[ Mmm he's a bit different once he's loosened up. Or maybe it's that she gave him a direct instruction. Either way, his responsiveness is the best sort of agreeable. ]
[ She's quite content to keep wrapped around him and kissing him as her back finds the mattress, and whenever he moves to shift away and divest her of what remains of her clothing she arches off the bed, head and body, to keep pressed against him for another fraction of a moment. Even when she falls back she's not idle, tossing her head playfully so her hair fans out, shifting just so that it'd be impossible not to take careful note of her shape and soft curves. ]
I expect you to make it back up here soon enough, but feel free to stop off along the way if you're so inclined. [ This body is her one unequivocally good feature, she may as well let people enjoy it however they like, especially when it's nothing but rewarding for her in every sense. ]
He's somewhat breathless by the time he breaks off the kiss, working to peel her clothes off with a certain eagerness certainly not displayed before now, admiring the view it grants him once they're removed.]
I wouldn't dream of leaving you long.
[Perhaps that's why, after the effort to strip away all the layers and the lace, he doesn't linger for long before he leans down to return to her, a hand gently brushing the side of her face, attention rapt.]
[ Propped up on an elbow, she watches him undress her with idle fascination. If her words inspired his enthusiasm, then direct orders it is. Her thoughts are interrupted, pleasantly, when he says -- ]
[ Outwardly the only change is a rim of gold circling her red-glowing eyes, reminiscent of long-burning embers; less obvious is the inward effect of his words, a twinge all the way to her knees, but the slow way she exhales speaks to a piece of it. She smiles up at him and nuzzles against his hand, not caring nor hardly noticing that this feeling is what sent her skittering away last time. Fear and desire are necessarily linked in a species where the only thing that can kill you is also your only option for a mate, and for good or ill -- it's decidedly both -- that's where the servant foible originates. ]
Tell me what you're thinking, [ her arms wrap around him so she can scratch along the base of both his wings, raising welts and encouraging those thoughts to be good ones ] and then kiss me.
[ If what he's thinking is along the lines of before, that he only wants to make her happy, this time she wouldn't mind at all. ]
[ How to make her happy, and is it possible -- as a big-picture question, unanswerable. But in this moment, fortunately, it's easily done. There's a reason she goes for sex, or fighting, as a form of bonding, and it's not (all) about physical pleasure: it's a release of restlessness, it's connection that focuses her past the constant whirling mess in her head. Physicality is the one arena in which she is whole and adequate. ]
[ All this is to say, he's already pleasing her perfectly well. She smiles against his mouth and kisses back, quickly notching up the intensity which is both genuine and a reward for his attentiveness. Her hands slide down his back and then trace his waistband so she can get at his pants fastening; hopefully it's straightforward enough to undo, she's been known to tear at things in this state, but failing that a good tug or two should send the message nicely. ]
Get these out of the way, to start. [ Whether they make it all the way off, she couldn't care less. She keeps kissing him, insistent and eager, so if he takes a moment before following directions that would be understandable. ]
[It certainly is a distraction - all of her distracts, visually and physically. But fortunately there is nothing particularly futuristic about his pants, just a fastener and a zipper, and a single hand is sufficient to undo both with minimal interruption to those soft, almost needy kisses.
There's still an eagerness to the motion, however. He's already hard; been as much for some time now, his own pleasure secondary to hers.]
[ If he had any doubt remaining that this is something she wants (instead of something she's allowing) the way she all-over shudders when he gets the last of his clothes out of the way should clarify matters. ]
Come on, then. [ She shouldn't need to spell it out, but if he needs a clear signal her hand finds the small of his back and yanks him closer, legs shifting around him, hips canting up against him in a way that's incredibly, delightfully distracting. ] Don't be gentle with me. [ It's unnecessary and drives her the wrong sort of mad, and for once someone might actually listen when she says it. ]
[ She makes a quiet sound in her throat, fighting the urge to bite again. It's better to wait, she knows, but she hates waiting. ]
[There's another hitch in his throat as her hips shift to meet his, and it's probably for the best she specifies, given how tentative he's been so far - wanting doesn't equate to doing, and for all he does to please people, this certainly isn't a request anyone's made of him before, since that would require actually being wanted to begin with.
His response isn't much more than an affirmative hum, but distraction rarely breeds eloquence, and he's much more occupied with pressing in, slow at first to ensure she meant what she said, but quick to begin rocking into her should there be no protest.]
