dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[unbr8kable]

[Hesitates]

...Prolly should leave that one up to you.

[Rallies a bit]

I mean...you got like 2 more minutes of bossdom, what if you change your mind?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates - shifts a little. Then, careful, he sits up. It feels too exposed, having this conversation lying down.]

...pretty sure I ain't gonna change my mind.

[unbr8kable]

[Cocks her head]

You seem pretty confident.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I know me that well, anyway.

But, like. [Hesitates.] If you're not, like - if you don't wanna? That's fine, too.

[unbr8kable]

...You think I can't take it?

[Her tone is light, her gaze off to the side a bit]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I don't want you to just take it. I mean -

[He falters to a stop; his tone is hesitant, decidedly self-conscious.]

Have you been? Just taking it? Cause. Cause I know it's for game stuff or whatever, but. But before, I kinda thought...

[He trails off, uncertain. Looks away, and bites at his lip, and glances back up, to try and gauge her expression.]

[unbr8kable]

[Her eyes flick over to catch his actions but flee when she senses him looking back. Her cheeks stay hot]

Uh--no.

[Coughs lightly; glances back over at him, almost nervous]

We haven't done anything I wasn't...uh...good with.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a breath in - glances away again, face flushed, eyes downcast.]

...okay. Okay, good.

Me - me, neither. For the record.

[He hesitates a beat, and then another. And finally, more question than command:]

...c'mere?

[unbr8kable]

[She wipes the palms of her hands on the meager fabric of her skirt, and licks her lips. Stares at him another breath, as if uncertain he's actually said things he means.

Then she scoots forward; carefully places a hand at his shoulder and leans in a little]

Like this...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah.

[He tips his head up - licks at his lips, unconsciously.]

You think we could...?

[unbr8kable]

[Shifts a little, cheeks flushing darker]

You can try it, and see.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates - shifts. Hesitates again.]

[Lifts a hand, careful, to cup her cheek, and leans in to press their lips together.]

[unbr8kable]

[Meets him, gentle, and kisses back]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's softer than before; the thumb on her cheek traces a gentle path, back and forth.]

[His other hand comes up, hesitant, to settle at her waist.]

[unbr8kable]

[Her pulse is rushing, and she nuzzles into his touch a bit. Taking care, she slides her hands to curl at the nape of his neck; wisps fingers lightly over the skin there]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't have a pulse for it to be elevated, but his face is hot, and he is excruciatingly aware of every point of contact.]

[He shivers a little, at the touch at the nape of his neck; the hand at her waist slides around to her back, fingers spreading to smooth against the fabric there.]

[unbr8kable]

[She shivers as well, his hand cool and solid through the thin fabric of her shirt. A shaky sigh and she pulls away, but barely long enough for a breath before leaning back into him, touch dreamily, gauzy soft. Despite herself, her eyes fall shut; her cheek goes even warmer under his thumb.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The hand on her back wanders upward, palm flat, smoothing up to the shoulder blades; the one on her face stays where it is, the thumb tracing gentle paths, like it's touching something precious.]

[He tips his head a little, to deepen the kiss - parts his lips, in invitation.]

[unbr8kable]

[She is slow to take it, though he can likely feel the slight catch of her breath when she notices. When she finally presses closer, it's careful; a little closer to 'tentative' than 'unhurried' as she dips her tongue past his lips, swipes light against his]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The response is just as careful; when his tongue meets hers it's decidedly gentle, almost exploratory. The hand against her face drifts backward, fingers threading into the hair at the base of her skull.]

[unbr8kable]

[At the touch she shudders closer, unable to withhold a small sound. Her hands flex as well, trace over his skull and through his hair before she can catch herself.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The shudder is good; the sound is even better. He takes his cue from the reaction, curling his fingers in - lets them wander along her scalp, soft pressure.]

[He doesn't quite lean into the hand in his own hair, the way he usually does; that would mean leaning away from the kiss, and he's not willing to give that up. But the hand on her back closes on the fabric - tugs her, gentle, toward the couch, a voiceless invitation to join him. It can't be comfortable bending over like that, while he's still sitting down.]

[unbr8kable]

[It's not supposed to be comfortable; it's supposed to prompt her to pull away and at least attempt to salvage the normalcy of this (granted, abnormal) situation. Instead she takes this invitation too, breaking the kiss enough that she can lever herself down with him. Her face stays close; their foreheads touch as her knees slot neatly around his real one, and she noses against his cheek, hers still blazing hot.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders when she settles into place; the hand that had guided her in shifts, uncertain, to rest on her hip, as though he's not quite sure what he should be doing with it. His face is hot, too - as hot as it ever gets, these days - and with the flush, his cheeks have more color than their usual customary pale.]

[When she nuzzles in, he smiles, soft and unsure, breathlessly earnest; it feels intimate, somehow, more than anything they've done so far. He hesitates, and then he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then another, little brushes of barely-there contact.]

[unbr8kable]

[Her breath catches in a little 'ah,' faint enough that he can feel it more than hear it. Something in her chest twinges at the light touches, and she shivers closer, chasing after before she can even think about it. Again her hands drift to his neck for her fingers to whisper shaky, warm trails across them.]