[hums, and arches up towards Requiem before she can stop herself, lower lips plump and moist with arousal. the muscles of her abdomen twitch as Req's hand keeps moving]
[ Well-- this is a good dream... so what can it hurt. She says the above with good humor, at least, grinning to flash her fangs a little, but she just leans down to brush her lips leisurely over the mound of her breast as her fingers start slowly tracing her ribs. ]
... wanna taste you... I wanna drink you-- mark you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine.
[This comes out less nervous and more interested, partially because she is at this point stupidly turned on, and Requiem's voice reading the phone book would have her interested, but also because--well. There's something to be said for being wanted, and claimed, and there's enough going on in the moment to prevent her from getting too far into her head with the implications of all that.
Which is to say, she flushes even more deeply, and squirms against that too slow touch, and nods]
[ she takes a long moment of quiet just to feel her skin, to feel along the
scars she knows so well with fingers and lips and tongue, to close her
mouth over that firm little nub and suck, grazing her teeth along it as she
pulls back again.
And she glances up at her, flustered with arousal even still, the crease of
her brow more worried. ]
[ she makes a small noise, a little helpless at her motions, and rewards
them with more light kisses over her breasts. And she takes another moment
longer to consider, her hand cupping her breast and gently massaging,
before she pulls back to stretch back up and kiss Nem's lips. ]
[Whines at the back of her throat at the gentle attention, unable not to request more. Another, disappointed sound when Requiem pulls away, but her kisses are hungry when she returns, and she wraps her arms close around Req for that much more contact]
[opens up for her with another soft cry, drawing forth Req's tongue and spreading her legs further in the hopes of perhaps a less slow grind, for example]
[Some need to be hasty??? Getting Requiem off was a delight for all five senses, but it unfortunately means she is painfully ready She tugs at Req's waist, encouraging]
[Of course any potential bite of the comment is surely dulled by her obvious physical agreement with the statement, and she shamelessly shifts her legs into Req's touch. Plus, while the rain pounds against the windows and roof, it is plenty inviting here by the fire, the plush pelt soft and warm beneath them.]
When I get to change shape again and getting lost gets us alone like this? Fuck yeah.
[ she squeezes her thighs, firm, one hand pressing down to drag her thumb up along her slit. she leans forward again, still smiling, to return to her previous action and press a warm kiss to her neck. ]
[and this trails into another groan, as she easily hitches up into that thumb, urging more pressure. Her hand buries itself into Req's hair somewhere, not forceful but present]
[Her only response is a low hrrrrrngh sort of sound as she (not particularly patiently) rocks up towards Req's fingers. There is plenty of moisture to catch, her entire body having long since started rolling out the welcome mat, as it were.
Nemesis easily angles her neck back to give Requiem more access, and her blood speeds with anticipation beneath her skin]
[ she gives a pleased hum against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses
along her throat and dragging her fangs along her as she pulls back for
each new one.
The pad of her thumb rubs gently against her clit as her other fingers
press in, smoothing over and along the slippery flesh before pressing one
of those digits into that inviting warmth with a long, slow stroke, giving
her a moment or to to adjust (or maybe to just indulge in that warmth)
before adding the second. ]
[hushed, and she bites her lip at the stretch--at the twin scrapes of canines over her neck--breathes in shaky as she clutches desperately at Req's fingers. Her hand grips at Req's waist less tightly, but only by a little]
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...Didn't bring that many snacks, but...
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[ Well-- this is a good dream... so what can it hurt. She says the above with good humor, at least, grinning to flash her fangs a little, but she just leans down to brush her lips leisurely over the mound of her breast as her fingers start slowly tracing her ribs. ]
... wanna taste you... I wanna drink you-- mark you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine.
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[This comes out less nervous and more interested, partially because she is at this point stupidly turned on, and Requiem's voice reading the phone book would have her interested, but also because--well. There's something to be said for being wanted, and claimed, and there's enough going on in the moment to prevent her from getting too far into her head with the implications of all that.
Which is to say, she flushes even more deeply, and squirms against that too slow touch, and nods]
Okay.
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[ she takes a long moment of quiet just to feel her skin, to feel along the scars she knows so well with fingers and lips and tongue, to close her mouth over that firm little nub and suck, grazing her teeth along it as she pulls back again.
And she glances up at her, flustered with arousal even still, the crease of her brow more worried. ]
... are you sure?
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Yeah... Yes. I want you... And I want you to...take what you want...
[her flush has spread from tip to toes by now, skin hot and cherry-dark, pulse quick and clear at even the lightest touch]
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[ she makes a small noise, a little helpless at her motions, and rewards them with more light kisses over her breasts. And she takes another moment longer to consider, her hand cupping her breast and gently massaging, before she pulls back to stretch back up and kiss Nem's lips. ]
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[ smiles against her lips, and pushes deeper, curling her palm against Nem's cheek and grinding slowly up between her legs ]
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Only slightly picking up that pace, though. No need to be hasty, and all. ]
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she does press in against her, rocking firmly, pulling back from the kiss to release a shivery breath against her cheek. ]
... grod, what I wouldn't give to be in you right now.
[ but she trails her lips instead along her jaw, soft and slow. ]
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You--could...
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[ there's a freeze in her movements, interest clearly piqued, but after a moment she just casually continues to kiss along her neck, murmuring. ]
How d'ya figure?
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do i have a dream dick?? can i shapeshift again?? did i dream myself an outtie?? ]
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pulls back with a bit of a laugh and a lopsided grin, smoothing her hands back down to rub along the inside of Nem's thighs. ]
Heck yeah. This is like, the best day ever.
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[Of course any potential bite of the comment is surely dulled by her obvious physical agreement with the statement, and she shamelessly shifts her legs into Req's touch. Plus, while the rain pounds against the windows and roof, it is plenty inviting here by the fire, the plush pelt soft and warm beneath them.]
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[ she squeezes her thighs, firm, one hand pressing down to drag her thumb up along her slit. she leans forward again, still smiling, to return to her previous action and press a warm kiss to her neck. ]
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[and this trails into another groan, as she easily hitches up into that thumb, urging more pressure. Her hand buries itself into Req's hair somewhere, not forceful but present]
...S-so? Gonna spend some of it on me?
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[ she just rubs along her, smooth and gently, catching that moisture and dragging up as she circles her clit.
She mutters low against her neck, between kisses, starting under her jaw and slowly trailing down to the join of her shoulder. ]
Gotta be patient... m'not just shove into ya, that's rude. 'Sides, I gotta have dinner first...
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Nemesis easily angles her neck back to give Requiem more access, and her blood speeds with anticipation beneath her skin]
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[ she gives a pleased hum against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses along her throat and dragging her fangs along her as she pulls back for each new one.
The pad of her thumb rubs gently against her clit as her other fingers press in, smoothing over and along the slippery flesh before pressing one of those digits into that inviting warmth with a long, slow stroke, giving her a moment or to to adjust (or maybe to just indulge in that warmth) before adding the second. ]
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[hushed, and she bites her lip at the stretch--at the twin scrapes of canines over her neck--breathes in shaky as she clutches desperately at Req's fingers. Her hand grips at Req's waist less tightly, but only by a little]
Marceline...
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