What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know

May 08, 2011 23:56

Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray), Smoke (inthecenterfold)
Date/Time: Sunday, May 8th, early afternoon
Location: Smoke's home
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurayami gets her memories of Edensphere back.

What I resist, you love, no matter how high or low I go )

saiyuki: sha gojyo (smoke), haibane renmei: reki (kurayami)

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paintitgray May 10 2011, 05:50:10 UTC
There was no real way to miss that wince, that moment of hesitation. For a split second, as he drew away from her, Kurayami considered asking him what was wrong. Then she remembered the damp layer of tears on her cheeks, just beginning to dry, and decided against it. There were too many possible answers.

Instead, she waited. And found herself being led gently towards...a chair.

Slightly bewildered, she glanced from Smoke to the chair and back again as he sat down. His fingers were curled around hers, tugging just slightly, more of a shy request than anything...

Wait. A look of what probably verged on comical surprise flashed across Kurayami's face, as she registered that last thought. Shy. Smoke looked shy? Her brow furrowed slightly as she searched his face for a clue to what was going on, but what she saw there just deepened her bewilderment. He did look shy, with his chin tilted up to look at her - and hesitant, and unsure of himself, and even a little vulnerable. About what? Kissing her? Smoke?

Thoroughly confused, she found herself hesitating as well, with her hands still linked with his. What does he want?

Then, slowly, since he wasn't letting go and he still had that worried, hopeful look on his face and she wasn't nearly done kissing him, she leaned down to press her lips to his again, with her long wet hair sliding over her shoulder to hang in the air between them. If that was a problem, she was damn sure he'd find a way to let her know.

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inthecenterfold May 11 2011, 05:05:38 UTC
Smoke sighed to himself, mildly frustrated-yet-not-surprised that she didn't quite get his hint. He continued kissing her as he decided what to do; he ended up reaching his left hand up behind her head and hooked his right hand behind her knee. That didn't take long, so he tugged gently on her lips as he pulled back with a teasing, insistent grin.

"Oh just c'mere."

He positioned his left leg between hers and pulled gently on her right knee so that, when she buckled, she'd be sitting in his lap. That accomplished, he massaged her thigh with his right hand, taking special care to dip over to her inner thigh and back again. He let his left hand fall along the length of her body until it rested on her hip, though it didn't rest long. Meanwhile, instead of kissing her on the mouth some more, he took to her neck and chin. He made sure to nose up under her wet collar as much as possible and down her collarbone as well. That was when he repositioned his left hand again, pushing it up under her shirt (higher this time) and trying to warm her lower back.

Still, he needed to draw back again, just enough to ask, "Like it?"

As much as he was enjoying himself, since the wet clothing was almost kinky now what with how much he liked shower sex, he enjoyed confirmation just a bit more. A bit of an ego boost, a bit of a sense of obligation, he liked hearing his partner's pleasure as much as feeling it.

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paintitgray May 11 2011, 05:49:19 UTC
Kurayami let out a little umph! of surprise when he tugged her down, but let it happen. To be honest, she liked the feeling of being closer to him, sort of wrapped around him and supported by him, and -

Oh. His hands on her skin and the wet fabric of her skirt; his mouth trailing down her neck. She shivered and curled her arms around his shoulders, one hand sliding up into the soft hair at the nape of his neck in a silent yes as he kissed along her collarbone. This was - foreign, part of her said, and taboo, another part of her murmured, and the rest of her...laughed, and gave the rest of the world the finger with relish. This was maddening and intense and strange, but it made her feel so alive that it left her trembling.

She felt a distinct flicker of annoyance, however, when he stopped to ask, still with that grin; and she made a slight face. He was doing it again - putting on that smug, flirty approach. She damn well didn't get it. She'd already seen him at...well, it might not have been his raw and open worst, but it had to have been close. Why did he still feel the need to do this? That constant silly pushing and posturing, for an ego stroke or a confirmation or a morsel of approval...

...oh. A few things fell into place in Kurayami's head, at that moment. Her eyebrows went up, just slightly, as she processed the pattern they made. A possibility. Hunh.

She pressed her lips together, thinking, for an eyeblink - and then smiled, just a little, and leaned her forehead against his. "Yeah," she said, simply. Honestly. "I do."

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inthecenterfold May 11 2011, 06:35:35 UTC
She was staring right into his face, so there was no way for him to hide his expression. Any other situation, yeah, but not when making out or sex or anything like that. If he wasn't feeling it, he usually just changed it so he was enjoying it.

So what she saw was a clear gleam of arousal - behind it, though, that flicker of hesitation remained. She'd never know, but it was almost completely his own issues - part of it was how he felt a little guilty taking virginity, but that had to happen sometime and he'd already crossed that bridge with Juliet. The rest of it was all having to do with actually letting someone else take some control of the sexual encounter. This was a good first step for him because he didn't feel pinned; he still had a dominance in spite of her sitting on top of him. This he could handle.

"Good. I like it too." It may have sounded like an obvious statement at first, but it lacked any pretense from him at all.

His first impulse was to let his hands wander more, but checked that when he realized he wasn't gunning for sex out of this. He wasn't mentally prepared for how that would go, due to her wings and all. It was a hard pill for him to swallow, but it was true; Smoke was having reservations about sex. Someone mark the date on a calendar!

The point remained, though, that he didn't want to work himself up much more than he already was, so he could hold back on the more intense stuff. He could massage her back without getting too close to her wing joints, he could trail his fingers up and down her leg, he could cradle her head, he could hold one of her hands in one of his, he could kiss her with an open mouth... And at first all of that felt like 'settling' in his mind. It definitely had been that way in the past for him.

