[ But she's not going to be any help with those laces, instead she's just going to watch him struggle and hope she can make the process very frustrating. So she gives him a kiss, slow but intense and very thorough. ]
[On the one hand, being so intensely kissed does make the process of undoing laces much more difficult and complicated.
On the other hand, this is one of those scenarios where he will just rip the laces open. She might not have gotten to keep these clothes anyway, it's fine.]
[ Technically these are her normal clothes, just changed into the skimpiest option possible. ]
Mmm. You realize moves like that aren't going to convince me to behave in the future. [ But this is the furthest thing from a complaint possible, and she kisses down his neck enthusiastically while he tears at her clothes. ]
Whichever version of you, I'll take just as much joy in whittling down his willpower.
[ She sighs dreamily and leans back against the wall to give him as much space as he likes. But one good rub deserves another, so the front of his pants it is. Just how interested are you, hm? ]
It is nice you know you can still have such a reaction. Sometimes I worry.
How are you going to get me back to the hotel after we're done here, hm? I'll be Lady Godiva with short hair.
[ Does she care? Not really. Just curious. And he can ponder that while she gets his pants open without actually tearing anything and feels around with her other hand for something to hoist herself up by. ]
[Thanks for not destroying his pants, though, he appreciates that and will even more once his head is clear. He kicks them off, and his underwear soon joins them on the ground.]
[ Ah, this outcropping will do nicely. One one of her arms goes around his shoulders and the other grabs onto whatever thing is above her head so she can pull herself up and get her legs around him, aren't you lucky she can hold her own weight up with one hand, Doctor? Your back will thank her if nothing else. ]
Don't let all your clothing destruction go to waste, now. [ Don't let the words fool you, she's quite breathless, needy, eager -- every bit as much as he is. ]
[He absolutely would end up dropping her so good call there.]
I wouldn't dream of it.
[He takes himself in hand and lines up carefully with her, before pressing in in a single motion. No matter how many times they do this, that first moment of feeling her around him will always take his breath away.]
[ She knows fully well that all her partners except Lupine are adorable weaklings, luckily she's strong enough for all of you. Her hold is such that she can swing herself freely, she's like having a very portable and very fleshy sex swing, really. ]
[ Her other arm tugs him closer so she can half kiss him half gasp against his mouth, and her legs yank him flush against her. If she gets her way, the rest of the city could come meandering around the corner and he wouldn't even notice. ]
Tell me something good, won't you? [ If he can't speak, well, that's a whole different kind of compliment. ]
[He would very much prefer that they did not! But at the moment he probably would not notice, it's true.]
You are stunning. [He starts up a slow rhythm, pressing into her as deeply as he can with each motion.] You make me - make me unable to think of anything but you.
[ Good start, there. She told him before to watch her eyes to gauge how distracted she is, and if he looks now he'll see that the red is quickly fading beneath a sea of swirling gold. ]
How lucky I am to be the only one in your head. [ Her shoulders press against the brick so she can leverage herself against him, a fulcrum for her rocking hips. ] All I want in the world is to be most important to you.
[ At that harder push, the words that accompany it, her singer's voice fills the space around them, a fading starburst that cares as little for how nearly public this is as the rest of her. ] Do that again -- harder.
[ Typically she moves with him, responsive, smooth as butter in a warm pan; right now she's insistent, greedy, limbs taut around him with the gale-force of her instinct scratching at her. She wants his world consumed by the filthy-sweet friction of her around him. ]
I want to bite you. [ Her voice is low and humid against his ear. Thanks to her truth compulsion she announces it rather than take what she wants, fangs first. ] I want to taste how much you want me.
And I'm yours. [ She shudders as she speaks, so forceful in her agreement that the whole of her trembles, and the last bit of red in her eyes is swallowed by gold. ] I love you.
[ Being more free with those words just now isn't incidental, it's being unable to keep the truth behind her lips. The words still stick in her throat sometimes, juvenile fears of cursing her good fortune. ]
[ She stoops down, shoulder stretching, just fingertips on her handhold so she can kiss her way down his carotid to the spot where it branches beside the jugular, the blood oxygen-rich and hormone-flush. And she bites without further prelude, savoring the delectable tang to his blood as it swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
[It's always a rush to be bitten by her, his mind going pleasantly hazy and lightheaded. He doesn't slow in his motions - if anything, he picks up his pace, pouring all his love and desire for her in every thrust.]
