RP: Holiday Talk
Date: November 15th, 2011
Characters: Neve Stadheim, Jake Abernathy
Location: Abernathy Home
Status: Private
Summary: Neve and Jake have some alone time and discuss the Holidays
Completion: Incomplete
( Relaxing )
Characters: Neve Stadheim, Jake Abernathy
Location: Abernathy Home
Status: Private
Summary: Neve and Jake have some alone time and discuss the Holidays
Completion: Incomplete
( Relaxing )
She had heard those words spoken before, knew she was attractive, Hearing the words softly spoken by him sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the flush creeping up her cheeks. A mix between a gasp and a moan slipped out as he wrapped one strong arm around her waist, keeping her close as he continued his exploration of her skin was his mouth.
Her head fell back and she moaned as he mouth closed over her nipple, her back arching towards the contact as her hand fisted in his hair. She had missed this, but she didn't think that was the only reason she pressed against him and moaned, it was because it was Jake that she was so fully lost in the sensations. "Yes." Her voice was so light and breathy she wasn't even sure she had spoke her answer aloud. She didn't want to end this game, though the idea of Jake leaving on mark on her was heady and one she found more appealing than she ever thought she would.
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Nnnngh, God. He couldn't have asked for a better response, and he sucked harder, more hungrily. She really did have great breasts, he thought, completely focused on them and on her, enjoying himself and hoping that she liked this as much as he did.
That breathy little 'yes' made him mmmm softly against her skin as he moved to suck at her other breast, unable to help the temptation even if she had just said she wanted him to mark her there. Kind of hot, knowing she could be walking around looking fine but have a mark here that was his. He finally pulled back just enough to nibble around to the side of her breast, nipping at it, wondering if this spot would do or if he should keep experimenting around to find the perfect spot to leave a little mark for her.
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This was, well, she didn't have words to express what this was, the sensations coursing through her right now were heady and overwhelming and only got better with each moment. The hand on his shoulder tightened, nails gently digging into his bare skin and her hips bucked as she pressed closer to him, wanting to eliminate all space between them as he continued to lavish attention on her.
Another moan slipped across her lips as he moved his attention to her other breast, a shiver running through her has he hummed against her skin. She almost held him in place with the hand still fisted in his hair, shamelessly unwilling to give up the attention of his mouth focused on her, an impatient little noise escaped her as he continued his experimenting, an impatient streak flaring up as she waited for him to find a spot to leave his mark, though even as impatient as she was to be marked by him, she couldn't stop the needy moan as he nipped at her and she thought that with the way she was clutching at him he might end up with his own mark. "Jaaake...." She was unashamed at the needy whine in her voice. He was driving her insane, and she wondered if he even realized the effect he was having on her right now, how much she wanted him, wanted this.
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He gathered her even closer, pulling her up against him in an automatic motion, even if he couldn't press back up against her. It was so heady to have her on his lap like this, lost in sensation, moving so provocatively. It was enough to drive him a little crazy, in a good way, of course. A very good way.
It was highly encouraging the way she held him to her, and he had to admit he really liked her hand in his hair. He definitely didn't want to stop anytime soon, not when he could draw such delightful sounds out of her. "Patience, Neve," he said thickly, nibbling at the side of her breast lightly. He found himself wanting to draw it out, make her sound like that more. His other hand rose and started to play again with her other breast, lightly pinching and tugging the nipple. He finally nipped a little harder, sucking hard at the spot, enthusiastically enough to leave a mark if he kept on with it.
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She moaned softly as he drew her closer to him, the feel of his arm around her waist sent another shudder through her body. It was unconsciously done, the way her body moved against his as she lost herself in the moment, in the sensation. This was enthralling, he was enthralling, it made her want more, so much more.
Oh he was a frustrating man, so close to doing what she wanted him too, and yet she couldn't remain frustrated with him while he continued to tease and explore her breasts. "Patience...." she murmured with a moan, her body shuddering as he brought his hand back up to her breast, her body felt flushed and she made another needy little noise as he nipped her, eyes slipping closed and head falling back as another moan escaped her when he began suck on her pale skin. Her hand slipped from his shoulder, nails moving to scrap over his nipple, seeking to give him as much pleasure a she was feeling in this moment.
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His hands fell to her hips briefly, pressing her close, unconsciously urging her against him even if he couldn't feel it, forgetting in that moment that he wasn't quite whole, wasn't quite the same. His hands squeezed her rear, which was a much-admired part of her anatomy even if he probably wouldn't admit to it readily, especially given that it was conveniently leveled for him these days.
