wotanon | dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

Lemme take a look.

[She leans in closer, skimming a kiss at Req's jaw as her good hand slips into the valley between Req's thighs; traces two fingers over her labia.]

These ones're the problem?

[ oh shit

she gasps, laughing, face completely red even as she squirms a little into the feeling, lifting her arms to curl around nem's shoulders. ]

Kitty...!

[gives her an innocent peck on the mouth, even as her fingers continue to wisp gently over her mound with frequent detours over her inner thighs]

Yes? You don't think it could use some heating up?

[ gives a pleased hum, scooching in closer to her, fitting her cold body as close as she can without disrupting the path of nem's fingers. ]

'Course I do...

[ but tilts her head, a little, to press in for a firmer kiss. ]

[meets her eagerly, both in the kiss and out of it. she shifts closer as well, left hand cupping her cheek even as her right continues to explore.]

Mm... And it'd be rude to leave you out in the cold for too long...

[ chuckles, a little breathless already, tilting her head into that warm metal hand even as her legs spread a little to give nem better access. ]

Totally rude-- so come on...

Bossy...

[and then her mouth is occupied with kissing for a while, breaking their lip lock only to rain tiny kisses over her face. At the same time, the aimless swirls of her fingers seem to focus in, eventually fading to unhurried little loop-de-loops over and over and around her hood; every so often the pads of her fingers catching the nub beneath.

The pressure is still more teasing than anything, the gentle shimmer of harp strings rather than shredding an electric guitar solo; light as the feather fall of smooches over her face and neck and ears]

[ she exhales soft little laughs at those fluttery kisses, eagerly tilting her head back to encourage more of them-- more of the warmth and attention, totally relaxed under her touch and in her presence. She shifts onto her knees to make it easier for her to rock, slow, along with the rhythm of pleasure she's started.

Her own hands unwrap from around her to skim over her sides instead, feeling delicately over the lines of muscle and thumbing along the undersides of her breasts as she smooths back up. ]

Wouldn't like me half as much if I wasn't a little bossy, baby.

What a bossy person thing to say!

[not that she seems to have any problem with that whatsoever; Nemesis sounds more delighted than anything. She shimmies into Req's touch, just shy of eager, before taking to her knees as well for better reach. From here the light kisses can move on to Req's eyelashes and temples and trace along the shell of her ear, and pressing in a little closer she can reach the sensitive skin behind that, or just feel at being knee-to-knee and chest-to-chest.]

You love it.

[ she gives a pleased little hum, shivering at the touch of her lips, her arms circling around her to pull her flush up against req's front-- or as flush as she can be, with a hand between her legs. those wandering hands smooth down over her butt to squeeze as she nuzzles into her neck. ]

Now you're just fishing for compliments.

[of course her tone is far too breathless and shivery to hold any believable ire. she readily bares her neck, arches her back into Req's groping hands, happily inviting her to do as she likes. a wriggle back closer, and she extends her fingers again, trailing up and down Req's slit and dipping over her entrance]

[ she groans, light, and presses down into those fingers, her own brushing under the curve of her ass and digging into the meat of her thigh. She peppers Nem's neck with little open-mouthed kisses, brushing her teeth along her as she pulls back. ]

Mhm... tell me I'm pretty, baby.

[Nemesis gives a voiced little exhale, flexing her quads and glutes just to feel the pressure against Requiem's tight grip, and shudders closer best she can without letting the rhythm of her fingers falter too badly. At the run of teeth down her neck, that plan goes out the window, and her fingers go lax.]

Marceline.

A judder of her hips and a shaky breath and Nem pulls herself together enough for her fingers to curve in again, firm--retreat as Req's hips advance--tease just enough to prompt Req to chase after, though she certainly doesn't mind being caught. Eventually she can even manage some patter]

...Like I have to tell you you're gorgeous. You can't tell from how people look at you... It ain't obvious every time you pass a mirror?

[ There's a bit of a noise-- frustrated, maybe-- as she chases that feeling and the heat of her fingers, dragging her nails back up to her lower back again. ]

Can't-- see myself in a mirror. You know that.

