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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[crossmyheartandhope]

[He pauses at the whine, lips pressed to the warm skin at the base of her neck - startled by the sound, and by the way it ratchets the heat in him somehow even higher.]

[He hadn't planned to go any farther than this - hadn't planned anything at all - but that sound seems to indicate he's doing something she likes. He hesitates just slightly, and then he follows the line of bare skin, down from her neck, to press a careful series of kisses to her exposed collar bone.]

[The hand at her hip shifts, as though he's not certain what to do with it; the thumb strokes there, absently, through the fabric of her skirt.]

[unbr8kable]

[She clamps down on her lower lip, mortified. But playing it cool is difficult, given the situation. Hurricane's mouth is soft, and moist, and practically freezing against the flush that's long since crept well down her chest. Of course her breath catches for an instant.

That mouth is also definitely, definitely kissing her neck, and her collar, too softly devoted to be some fluke or sort of inexplicable joke--here, finally, is when she considers that this must be a dream--still, too slow to keep from letting out another shivery breath, or from squirming around his leg, into the press of his thumb, or from pressing him closer, just a little.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hasn't yet considered that it might be a dream. So when he reaches the collar line of her shirt, he falters, afraid to go farther - lingers there instead, pressing soft kisses to the hollow of her throat before he begins to work back up her neck on the other side, giving it the same attention.]

[The way she's squirming is extremely difficult not to notice; the way she presses them closer even more so. He shudders, hard, aware of her heat and her motion - aware that he's making her squirm. There is something very, very appealing about the thought that he's making her feel that good.]

[His breath catches in his throat, a little; the hand on her hip shifts downward, restless, to trace the line of her thigh.]

[It's - a lot of bare skin, frankly. More bare skin than he'd been counting on, thanks to how little that skirt covers, and his face flushes darker still, but he doesn't take his hand back.]

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[The problem is that the skin of her neck is sensitive--the skin of her everything is sensitive, when treated with this much unnecessary care. The problem is that it feels good, and even if she doesn't shiver up into him he's close enough to feel the effort that it takes. The problem is that when his hand strokes over her heated skin she twitches towards him and not away.

The problem is that when she finally is able to catch her breath enough to speak, it comes out breathless and needy when it's meant to be strong and authoritative. When her hands slide down to grip his shoulders and do--something, they get distracted just smoothing over the slender muscle and tracing the still-too-sharp ridges of his bones, and the problem is she can't quite make herself stop.]

Hurricane...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He stills at the way she says his name - can't quite suppress the shiver that races through him at the sound of it.]

[His hand stutters to a stop on her thigh; his lips pause in their careful path up toward her jaw.]

...yeah?

[unbr8kable]

[There isn't any more to the thought when she says it, and once he stops, it takes her another few breaths to catch up enough to be able to start thinking again. Even before then she is very, very aware of the contact on her skin, too close and yet too far--too carefully, surreally still, like a program waiting for a command--like imagination trying to stay in a dream after having mostly woken up.

And it's suddenly clear how this can't, couldn't be real, to be fitted together so neatly--treated so preciously--for everything to feel so right.

It comes on slowly enough that she doesn't attempt to scramble away or anything, not that that would do anything to calm her pulse or dull the flush over her body. Still, it's probably obvious from this close how the long, shaky breath she draws isn't quite the same timbre as before.]

Ah...

[crossmyheartandhope]

...Nem?

[He hesitates, then eases back, just a little - just enough to peer up at her expression. There's a small crease between his brows, and his eyes flicker back and forth, searching her face.]

Is this...?

[unbr8kable]

[Her cheeks are still flushed, embarrassment creeping across her face but mostly landing at wry]

Uh...yeah. I mean, it's...natural, I guess...for a growing kid...? Maybe ate something strange before bed or something...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates longer, this time; licks at his lips, unconsciously.]

D'you, like. D'you want me to -

[Keep going, he means to say, but the words trail off. He can feel his own cheeks burning - ducks his head, a little, glancing away.]

What - do you want me to do?

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[She looks at him, and shifts her legs, a little, and looks away, face even warmer]

I, uh, pretty sure Hurricane would be, uh. Maybe not okay with that.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He stares at her for a long couple of beats, face blank, trying to puzzle out what the hell that is even supposed to mean.]




[But, nope, staring doesn't help it make any more sense, actually.]

...huh?

[unbr8kable]

[Helpfully(?)]

Real Hurricane, I mean. This is a dream, y'know?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[.....oh.]

[That. That explains a whole lot, honestly. Of course she wouldn't be here with him like this, unless it was a dream.]

[His face probably registers it, in little flickers that he doesn't quite manage to mask: understanding, and then disappointment, and then something very like hurt, before he tamps it down.]

[He eases back some, to give her more space.]

Well. Well, I mean. It's a dream anyway, right? So it's not gonna hurt nothing.

And - and even in a dream, I know I'm cool with whatever you wanna try.

[unbr8kable]

Of course you are. But wet dreams about your important people without permission seems at least a little weird?

[Honestly considers the logistics for a beat. Then shakes her head; continues tone gentler and with a crooked little smile]

...Definitely sure he'd think it was weird, he's not into that stuff. And I don't wanna hurt him. He's too important. ...Guess you know that already.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. I think I got a pretty good idea what I'm into? And something like this is gonna do the opposite of hurt me.

[But he hesitates at the first part of what she said - flushes, guilty, and glances away.]

[That bridge has definitely already been crossed a few times, but there is a big difference between being embarrassed and vaguely self-conscious afterward and having it spelled out during the dream itself, by the person you're dreaming about.]

But... yeah. I guess - yeah.

If it's, like... weird to dream about that kinda stuff, maybe we better not.

[unbr8kable]

I mean, it...happens, just 'cause I'm sitting here talking to myself over it don't mean there's a problem. It's natural; not gonna go more blind or nothing.

And-- I mean. Definitely better than most dreams, that's for damned sure. Bonertime vs. Azzy's Mansion Part 5000, kind of a clear winner here, 'least for me. Just...

[Runs out of steam and trails off, face warm again]

...Doesn't seem fair to him.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You really think it ain't fair?

Even if it's, like... natural?

[unbr8kable]

If he ain't into that kinda thing. 'Cause that's natural, too, I guess.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean.

What if he is into that kinda thing?

Cause. Cause I'm pretty sure I'm into that kinda thing...?

[unbr8kable]

You may be into that kind of thing, but he is definitely not into that kind of thing. Trust me, I would know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I hope you'd know?

Like... I kinda told you.

[unbr8kable]

[...Looks blankly]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Not now, I mean. But, like - before.

[unbr8kable]

[Thinks back

Thinks further back



Looks down a little, the wry smile returning]

Yeah, so...like I said.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What's that... even mean.