He moaned against her skin, pressing close. He sucked greedily, hungrily, scraping his teeth across the forming mark before turning his head slightly to once again close his lips around her nipple. He gently worried it with his teeth as well, though not for marking purposes this time, experimenting to see if she liked that as well. He wanted to know what she liked, so he could do it more. Make her feel good.
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She was focused on the way his hands felt on her hips, the way he pulled her close, eliminating any kind of space that might have been there, and for a moment she forgot that he couldn't feel the way she pressed against him, rolling her hips. Her hands moved almost restlessly over him, one sliding down his chest and stopping above his waist as she realized in the heat of the moment that continuing in the direction wouldn't have the effect she wanted. She was almost horrified with herself in that moment, worried she might have killed the mood. Though she was distracted by that thought as his hands moved to grab her ass, and she made a needy little noise, enjoying the way his hands felt on her.
The fact that nobody would see this mark, and yet they would know it was there was appealing, and she moaned as his mouth and teeth moved across her skin, a gasp escaping her as he took her nipple in his mouth again. She arched towards him, a pleased whimper filling the silence as he experimented with his teeth on her nipple. "Jake." She gasped, enjoying the feel, and maybe it was greedy but she wanted that feeling again, didn't want this to end really.
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He might not feel her movements where he would have otherwise, but the fact that she was moving, hips rocking against his, wasn't something he was unaware of. He found that sexy, exhilarating. That he could still make her do that, even if he couldn't feel it. Though he was unaware of it, unable to feel it, he was hard under his jeans. He made a needy sound in the back of his throat at the feel of her hand trailing across his abs, though for a moment he felt her still completely.
It was a brief self conscious moment of awareness that his difference had impinged upon her, but she felt so good on top of him and his hands had their own instincts, reaching to grab her.
Her sounds were intoxicating. He loved to hear them, wanted to hear her cry out like that. He did it again, to see if it would have the same result, tugging at it gently with his teeth. His hands spanned her waist, teasing just under her waistband experimentally, not really sure what he was doing other than trying to make her feel good.
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Her moment of hesitation was fleeting, a part of her was much more focused on the hear and now, and she didn't want to treat him any differently, didn't want to treat this any differently. She could almost berate herself for even having that moment of hesitation, for thinking any differently of him, and as he made a very obvious needy noise she made the decision not to change what she would have normally done in this situation. Her fingers trailed over his abs again, sliding lower, just barely slipping under the waistband of his jeans. She wouldn't focus on it, though she couldn't stop the moment of worry that her actions might have more of a negative effect. Leaning forward, she placed her mouth next to his ear and quietly asked. "Is this okay?" She pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive skin below his ear, her other hand still moving over him, memorizing him.
Would she ever become accustom to the feel of his hands on her? His hands felt amazing, big and strong, and she was completely unashamed of the way she now yearned to have them on her.
He was going to drive her mad, and yet she didn't care. The things he was doing, she wanted more, wanted him. She gasped and moaned as he repeated the action, hips unconsciously bucking against him, another needy noise escaping her as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans. Curiosity had her wondering what he might do next, and the thought alone had her pressing against him, silently urging him to continue.
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He shivered faintly as her hand trailed down again, feeling a flutter in his stomach, part nerves, part desire. He was a bit nervous, suddenly, through the lust and desire clouding his mind. His hands continued to travel over her, however, and shivered again as her lips pressed below his ear. "Yeah," he said, voice husky yet light. "Yeah, I think so." He was a little unsure, but unwilling to stop just yet. She hadn't pushed past anything he couldn't handle yet. He felt a little silly to think of it like that, but it was true that he realized he still had limitations, though he didn't want them.
If he could, he'd carry her to his room, stretch her out on his bed and make love to her. But he knew that while he was completely and utterly comfortable doing that with her, wanting to touch every inch of her skin, he wasn't quite ready to strip himself completely down. That wasn't fair, most likely; almost hypocritical... yet. It was confusing, and his brain wasn't working clearly, he just wanted her.
Slowly he wiggled his fingers down a little further, knowing he'd have to undo her pants if he wanted any more than this. Her reaction was incredibly encouraging, though. He moved one hand around to the button of her pants, fingering it. "This okay?" he asked, pressing a kiss along her collarbone, echoing her from earlier, not wanting to push her too far, wanting to make sure.
