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