Ignis stays by the door with a slight smile tipping his lips up, his hands behind his back even as she toys with his shirt buttons. There are many other things that could be being done today, given their current situation and the necessity to keep things moving along, but this feels - at the moment - like a far more beneficial use of his time.
It should have been a red flag, that he would so willingly brush responsibility aside for this, but it simply doesn't occur to him.]
I see. [He moves his hands, then, planting them lightly on her waist and rubbing his thumbs against the lines of her hip bones.] You look as if you have a plan.
( Please. She always has a plan. Well. Mostly. If she doesn't have a plan, one can be thought up on the go.
Tonight, however, she certainly has a plan, as easily indicated by the way her eyes cast back to the bed for a brief second. Who needs responsibilities for the evening? Hadriel will still be there in the morning, and they're not the only people in the city. Let someone else do the work for a change. )
You still want to be tied up?
( That's her plan. But plans can change. They can be added to or shifted as need be. What she wants is important, surely, and she's used to getting it in this aspect of her life, but where's the fun if he doesn't want it too?
He's not like the others. His pleasure isn't simply a compliment to her skills, a boost to the ego, but something that matters.
So, plans will change if she needs to change them. )
[It's less of a want, more of a curiosity, with the 'want' falling more into the side of it being something that she wants, and his being very content to do most things to make her happy. This has come up once or twice, though not often since their relationship started, but it would appear that this is not an idea that came out of nowhere...
With his hands on her hips, he gently walks her backwards towards the bed. Six, she's absolutely beautiful, and the fact that she only has eyes for him is something that he's grateful for every single day.]
The edges of her lips are tinged with a smirk, the question quickly answered with the curling of her fingers into his shirt, the show of strength that pushes him into the mattress. She doesn't waste time sliding on top of him, plucking the restraints from the bed without needing to look; kisses more interesting than looking for pieces of fabric. Kate's teeth catch his lower lip, biting down only briefly.
She does, after all, need to draw back in order to separate the restraints from each other, to take his each of his wrists gently in her hand and wrap the cloth around them before she ties everything to the headboard. )
Comfortable?
( She'd like to think that having her straddled in your lap is a pretty comfortable thing. )
[It's not often that she demonstrates that she has the ability to overpower him easily if she has a mind to. The display prompts an unexpected thrill of excitement that doesn't settle as she moves over his lap, his heart already thudding against his ribs while she takes one wrist, then the other.
He doesn't resist. He doesn't want to.]
Quite. [Ignis replies with a small, slightly crooked smile as he lightly tests the security of one of the restraints.]
So, [He murmurs then, a quiet throwback to a far, far earlier conversation.] Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?
( It's not often she feels the need to, really. But if he's going to be so impatient as to ask what she's waiting for, then it's only fair to remind him who's in charge here and now.
Kate's tongue runs over her lips idly, fingertips skimming the soft fabric of his shirt, brown eyes sharp as her head tilts, the look of a predator with plenty of time to play with her food.
What does she plan to do with him, still so clothed and securely tied to the headboard?
She supposes the best place to start is by flicking open each button of his shirt, pushing the fabric to one side when her head dips down to press kisses to bare skin in a slow trail that leads up to his lips. A finger traces the lines of his collarbone, across the hollow of his neck before she pulls back from his lips, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of her mouth. )
[He's sure she has some kind of a plan, but he had never anticipated just how much being restrained like this would affect him. Ignis twitches against the fabric around his wrists, instinctively wanting to touch her and finding his pulse stuttering each time he's rendered unable to do so. His breathing quickens, carefully held when she kisses him, and then--
That is not a question he expected to be asked.
The answer doesn't come immediately. He looks at her, quietly searching her expression for... for what? For the briefest moment, he draws his lower lip between his teeth in a long-shaken demonstration of rattled nerves, then his lips quirk into a small smile.
( The little reactions become more obvious as her lips trail upwards, and Kate has to bite back a smirk of self-satisfaction knowing that she has all of this to play with and plenty of time to do so.
