[ this she knocks back quickly, with an appreciative hum, and sets it down so she can gently push herself off of the edge of the bath and into the water, tail slipping in with a soft scrape of scales on stone behind her. ]
[He opens his mouth and realizes what he was about to say would be incriminating. The sake is strong and his thoughts are dirty, and he came here to be alone but now he's alone with Nychta and she's naked and wet. And also... he missed her. He really did.
He took a sharp breath in as she settled in his lap, and now he lets it out slow. His heart's pounding, suddenly.]
...
[He reaches up and gently cups her cheek... caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. His eyes search her face, taking her in. It feels like years since he saw her last, and she's changed so much.
[ pretty weird that you'd dream about the host version buddy!!! how could THAT have happened!!! surely it was just her big sexy kintsugi croc tail that stuck in your mind.
She leans into his touch, quiet-- her hair is longer but her face hasn't much changed, and her eyes are still that same soft grey.
But she doesn't seem to mind the demand, doesn't hesitate; she curls a hand around the wrist of the hand on her cheek and leans in to kiss him. ]
[The kiss he meets her with is gentle, almost trepidatious.
And the kisses that follow are slow and soft and full of longing.
His fingertips curl slightly in her hair, and he carefully rests his other hand on her waist, moving cautiously, as if she might disappear if he wanted her too much.]
[ she seems almost a little surprised by that slow gentleness. not for long, of course-- this is his dream-- and she sinks into his rhythm easy enough, curving her hand under the line of his jaw and kissing him back, soft.
She shifts a little forward as his arm curls around, settling more firmly onto his lap, squeezing her thighs against him, the weight of her tail settling firm between his knees. ]
[The weight of her body is grounding, and he focuses on the points of contact between them -- the press of her thighs on his hips, the strands of hair between his fingers as he curls his hand around to cup the back of her head. Her lips are soft and he presses into the kisses, just a little, slightly emboldened by the fact she hasn't disappeared yet. There's a touch of his tongue along the curve of her lip, exploratory and reverent.
His other hand starts to drift a little, palm sliding up her side, then down her back, tracing the ridge of pointed scutes.
Despite the slow pace, she will no doubt feel the stir beneath the towel, that slight press between her legs.]
[ The current threat of her going anywhere is minimal, frankly; despite her usual... abrasive personality her response to the slow and careful kissing is anything but, shivering lightly at the points his hands settle and easily parting her lips for him to explore further, tasting still of the sake he'd shared.
She begins to rock her hips down against him at an agonizingly slow pace, encouraging that hardening flesh hidden beneath the fabric to brush up against her. ]
[It's subtle, but she'll be able to feel how his breath catches in the kiss as she rolls her hips where it counts. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat.
That's encouraging something, alright. He kisses her a little deeper, a little more exploratory. His wandering hand slides up her side again, more confident now, his thumb tracing the swell of her breast.]
[ Not much of a swell; even like this, she still has barely a handful of breast, especially in his larger hands. But her nipples are firm under that soft edge of his touch, and she gives a soft hum against his mouth, smoothing both of her hands up along the muscles of his arms and to his shoulders.
Her hips don't stop moving, either, slow and steady rocking and hot even in the water surrounding them. ]
[He shivers a little, and his kisses get a little more hungry, a little more bold. His fingertips circle her breast, once, twice, before he gently squeezes her nipple and pulls, breaking his kiss just so he can kiss the edge of her jaw, instead.
The hand that's twisting fingers through her hair slides down her shoulders, all the way to the small of her back, pulling her in a little closer as he works his kisses up toward her ear.]
[ She gives a deep, pleased, rumbling hum as his lips trail over her neck, tilting her head to let the hair fall away and bare more skin for him. The tug works to her favor(or-- most certainly-- his; it's his dream after all) as well.
His pull urges her in closer, and she eagerly goes, rolling her hips down against him with firm purpose, her thickly muscled tail firm and smooth between his knees. Her arms loop over his shoulders to hold him close as well, of course, one hand's fingers rubbing through the short hair at his nape. ]
[He pauses his hungry kisses just long enough to breathlessly pant the word "Nychta--", cut off with a short whimper as her hips grind down on him again, his cock straining up against her through the fabric of the towel.]
[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
[ easy enough to find, terribly warm even surrounded by already hot water and slightly slick against his fingers; she shudders with a soft groan, arching her spine forward and lifting her tail a bit to press back against those searching fingers.
Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
[He sucks in a breath as she wraps her hand around him, dick hardening in her fingers and twitching into her grip as if seeking her out.
His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
[ She mouths gently at his collar, teeth barely grazing against his skin as she travels up along his neck, petting softly over his cock as it twitches in her grip.
The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]
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I didn't expect to see you here at all. Are you back to host, or to play?
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[ holds the cup out for more. ]
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...But not to catch up?
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I think there's something you want a little more.
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So, he reaches a hand out to her, inviting]
What more could I ask for than your company?
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slowly
settle
in
against his thighs, atop that towel. ]
I think there's quite a bit more you could ask of me, right now.
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he
probably should have expected that, in retrospect
He took a sharp breath in as she settled in his lap, and now he lets it out slow. His heart's pounding, suddenly.]
...
[He reaches up and gently cups her cheek... caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. His eyes search her face, taking her in. It feels like years since he saw her last, and she's changed so much.
What if he doesn't ask her at all]
...Kiss me.
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She leans into his touch, quiet-- her hair is longer but her face hasn't much changed, and her eyes are still that same soft grey.
But she doesn't seem to mind the demand, doesn't hesitate; she curls a hand around the wrist of the hand on her cheek and leans in to kiss him. ]
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And the kisses that follow are slow and soft and full of longing.
His fingertips curl slightly in her hair, and he carefully rests his other hand on her waist, moving cautiously, as if she might disappear if he wanted her too much.]
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She shifts a little forward as his arm curls around, settling more firmly onto his lap, squeezing her thighs against him, the weight of her tail settling firm between his knees. ]
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His other hand starts to drift a little, palm sliding up her side, then down her back, tracing the ridge of pointed scutes.
Despite the slow pace, she will no doubt feel the stir beneath the towel, that slight press between her legs.]
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She begins to rock her hips down against him at an agonizingly slow pace, encouraging that hardening flesh hidden beneath the fabric to brush up against her. ]
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That's encouraging something, alright. He kisses her a little deeper, a little more exploratory. His wandering hand slides up her side again, more confident now, his thumb tracing the swell of her breast.]
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Her hips don't stop moving, either, slow and steady rocking and hot even in the water surrounding them. ]
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The hand that's twisting fingers through her hair slides down her shoulders, all the way to the small of her back, pulling her in a little closer as he works his kisses up toward her ear.]
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His pull urges her in closer, and she eagerly goes, rolling her hips down against him with firm purpose, her thickly muscled tail firm and smooth between his knees. Her arms loop over his shoulders to hold him close as well, of course, one hand's fingers rubbing through the short hair at his nape. ]
Cobalt...
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[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
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Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
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His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
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The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]