[Oh... Well, if the shoulder touch was exciting, that gentle and unexpected touch on his leg is enough to stop his heart for a moment.
He turns his head to search her face, his own expression a mix of shy surprise but also... affection, and want, and longing.
Moving slowly, he reaches up to touch her chin, tilting her face toward his. And he leans in, and softly puts a kiss to her lips... as if he's wanted to do this for a long, long time.]
she sighs against his mouth in a relieved kind of way, lips parting reflexively, and cups his jaw with her free hand; her other hand resting a little more firmly on his thigh, fingers curling against the skin. ]
[He leans in a little more, angling himself more toward her. He kisses, soft and exploratory, slowly tracing his fingers over her cheek as if committing the shape of her face to memory.
Under water, he reaches out to touch the backs of his fingers to the curve of her hip]
[ she tenses, slightly, at the touch, before leaning into it. it'd be nice under ordinary circumstances, but here it almost makes her skin tingle and her toes curl, slightly.
her kisses in return are slow, and gentle, but there's a growing hunger as she gradually deepens it, and she shifts her hands to tug him a little more toward her—a gentle suggestion. ]
[He leans into it when she tugs, matching her kisses with ones of equal hunger, caution yielding to already mounting want. His head is swimming a little, and it's hard to say whether it's from the alcohol, the game effect, the heat, or the joy -- tenuous and incredulous -- that's blooming inside him. Her lips are soft, the way he'd always imagined they would be, and he can't seem to stop kissing --
His knuckles gently caress her side -- up, then down again, deliberate and exploratory. He turns his hand around to touch with his fingertips, now, slowly feeling his way down her hip and over the top of her thigh, his touch feather-light.]
[ a small, needy noise escapes her at his touch—there's an almost giddy feeling in her chest, of surprised delight and burning want in concert. she can't get enough of it.
she presses a palm flat against his chest, dragging down over firm muscle, coming to rest at his hip—doing a little exploration of her own. ]
[The noise she makes sounds like how he feels, and he inhales against the touch on his chest, shivering a little at how vibrant this sensation feels -- how welcome it is.
When his fingertips reach her knee, they slip in between them and reverse course. Slowly, as if seeking permission, his fingers start drifting way up her inner thigh.]
[He breaks the kiss himself, if only to move them to the edge of her jaw, instead, kissing and nipping with increasing, barely-contained urgency]
[His voice is low and breathless]
Tell me—
[When she spreads her legs, he traces his fingers the rest of the way up her inner thigh, pressing his fingertips against her lips, slipping his middle fingertip in between her folds, just a touch.]
[He wraps his large hand around to cup her groin, heel of his hand resting on her mons. He shifts his hand to slide his fingertips deeper between her folds, exploring the shape of her from front to back and back again.]
[He kisses her jaw—]
Then you can have—
[—behind her ear—]
—all of me.
[—he nips the side of her neck, letting one of his fingertips press inside]
[ she gasps, and really just melts against him, head tilting to expose more of her neck, toes curling in the water.
steadying herself with one arm thrown around his shoulders, she drags her other hand down the firm muscular contours of his chest. she wants him closer even still, to pull him flush against her. ]
[He lets himself be pulled, leaning in until they're chest to chest. He wraps an arm around her back in an embrace, to pull her up against him even tighter, like he's holding her in place.
His finger slides deeper inside, then he draws it mostly out again just to add a second. Firm and steady, he starts to work his hand. His fingers curl and straighten inside her as he goes, palm kneading the outer areas in the same rhythm.]
[ she pants against him, mouthing desperately at his neck—nipping at the skin and dragging her lips upward to lock against his own with an urgent intensity, giving a muffled moan with every rocking thrust of his fingers. ]
His fingers keep up their pace, and he--very carefully-- starts to shift his position. Until now they've been sitting side by side, leaning into each other. Trying very hard not to break the kiss or let the rhythm of his hand falter, he slowly shifts his hips, maneuvering himself around Shrike's knee so he can settle in between her legs.]
[He noses up under her jaw, mouthing at her neck with shaky, eager breaths.
She'll feel it as he removes his fingers entirely, and a moment later, when something else nudges up against her in the same place — something much larger than a finger, pushing steadily until her body begins to yield and the tip presses inside.]
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He turns his head to search her face, his own expression a mix of shy surprise but also... affection, and want, and longing.
Moving slowly, he reaches up to touch her chin, tilting her face toward his. And he leans in, and softly puts a kiss to her lips... as if he's wanted to do this for a long, long time.]
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she sighs against his mouth in a relieved kind of way, lips parting reflexively, and cups his jaw with her free hand; her other hand resting a little more firmly on his thigh, fingers curling against the skin. ]
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Under water, he reaches out to touch the backs of his fingers to the curve of her hip]
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her kisses in return are slow, and gentle, but there's a growing hunger as she gradually deepens it, and she shifts her hands to tug him a little more toward her—a gentle suggestion. ]
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His knuckles gently caress her side -- up, then down again, deliberate and exploratory. He turns his hand around to touch with his fingertips, now, slowly feeling his way down her hip and over the top of her thigh, his touch feather-light.]
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she presses a palm flat against his chest, dragging down over firm muscle, coming to rest at his hip—doing a little exploration of her own. ]
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When his fingertips reach her knee, they slip in between them and reverse course. Slowly, as if seeking permission, his fingers start drifting way up her inner thigh.]
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half-mumbled, reluctant to break the kiss— ]
Fuck, I just really—want—
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[His voice is low and breathless]
Tell me—
[When she spreads her legs, he traces his fingers the rest of the way up her inner thigh, pressing his fingertips against her lips, slipping his middle fingertip in between her folds, just a touch.]
—I'll do anything you want.
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[ she cants her hips forward, seeking more contact—curling her upper body against his, face pressed into his neck. ]
—if you offer that, I'm going to want all of you, you know...
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[He kisses her jaw—]
Then you can have—
[—behind her ear—]
—all of me.
[—he nips the side of her neck, letting one of his fingertips press inside]
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[ she gasps, and really just melts against him, head tilting to expose more of her neck, toes curling in the water.
steadying herself with one arm thrown around his shoulders, she drags her other hand down the firm muscular contours of his chest. she wants him closer even still, to pull him flush against her. ]
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His finger slides deeper inside, then he draws it mostly out again just to add a second. Firm and steady, he starts to work his hand. His fingers curl and straighten inside her as he goes, palm kneading the outer areas in the same rhythm.]
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His fingers keep up their pace, and he--very carefully-- starts to shift his position. Until now they've been sitting side by side, leaning into each other. Trying very hard not to break the kiss or let the rhythm of his hand falter, he slowly shifts his hips, maneuvering himself around Shrike's knee so he can settle in between her legs.]
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she breathes out, against his skin, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, combing her hands into his hair. ]
Please, Cobalt...
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She'll feel it as he removes his fingers entirely, and a moment later, when something else nudges up against her in the same place — something much larger than a finger, pushing steadily until her body begins to yield and the tip presses inside.]
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Did you, ah—know, I—I really like you...