Her poker face lasts until that nod, smile curving into something more dangerous at his response, lips immediately seeking out his for another kiss, one harder and more urgent than before, all tongue and teeth while fingers stroll their way across bare skin to the waistband of his trousers. Hips lift just enough that her fingers can work apart the buttons in the way before she, with all the reluctance of someone who could sink into his lips forever, pulls away from the kiss. )
Hips.
( The shirt will have to stay on, but she can get rid of all this obnoxious trouser fabric much more easily. )
[He has walked right into situations with no idea of what he can expect to find so many times in his life that the way his nerves spring up to prickle at him now is a vaguely unpleasant surprise. But there, too, muffling that discomfort quite amply is the heady excitement of what she's asked of him.
The way his wrists are tied makes it difficult to move, but he has a feeling she likes it that way. His hips shift up to her demand, giving her an easy route to tugging off the offending garment while his breathing subtly shivers and he watches her every move.
He trusts her. Enough to try it, and enough to believe she'll stop if he tells her to.]
( He's beautiful like this. He's beautiful all of the time, but like this - a little nervous and fully at the mercy of her ideas, her touches and desires, trusting in her -, he's almost ethereal. Her heart stutters slightly as the weight of how easily he acquiesces to her ideas settles in her stomach; it's one thing to take charge, but quite another to ask and have the reins handed to her so willingly. Kate smiles, and her eyes don't leave his even as she pulls off his trousers and underwear with one fluid movement, letting them crumple into a pile on the floor before gentle, practised fingers dance slowly up scars and muscle, trace his lips idly, and snake their way back down.
She spends minutes like that, slowly mapping out his chest with her fingers, head ducking down to sink teeth into pale skin, dotting new marks across his chest and hips, new signs of her existence on his body before her tongue teases the head of his cock and she settles between his legs. Her fingers trace his inner thighs idly, skirting close but never slipping, always skittering away when they brush the space between his legs.
In all honesty, this would be easier if Hadriel wasn't Hadriel. Wasn't so lacking in so many things. If it was more like home.
(Then again, if it was more like home, she'd have asked a very different question.)
Eventually, after her tongue has snaked across every inch of his cock, she pulls her head back enough to coat her fingers with saliva, to brush fingertips between cheeks before one slowly, gently, pushes its way in. )
[He wants to touch her. Gods he wants to and being unable only adds another heady layer to what he's feeling as her hands and her mouth trace idle paths across his skin. His breathing quickens with the thudding of his heart against his ribs, pulsing in his ears, the trailing of her fingers against his thighs feeling like fire on his skin.
The attention to his cock draws several low, soft groans caught around the edges of heavily exhaled breaths and once or twice he lifts his head to look at her, only to drop back again with another quiet moan. He hasn't forgotten what she asked - what he agreed to - and when she pauses and his head is buzzing with pleasure there's a small jolt of nerves that has him curling his fingers around the cloth keeping him restrained.
Ignis isn't sure what he expected. It isn't unpleasant, but-- ah it's strange and he tenses reflexively, a sharp breath drawn in between his teeth. His next few breaths audibly shake, then carefully slow as he persuades himself to relax and his shoulders settle back down against the bed.]
( Oh, she knows. Believe her, she knows well what he wants to do, and that's exactly why those hands are kept in place by restraints. It does the job better than simply pinning his hands down. Hers remain free, the finger inside him very gradually shifting when he mutters something that sounds like it couldn't quite manage to be a word. She rubs another against the softest parts of skin there, no intention of hurrying her way through this or adding more to such a new sensation.
Not yet.
The languid, soft curl of her finger in and out, coming to the edge and carefully pressing back in is equal parts safety and simple teasing, waiting out his reactions. Her lips take over the job her hands were doing only moments ago, kisses placed on the inside of his thighs; teeth nip softly at sensitive skin, far more delicate than they were down his chest.
Right now, she can't even remember what she thought could possibly be more important than this. )
[It's still strange, but his body resists less as the novel attention to it continues and his breathing evens out while remaining heavier than normal. Now and then he tugs on the bindings around his wrists, though it never seems to be in any effort to escape, rather a subconscious reaction to the slight sensation of fullness and the arousal racking him.
His hips start to twitch, following the movement of her hand and reacting to the soft nips to his thighs and he snatches in a few gasps, face turned aside and his forehead pressed to his arm.]
