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[ And she'll guide his hands further, so they brush her hips and send her skirt fluttering down enough to step out of, leaving what's beneath it in place for now. One of his hands is released to do as he likes with, the other she glides down her leg to hook behind her knee as she swings a leg over him, as though he were pulling her rather than the opposite. She watches his face to ensure he's paying attention as she moves his hand again, up the back of her thigh to the small of her back, skimming along her flank and around her ribcage, over her breast and up her neck and into her hair. ]

You haven't disappointed me yet.

[ Her free hand reaches down to stroke along one of his wings, careful to move with the grain of the feathers, then along that sensitive area where his wing meets his back, since there's room for that with the design of the pillow. ]

How is it working?

I'll try to maintain that streak.

[Being proactive is far from a strength of his, but if that's what she wants - he'll certainly try, fingers threading through her hair.

He gives a soft, pleased sigh at the feeling of her hand along his back, right next to his wings.]

It works great. This is much more comfortable.

[ He won't need too much proactivity, that's why she's maneuvering his hand for him. She does release it, however, for the moment, since it's just where she wants it. And then leaning over like she's going to kiss him only to pause just short with a little smile as she digs her nails in at the base of his wing. ]

Good.

[ When she does lean that last inch down to meet his mouth there's a moment of softness before she bites his lip; not enough to truly damage anything, but enough to make her very enthusiastic about kissing him. ]

[He makes a soft sound as those nails dig into his back - another, as she bites down on his lip. And, well - who is he to deny that enthusiasm?

His lips part easily as he leans into the kiss, the hand not currently in her hair sliding appreciatively down her waist.]

[ It takes a long moment for his lip to stop bleeding, and another before she even tries to pull back. When she does she's a hint short of breath, and her glowing eyes have a rim of gold. ]

Kiss me where I show you. [ She slides his hand away from her waist and shifts his fingers so his first two are extended. Pay attention, now. ] Not gently, and not quickly.

[ Moving his hand so his fingers touch below her ear, then at her collarbone, then the front of her shoulder. She reaches up to move his other hand to the nape of her neck and she leans just a bit into that, her chin lifting to give him space to do as instructed. Testing, considering, very ready to give further directions. ]

[He does pay attention, eyes following as she maneuvers his hand. With a quick smile of acknowledgment(?) he leans in to kiss below her ear, scraping his teeth against the skin.]

[ A short inhale, and then a chuckle of amusement. ]

You do listen well, here I thought I'd have to ask for that. [ Her hand curls over the back of his head, distinctly encouraging. ] A bit harder, but don't draw blood. [ She is taking zero chances with that again. ]

[Humming affirmatively into her hair and biting down with more or less the same caution as before - letting his teeth sink in slowly so he has time to stop when commanded.]

[ As he bites down, her fingers curl into his hair and her back arches to shift her just a bit closer to him. ]

Right there. [ If he's sparing any attention for it, he'll hear that her voice is more breath than words. It's as much the careful, deliberate way he follows her directives as the physical touch. ]

[Stopping at that degree of pressure, then - making note of it, too, for the future.]

[ A soft note that might have been a sigh, or possibly a failed first attempt at speaking. Damn her weakness for someone following orders. ]

Keep going. [ If he hits the other two points she showed him before then perfect, though she's more interested in how he does it than where. ] I'll bite you back soon enough, I promise.

[Another soft affirmative sound, and the bite becomes a kiss, lips trailing down to her collarbone. Almost reverent in the way he sinks his teeth into the proffered skin once more.]

[ He's turning out to be quite the quick study, which surprises her a little; usually this takes confidence. Either way, judging by the soft, encouraging sounds she makes at the touch of his lips, punctuated with a tiny hiss when he bites again, she'll happily take it. ]

[ In case he needs some more explicit feedback: ] Don't stop.

[She did wish for this, after all. Looking up to her with something close to a smirk, he shifts to the front of her shoulder, biting down once more, breath warm against her skin.]

[ Sir, smirking at her is not going to get you dragged into bed less often. She chuckles around a winded breath. ]

Smartass. [ This is definitely, unmistakably a compliment. After a moment she pulls back from his mouth, grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him along with her as she stretches out on her back. ] You just talked yourself into some extra credit.

[ But first she intends to drag him on top of her so she can kiss that smirk right off his mouth, and this time it doesn't take any blood to catch her interest. ]

Oh, did I?

[Moving with her, leaning into the kiss with less hesitation than before.]

Mmhmm. [ Kissing him wins out over banter, especially when he's loosening up which is her favorite part of this. Her hands bunch the cloth of his shirt like she's going to tug it off, but no. Her hand curls around his to maneuver it as she did before, to show him where she wanted his mouth. ]

[ She breaks off the kiss so he can pay proper mind to what she's asking for. ] Let's see what that smart mouth can do.

[ His fingertips start at the hollow of her throat, moving down the midline of her chest and down to the ornament of her navel piercing, over to the turn of her hip where his fingers catch on soft black lace -- maybe she wants him to remove it? But no, she guides his touch down the top of her leg halfway to her knee, pauses, and then moves his fingers to brush up the inside of her thigh, slowly, and it's not quite clear who she's teasing. But it is only a tease, she guides his hand up the crook of her leg and back to her hip, brushing up her belly, and then slowly over the swell of her breast, up her neck where she turns her head to nip at his fingertips. ]

You've got all that? [ Distinctly challenging, unmistakably heated. ]

[A pause, the closest his gentle smile comes to disbelief - that she would be interested in so much from him of all people - but it remains a gentle smile nonetheless.]

I believe so.

[Shifting again - aiming to press his lips to her throat, right where she indicated at the start.]

[ It might comfort him that she considers this nothing special, but she wouldn't think to say something so obvious. In any case, the way his expression shifts the slightest bit gives her a feeling that she's right to ease him in, because this isn't very much at all. ]

You can use your tongue if it's not a good place for biting. [ Her fingers curl into his hair. ] I'll tell you if I have a specific request, otherwise do as you like.

[A hum - he does seem to enjoy the feeling of her hand in his hair. But with that direction, he begins in earnest, teeth scraping over her throat before he begins trailing his lips down her chest.]

[ Chuckling warmly, her grip on his hair tightens just a hint. Enough to keep his attention without being too distracting. And she sighs as he moves down her chest, keeping quiet for now, curious what he'll do if she leaves him to it for a bit. ]

[Down, down he goes, teeth catching briefly on that navel piercing before making his way to her hip, then thigh, slow and lingering. But it's on the inner part that he actually pauses. Not only his teeth, but also his tongue, evidently aiming to leave a mark if she'll allow it.]

[ When his teeth tug her piercing she hisses softly, it's still a bit sore, which isn't to say she minds. The real reaction happens when he bites at her thigh, the wordless sound she makes is more appreciation than surprise, but some of that too, and she tugs sharply on his hair, though not by any stretch trying to pull his mouth away. ]

Brazen thing. [ A bit winded now, yes ]

[He laughs softly into her skin before trailing down to the back of her knee, before making his way up once more - eyes on hers once he reaches her belly.]

[ Her hand slips out of his hair and to the back of his neck, her nails pressing divots in his skin with the threat of breaking it. And just watching him, propped on an elbow, curious whether it's her nature or both of theirs that has her feeling anything like a real connection only when they're doing this. ]

[ Nothing she's going to get fussed over, especially with better things to focus on. Her head falls back against the bed and she makes a soft, pleased sound. ]

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