[ Nothing like a protest -- if she knew he wondered that even now, she'd be more emphatic than the soft sigh she breaths when he moves. She might say a lot of dumb things but she's never dishonest, especially with someone so careful and uncertain. ]
[ She curls against him, her face finding the crook of his neck where she presses open-mouthed kisses in between winded, humid breaths. No biting just yet, though the longing is clearly there. Instead she listens for his pulse; this talent isn't useful for much, not exact enough to detect lies or decipher feelings, but it's enough to tell her the optimal time to feed: the more intense the reaction in her donor, the more potent their blood. So she'll wait until he's at that tipping point, one gentle nudge from overwhelmed. ]
[ Reaching for one of his hands wherever she finds it, she plucks at his wrist and aims to get his hand under her hip, an extra bit of leverage, a fulcrum for her hips which move with him in fluid counterpoint. Delighted to fall into whatever pace he likes. ]
[It's admittedly erratic at first, settling into a quick and more consistent pace. He is at least taking her at her word - don't be gentle, even if he seems incapable of ever being truly rough, either.
It's easy enough to guide his hand to her hip. His other quickly shifts to cradle her body to his, wings extending, wrapping around the two of them in a thin, feathery curtain, almost a second embrace of its own.
His pulse is quick, nearing but not quite to the edge, his lips occupied with pressing kisses into her hair - at least, when they aren't interrupted by soft sounds of pleasure. It would not be inaccurate to assume he's spent quite some time pent up, considering just how eager he is.]
[ She wouldn't mind rougher, but by the quiet, rhythmic sounds she's making, she has no complaints. When his wings fold around them she gasps, Venti's given her a bit of a thing for this, and the affectionate way he kisses her head, despite that he seems so urgent otherwise -- ]
[ This is what she meant by mutual benefit; he's pent up, probably in more ways than one, and she wants to help that. He wants to make people happy, she'll make sure to smile for him. If he thinks he's unlovable she'll prove him wrong, because she could never not care about someone willing to accept this side of her, or at least is willing to try. ]
[ Her feeding instinct won't let her pull away from his neck, yet for a short moment all she can think about is lifting her head so she can kiss him. And she will, after. ]
[ Instead she bares her fangs and tears into his neck, this time settling in to drink his blood, and she makes a muffled sound that would have been a full-throated moan if her mouth weren't happily full. Endorphins and oxytocin are delectable, and getting an echo of his pleasure is satisfying on a number of levels. Hopefully the sting of her bite combined with the effects of minor hypoxia -- other partners have told her it makes everything more intense -- will make it just as good on his end, and then she'll get a taste of that, too. ]
[The feeling of teeth tearing into his neck earns her a pleasurable groan, wings shuddering around them as he finally spills his seed, his grip on her body tightening out of reflex as though he were actually strong enough to ensure she stay put as he fills her.]
[ Holding her is always welcome, but he needn't worry, she wouldn't go anywhere. Being physically capable of shrugging him off is almost irrelevant, because in no other way is she capable of it. Her fangs withdraw and she swirls down a last mouthful of his blood, then sighs past red tinged lips and relaxes against him, arms and legs cradling him. ]
[ Once they've caught a bit of breath, she stirs, kissing under his jaw, his cheek, his mouth if he'll be so accommodating. She has a definite thing for afterglow kissing. ]
Still have 'no complaints', or do I get a better review now? [ Her tone is nothing but warm and affectionate, and maybe if he's relaxed enough he might banter a bit? If not it's nothing she'd be troubled over, she only hopes he's feeling good about this beyond just that she asked for it. ]
[As with just about everything before, it takes him a second - to catch his breath, yes, but also to realize she's begun kissing him, and to return that kiss in turn. At her words, there's a soft chuckle.]
That wasn't exactly a bad review to start. Like an A to an A+.
Ah. I'll take that. [ She guesses it's probably as close to fawning as Causality gets. ]
In case you're wondering, I couldn't be happier. [ She kisses him again, then pauses to chuckle. ] Well, maybe if there was a pile of junk food within reach.
It is. [ If she's exaggerating, it's only very lightly. It's not possible for her to undo the past or be genuinely at peace in the larger sense, so the happiest she gets is in the arms of someone whose company she quite likes. ]
Don't you dare move farther than it takes to roll over. [ She gives him a light squeeze, in case he gets any ideas. ] We'll just plan ahead next time.
