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[sangreine]

[ So he can be a little less refined, given proper motivation. Good, she has no use for politeness just now. She presses forward, not quite gently, aiming to get him on his back against all the pillows. ]

[ Her hands move over him, both just to touch and trying to figure out how these things come off. Sentai clothes are not something she's used to, either. ]

[happydreamed]

[More than happy to melt into the pillows right now underneath her. He only lifts up a little to get his own shirt off over his head once it's unzipped. The henshin belt is needlessly complicated, of course, but at least after that it's relatively straightforward.]

[sangreine]

[ Away with the shirt then, and the belt, though she laughs quietly against his mouth as she needs a little help messing with it. She starts opening his pants, teasingly slow. ]

You still want to know how you taste? [ She's impatient, as she mentioned, but not so much that she can't pause for some taunting. ]

[happydreamed]

My curiosity is certainly roused.

[That's not the only thing that's roused, since he's half-hard already.]

[sangreine]

Good. [ By the smirk in her voice, she's not talking about his blood. Though her mouth does slide away from his and to his neck, licking over the sensitive spot where she bit him earlier, she doesn't linger there. She uses her fangs to graze lower on his neck, then his collarbone, while she gets his clothing shifted around enough to get a hand on him, see if she can't get him the rest of the way roused. ]

[ With her mouth hovering somewhere over his chest, she shoots him a heated look through her eyelashes. ] Let's see if I can't compete with the sky for your attention.

[ She did say that she takes good care of her donors, and she meant it. ]

[happydreamed]

You're - ahh - doing a wonderful job already.

[He props himself up on his elbow enough to watch what she's doing, threading a gentle hand into her hair as she works him the rest of the way to hardness.

It won't take long. HSS is known to be hot-blooded after all.]

[sangreine]

Oh? [ She pauses again, her hand lifting away. And huffing a breathy laugh on his stomach, glancing up at him, watching him watch her. ] And I was about to be at my utmost distracting, but if it's not necessary...

[ Leaning down to lick low on his stomach, so close to where he wants it. Two can play this teasing game, sir. ]

[happydreamed]

Now now, I didn't say that. [Successfully teased.] Please have mercy on me.

[sangreine]

Well... [ She makes a slow show of nosing his clothing aside (as if it weren't perfectly out of the way already). ] Since you asked so nicely.

[ And since he seems to be looking for a show she gives him one, laving up his length in one long, slow pull. And since her kind has no gag reflex to speak of she takes him all the way into her mouth, then waits and listens, curious. ]

[happydreamed]

Ah - Alizarin-

[It's impressive, frankly, that he manages to get that all out in one moan. His hand tightens in her hair before he forces it to relax, and his hips quiver with the effort of holding still. Even if she can't gag, no one likes to choke.]

[sangreine]

[ Worry not, she can take a lot more than a human woman could, his grip doesn't trouble her at all. Moving his hips might, but only because she wants to run this particular show. ]

[ She can't speak so instead she offers a lingering hum, knowing he'll feel it right where it counts. Her head moves, so slow it's bound to be as much torment as pleasure, and her throat flexes here and there. She's quite experienced with this, and loves to show it off. ]

[happydreamed]

[Torture of the best kind. Doctor pets her hair, trying not to sound too impatient when he speaks.]

Hhhh... Please don't tease so much...

[sangreine]

[ She hears the impatience even if it's not so saturated in his voice; all right, then. A tease yes, but she has no interest in being cruel (at present). ]

[ One last, long pull upwards, her tongue swirling at the apex, and then moving faster. She gives his hip a little tug, it's fine to move with her, she knows what she can handle. ]

[happydreamed]

[He doesn't need much encouragement to move. His hips start to roll into her motions, seeking more of that wet heat as he gasps her name again.

Definitely not paying any attention to the sky. What sky?]

[sangreine]

[ That's just the state of mind she was after, so no need to tease further. (She might, but some other time. People need to be eased into these things. Next time they'll work on him forgetting his medical training, temporarily.) ]

[ For now, she'll let him off easy, pun intended, following his lead to set the pace and letting him move as he needs to, her grip on his hip light and in no way restrictive. She only slows when he spills into her mouth, and then she withdraws slowly, stretches her arms overhead. She then drapes herself against his side, looking every inch like the cat that got the canary. ]

You taste wonderful. [ She sounds duly amused and assumes he won't give a damn. Mission report: filed successfully. ]

[happydreamed]

[She should sound amused, it's pretty funny. He takes a moment to catch his breath, idly petting her hair before he answers.]

Thank you, I'm pleased to hear it. But I wonder, has anyone ever told you how you taste?

[Probably less often than the reverse, considering.]

[sangreine]

[ All the goddamn time, actually... but ] I could stand to hear your opinion.

[ She rests her head on his shoulder, in no particular hurry. She's incredibly laid back about sex most of the time because, well, with her it's not so easy to get to the finish line, so to speak. However, her track record with inhumans is much better than with humans, so you never know. ] Rest a minute. I'm a lot of work.

[ And afterglow is the best part, no one should be rushed through it. ]

[happydreamed]

I'll happily spend as much time cuddling as you want.

[Afterglow IS the good shit. Alizarin is a woman of taste.]

[sangreine]

[ About this, yes she is! She isn't one to be fully idle so she occupies herself nuzzling into his shoulder, drawing her fingertips across his chest. This is as patient as she gets -- truly in no hurry, but keeping still is not her forte. ]

As I said, I'm in no rush to kick you out. We have the room as long as you care to stay in it.

[ She stretches up to kiss him, but it's lazy and aimless. She just likes kissing is all, and afterglow kissing is the absolute best, when loose-limbed and pleasantly tired. ]

[happydreamed]

Mmm. Much obliged.

[Kissing is great, and it gives him an opportunity to taste himself on her lips. He slides an arm around her waist to hold her loosely to him.]

[sangreine]

[ Not obliged at all, the way he holds her and kisses her is all she could want (or, failing that, just cuddles are fine, she's truly not picky as long as touching is involved). It's a bit surprising now accommodating he is, and she wonders if it's his nature to be so or whether they just happen to connect especially well in this way. ]

[ Regardless, there's no urgency in the way she kisses him, now the way her fingers slide over his shoulder to brush the back of his neck. The one benefit of not necessarily expecting to get off is that she never feels like she's waiting for anything and can just enjoy the moment, whatever it might be. ]

[happydreamed]

[Lazy kisses and cuddles are some of the finest things in life, right up there with petting cats. He could gladly stay like this for a long time, if not for his own desire to return the favor in full.

Eventually, his hands slowly stray to her hips.]

This isn't as complicated as the corset, I hope?

[sangreine]

Eager, are you? [ Corsets were just a way of life for so many centuries on Earth, it amuses her to no end that people get so easily frustrated by them. ] Actually, this skirt requires a ten digit passcode and water from the Holy Grail to open.

[ She's joking of course, and easily tugs down the side zipper. ] All yours.

[happydreamed]

And here I am without a Holy Grail on hand. [While tugging her skirt down her legs.] I fear by the time I quest for it and return, the mood will entirely be over.

[sangreine]

I have full confidence that you could recreate the mood any time you like. [ Either he's extremely good at that, or she's unusually susceptible... which is certainly true, to be fair. ] Not that I'm doing anything so ridiculous as suggesting you wait, of course. Flattering though it is that you'd undergo such hardship for my sake.