[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
[ She's wearing too many layers to feel his thumb the way she wants. It's still just enough for her breath to catch, and for her to decide. The bra's shrugged off without much show, a little inelegantly perhaps, but maybe it's better for him to see her that way. Like a woman with desires, rather than something made of glass and too delicate to touch, as his careful questions keep making her feel.
She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Gorgeous. [His hand slides up to touch as he sorely wanted to this entire time. He throbs at the sight and feel of it- The weight, the softness. His heart thrums.]
Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
[ She flushes and smiles in spite of herself, a quick flash of appreciation for the compliment as he reaches out for her. His hands are gone too quickly, and she resolves to get them back up there, later, to see how much rougher he could get.
Her legs bend and stretch, trying to anticipate how he moves as he pulls her clothes off until she's as bare as he is. If he's the type to stare -- and she expects it, she's not met a man who hasn't stared even a little, for how strange she looks -- he'll note that she's white hair down below too, the contrast against her skin stark, neatly trimmed since she'd just had a pool day. She's typically perfectly at home in her own skin, but part of her is always watching for these first reactions up close. Was she too strange for him? ]
I try not to hide anything. [ She takes him by the hands, pushing her trousers away towards the nearest surface. He might be ready for her, but as she'd said - she needs to catch up.
She leans forward for another kiss, and guides one of his hands between her legs to where she's hot and waiting. ]
That's right, you're tough, aren't you? I admit... I'm used to being stronger than most others around me. Haven't really laid with anyone like me before.
[He doesn't look remotely off put by the white hair at all, instead he seems reflective for a moment.]
I've never been in the position to see it for myself, but I'm told I look quite different when I've semi-primed. I wonder if that just how it is with the thunder.
Though... That is something I typically don't show people, but... [he chuckles] Well, later, perhaps. I've talked enough, it's time for some action.
[He kisses her again as he starts to let himself off his leash, the kiss deeper, more passionate that the last. He wraps his arms around her and presses her flush with his body, relishing in the very feeling. ]
[ She's not going to say it out loud, not today. But it's not as if she'd lay with someone weak, either. That felt a little too dangerous considering what she was, and what she could do. And in many cases - the weak-willed never wanted to try anything with her anyway. She can't think of anything more discouraging, being with someone who was too unsure to even try.
She kisses him back, drawing it out and leaning back a little so she can feel him hot and hard against her body. It doesn't escape her that he moves like he's ready to just slip it in - so she draws back when she needs a breath, eyes flickering with light. ]
Is this all the action you're going to give me? [ She looks at him, amused, voice booking no argument. ] I don't care how - but get me wet before you put it in.
And people call me quick... I must be getting old. I better make quick with my plans, then-
[He plants a kiss on her jaw before his slips down to his knees. Propped up on those long legs of his, he's comfortably face level to lean forward and taste her.]
[He supports her thighs over his broad shoulders and sinks in without hesitation. He truly wasn't expecting her to actually suggest penetration, but who is he to disappoint? He's spurred on by the promise and command of it.]
[He gently presses her labia aside to give him better access to her clit, and he kisses the hood with wanton reverence. ]
[ The first touch of his mouth pulls a long exhale out of her. With as much humidity as there is in this little washroom, it'll seem as though the room breathes along with her, temperature rising as her anticipation does. If he's as sensitive to lightning as she thinks he is, then he'll also feel the prickle of static under her skin, a charge that builds the more attention he gives her.
Her hand finds its way down to his hair, curling into it as gently as possible as she braces herself. ]
... Slowly. Please. [ She's demanding, but at least she takes care to be polite about it. ]
[So thoroughly attuned with the electric as he is, he is very keen to its presence.]
[He can’t help but laugh a little.]
Slowly! After going right for my plums, even. If you want slow, let’s have a change of scenery, eh?
[It’s almost suffocating in here, as it is. He turns and shuts off the shower, opens the door, and then moves to pluck her from her position on the counter.]
[ Oh. Despite herself, the unique frustration of starting and then suddenly witholding the foreplay she's been anticipating since the previous evening, she laughs when he picks her up from the counter. ]
Are you capable of leisurely? [ She wraps her hands around his neck so she won't fall. ] I was getting the impression that you were not.
Hey- If you thought I wasn't capable, what are you doing asking it of me? Is this a test?
[He asks with a grin and a chuckle. It's not a real challenge, he doesn't mind. The distance to his bed is not far. The ashtray next to it is full, but he bedding is mussed but not horrible. It does smell profoundly of him.]
[He lays her down into it, picking up where he left off with his hands on her inner thighs, parting them to make room for himself.]
