Milli - Connor was a baaaaad man... *eg*
...and now - well, he's gonna fix that.
((there isn't actually any RP'd sex / smut behind the cut - just keeping pup's LJ page neat - plus, mun is heading off to bed))
ETA: ((okay - still no RP'd sex, but there's some 'stuff that'll probably lead in that direction' there now.))
The elevator doors open and he carries her across the floor toward the bedroom - lips still working against her neck. He spent all that time getting her to this incoherent state, he's not about to give that up just yet - it was too much fun. He sits her on the bed and using 400+ years worth of experience, manages to kneel behind her, mouth never leaving her neck, and now both hands beneath her shirt.
His hands skim up her sides to cup her breasts as he kisses his way down her neck to the tender spot where it meets her shoulder. She leans back into him, pressing herself against his chest. A soft moan reaches his ears and he grins against her skin.
Slowly, he moves a hand to slide her shirt off one shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin. Her hands reach up to play in his hair, tousling it, mussing it, tugging at it. He breaks the contact, but only long enough to pull the shirt over her head. The other side of her neck is now the focus of his attention... the attention of his mouth anyway. His hands, he brushes over her skin - lightly, then pressing in, then scratching with blunt nails - eliciting moans and gasps from her.
She arches against him, latching her hands around his writsts, trying to push them down her body. Biting at her earlobe, he pulls his hands free and, starting at her shoulders, smooths them down her arms, to her hands and links his fingers with hers.
He knows what she wants, but he's gonna make her wait. It's why he's still kneeling behind her, his arms around her, but she pulls her hands free and digs her fingers into his hair.
He spends a great deal of time teasing her skin - everything above the waist, anyway - making her squirm. She's nearly there, he can feel it. He doesn't want that just yet, so he pulls away a little and pushes his fingers through her hair; her long, dark hair.
A moan and she turns, shifts and kneels on the bed, now facing him, kissing him, pushing him back so she's laying on top of him. She feels like she's in control, but this is his game and he's not ready for her to lead.
He holds her head away from his, pushing his hands into her hair, making her want, need. He feels the resistance. Feels her wanting to taste, wanting to kiss, just wanting. He does let her unbutton his shirt and her hands are strong and warm on his chest, but he still isn't letting her kiss him - for the moment.
It is, however, getting harder to resist - her hips grinding against his and she's toed off her shoes and is, somehow, rubbing one foot up and down his leg. Talented girl.
Slowly, he lets her down, closer, but when she nears his face, she turns her head to attack his neck. Her teeth pinching a bit, but not drawing blood - and he's hoping she never does that. It wouldn't kill him, obviously, it's just terribly messy to deal with - and kinda gross.
She kisses up along his neck and whispers something in his ear. He laughs, moves his hands over her back and expertly releases the catch of her bra with one hand, while the other begins to pull it off her body. The garment disappears off the edge of the bed and he draws her in for a kiss - soft and slow. It's stopped her hip movements, but her foot is still stoking his leg and her hands are clenching around his hair.
((there isn't actually any RP'd sex / smut behind the cut - just keeping pup's LJ page neat - plus, mun is heading off to bed))
ETA: ((okay - still no RP'd sex, but there's some 'stuff that'll probably lead in that direction' there now.))
The elevator doors open and he carries her across the floor toward the bedroom - lips still working against her neck. He spent all that time getting her to this incoherent state, he's not about to give that up just yet - it was too much fun. He sits her on the bed and using 400+ years worth of experience, manages to kneel behind her, mouth never leaving her neck, and now both hands beneath her shirt.
His hands skim up her sides to cup her breasts as he kisses his way down her neck to the tender spot where it meets her shoulder. She leans back into him, pressing herself against his chest. A soft moan reaches his ears and he grins against her skin.
Slowly, he moves a hand to slide her shirt off one shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin. Her hands reach up to play in his hair, tousling it, mussing it, tugging at it. He breaks the contact, but only long enough to pull the shirt over her head. The other side of her neck is now the focus of his attention... the attention of his mouth anyway. His hands, he brushes over her skin - lightly, then pressing in, then scratching with blunt nails - eliciting moans and gasps from her.
She arches against him, latching her hands around his writsts, trying to push them down her body. Biting at her earlobe, he pulls his hands free and, starting at her shoulders, smooths them down her arms, to her hands and links his fingers with hers.
He knows what she wants, but he's gonna make her wait. It's why he's still kneeling behind her, his arms around her, but she pulls her hands free and digs her fingers into his hair.
He spends a great deal of time teasing her skin - everything above the waist, anyway - making her squirm. She's nearly there, he can feel it. He doesn't want that just yet, so he pulls away a little and pushes his fingers through her hair; her long, dark hair.
A moan and she turns, shifts and kneels on the bed, now facing him, kissing him, pushing him back so she's laying on top of him. She feels like she's in control, but this is his game and he's not ready for her to lead.
He holds her head away from his, pushing his hands into her hair, making her want, need. He feels the resistance. Feels her wanting to taste, wanting to kiss, just wanting. He does let her unbutton his shirt and her hands are strong and warm on his chest, but he still isn't letting her kiss him - for the moment.
It is, however, getting harder to resist - her hips grinding against his and she's toed off her shoes and is, somehow, rubbing one foot up and down his leg. Talented girl.
Slowly, he lets her down, closer, but when she nears his face, she turns her head to attack his neck. Her teeth pinching a bit, but not drawing blood - and he's hoping she never does that. It wouldn't kill him, obviously, it's just terribly messy to deal with - and kinda gross.
She kisses up along his neck and whispers something in his ear. He laughs, moves his hands over her back and expertly releases the catch of her bra with one hand, while the other begins to pull it off her body. The garment disappears off the edge of the bed and he draws her in for a kiss - soft and slow. It's stopped her hip movements, but her foot is still stoking his leg and her hands are clenching around his hair.