[ But that little hint of pleasure, of need, from Nem's voice-- she sighs, hot, against her neck, and sucks at the skin, letting her teeth rasp a little firmer against her skin. It's a dream; it's safe, there's no REAL danger here, so she doesn't have to worry about anything but the body against her and the excited jump in her pulse and getting more and more of those sweet reactions. ]

Oh, right. Gotta make sure to look for the both of us...

[Her eyes are lidded, voice breathlessly distracted as she continues to shiver closer. The metal hand creeps up to knot in Req's hair, encouraging as the light little sounds coming from the back of her throat.

Still, Nemesis stays on target, fingers only teasing a little longer before finally pressing up into Requiem, strokes shallow but solid.]

...Okay?

[ those warm fingers sink in and she groans out, low, against Nem's neck, curving her spine and rolling her hips down for more.

She only gives her a breathy "mhm" in response, kisses moving up along her jaw and trailing sharp little nips with them. ]

Good.

[This too is low and throaty, and she shifts further onto her knees, both to continue responding to Req's attentions and to get a slightly better angle for her wrist. Here, the heel of her palm can butt up solid against Req's mons while her two middle fingers continue their slow, regular rhythm. The fingers at the base of Req's skull stroke in as well, careful lines down the nape of her neck]

[ she hums against nem's skin, tilting her head forward to lean against her shoulder and encourage that warm metal at her neck, her wings shivering at her back. she rocks down in time with the shallow thrusts against her slick skin, squirming her hips, her nails pressing in pulses along nem's spine. ]

Nnn...

[Nemesis shivers comfortably, eyes lidded but trained on the shudder of those wings, the undulation of her body. At least between bouts of turning to kiss at Req's temple and ear and the crown of her head, continuing to gently scratch from the base of her skull to the base of her neck, echoing those same pulses. Her flesh hand stays steady--presses in just a bit more, relishing the heat and the feel and the greedy grip around her fingers.]

...Only problem with just watching you move's that it means I gotta get too far away to touch you... Maybe should start taking pictures...

[ the deeper she presses, the tighter those muscles clench, like they're trying to pull her in and hold her there; she shudders, groaning, at the words and nods against nem's shoulder, her movements slightly jerky. ]

Y-yeah... yeah, we should...

[Shifts so she can nuzzle in further into Req's neck, nipping and kissing lightly as she attempts to stretch her fingers that much deeper--to curl her fingers at the end of each stroke, searching]

Wouldja like that? I know you said you weren't into crowds, but maybe a private showing's okay...? Maybe could even dress you up, and then...

[ It's not hard to find-- that spot that makes her arch and her legs quiver, especially paired with the rub of the heel of her palm against her clit-- and she gives a sharp little noise, half-laughing. Her hands smooth up along Nem's back, one curling under her unoccupied arm and the other around her shoulders, fingers digging into the hair at the nape of her neck to hold her that much closer, her head tilting to bare her throat.

Her voice is low and breathless, panting against her ear. ]

And-- then?

[Laughs light and shaky, warm breath washing over Req's neck. It's followed up by more wet kisses, all tongue and lips and suction down the column of her throat for a leisurely while, soft compared to the (mostly) steady, firm pressure of her hand against Req's clit and the rhythmic, slightly uneven brushes of her fingers against Req's g-spot. Eventually Nemesis pulls away enough to talk, voice still low and rumbly at Req's pulse point]

Then...I'd try to let you watch, of course. Unless you don't mind some distractions...

[She leans in to kiss her again, her neck and jaw and eventually back to Req's lips, shivering at the slight tug at her hair as she stretches]

D-don't-- mmn... mind--

[ Her hips jerk out of time with Nem's firm fingers, that coil of pleasure in her belly tight and her thighs-- not to mention nem's hand-- thoroughly slick from her own moisture. her fingers tighten a bit more against Nem's scalp, ducking her head again to press her lips to her neck and pant, whining, against her skin, her teeth catching against her. ]

Nnnnn, Kitty-- Kitty...

Y-yeah?

[It takes her a couple tries to get the word out, breathless at the sight--at the feel of her. Her fingers speed though only a little, a third toying around her entrance, though Nemesis at least attempts not to give in to Req's urgency and instead stay steady--dependable and constant. She bites at her own lower lip, pulse rushing somewhat less steadily, and her off hand runs roughshod from nape to hip]

What d'you want...what d'you need?

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