Ah--... [He groans again, softly, not for the first time since this began and curls his toes into the sheets, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding them apart.] Gods, Kate...
( Whatever expectations she held when asking to do this have been forgotten with each soft noise and twitch of his hips, and the movement of her hand finally becomes less languid as he moans her name. Her tongue winds its way back up the length of his cock, teasing and writhing against sensitive skin, kisses pressed gently to each inch.
This is exactly where she wants him, and what she sees - trembling thighs, his head lolled to one side as her finger works in and out of him - sparks electric under her skin, nerves and desire alight with each heavy breath.
But the question - the only question worth asking, at least - is how long he can last like this, with his hands bound and hers exploring freely. Fingernails trace his hipbone as she teases a second finger inside him, slow and patient with the addition. Lips press softly to the head of his cock, the kissing meant as a distraction from any added discomfort. )
[The attention to his cock is distracting, but not quite distracting enough for him to not notice when she teases the second fingertip against him. His eyes crack open and he lets out a quiet, sharp exhale, his grip on the ties around his wrists whitening his knuckles. He bites his lip then presses them together, his jaw tense and a shake in his body that has little to do with his level of arousal.]
Wait-- [He mutters, swallowing heavily and breaking into breathless, heavy panting as he tugs restlessly against the headrail. It's not a 'stop', not a 'don't' but a 'wait' and he takes a few moments to settle before he nods for her to continue.
The sensation is so alien, that peculiar fullness that has his hips jerking slightly every time she slides her fingers in. But it's good, it's getting better and it's so shockingly intimate that it shakes him more than he could have ever expected it to. He can't say how long he's going to last under this kind of assault... but it may not be much longer.]
( She's many things, but Kate isn't quite mean enough to disregard what he's saying in this scenario, and her fingers, even her tongue, still until he nods that he's okay. Shallow thrusts resume carefully, slowly, patient as it gets with each movement; each jerk of his hips and gasp as she works him making it easy to keep going like this.
Alien describes so much of what this is, far beyond the simple confines of this bed and this particular event, that it seems to only be appropriate that they do something like this. A first for both of them, but isn't the majority of everything that's happened? For how long they've been together and that brief, but all too meaningful words are out in the open and she's still here, rather than anywhere else...
All of it is more than Kate could have expected. More, even, than she ever wanted or considered possible.
It's comfortable, even when it's strange. She doesn't need to think here. All she needs to do is continue thrusting her fingers, each one pushing them in just a fraction further, her tongue and lips ever so idly working the tip of his cock. )
[When he looks back on this later he'll be unable to find where a line can be drawn over which he stepped into actively enjoying this. Each slightly deeper press of her fingers draws out a soft, breathless groan and a twitch-jerk of his hips down against the pressure and fullness of it. It aches but it doesn't hurt, and gradually, the attention from her mouth becomes an ample distraction.
A few low curses slip out, unbidden and un-noted by him as he's worked higher, barely realising when her fingers slide in to the knuckles.]
Ahgods-- [He gasps, a deep, shuddering breath trailing after it as he takes her in, the tip of his cock beading precum and the muscles between his hips lightly quivering. His heels dig against the bed, a whimper verging on a whine forcing its way from his throat.] Don't stop...
( Maybe there is no line. Maybe he always enjoyed it. She certainly is, every moan and gasp creates its own curl of pleasure through her, warm and intoxicating, another sign that he's totally in the palm of her hand, and she pays him back with steady, deep thrusts and the tip of her tongue tasting each bead of precum that drips.
Don't stop? Well, she can certainly follow that one instruction, and her fingers spread just a little bit inside of him, testing his reaction when she draws her mouth back until the only thing teasing his cock is the very tip of her tongue, flicking and tasting the head. Each sound that leaves his lips, every tremble of his thighs and hips against her arms only serve as encouragement. He likes this as much as she does, and that confirmation makes her steadier in her movements, drawing out every last moment possible with the rhythmic shift of her hand and the ghosting touch of her tongue. )
[Ignis twitches again when he feels that not-so-subtle increase in pressure, the slow spread of her fingers, but he doesn't ask her to wait this time. His head rolls back, eyes sliding shut, hands clenching up into tight fists. Everything about this is... intense, vulnerable, but gods if he isn't enjoying every second of it.
