[ She shudders and lets out an uncharacteristically loud strangled moan—everything is suddenly A Whole Lot but it feels incredible, and she just—stops worrying, because she only has room for one feeling right now? ]
Fuck, I—well, I could, ah, be into that, apparently—
[ and she grips the sides of his face and pulls him down into a rough kiss, scraping her teeth over his lips hard enough to draw at least a little blood. ]
[he probably shouldn't be gasping into her kiss, egging her on, but also, he likes the roughness of it, opening his mouth to her and ignoring the blood. he can't respond, but there's a guttural sound that escapes from the back of his throat.
He's already past the point of worrying, but beads of sweat are starting to prick his skin as he moves faster, not quite desperate.
[ He might not be desperate, but she definitely is, now, bucking her hips to meet his and sliding her hands to twine into his hair like she's holding on for dear life.
The kiss muffles the low moans she makes with each thrust, but eventually she has to break for air and, panting heavily, presses kisses hungrily against his jawline wherever she can reach. ]
Gods, please, just—I want, I... I need you to fuck me so hard I can't think straight, everyone wants to be so gentle with me—
[said with a half smirk, and more bravado than necessary, though he can back up the statement, one of his hands shifting to squeeze her breast roughly.
sweat is starting to drip off of him, as his thrusts get more intense, quicker. she said be rough-- so.]
[ Her braid's come half-undone, and her bangs are plastered to her forehead with sweat, and half laughs, half sighs at the bravado, punctuated by a groan as he grabs at her. ]
Haah, I—gods, you and Griffin are such a fucking pair—
[ She cuts off, though, with a whine, pressing her face into his neck, arms tightening around his shoulders. The tension in her is building, getting close to the point of overflowing. Almost—almost. ]
[short, because anything longer is-- not possible right then. he doesn't need or want to ask a coherent question, and instead lowers his face to her neck, while it's exposed, to nip, hard at the skin.
but his breath is coming out in short, explosive gasps, the heat radiating off of him is intense, and he's close, but still under control. always fighting to be under control.]
[ but it's not like she's really in a place to coherently answer right now, either; her voice pitches upwards and she tightens around him as the climax starts to wash over her, nails digging hard into the skin of his back. Her hips drive back against him, taking him as hard and as fully as she can. ]
[ It takes her a little bit, to fully ride it out and then to come down from it, panting into his shoulder; her legs relax and unfold onto the bed under him, though she's still clinging tight to him as her breaths start to even out, like she'd drift away otherwise. ]
...well.
[ She sounds a little dazed, but, well, that's what she wanted. ]
[ she gives a sort of small gasp-sigh as he pulls out, and loosens her arms so he can move; she's feeling kind of boneless now, anyway, and... well, now that the high's wearing off, a little bit, looks a little nervously sideways at him. ]
I didn't... I didn't really intend to, I think? But...
[ her good manners have finally kicked in again, apparently. she sags against the pillows, and then drags her hands slowly down her face, before looking back at him more closely. ]
Made the mistake of remembering you're pretty handsome and... of course this happens.
Assuming I remember this when I wake up, I... should try, anyway. I mean, I know he felt guilty about not checking in with me, that time, I just... this is very weird.
[ squints, thoughtfully, ]
...so do you think he'd just expire on the spot if we took him to bed together?
He's really not doing too badly considering I'm pretty sure I was his first...
[ since she's starting to feel a little underdressed, she rights and rehooks her bra, and hunts down her panties, even though, well. it's a dream, but there's still comfort, you know. ]
I don't think he wouldn't be into it, but the thought hadn't occurred before, and—
Ah, it's just... sometimes I feel like I'm being put on a sort of... pedestal of virtues... that I don't actually have, when actually I'm. Like this.
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Fuck, I—well, I could, ah, be into that, apparently—
[ and she grips the sides of his face and pulls him down into a rough kiss, scraping her teeth over his lips hard enough to draw at least a little blood. ]
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He's already past the point of worrying, but beads of sweat are starting to prick his skin as he moves faster, not quite desperate.
But getting there.]
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The kiss muffles the low moans she makes with each thrust, but eventually she has to break for air and, panting heavily, presses kisses hungrily against his jawline wherever she can reach. ]
Gods, please, just—I want, I... I need you to fuck me so hard I can't think straight, everyone wants to be so gentle with me—
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Good thing-- I'm not gentle.
[said with a half smirk, and more bravado than necessary, though he can back up the statement, one of his hands shifting to squeeze her breast roughly.
sweat is starting to drip off of him, as his thrusts get more intense, quicker. she said be rough-- so.]
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Haah, I—gods, you and Griffin are such a fucking pair—
[ She cuts off, though, with a whine, pressing her face into his neck, arms tightening around his shoulders. The tension in her is building, getting close to the point of overflowing. Almost—almost. ]
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[short, because anything longer is-- not possible right then. he doesn't need or want to ask a coherent question, and instead lowers his face to her neck, while it's exposed, to nip, hard at the skin.
but his breath is coming out in short, explosive gasps, the heat radiating off of him is intense, and he's close, but still under control. always fighting to be under control.]
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[ but it's not like she's really in a place to coherently answer right now, either; her voice pitches upwards and she tightens around him as the climax starts to wash over her, nails digging hard into the skin of his back. Her hips drive back against him, taking him as hard and as fully as she can. ]
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but then again, the only thing he wants to think about is fucking her into the bed. he's not long after her.]
Fuck.
[followed by a soft moan, as he comes.]
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...well.
[ She sounds a little dazed, but, well, that's what she wanted. ]
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... Yeah.
[well.
fuck.]
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Really good.
[ well, shit.
her absolute lack of sexy impulse control strikes again, apparently, ]
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Thanks. I liked it too.
[but that's not what's made him suddenly awkward, and he knows it, running a hand through his hair.]
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I didn't... I didn't really intend to, I think? But...
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And...
[he glances around.]
Where here is. So hard to catch what's a dream at first.
[he so he finally fixes his gaze onto her]
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she squeezes her eyes closed and opens them again, like that'll make anything clearer. ]
...I don't. I don't think I follow?
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[there's a long pause]
Shit.
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[ her good manners have finally kicked in again, apparently. she sags against the pillows, and then drags her hands slowly down her face, before looking back at him more closely. ]
Made the mistake of remembering you're pretty handsome and... of course this happens.
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[he does reach down to pull his pants on.]
What're we gonna tell Nero?
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That's the cleanest way to describe it.
[so... they haven't... talked.]
I try not to ask him.
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Don't think it'll go well but-- I can bring it up.
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Assuming I remember this when I wake up, I... should try, anyway. I mean, I know he felt guilty about not checking in with me, that time, I just... this is very weird.
[ squints, thoughtfully, ]
...so do you think he'd just expire on the spot if we took him to bed together?
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[he smirks a little, and fastens his pants.]
So he will absolutely die.
[He considers her]
You tell him you want something like that? It's not like he can't do it.
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[ since she's starting to feel a little underdressed, she rights and rehooks her bra, and hunts down her panties, even though, well. it's a dream, but there's still comfort, you know. ]
I don't think he wouldn't be into it, but the thought hadn't occurred before, and—
Ah, it's just... sometimes I feel like I'm being put on a sort of... pedestal of virtues... that I don't actually have, when actually I'm. Like this.
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