down her skirts as the other wrenches its way into her hair.]

Never got a notif for this!!

[bellabelgium]

[ He has yet to leave her unfulfilled, his record on that is actually quite low. It's the passion that she wants, that she LONGS for-- that ability to just completely lose themselves in each other, in the heat of the moment, the scent of sweat, the way his breath sounds panting in her ear, the wild, awestruck look in his eyes, she wants it all... to just drink it up, bathe in it, absorb it until she's saturated in it.

The response is immediate when he dives in again, letting out a soft mewl as she meets him eagerly, shifting to cradle him between her legs, welcoming his kiss, hands coming up to cup his cheek and curl around his neck as his tangle in her hair. ]

[handelaar]

[While the kiss is desperate, something bordering on bruising, and surely she can feel just how hard he's breathing and how fast his pulse is flying and the thrum of his arousal against her hip - the rest of his body doesn't quite move to match it. His fingers loosen in her hair and he rocks against her, motion slow but no less intense for it, like he has all the time in the world to press against her - and he does.

They're not going anywhere. Greedy as he is, he knows it, and right now he wants to stretch out every moment he has to feel her curves press against him (however insistent), use every shuddering breath to breathe her in, take the time to tease them both when the hand on her skirt plays at the hem, skims over her knee, and doesn't slide up.]