His climax rolls over him before he can even think to try and delay it, his breath caught in his chest as every muscle seems to tense. He rocks down against her fingers, the light touches of her mouth against him and chokes out a hoarse, strained groan through gritted teeth and a tense jaw.]
( Her smile is a brief thing, so soft it might not have been there at all before the more familiar smirk replaces it, a fingertip wiping the corner of her lips as she pulls back. He's spread out before her, exhausted and gasping and just so pretty like this. Slowly, carefully as one might brush fingers against fragile porcelain, she pulls her fingers out and slinks over to the other side of the bed, stretching out languidly beside him. )
Or should I keep going?
( Her hand reaches up, toying with the knot on one of the restraints idly. )
[Still tied up as he is, it's hard to calm down properly after that. Ignis pulls in a few deep, heaving breaths with his eyes closed and a sharp awareness of her movement along the bed, and it's only the lazy coyness of her words that has him glancing over to her.
He shifts his arms slightly, adjusting his wrists. Despite the care she'd taken in restraining him the way he'd fought it while she teased him has left faint red marks on the skin.]
Mm. [His breathing steadies easily, though the flush at the tops of his cheekbones and around the shell of his ears is taking longer to fade. There's a sated weariness to him as he looks at her, but he smiles.] You might want to give me a few minutes, first.
( Her idling fingers eventually hook under the fabric of the knot and pull it loose with a few precise movements, letting the fabric fall behind the bed without so much as a glance as Kate pushes herself up and over to undo the other.
A few minutes? She can do that, her hand coming to rest on his chest, lips brushing against the line of his jaw ever so gently. As far as firsts go, this is certainly one of the more memorable ones, and she doesn't feel like ruining the moment by rushing or speaking.
So, instead, she simply stretches out beside him, fingers light as they run across his side. )
[Ignis draws his arms down and rubs his wrists, though he doesn't appear too put-out by the marks on them. A quiet, but very clear satisfaction sinks into him and makes itself known in a soft and comfortable sigh as he brushes his fingers against a curl of her hair and smiles.]
That was a first. [He murmurs. Definitely one of the more memorable ones. His body is still tingling, still coming down from the high she pushed him to.
One arm slips around her and he coaxes her in for a kiss, lingering idly against her lips.]
That smile makes all of it even more worth the effort than before, and Kate gladly lets him pull her closer, lets the kiss linger, her lips brushing his gently. )
Mm, a fair assessment. [And not an untrue one. She's still finding so many ways to surprise him, it shouldn't be a shock that she did it here too. His thumb rubs idly against the base of her spine, that smile still lingering on his face as he looks at her.
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Ignis stays by the door with a slight smile tipping his lips up, his hands behind his back even as she toys with his shirt buttons. There are many other things that could be being done today, given their current situation and the necessity to keep things moving along, but this feels - at the moment - like a far more beneficial use of his time.
It should have been a red flag, that he would so willingly brush responsibility aside for this, but it simply doesn't occur to him.]
I see. [He moves his hands, then, planting them lightly on her waist and rubbing his thumbs against the lines of her hip bones.] You look as if you have a plan.
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Tonight, however, she certainly has a plan, as easily indicated by the way her eyes cast back to the bed for a brief second. Who needs responsibilities for the evening? Hadriel will still be there in the morning, and they're not the only people in the city. Let someone else do the work for a change. )
You still want to be tied up?
( That's her plan. But plans can change. They can be added to or shifted as need be. What she wants is important, surely, and she's used to getting it in this aspect of her life, but where's the fun if he doesn't want it too?
He's not like the others. His pleasure isn't simply a compliment to her skills, a boost to the ego, but something that matters.
So, plans will change if she needs to change them. )
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[It's less of a want, more of a curiosity, with the 'want' falling more into the side of it being something that she wants, and his being very content to do most things to make her happy. This has come up once or twice, though not often since their relationship started, but it would appear that this is not an idea that came out of nowhere...
With his hands on her hips, he gently walks her backwards towards the bed. Six, she's absolutely beautiful, and the fact that she only has eyes for him is something that he's grateful for every single day.]
