[ooc: Warning! SMUT!]

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Her place, then.

It's not much changed, because this is the way she likes it, by and large. There's sunlight slanting through the windows, deep gold and warm, because she likes that, too.

It's almost shy, the way she leads him toward her bedroom. The bed's a little messy, red and pink and purple, with a stuffed turtle laying near the pillows.

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*His wicked smirk is now heavily tinged with pride. That is, until she begins to torment his hand.

He was breathing heavy to begin with, it's just now he's stupidly attempting to talk.*

is..is that the answer?

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She releases his hand after a long time, during which arcane and evil things are done with her tongue, and smiles.

"Not yet it's not."

She pulls him close, and kisses his lips. Chastely.

If you listen close, there might well be a purr in there somewhere.

"Thank you. That was lovely."

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*He doesn't try to disguise the punctuated gasps for air her attention is causing him to take. He also can't stop the cartoon-style hard swallow her answer induces.

It's his turn to tremble, and he does. At first all he can do is kiss her, words are unattainable at this point in time. Eventually, they do return.*

you...you're ...you're welcome. and evil. very very evil.

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She smiles. It's a little bit wicked.

She presses a kiss to his forehead. Then again to his lips. And then her fingers skittering down his throat, another kiss settling on the hollow.
A kiss over his heart, now. His belly.

And then her fingers find the fly of his jeans. She takes the zipper a tooth at a time. In the time it takes her to peel away the denim from his hips, whole lifetimes have happened.

"Lift your butt up. Thank you."

The pants are tossed in a corner, her kneeling on the bed between his legs.

Smoke-dark eyes stay fixed on his as she flutters her fingers near his navel and starts to drag inexorably downard...

[mnt_raph]

*When she kissed his lips, he purred.
When she moved down his body, he watched. An amused smile playing on his lips.
When she removed his pants he started to lose control of his breathing.
Now, with her leaning over him, he's beyond purring. He can't watch as his head has flopped back on the pillows. He's not breathing.

Anticipation. The killer of men.*

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The contrast of fabric and this velvet-soft stiff flesh... it's fascinating, really.

She looks down and smiles, because, truly, boy-parts are absurd-looking. Her hand around him, small and white and gentle.

Her eyes go back up to meet his.

"Don't you dare move."

And then she lowers her mouth to him. Lips sliding, tongue caressing-- there. Yes. And moving from that part to this, slow and savoring.

Her eyes do not leave his.

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*He had closed his eyes as he flopped back on the pillow. The sound of her voice calls him back. He lifts his head up and looks to her; poised ready to pounce.

She's said something, he's sure of it. He can still hear her voice echoing in his ears, but there's no comprehension of what she's said. The words have no meaning.

There is only her eyes, and the sensation. The overwhelming overload of sensation that makes this atheist cry for heaven.

Warm. Deliberate. Teasing, and yet not.*

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There's this thing that human-shaped bodies have called a gag reflex. She forgot about it.

She turns her face away, recoiling. A deliberate breath, in and blown out.

Eyes of bottomless dark turn back to regard him stretched out before her, battered and bruised.
Dirty or clean, he is her creature, and she will always, always claim him as such.

With a sheepish smile and a half-nervous laugh, she turns back to her task, this supremely warm part of him still safe in her hand.

She will give him this. Warmth and wet, lips and tongue and mouth and throat.

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*The sound of his own pulse stops roaring in his ears long enough for him to catch his bearings. He hears her cough and attempts to sit up, but is thwarted. A serious glance, and a serious grip are all it takes to keep him stationary.

His voice is barely above a whisper when he calls her name. A whisper that melts into a whimper. He belongs to her. Lock, stock and barrel.*

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If she could smile at him in this position, she would. She can't. Instead, she intensifies her ministrations.

Her eyes, though, are warm, and laughing.

From the base of him to the head, lingering for the slickness and the salt there, before she goes back again.

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*Maddening. She is absolutely maddening. There's a tremor that slowly begins to build. Knuckles crack as fingers ball into fists. Eyes wide, but unfocused. Mouth set in a silent scream.

Oh he doesn't want to hurt her, but he has to move. He wants to move. Dear god let him move. It's just too much to bear. Frantic. Too much. Not enough. Sensation that threatens more and then delivers. Fever pitched.

And with that, the wave crashes and he's left gasping for air.*

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All of him, swallowed up by her.