[ Paying particular attention if he reacts to the 'next time' bit, which yes she is fully serious about. She doesn't joke about snacks! ]
[ Even apt as she is to take things overly personally, she just laughs. ]
You thought I was done with you that quickly? You're not off the hook that easily. [ Sorry man, you're stuck with her for the foreseeable future. Luckily she has a slew of bedmates and a significant other so it will only be a semi-major inconvenience. ]
...Unless this is your way of telling me to get out and never come back. In which case you might get smacked on my way out.
Why? [ She reaches up to brush his hair out of his face, she associates this gesture with comfort. ] Because I like you. Because this was fun. Because you give me something no one else can.
I suppose the alternative is that I'm lying about liking you so that I can talk myself into spending more time with someone whose company I don't even enjoy. But that seems a little crazy, no? Even for me.
[ She pauses, dropping the playfulness. ] I know you can't believe it. Maybe the time will come when you'll trust me a little. For now: disbelieve it all you like, as long as you don't shove me away.
[Interestingly, if she brushes the hair away from his right eye, it turns out there's a star shaped mark on his cheek.]
...I find it hard to believe there's no one else who could. [He's not particularly special; the opposite, in many ways.] But if that's what you wish for, I'd be happy to.
Then it's hard to believe. But my hair's still black as far as I know, so I'm not lying. [ She might need to remind him of her corruption a bunch, it's convenient. ] You don't have to understand why you're special to me, it's just how it is.
[ She thumbs over the star shape, curious but not willing to ask just yet. However... ]
Do you remember your real name along with your past?
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[ She's quite content to keep wrapped around him and kissing him as her back finds the mattress, and whenever he moves to shift away and divest her of what remains of her clothing she arches off the bed, head and body, to keep pressed against him for another fraction of a moment. Even when she falls back she's not idle, tossing her head playfully so her hair fans out, shifting just so that it'd be impossible not to take careful note of her shape and soft curves. ]
I expect you to make it back up here soon enough, but feel free to stop off along the way if you're so inclined. [ This body is her one unequivocally good feature, she may as well let people enjoy it however they like, especially when it's nothing but rewarding for her in every sense. ]
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He's somewhat breathless by the time he breaks off the kiss, working to peel her clothes off with a certain eagerness certainly not displayed before now, admiring the view it grants him once they're removed.]
I wouldn't dream of leaving you long.
[Perhaps that's why, after the effort to strip away all the layers and the lace, he doesn't linger for long before he leans down to return to her, a hand gently brushing the side of her face, attention rapt.]
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[ Outwardly the only change is a rim of gold circling her red-glowing eyes, reminiscent of long-burning embers; less obvious is the inward effect of his words, a twinge all the way to her knees, but the slow way she exhales speaks to a piece of it. She smiles up at him and nuzzles against his hand, not caring nor hardly noticing that this feeling is what sent her skittering away last time. Fear and desire are necessarily linked in a species where the only thing that can kill you is also your only option for a mate, and for good or ill -- it's decidedly both -- that's where the servant foible originates. ]
Tell me what you're thinking, [ her arms wrap around him so she can scratch along the base of both his wings, raising welts and encouraging those thoughts to be good ones ] and then kiss me.
[ If what he's thinking is along the lines of before, that he only wants to make her happy, this time she wouldn't mind at all. ]
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How could I make someone so beautiful happiest... if it's possible, anyway.
[Mildly self-deprecating, as usual, even if it's calmly stated as the weather, that faint smile ever in place.
But that wasn't all he was to do, was it?
His fingers twine lightly through the strands of her hair as he leans in to kiss her once more, exactly as commanded.]
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[ All this is to say, he's already pleasing her perfectly well. She smiles against his mouth and kisses back, quickly notching up the intensity which is both genuine and a reward for his attentiveness. Her hands slide down his back and then trace his waistband so she can get at his pants fastening; hopefully it's straightforward enough to undo, she's been known to tear at things in this state, but failing that a good tug or two should send the message nicely. ]
Get these out of the way, to start. [ Whether they make it all the way off, she couldn't care less. She keeps kissing him, insistent and eager, so if he takes a moment before following directions that would be understandable. ]
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There's still an eagerness to the motion, however. He's already hard; been as much for some time now, his own pleasure secondary to hers.]
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Come on, then. [ She shouldn't need to spell it out, but if he needs a clear signal her hand finds the small of his back and yanks him closer, legs shifting around him, hips canting up against him in a way that's incredibly, delightfully distracting. ] Don't be gentle with me. [ It's unnecessary and drives her the wrong sort of mad, and for once someone might actually listen when she says it. ]
[ She makes a quiet sound in her throat, fighting the urge to bite again. It's better to wait, she knows, but she hates waiting. ]
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His response isn't much more than an affirmative hum, but distraction rarely breeds eloquence, and he's much more occupied with pressing in, slow at first to ensure she meant what she said, but quick to begin rocking into her should there be no protest.]