Now, though? The more time he spent noticing where she touched and how, the expression on her face, the little shivers over her skin - the more he found himself getting aroused by it all. It was so 'vanilla' for him, yet there he was enjoying it thoroughly. He couldn't place why beyond a feeling of accomplishment - he'd earned Kurayami sitting in his lap. Had he asked her for this on the day he'd first met her, he'd have received some variation of a Hell No, and he knew it. Yet here she was, and it had been months of him longing for free reign to touch her and kiss her like this. Who wouldn't feel a little excited by that?

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paintitgray May 17 2011, 04:47:06 UTC
Her smile turned into a grin as he said that. Partly for the honesty, partly for the look on his face...and partly because, well, he wasn't the only one who liked to know he was wanted. (Needed? She wasn't going to count that chicken just yet, but still. Wanted.)

"Good," she echoed, and when he didn't move to kiss her further, she chuckled and settled closer, letting her arms slide along his shoulders until she could wrap them around his neck and rest her chin on his shoulder. It was...comfortable and electric at the same time, pressing so close to him; the curves of his muscles were tangible through his wet clothes, his hips against her thighs where her skirt had rucked up, and it made the roots of her feathers and the hair at the nape of her neck prickle pleasantly.

She could feel his pulse beating against her cheek. She sighed a little, and closed her eyes. She hadn't lost him, and he hadn't lost her. Yet. Maybe...maybe she could live with 'yet', for now.

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inthecenterfold May 17 2011, 06:58:48 UTC
He exhaled a little when she rested against him like that. He could feel her breasts against his upper chest, not to mention where her lower body now sat. He kissed her neck slowly now, trailing lips and the faintest teeth grazes down until he reached her collar bone. Then, he kissed his way back up.

"Too bad I can't help you out of these cold, wet clothes. I'd ask for a rain check but..." He laughed. For one, he didn't really expect her to let him undress her. Second, he didn't have any clothes other than his own to offer her. Third, he did manage to make a joke in there.

He pushed both hands up under her wet shirt again, massaging the skin just above her hips before moving around to her lower back too. "Not that I mind this way one bit."

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paintitgray May 26 2011, 06:01:19 UTC
She smiled at the kisses, and shivered a little - but it turned into a shudder, and she frowned. Now that they had cooled off a little, she was cooling down, too, and her wet clothes were starting to feel less sexy and more clammy.

"Honestly," she admitted, sitting up a little and giving him a rueful look, "I wouldn't mind a change of clothes. If you've got any."

She plucked at the wet hem of her shirt where it was pushed up, exposing a strip of pale stomach that was currently prickled with goosebumps.

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inthecenterfold May 26 2011, 21:11:19 UTC
He was starting to get only lukewarm himself - made for an easy enough reason to break things off for tonight. "They might be a little big, but better than you getting sick. You can take my umbrella and just give it back sometime. Now-" He kissed her on the lips once more as he lifted her by her thighs, up and away from him just enough for her to stand up on her own power. "Shirt, pants, anything else? Any style?"

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paintitgray May 27 2011, 06:25:53 UTC
"Mmm," she said, against his mouth - half enjoying the kiss, half thinking out loud. "A style?" Did she have a style? Standing now, with one arm still slung over his shoulder, she glanced down at her rumpled clothes and laughed.

"Well, I can't look worse," she pointed out, raking her wet hair back again with her free hand. "I guess anything you've got clean'll do."

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inthecenterfold May 27 2011, 06:42:49 UTC
"Oh so anything I've got would make you look worse?" He teased cheekily over his shoulder as he left for his room. "Let's see..." He grabbed a white wife-beater and a long-sleeved black shirt for over top of it. He wasn't so naive to offer a wet girl a white t-shirt. Everything else he had was jeans and shorts, but maybe... He came out and set the two shirts on the table for her. "One sec."

He pressed his way into the second bedroom, trying to keep his pet from rushing out. He dug through the dressed drawers and found what he was looking for - a pair of grey drawstring pants, figuring at least they'd stay up that way. They were put to better use this way, at least.

He came back out and offered her the pants. "I don't need these back right away."

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paintitgray May 27 2011, 07:10:28 UTC
"Not what I meant," she called after him, and settled onto the vacated chair to wait, propping her chin on the back. Her skin was still tingling. It was a nice feeling...

She went to fetch the shirts when he left them, though, and made a face at the long-sleeved one. The white one at least looked wide-collared enough to work. Moving quickly, she struggled out of her drenched jacket and shirt and slipped into the dry top. It hung loosely on her narrower frame, but the collar was indeed big enough to pull down in the back and easily let her wings out.

She was still debating whether she ought to stretch the hell out of Smoke's nice black shirt when he came back with the pants. "I'll wash them for you first," she offered, taking the pants and stepping into them, then hitching them up under her skirt. "These are comfortable," she observed, surprised.

It was a little harder to unfasten her skirt and wriggle out of it with the pants and shirt on, but she managed to drop it in a puddle around her feet without getting the pants too wet.

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inthecenterfold May 28 2011, 18:23:00 UTC
"Yeah they're..." He watched her change with wide-eyed fascination. She wasn't completely stripping, but he was a little surprised that she just went for it in front of him. "Not... mine..."

Eyes up, eyes up, he ordered himself as he noted she only went with the white shirt for now. "You might want that other shirt before you go..." Before I get myself in trouble. "And I'll grab that umbrella now."

He moved to the front of the apartment to hunt for it, so that maybe his eyes wouldn't betray him. He'd really rather leave on a good note after how rocky things had started off.

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