Archived Gil/Alice Smut
[Gilbert's mood is just getting worse and worse, as the night goes on. He really just came to see Oz, and then everyone and their brother (or more specifically HIS brother) had to show up, and it just became... stressful.
As if being in a loud crazy place wasn't stressful anyway.
And just as he is trying to make his own escape for the dancefloor, who should he run into the but the rabbit, moving in the same direction. He leansdown to say something to her - probably along the lines of 'have you seen Oz?' - but then sees familiar faces coming in their direction and simply moves before he can think about it.
He grabs for her arm.]
Come on, you look like you need to catch your breath too.
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[Alice was just about to protest, rather loudly, over his grabbing her arm like that, but a glance back had her rapidly changing her mind. Instead she looked up at him and gave him a quick nod, a slight scowl on her slightly flushed face.]
A breath or you can just unseal me a bit. I won't...kill him. just maim him a little.
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[ Oh, there's nothing Gilbert would like better about now than to see that. But. He tugged her along toward the back of the club instead, hoping that at least there was somewhere to hide back there, despite what he'd heard about it.]
Can't. My master would get in trouble, and as much as I don't like him working here, he wouldn't be happy.
[ And that's the most important thing, always.]
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Fine.
[Oh yes, there's a definite pout there a bit at that, but she's not dragging her feet at all - she wants to get away from the bright lights and weird music and the sight of Oz happily working and paying attention to all those people.
And if that means sticking close to Gilbert for the moment as he cuts a quick path through the crowd, then so be it.]
Hey, Seaweed-head! Where are we going?
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Anywhere they're not!
[And Gilbert didn't even pause as they moved through a strange room with various cushioned dais-looking things, wispy curtains between them. In fact, he strode straight through, hoping for a place with an actual... door.
There!]
Come on, there has to be some place to hide back here!
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[For once, Alice was more than willing to agree with Gilbert. She barely cast the other room a glance as her gaze darted to the door, though she did wrinkle her nose a bit at the clash of scents there.
Movement caught her eye, enough that she saw a flash of two dark heads disappearing around a corner, but they were quickly dismissed in favor of the door that was closing behind them.]
There!
] Her eyes lit up and she let go of Gilbert, darted around him to catch the door. Her hand caught between the frame and the door, enough to have a blistering string of curses flow out of her mouth, but not enough to stop her from pushing it open and barging right in...]
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[ Gilbert followed, hot on her heels, and shut the door behind him, turning to ask if Alice's hand was okay, automatically. Never mind that they didn't always get along; he was starting to see her more favorably, all things considered.
And a little pain might be good to see her in, just for his petty heart's sake, but... that wasn't something he'd say.]
Are you..?
[ The words didn't have a chance to finish coming out, though, because he realized just then where they were. And where they were was a room full of some very dubious metal accoutrements: what looked like a cage, chains running everywhere... and... were those whips hanging out?]
Wha...?
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[Whatever this room was, wasn't 'normal' by any stretch of the imagination. Silver and black with things hanging from the ceiling and above a black leather bed...
and a neat row of whips and chains on one wall.
She blinked, then took first one step back, then another, until she bumped into Gilbert's chest, held up her hand for him to see as she murmured in confusion.]
...What the hell is this place, Seaweed-head?
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I-I-
[It wasn't that he had no idea though. Even though he didn't know in detail what those kinds of things were, he knew that there were sexual things that people did that involved... things like this.
He cleared his throat, reached for her hand almost to distract himself, checking for any serious damage there. The action at least enabled him to answer the question almost confidently.]
It's for sex...
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[It was distracting, to realize his hand was warm around hers, just like this close she could feel the heat from his body behind her, his scent right there teasing her senses.
It was disconcerting, just like learning to dance with Break had been. It was something she wasn't sure she wanted to notice, about either of them.
She shifted from foot to foot as her gaze swept the room once again, before she stepped away, to give them space between them, though she didn't pull her hand from his since he was looking at it.
Her other reached out to touch a soft leather crop, curious.]
How are these used for that? Humans are strange.
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[Explaining such things when he barely understood them himself wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Gilbert really didn't know how to explain it well, so he simply reached out for her other hand, tugged her closer back against him, and held on.]
