wotanon | dreampost: even more after dark edition

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[Her cheek is hot now, flush spread down her neck and up her ears, and she's the one ducking her head a little (though notably not away from his touch).

Regrouping is apparently tougher than expected, and she breaks off to swallow, throat dry. The rest comes out softer than she'd meant it to sound, but still mostly in character, if dulled a bit by the blush]

I, guess, I could consider it. If 'good' is what you want me to be.

I mean... it's your call, yeah? Carrot or stick. You wanna push, I'll push back.

Gotta see about - what was it, solidifying power. What kinda master'd just let you run wild?

[He reaches the other hand up, to cup the other side of her face - strokes his thumb along the line of her jaw, gentle.]

But if you're real good, I got an excuse to give you a reward later.

[...Honestly she had not expected such a difficult decision.

Honestly, she'd figured he'd back down and she'd let up, as usual. And again, she has no reason to be contrary other than the joy of saying no--she feels like it's pretty obvious she doesn't have anything against touching him--being touched by him (his hands feel so cool against her face and it's)--

--It's hard not to want to push a little, especially knowing he's in on the game...it's hard not to want to see how much he'll challenge; how far he'll go. And surely that's the only reason her pulse rushes so, why she's so aware of the space between them and where they've met; why her mouth keeps running]

...Or, you could give me a reward now...pay it forward.

...okay.

Yeah. Sure. I can be, like - benevolent.

[He hesitates - bites at his lip.]

[He's painfully aware of how little space there is between them, and of how warm her face is, and of the touch of her hand still on his waist.]

Then, your next order is - tell me what reward you want. What - what you want most, right now.

[She wants an awful lot of things.

What she does is lean in, drops a soft little kiss on his mouth.]

[He goes absolutely stock still for a second, eyes growing wide.]

[The hands on her face tremble; he just stares, like he can't quite believe - like he didn't dare quite believe -]

[Then he presses forward, so very careful, leaning in to reciprocate.]

[She lets him be careful. Her hands flutter at his waist, gentle.]

[The hand on one of her cheeks smooths backward, soft, the fingers carding through her hair.]

[He takes a half-step forward, not quite closing the space left between them, but bridging the gap a little more.]

[A shiver and a hum and she parts her lips a little, careful. Lets the grip at his waist become a little more present, but otherwise lets him lead]

[He takes the parted lips as an invitation - presses in a little nearer, and tips her head, attempting to deepen the kiss.]

[Lets him do that, too, slowly, tentatively angling so that their mouths can fit together more neatly.]

[The hand still cupping the side of her face trails downward - flounders, for a second, like it isn't quite sure what to do with itself. It settles on her back, and he takes that last half-step nearer, so that he can get it around her in a proper embrace.]

[They're not pressed up against each other, but the space between them is much smaller, now; he can feel the warmth of her, even where they're not touching, and he shivers again, keenly aware of that space.]

[The touch of his tongue at her lower lip, when it comes, feels tentative - cautious, as though he's not quite sure if this is all right.]

[She shivers at the cool of his tongue, hesitating a little herself and hands adjusting their grip on his waist. But when he comes prodding again, she catches it between her lips, tugging gently. Which is kind of the opposite of hesitation, but she's never been that great at patience.]

[Oh. Well.]

[It's definitely hard to say no to that, and anyway - anyway, he doesn't want to.]

[His tongue takes the invitation; he tips his head a little, to try and get a better angle, and the kiss is exploratory and slow, a little clumsy. The hand in her hair strokes, gentle, all the way down to settle at the back of her neck, fingers toying absently with the soft hair at the base of the skull.]

[She shivers again at the chill touch at her neck, draws in a little breath from his mouth. But (mostly) she doesn't rush, letting him take his time...feel his way forward.]

[And he does feel his way forward; even though he's uncertain, he's plainly eager, as well. His tongue licks into her mouth, and the fingers in her hair brush back and forth, back and forth.]

[He's never been more aware of anything than he is of the remaining inch between them. He doesn't close the distance, but god, does it take effort to resist the urge to do so.]

[She falls into him with a sigh; welcomes his tongue with (mostly) light suction. Draws his lower lip between hers just for the feel of it popping into her mouth, the smoothness as she grazes her teeth over the sensitive skin.

Her hands finally drift over to the small of his back and returning, the smoothness of the fabric making it easier to keep up a rhythm]

[He shivers again, hard, at the feel of her teeth on his lip; it's a full-body shudder that she can feel where her hands are on his back. All at once, the rest of his willpower seems to give. He presses forward, almost desperate, and closes that last little bit of space.]

[The kiss is still clumsy, but he makes up for it in earnestness; he kisses her like he's been drowning for a long, long time, and he didn't realize how much he needed her to breathe until just now, when he's gotten a little taste.]

[She doesn't expect the sudden almost overwhelming intensity of it, and she chirps out a surprised little sound that's swallowed into his mouth.

But it's honest and it's him, and the noise she makes a few moments later is a pleased hum. Her pulse beats quick as she wraps her arms tighter around him, kisses back with relish]

[His other arm loops around her and draws her in, settling around her waist; the one in her hair curls in a little, fingers threading through the shorter hair at the nape of her neck.]

[And he's a quick study, at least; the kiss is clumsy, but he's taking his cues from her, mirroring her actions - trying to do it better, to get it right.]

[This earns a deeper hum, and she licks his lips, licks his tongue. Presses into him just a little more insistently. Honestly she should have expected him to pick this up quick, but somehow it continues to be a heady surprise, and every time she considers pulling away she decides to wait just one more.

One of her hands drifts up to cup his chin and comb through his hair, tugging ever so gently as she goes for just one more kiss]

[One more kiss is good.]

[One more kiss is great.]

[He makes a soft sound when she presses against him and tugs at his hair; it's mostly swallowed by the kiss, but it's definitely appreciative. It's the kind of sound that would be breathless, if he could bring himself to stop kissing her long enough to breathe, but he can't; he's too busy half-drowning in sensation.]

[One hand trails idly across the small of her back and then outward - settles against her waist, thumb skirting the bare skin showed off by the shorter top.]

[The gentle haze of kisses blending into each other sharpens into focus at the swipe of his thumb at the small of her back, and she wonders--

Well. She wonders a lot of things.

She releases the kiss, pulls back a little, though not far enough to have to stop fingercombing against his scalp. Puts on an expression she hopes looks like anything but dazed]

That...works as an incentive.

[She's far too breathless for this to even kind of sound offhand, and she licks kiss-bruised lips, considering what she should do, and what she wants to do.]

A-anyways. That...still what you want? ...Master.

[He does a significantly worse job of not looking dazed; there's no disguising the flush in his cheeks or the way his pupils are dilated.]

Still what I...?

[It takes a beat for his brain to catch up and get him back on board with the plot, and when it does, he goes an even darker red. He can think of a whole lot of things that he wants, but the thought of her hands on him is, frankly, dizzyingly appealing.]

Uh. Yeah.

Y-yeah, I mean. If that's cool...?

Yeah. I mean--yeah.

['Disaffected' is still pretty far from anything she can manage, but she makes a go at it anyway, tries not to feel so accomplished--but he does look best with color in his cheeks, she decides.

So she leans in again, presses a light kiss to the corner of his mouth...then takes a full step back, hands clasped behind her back]

...You wanna get undressed and lie face down?

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