Swamp and sewer alike. The damp reptilian musk and the sharp human tang.

She raises her head, and drags a hand across her lips, making a face. There might be a sound vaguely like "Eyuck."

It wasn't that bad, though.

She crawls back upward to kiss his lips and smile, shyly, perched prim in the sheets.

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*He's since thrown his arm over his face. Partly because the light his harsh on his eyes, and partly because he's blushing like a madman. As a result of mental systems slowly flickering back to life, he misses her exclamation, and is quite surprised when she kisses him and he tastes it as well.

He pulls a face as he slowly moves his arm away from his face.*

Fuck it.

*Perched nothing, he pulls her down for a kiss. None of this prim stuff.
Deep. Long. Passionate. Frustrated.*

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She makes a small, joyous-- delighted?-- sound, as he kisses her. Maybe she's laughing against his mouth.

And that soon melts into something very like a purr. The backs of her fingers stroking ever-soft against his cheek as their mouths move in tandem, black lips following full rose.

Eventually, she pulls away a fraction of an inch to smile at him from underneath lashes at half-mast.

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*His hand gently strokes her neck and the underside of her chin. Only fitting for one that purrs so well.

There's a lazy smile from him for her as she breaks away from the kiss. He looks away momentarily, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. From beneath his mussed hair, he chances a look in her direction.*

how you doin'?

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She traces the curve in his cheek from the smile with one finger.

She can smell him, still taste him in her mouth. Her tongue runs along her teeth for a lingering instant.

"'M alright." A grin, now. "Not bad, all in all."

She leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

"How 'bout you?"

Her voice is lazy and slow, rather like the hand tracing small designs above his hip.

[mnt_raph]

*He attempts shock and horror. It falls flat.*

Not bad? Not bad? That it...I demand a rematch.

*he moves to sit up, but the way she's positioned above him hands moving as they are, make this more of a bluff than he'd like. Not that he's complaining.*

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She flops back on the bed next to him.

"Go right ahead."

Is that smile bordering into 'leer' territory? I do believe it is.

She cracks her knuckles out in front of her, stretching her arms out wide before lacing her fingers behind her head and leaning back, shooting a sidelong grin at him.

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*He sits up, tilting his head until his neck cracks. Every movement slow and diliberate as he crawls over to her. He growls, and positions himself as if to pounce, but at the last second gently places his head upon her shoulder and curls up next to her on the bed. An arm drapes across her chest, palm resting on the flat beneath her collarbone.*

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There's a very contented sigh, and she tilts her head to kiss his forehead, fingers curled loosely around his forearm. She idly strokes the warm skin there, tracing with upmost care and precision each and every scar.

Her fingers twine with his, after a while, and she drags his hand to cup the full swell of one of her breasts. It feels exquisitely right, somehow, being held in this manner.

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*It's not so much a sigh, as a grunt of approval, as he settles in next to her. Kissing the portions of her skin that he can reach with as little movement as possible.*

mmm. mammals.

*He says kissing her just beneath her ear. His hand caressing the silken skin be heneath it*

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Oh, that is supremely pleasant. She forgot how incredibly sensitive those jiggly bits can be.

"Mammary glands are nifty. I kind of like 'em."

The hand twined with his goes to play the back of her knuckles along his ribcage, a breath taken and let out in a contented sigh.

Her eyes focus up and out.

"Baby?"

Her voice is tender, soft like raw silk. Maybe too gentle.

[mnt_raph]

mmm. i suppose. gotta say i like who they're attached to more.

*With that he gives her as close to a full body squeeze as he can from this angle. And as luck would have it, midway through this, he hears the her call to him with a voice that can't possibly be good.*

hmm?

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"They do interesting things when handled correctly."

She melts into it, as best she can, nestled against him. Warmth and sweat and his pulse reflected soft back at him through her skin.

Her own heart runs at a rhythm beyond any mortal perception.

"Do you miss it? The shell?"

The mercy of the world hides in between the words.

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*Closing his eyes, he takes a breath that he wishes would fill him and replace the doubt. It doesn't. It's just air. So he releases it to be what it's supposed to be. Just air.*

sometimes...i guess.

I mean, there are pros and cons for everything, right? But this? It's what I've always wanted, you know?

*In other times and places, he might close that thought with But it's just not enough.*