Not a test... Just trying to get to know you better. [ She'd wanted to steal a kiss after he dropped her onto the bed. But he moves back down to where he'd left off, and she can't complain for that. She hooks a leg over his shoulder, toes curling over the skin of his back playfully. ]
But you were getting me ready for you. [ She reaches down, helpfully parting herself with two fingers. ] So? Have a taste.
[And he's such a tease. He likes to talk around and make jokes. He's not so easy to know.]
Don't mind if I do.
[He dips his head and presses his tongue into her slit, lapping with fond adoration. He mumbles sweetly against her, his hands trailing from her thighs to her hips to pull her deeper and closer against his open mouth.]
[ She doesn't resist, letting him pull and shift her to his liking so that he can dive in as deep as he wanted. In a position like this, she couldn't be as pushy and demanding. But that suited her just fine, she could let her body and the sky outside speak for her. ]
Taste good?
[ She tries to rock her hips up, searching. One of her hands creeps down to lace her fingers with his at her hips, pulling it up to her clit. ] Keep going until I come.
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[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
Would that be alright with you?
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She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Pull it off for me.
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Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
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Her legs bend and stretch, trying to anticipate how he moves as he pulls her clothes off until she's as bare as he is. If he's the type to stare -- and she expects it, she's not met a man who hasn't stared even a little, for how strange she looks -- he'll note that she's white hair down below too, the contrast against her skin stark, neatly trimmed since she'd just had a pool day. She's typically perfectly at home in her own skin, but part of her is always watching for these first reactions up close. Was she too strange for him? ]
I try not to hide anything. [ She takes him by the hands, pushing her trousers away towards the nearest surface. He might be ready for her, but as she'd said - she needs to catch up.
She leans forward for another kiss, and guides one of his hands between her legs to where she's hot and waiting. ]
You don't have to be so careful. I won't break.
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[He doesn't look remotely off put by the white hair at all, instead he seems reflective for a moment.]
I've never been in the position to see it for myself, but I'm told I look quite different when I've semi-primed. I wonder if that just how it is with the thunder.
Though... That is something I typically don't show people, but... [he chuckles] Well, later, perhaps. I've talked enough, it's time for some action.
[He kisses her again as he starts to let himself off his leash, the kiss deeper, more passionate that the last. He wraps his arms around her and presses her flush with his body, relishing in the very feeling. ]
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She kisses him back, drawing it out and leaning back a little so she can feel him hot and hard against her body. It doesn't escape her that he moves like he's ready to just slip it in - so she draws back when she needs a breath, eyes flickering with light. ]
Is this all the action you're going to give me? [ She looks at him, amused, voice booking no argument. ] I don't care how - but get me wet before you put it in.
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[He plants a kiss on her jaw before his slips down to his knees. Propped up on those long legs of his, he's comfortably face level to lean forward and taste her.]
[He supports her thighs over his broad shoulders and sinks in without hesitation. He truly wasn't expecting her to actually suggest penetration, but who is he to disappoint? He's spurred on by the promise and command of it.]
[He gently presses her labia aside to give him better access to her clit, and he kisses the hood with wanton reverence. ]
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Her hand finds its way down to his hair, curling into it as gently as possible as she braces herself. ]
... Slowly. Please. [ She's demanding, but at least she takes care to be polite about it. ]
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[He can’t help but laugh a little.]
Slowly! After going right for my plums, even. If you want slow, let’s have a change of scenery, eh?
[It’s almost suffocating in here, as it is. He turns and shuts off the shower, opens the door, and then moves to pluck her from her position on the counter.]
If you want leisurely, let’s go to bed, hm?
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Are you capable of leisurely? [ She wraps her hands around his neck so she won't fall. ] I was getting the impression that you were not.
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[No. He can't. Well, for stints, maybe.]
Hey- If you thought I wasn't capable, what are you doing asking it of me? Is this a test?
[He asks with a grin and a chuckle. It's not a real challenge, he doesn't mind. The distance to his bed is not far. The ashtray next to it is full, but he bedding is mussed but not horrible. It does smell profoundly of him.]
[He lays her down into it, picking up where he left off with his hands on her inner thighs, parting them to make room for himself.]
Anyway- Where was I?
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But you were getting me ready for you. [ She reaches down, helpfully parting herself with two fingers. ] So? Have a taste.
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Don't mind if I do.
[He dips his head and presses his tongue into her slit, lapping with fond adoration. He mumbles sweetly against her, his hands trailing from her thighs to her hips to pull her deeper and closer against his open mouth.]
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Taste good?
[ She tries to rock her hips up, searching. One of her hands creeps down to lace her fingers with his at her hips, pulling it up to her clit. ] Keep going until I come.