What are you waiting for?
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The edges of her lips are tinged with a smirk, the question quickly answered with the curling of her fingers into his shirt, the show of strength that pushes him into the mattress. She doesn't waste time sliding on top of him, plucking the restraints from the bed without needing to look; kisses more interesting than looking for pieces of fabric. Kate's teeth catch his lower lip, biting down only briefly.
She does, after all, need to draw back in order to separate the restraints from each other, to take his each of his wrists gently in her hand and wrap the cloth around them before she ties everything to the headboard. )
Comfortable?
( She'd like to think that having her straddled in your lap is a pretty comfortable thing. )
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He doesn't resist. He doesn't want to.]
Quite. [Ignis replies with a small, slightly crooked smile as he lightly tests the security of one of the restraints.]
So, [He murmurs then, a quiet throwback to a far, far earlier conversation.] Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?
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Kate's tongue runs over her lips idly, fingertips skimming the soft fabric of his shirt, brown eyes sharp as her head tilts, the look of a predator with plenty of time to play with her food.
What does she plan to do with him, still so clothed and securely tied to the headboard?
She supposes the best place to start is by flicking open each button of his shirt, pushing the fabric to one side when her head dips down to press kisses to bare skin in a slow trail that leads up to his lips. A finger traces the lines of his collarbone, across the hollow of his neck before she pulls back from his lips, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of her mouth. )
Can I finger you?
( Well, if he wanted to know. )
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That is not a question he expected to be asked.
The answer doesn't come immediately. He looks at her, quietly searching her expression for... for what? For the briefest moment, he draws his lower lip between his teeth in a long-shaken demonstration of rattled nerves, then his lips quirk into a small smile.
He nods.]
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Her poker face lasts until that nod, smile curving into something more dangerous at his response, lips immediately seeking out his for another kiss, one harder and more urgent than before, all tongue and teeth while fingers stroll their way across bare skin to the waistband of his trousers. Hips lift just enough that her fingers can work apart the buttons in the way before she, with all the reluctance of someone who could sink into his lips forever, pulls away from the kiss. )
Hips.
( The shirt will have to stay on, but she can get rid of all this obnoxious trouser fabric much more easily. )
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The way his wrists are tied makes it difficult to move, but he has a feeling she likes it that way. His hips shift up to her demand, giving her an easy route to tugging off the offending garment while his breathing subtly shivers and he watches her every move.
He trusts her. Enough to try it, and enough to believe she'll stop if he tells her to.]
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She spends minutes like that, slowly mapping out his chest with her fingers, head ducking down to sink teeth into pale skin, dotting new marks across his chest and hips, new signs of her existence on his body before her tongue teases the head of his cock and she settles between his legs. Her fingers trace his inner thighs idly, skirting close but never slipping, always skittering away when they brush the space between his legs.
In all honesty, this would be easier if Hadriel wasn't Hadriel. Wasn't so lacking in so many things. If it was more like home.
(Then again, if it was more like home, she'd have asked a very different question.)
Eventually, after her tongue has snaked across every inch of his cock, she pulls her head back enough to coat her fingers with saliva, to brush fingertips between cheeks before one slowly, gently, pushes its way in. )
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The attention to his cock draws several low, soft groans caught around the edges of heavily exhaled breaths and once or twice he lifts his head to look at her, only to drop back again with another quiet moan. He hasn't forgotten what she asked - what he agreed to - and when she pauses and his head is buzzing with pleasure there's a small jolt of nerves that has him curling his fingers around the cloth keeping him restrained.
Ignis isn't sure what he expected. It isn't unpleasant, but-- ah it's strange and he tenses reflexively, a sharp breath drawn in between his teeth. His next few breaths audibly shake, then carefully slow as he persuades himself to relax and his shoulders settle back down against the bed.]
Mmn-- [He mutters, quite coherently. He's fine. Carry on.]
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Not yet.
The languid, soft curl of her finger in and out, coming to the edge and carefully pressing back in is equal parts safety and simple teasing, waiting out his reactions. Her lips take over the job her hands were doing only moments ago, kisses placed on the inside of his thighs; teeth nip softly at sensitive skin, far more delicate than they were down his chest.