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Day 494, post-Minesweeper
Make it sound like a chore, why don't you. [ But she doesn't argue with results, so she shrugs off his jacket and tugs him close. ]
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[Already working on those laces for her.]
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[ But she's not going to be any help with those laces, instead she's just going to watch him struggle and hope she can make the process very frustrating. So she gives him a kiss, slow but intense and very thorough. ]
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On the other hand, this is one of those scenarios where he will just rip the laces open. She might not have gotten to keep these clothes anyway, it's fine.]
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Mmm. You realize moves like that aren't going to convince me to behave in the future. [ But this is the furthest thing from a complaint possible, and she kisses down his neck enthusiastically while he tears at her clothes. ]
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[Right now he just needs her to be more naked. As soon as the corset is off he rubs and squeezes, leaving love bites over bare skin.]
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[ She sighs dreamily and leans back against the wall to give him as much space as he likes. But one good rub deserves another, so the front of his pants it is. Just how interested are you, hm? ]
It is nice you know you can still have such a reaction. Sometimes I worry.
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My dear, there is hardly an intimate moment in which I don't want to ravish you. Or be ravished, depending on your mood.
[To demonstrate, her underwear is also getting ripped. Bye.]
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How are you going to get me back to the hotel after we're done here, hm? I'll be Lady Godiva with short hair.
[ Does she care? Not really. Just curious. And he can ponder that while she gets his pants open without actually tearing anything and feels around with her other hand for something to hoist herself up by. ]
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[Thanks for not destroying his pants, though, he appreciates that and will even more once his head is clear. He kicks them off, and his underwear soon joins them on the ground.]
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[ Ah, this outcropping will do nicely. One one of her arms goes around his shoulders and the other grabs onto whatever thing is above her head so she can pull herself up and get her legs around him, aren't you lucky she can hold her own weight up with one hand, Doctor? Your back will thank her if nothing else. ]
Don't let all your clothing destruction go to waste, now. [ Don't let the words fool you, she's quite breathless, needy, eager -- every bit as much as he is. ]
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I wouldn't dream of it.
[He takes himself in hand and lines up carefully with her, before pressing in in a single motion. No matter how many times they do this, that first moment of feeling her around him will always take his breath away.]
Aliza...
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[ Her other arm tugs him closer so she can half kiss him half gasp against his mouth, and her legs yank him flush against her. If she gets her way, the rest of the city could come meandering around the corner and he wouldn't even notice. ]
Tell me something good, won't you? [ If he can't speak, well, that's a whole different kind of compliment. ]
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You are stunning. [He starts up a slow rhythm, pressing into her as deeply as he can with each motion.] You make me - make me unable to think of anything but you.
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How lucky I am to be the only one in your head. [ Her shoulders press against the brick so she can leverage herself against him, a fulcrum for her rocking hips. ] All I want in the world is to be most important to you.
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[He cuts off there as a particularly deep thrust makes him shudder, and his pace picks up.]
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[ Typically she moves with him, responsive, smooth as butter in a warm pan; right now she's insistent, greedy, limbs taut around him with the gale-force of her instinct scratching at her. She wants his world consumed by the filthy-sweet friction of her around him. ]
I want to bite you. [ Her voice is low and humid against his ear. Thanks to her truth compulsion she announces it rather than take what she wants, fangs first. ] I want to taste how much you want me.
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[Everything he has is hers to take, even though he knows she'll never take too much.]
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[ Being more free with those words just now isn't incidental, it's being unable to keep the truth behind her lips. The words still stick in her throat sometimes, juvenile fears of cursing her good fortune. ]
[ She stoops down, shoulder stretching, just fingertips on her handhold so she can kiss her way down his carotid to the spot where it branches beside the jugular, the blood oxygen-rich and hormone-flush. And she bites without further prelude, savoring the delectable tang to his blood as it swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
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Aliza, Aliza, I love you-