Dreamers After Dark (VII)

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[mind_blown]

[wait,

what

there's this instinctive need to kiss back that he's giving in to, because kissing is a thing he didn't even know he needed.

the off-ness about everything else aside.

actually, he's kind of forgotten there was a game for a moment?]

[softlyfalling]

[ oh. she didn't entirely expect him to kiss back, but well, here they are, and really, well, if her hands catch on the lapels of his jacket, thumbs just... lightly tracing the slight new curve of his chest, sometimes that just happens. ]

[mind_blown]

[sometimes, that just happens.

sometimes, you don't notice the height change until you're deep in a kiss, and suddenly trying to shove someone against a wall for leverage you-- honestly no longer need.

that's where jason's at, and he stares at her his eyes coming to the tip of her nose. and it gives him pause to maybe... think for a second?]

[softlyfalling]

[ also, there's definitely something funny going on, because, well, it's easy to notice when you try and shove someone against a wall that her chest is... firmer than normal? maybe the angles of her face a little harder? ]

Um.

[mind_blown]

... Hold on.

[he is not against firmer chests, not in the slightest. but it's also something that he feels like he should notice, and maybe... pass on? because of course. it makes total sense.]

You're not distracting me from the game.

[softlyfalling]

That's what you're worried about—?

[ and you know what, she's just going to—spin them around to flip their positions. ]

[mind_blown]

[he's competitive. full on middle child syndrome]

One of the things.

[but now he's looking up at her and it sinks in more that there's a definite height difference.

but also his hand is going to her shirt, pulling her down aggressively, to lock lips again]

[softlyfalling]

[ there's a brief startled sound, a soft grunt in the back of her throat, and then she's pressing into him to push him back against the wall, threading one arm around his shoulders, fingers combing into his hair. ]

[mind_blown]

[what wall, because honestly, that wall is pretty soft suddenly which. sure, let's go with it. it makes sense. walls are soft.

he opens his mouth to her, and at the same time, starts to push her jacket off of her shoulders]

[softlyfalling]

[ yeah it’s whatever. maybe everyone just left, too. convenient. dream logic is helpful.

she shrugs out of her jacket, tossing it to the side, and slides her hands under his shirt, tugging it up, and nudges her thigh between his legs. ]

I still can’t believe you—didn’t think I liked you—

[mind_blown]

I have made it clear a bunch of times that I'd wreck your wedding if given the chance.

Can you blame--

[he pauses, and lifts his arms to make it easier to pull off his shirt.

which. it's fucking cold, so that gets an immediate reaction, pulling him closer to her. or rather, his hands fisting in her shirt, and then pulling the cloth apart.

he'll fix it later.]

-- me for being skeptical?

[softlyfalling]

[ her chest is—"flat" is maybe the wrong word, since there's still muscle there, but it's not a womanly chest, is the point.

...although she's a little distracted by being incredibly flustered at the shirt ripping. ]

I mean—you're not going to ruin it since you're not going.

And—

[ she mouths at his neck, nipping at the skin— ]

I don't really care that much about things that could hurt me, you know?

[mind_blown]

[versus the soft curve of his chest, pressed against hers. still, his breath catches lightly when he feels the nipping. guess it's time to tangle his hand in her hair, and pull tightly.

exerting some control even though he's the one pinned under? under her. he drags his nails down her newly revealed skin, lightly marking as she speaks.]

That'd make two of us.

But I'm not wired for sharing. I wanna hate you.

[softlyfalling]

Fuck—

[ she flushes, eyes half-lidded as her hair starts to unravel from the pull of his fingers, as his nails drag across her chest. ]

If you want to—there's plenty of reasons. But—

...there's probably something wrong with me, that it's easier for me to want to love people who hate me, rather than to try and hate them back.

[ and not really waiting for him to respond, she runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, brushing her knuckles between his legs. ]

[mind_blown]

Probably.

[there's an involuntary movement when her fingers brush against him, and then he pushes forward anyway, shifting his hands to her shoulders, before pushing up, and kicking his feet to one side.

he'll fight her for top if he has to. the movement both languid and forceful.]

You should hate me.

[and then he punctuates that with a harsh bite to the nape of her neck, ignoring the tang of blood.]

I'd blow it all up if I could.

[softlyfalling]

[ oh,

really, she buckles under that, with a low groan, and—the heat between her legs is really unbearable, her pants suddenly way too tight. he doesn't have to fight much, honestly, and she pulls him down against her. ]

I should—hate you, but I don't... you want to hate me, but—

You don't?

[mind_blown]

Don't get cocky.

[but he will start unbuckling her pants while he's on top, leaning back as much as she'll allow and letting his hands rub against her -- cock? with practiced experience.]

We're fighting over the same thing. And I've fucked up relationships I actually wanted to keep, for less.

[softlyfalling]

[ there's definitely the telltale shape of an erection as he unbuckles her pants, and she inhales sharply as he rubs a hand over it; it's a very different feeling, although she keeps her head enough to start working his pants open. ]

Nnh—ah, that's...

I mean—gods, that's really distracting. But are we... really fighting?

[mind_blown]

We aren't not fighting.

[a brief pause]

Fuck, I don't know.

[does he know how to act like a woman during sex? the answer is no, so he keeps aggressing to hide that fact, his hot breath panting against the wet patch of skin he bit, and then moving lower to her collarbone. and then his tongue traces the patch of skin between her pecs as he keeps moving down]

[softlyfalling]

[ i mean that checks out as feminine from her perspective, gestures at exalted, who even knows what a gender role is ]

"Fuck, I don't know" feels like the right answer—nnh—

[ she tugs his pants down, skims her hands up across his bare chest to cup at the curve of a breast, rub her thumb across the peak in circles. ]

[mind_blown]

[excuse him, that catches his breath for a second. and he huffs a laugh against her skin, once he does finally catch up. shit, that felt-- a lot more than ever before.

he felt so hot, his skin flushing with desire, and his thighs damp already.

it halts his slow march downward for a moment]

We-- should be.

[and then he pulls back, swinging a leg off to one side as he moves lower, his stroking insistent, needy.]

[softlyfalling]

A-ah—

[ she combs her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers in tightly for something to hold onto, because—that's, that's a lot— ]

I mean, we—should do a lot of things, right.

[mind_blown]

[there's a non-committal sound at that, as his mouth slides over her cock. there's a brief moment of dissonance, but that fades pretty immediately.

he hums lightly, as his head starts to move along her length. like maybe, even in a dream, he has things he falls back on when he doesn't know what to say.

non-committal is one of those.]

[softlyfalling]

J—hh, I—fuck—

[ what the fuck how does anyone with one of these normally manage to not just lose their entire mind when this happens,

she's propped up on her elbows, and her head lolls back as she gasps, hips twitching up toward his mouth. ]

...that's—that's unfair?

[mind_blown]

[good question he can probably answer when his mouth's not occupied? or she can ask nero later. but his fingernails dig into the side of her thighs in response.

just as a little reminder of how little he cares about fairness.]