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She could feel him shiver under her touch, and for a brief moment she wondered if she'd pushed to far. Was she doing this for him, did it still count as an attempt to please him if he couldn't feel it? Or would it be an entirely selfish action, one which she would be doing because it was what one would normally do in this situation? She was over thinking this all, and she didn't want to over think it, didn't want to distract from the feel of his hands on her, or her desire for him. "Are you sure?" She breathed, pressing another soft kiss below his ear, her fingers still just barely under the waist of his jeans. Her other hand slid up his chest and around to the nape of his neck, fingers sliding into his hair as she shifted to meet his gaze. She didn't want to question him like that, but she didn't want to selfishly do whatever it was she wanted, and have him only half certain of it all.
She shivered as he slipped his fingers further underneath the waist of her jeans, and a tiny needy noise slipped out of her. Moving against him again, she bite her lip to keep from asking him for more, instead she wanted to see how far he would push this. When he moved his hand to the button on her jeans, she wasn't ashamed by the pleased noise she made. "Yes." Her answer was soft and breathy, half distracted by the feel of his mouth on her again.
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It was a scary sort of situation to him, in a stupid sort of way. At least, in his brain. But above all of that, he trusted her. He leaned in and kissed her long and thoroughly, hand carding up into her hair. It relaxed him a bit, that kiss. "Think so," he murmured as he drew back slightly. "'ll let you know if it gets to not." He couldn't make any promises it wouldn't, initially, he was in an entirely new situation for him as of this moment. He just hoped she would understand and know it wasn't her, it was simply him.
He undid the button and pushed down her fly, hands pushing the jeans open. He slipped his hands further into her pants, fingering the edge of her underwear before slipping just under it in the back, squeezing her ass lightly again as he leaned forward to nibble lightly along her collarbone. His hands slipped further down until he could do it properly, squeezing again with a soft groan and pulling her hips up against him. He wanted to touch, wanted to explore all of her, even if it might suddenly seem too soon, except honestly this had been building between them as they'd focused so much on the emotional and less on the physical, in part because simply they didn't get alone time that often.
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The way he kissed her was assurance enough that he was okay with this, okay with her pushing. She made a soft contented noise into the kiss, her hand inching lower, hesitant even if he said he was okay with it. Part of her wondered how Jake might now it had become too much for him to handle, and she still couldn't help thinking this was more for her benefit than his, since he couldn't feel her hand on him there, not the way she could feel his hands on her. "We can stop whenever you want." She murmured, needing to assure him that she would not take it as a personal insult, or some form of rejection. She moved down his neck, finding his pulse point again and sucking gently, her fingers just barely sliding under the elastic of his boxers. Her movements were still hesitant, even if he couldn't feel them, she worried about pushing for too much, too fast.
Her heart raced as he undid her jeans, the idea of his hands on her, really on her without can kind of barrier between. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her, or the way she pushed back into his touch, one hand carding into his hair as he nipped at her collarbone. A surprised gasp slipped out as he pulled her hips up against him, unconsciously she rocked against him, and a needy noise came out of her as she moved her hands restlessly moving over him, nails leaving light trails across his skin as she drug them gently over the contours of his chest, his abs, any bare skin she could find. This might have felt fast, though the logical part of her reminded her that they had been together for over two months now, this was by no means fast, even if they had been focusing on the emotional aspect of things, focusing on their children, and in all honesty didn't have enough alone time together to do much of this before this point.
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Her touch made him want so much. It was different, but oh he wanted. His hands moved around where his thumbs grazed along her hipbones, both sure and questioning somehow all at once. He wanted to touch, to feel her, to satisfy those needy noises she was making as she rocked against him. God, he had to, he felt like. He needed to. He slipped one hand slowly down the front of her jeans, giving her a chance to protest but not stopping either. He tilted his head and claimed her lips again in a fierce, needy kiss.
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She shivered as his thumbs moved over her hipbones, causing her to reflexively jerk against him. She kept making little noises, kept rocking against him, even as he moved one of his hands, her heart racing as she realized, or hoped, that he was going to do what she thought he was going to do. "Please." The word was spoken into the kiss, she didn't want him to stop, but she wouldn't push either, though he didn't seem inclined to end this.
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She didn't stop him, said please, in fact, and he groaned softly and kept moving his hand down. He slipped his fingers into her folds, gentle and exploratory. He didn't know yet what she liked, what she would respond to, but he wanted to find out very much. For all his hands were big and strong, he could be very gentle and thorough.
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