Right now, she can't even remember what she thought could possibly be more important than this. )
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His hips start to twitch, following the movement of her hand and reacting to the soft nips to his thighs and he snatches in a few gasps, face turned aside and his forehead pressed to his arm.]
Ah--... [He groans again, softly, not for the first time since this began and curls his toes into the sheets, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding them apart.] Gods, Kate...
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This is exactly where she wants him, and what she sees - trembling thighs, his head lolled to one side as her finger works in and out of him - sparks electric under her skin, nerves and desire alight with each heavy breath.
But the question - the only question worth asking, at least - is how long he can last like this, with his hands bound and hers exploring freely. Fingernails trace his hipbone as she teases a second finger inside him, slow and patient with the addition. Lips press softly to the head of his cock, the kissing meant as a distraction from any added discomfort. )
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Wait-- [He mutters, swallowing heavily and breaking into breathless, heavy panting as he tugs restlessly against the headrail. It's not a 'stop', not a 'don't' but a 'wait' and he takes a few moments to settle before he nods for her to continue.
The sensation is so alien, that peculiar fullness that has his hips jerking slightly every time she slides her fingers in. But it's good, it's getting better and it's so shockingly intimate that it shakes him more than he could have ever expected it to. He can't say how long he's going to last under this kind of assault... but it may not be much longer.]
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Alien describes so much of what this is, far beyond the simple confines of this bed and this particular event, that it seems to only be appropriate that they do something like this. A first for both of them, but isn't the majority of everything that's happened? For how long they've been together and that brief, but all too meaningful words are out in the open and she's still here, rather than anywhere else...
All of it is more than Kate could have expected. More, even, than she ever wanted or considered possible.
It's comfortable, even when it's strange. She doesn't need to think here. All she needs to do is continue thrusting her fingers, each one pushing them in just a fraction further, her tongue and lips ever so idly working the tip of his cock. )
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A few low curses slip out, unbidden and un-noted by him as he's worked higher, barely realising when her fingers slide in to the knuckles.]
Ahgods-- [He gasps, a deep, shuddering breath trailing after it as he takes her in, the tip of his cock beading precum and the muscles between his hips lightly quivering. His heels dig against the bed, a whimper verging on a whine forcing its way from his throat.] Don't stop...
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Don't stop? Well, she can certainly follow that one instruction, and her fingers spread just a little bit inside of him, testing his reaction when she draws her mouth back until the only thing teasing his cock is the very tip of her tongue, flicking and tasting the head. Each sound that leaves his lips, every tremble of his thighs and hips against her arms only serve as encouragement. He likes this as much as she does, and that confirmation makes her steadier in her movements, drawing out every last moment possible with the rhythmic shift of her hand and the ghosting touch of her tongue. )
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His climax rolls over him before he can even think to try and delay it, his breath caught in his chest as every muscle seems to tense. He rocks down against her fingers, the light touches of her mouth against him and chokes out a hoarse, strained groan through gritted teeth and a tense jaw.]
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Or should I keep going?
( Her hand reaches up, toying with the knot on one of the restraints idly. )
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He shifts his arms slightly, adjusting his wrists. Despite the care she'd taken in restraining him the way he'd fought it while she teased him has left faint red marks on the skin.]
Mm. [His breathing steadies easily, though the flush at the tops of his cheekbones and around the shell of his ears is taking longer to fade. There's a sated weariness to him as he looks at her, but he smiles.] You might want to give me a few minutes, first.
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A few minutes? She can do that, her hand coming to rest on his chest, lips brushing against the line of his jaw ever so gently. As far as firsts go, this is certainly one of the more memorable ones, and she doesn't feel like ruining the moment by rushing or speaking.
So, instead, she simply stretches out beside him, fingers light as they run across his side. )
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That was a first. [He murmurs. Definitely one of the more memorable ones. His body is still tingling, still coming down from the high she pushed him to.
One arm slips around her and he coaxes her in for a kiss, lingering idly against her lips.]
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( She's not sorry.
That smile makes all of it even more worth the effort than before, and Kate gladly lets him pull her closer, lets the kiss linger, her lips brushing his gently. )
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Gods, but she is lovely, and all for him.]
How long have you had that on your mind?
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