Sometimes... people like to be bound, so they can't move.
[He nosed his way through her hair, pressed lips to her neck, almost teasing. Oz's, she was Oz's, and it wasn't that he had interest in her, not really. But the fact that she still held that dark mark on her cheek irked him, and this moment... seemed to be determined to happen. Fine.
He set teeth against her throat, bit down just enough to cause a little pain.]
Some people like it to hurt. Or so I hear.
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[She wasn't quite sure just why she reacted like she did - but if anything, she'd have to say it was that stupid dance lesson with Break and the way he'd...touched her at the end, before Elliot's interruption.
Still, whether the reason was for that or the whisper of that damned clown's words about bites as foreplay, or even because of something else entirely, her body still reacted quite obviously.
A tremor raced through her at the brush of lips, then again, deeper and more violent with the sharp brush of teeth, the hint of warm moisture of his tongue to already sweat-dampened skin. Her breath, which had caught at that initial feel of his grip around her wrist, slipped out in a low moan with that hint of pain before she tensed slightly.
It was probably just one more thing he could tease her about, seeing that kind of reaction. the thought was such that she shot back almost mockingly.]
Is that your point, brat? Do you want to hurt me? You really think you can?
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You know I'd love to hurt you.
[ There's no point in lying about it, after all. She was standing between himself and Oz, had been from the moment Oz had seen her. And the fact that Oz's life hung in the balance, ultimately, of the contract that he had with her... there was no way Gilbert could claim that he had no animosity toward the chain.
But Alice was more than that, and Oz's feelings toward her were not something Gilbert could treat lightly. His own concern for her might be solely because of Oz, but that didn't change the fact that he was concerned.
So he transferred both her wrists to one of his own hands, careful of the hand she had slammed in the door, and then slid his free hand to her face, touching her cheek.]
I don't know enough about this type of thing to offer you those things, but I can do this for you.
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[There was a moment's suspicion as he changed his grip, unsure what his intent was - he had her own powers sealed, after all. Like this, she really was physically weaker than him.
Yet she didn't have it in her to fear him, at all.
Not that darker look he sometimes had reflected in those golden eyes, or the way he sometimes shifted to cold-blooded killer. That was, after all, a side of humanity that she actually understood on the most basic level.
So here, now, she didn't strain or pull away from him. Instead, she just tilted her head back a bit more to look up at him with a hooded gaze.]
Why bother? It doesn't hurt or cause pain. It's just there.
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I don't know.
[Gilbert tugged his own hand back a little, dragging her a little closer to him by the grip he had on her wrists, pressing them closer together. The touch at her cheek was abandoned, but rather than move anywhere too risque, he simply slipped it down, around her waist.]
Oz and Vince both say that it's important, that it's dangerous.
[A pause.]
Use me, if you like.
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[Gilbert wasn't lying - Oz had said that to her on more than one
occasion. But even if he said that last part...she's only done that once, with Oz.
She blinked up at him, then broke the eye contact, long lashes lowering as she cut her eyes to the side. A faint flush warmed her cheeks, much like the larger palm wrapped around her side.
And then she shrugged, relaxed back against him for the first time.]
Even if you say that...I'm not sure how.
[And then a glare as she snapped her gaze up to glare warningly at him.]
Laugh and I’ll kick your head in brat.
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Do you really think I'm some sort of expert on it?
[Gilbert said the words quietly, and dropped his chin to the top of her head, finally releasing her hands and dropping both his own down to her waist. He spread his fingers, the touch almost a caress, and then spoke again, his chin moving against her crown.]
I think we can manage.
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[For a moment, Alice is simply quiet. Thinking. Because while she absolutely doesn't trust a single word that the sewer rat would have said, the fact that Oz has indicated on several occasions that the mark was a concern of his does hold sway over her.
Aside from that, she doesn't see what the great emphasis over doing that is. True that it feels good, but it's just an action. Just something you do with another, that brings a surprising pleasure to the body on the most carnal of levels.
So maybe that, along with Oz's concern, is the reason she turned around to face Gilbert. Violet eyes blinked up at him for a beat, then she pushed up on her tiptoes and leaned in, nipped lightly at the edge of his jaw as she murmured:]
Alright, Raven. I think we can managed that well enough.