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[ She curls against him, her face finding the crook of his neck where she presses open-mouthed kisses in between winded, humid breaths. No biting just yet, though the longing is clearly there. Instead she listens for his pulse; this talent isn't useful for much, not exact enough to detect lies or decipher feelings, but it's enough to tell her the optimal time to feed: the more intense the reaction in her donor, the more potent their blood. So she'll wait until he's at that tipping point, one gentle nudge from overwhelmed. ]
[ Reaching for one of his hands wherever she finds it, she plucks at his wrist and aims to get his hand under her hip, an extra bit of leverage, a fulcrum for her hips which move with him in fluid counterpoint. Delighted to fall into whatever pace he likes. ]
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It's easy enough to guide his hand to her hip. His other quickly shifts to cradle her body to his, wings extending, wrapping around the two of them in a thin, feathery curtain, almost a second embrace of its own.
His pulse is quick, nearing but not quite to the edge, his lips occupied with pressing kisses into her hair - at least, when they aren't interrupted by soft sounds of pleasure. It would not be inaccurate to assume he's spent quite some time pent up, considering just how eager he is.]
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[ This is what she meant by mutual benefit; he's pent up, probably in more ways than one, and she wants to help that. He wants to make people happy, she'll make sure to smile for him. If he thinks he's unlovable she'll prove him wrong, because she could never not care about someone willing to accept this side of her, or at least is willing to try. ]
[ Her feeding instinct won't let her pull away from his neck, yet for a short moment all she can think about is lifting her head so she can kiss him. And she will, after. ]
[ Instead she bares her fangs and tears into his neck, this time settling in to drink his blood, and she makes a muffled sound that would have been a full-throated moan if her mouth weren't happily full. Endorphins and oxytocin are delectable, and getting an echo of his pleasure is satisfying on a number of levels. Hopefully the sting of her bite combined with the effects of minor hypoxia -- other partners have told her it makes everything more intense -- will make it just as good on his end, and then she'll get a taste of that, too. ]
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[ Once they've caught a bit of breath, she stirs, kissing under his jaw, his cheek, his mouth if he'll be so accommodating. She has a definite thing for afterglow kissing. ]
Still have 'no complaints', or do I get a better review now? [ Her tone is nothing but warm and affectionate, and maybe if he's relaxed enough he might banter a bit? If not it's nothing she'd be troubled over, she only hopes he's feeling good about this beyond just that she asked for it. ]
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That wasn't exactly a bad review to start. Like an A to an A+.
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In case you're wondering, I couldn't be happier. [ She kisses him again, then pauses to chuckle. ] Well, maybe if there was a pile of junk food within reach.
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[That part, at least, is genuine. Even if she's exaggerating, if she enjoyed herself, that's the important part.
...Even if the kisses do feel good, too.]
I'd offer to fetch some for you, but...
[At least he's not so dense to think she'd actually want that right now.]
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Don't you dare move farther than it takes to roll over. [ She gives him a light squeeze, in case he gets any ideas. ] We'll just plan ahead next time.
[ Paying particular attention if he reacts to the 'next time' bit, which yes she is fully serious about.
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You thought I was done with you that quickly? You're not off the hook that easily. [ Sorry man, you're stuck with her for the foreseeable future. Luckily she has a slew of bedmates and a significant other so it will only be a semi-major inconvenience. ]
...Unless this is your way of telling me to get out and never come back. In which case you might get smacked on my way out.
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You just... decided quickly.
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Is it that you don't understand why I'd want there to be a next time, or that you think I'm being too presumptuous?
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...I'm not sure why you would want a next time.
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I suppose the alternative is that I'm lying about liking you so that I can talk myself into spending more time with someone whose company I don't even enjoy. But that seems a little crazy, no? Even for me.
[ She pauses, dropping the playfulness. ] I know you can't believe it. Maybe the time will come when you'll trust me a little. For now: disbelieve it all you like, as long as you don't shove me away.
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...I find it hard to believe there's no one else who could. [He's not particularly special; the opposite, in many ways.] But if that's what you wish for, I'd be happy to.
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[ She thumbs over the star shape, curious but not willing to ask just yet. However... ]
Do you remember your real name along with your past?
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