[ 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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[ 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-