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[Now that it's decided, he's a little thrown by her nipping at him that way, the entire thing so simple and casual. Of course, he has no idea what things like this mean for her, if anything, but it just seems strange; one moment he admits to wanting to hurt her, the next she's being almost playful with him.
He smiles a little, almost wryly, and bends to meet her, presses his lips against hers. It's not a very friendly kiss, really; too much pressure and a bit of hurry, one hand sliding down to pull her smaller body close against his again.]
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[Definitely wasn't like Oz, nothing like that lazy, almost reverent exploration that Oz had shown her - but then, Gilbert wasn't Oz. Gilbert was a bit of a brat. He was what she would call friend, but didn't think he would call it the same. At least not this Gilbert.
And not the one she knew from the other place, either.
But that was okay too. It was actually reassuring, to have this adversary even in this.
Which is why she pressed into him with the pull, bodies flush as she dove into the kiss just as firmly, her hands curling firmly around his shoulders to hold him in place.]
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[That returned aggression, that worked. If she had given him anything less, he would have become nervous about the act, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, what he was offering.
But this sort of interaction, between them? It didn't feel any different than fighting over food or Oz, didn't feel like anything more or less than their usual mix of animosity and that strange connection that seemed to go along with it, the occasional flashes of sympathy.
He let his own hands wander, bolder now, and became suddenly quite acquainted with the changes in her body this world had wrought. Because the fabric-covered globe that his hand came into contact with had most certainly not been quite so womanly or curvy before, and he squeezed at her ass, suddenly slipped his other hand down to touch as well, tugging her toward him even more with the grip.
Sheer lust suddenly came into the picture.]
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[A soft grunt slipped out of Alice at the way the additional pull had her on the very tips of her toes. The heat of his hands through the thin material of her dress, of his body pressed against hers, sent a sharp spike of unexpected lust through her. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down, closer, right before her lips curved into a smirk against his.
Just a beat, before she bit his lip, hard, to get him back for the way he practically lifted her off her feet, before pressing into the kiss once more, no finesse in the demand.]
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[Well, fine, if she was going to be like that, there was no reason for him to behave himself either. He sucked his lip between his teeth a little when she released it, tugged her upward a little more, actually trying to lift her offer her feet since it got that kind of response.
A quick spin had him pressing here against the door they had come through, returning the smirk into the kiss as he ground his hips against hers, artlessly.]
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Ahha!
[It was pure instinct that had Alice pressing her knees against his waist, her upper arms pressing down against his shoulders to steady herself with the sudden move.
And then the feel of his hardened length grinding against her through the barrier of his slacks. Her eyes fluttered shut as her back arched and her head pressed back against the door, hips shifting as much as she could with an impatient groan, wrapped her legs around his waist a bit better and jerked slightly against him with the new hold.]
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[Curves. That was something that Gilbert really wasn't used to, and he felt his body melding into hers in a different manner than he'd expected, her chest pressed against him as he pushed closer, the way his hands sank into her butt, just a certain way as he held her up against the wall.
There was no pretending she was someone else, was anything but Alice, the B-Rabbit, his adversary and perhaps comrade.
He pressed deeper into the kiss, tangled his tongue with hers eagerly, and shifted one hand away (though that felt almost like a loss) to pull at her dress a little, shoving it up her thigh in a rush, just trying to get less fabric between them.
Whatever this was, he wanted it now.]
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[Alice met impatience with impatience, challenged him in the messy tangle of tongues, little breaths gasped between their lips rather than breaking apart for a breath.
Because while she could explain the 'why' of it necessarily, all that mattered right then was the sudden, impatient, restless heat that slithered beneath her skin, practically burned with the rough scrape of cloth from his gloves along her thigh. A shiver sparked down her spine, pressed firmly against the door as she was, before one hand rose to tangle in his hair, then other dropping down between him to tug impatiently at his belt, yanking it out of the buckle.]
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[This active and eager participation was not something Gilbert expected, was used to. He'd been both the more and less active partner, but an equal exchange like this was not something he had experienced.
Alice, of course, he should have expected no less from. Alice - no, the bloody black rabbit - would never submit to him, in this or anything else.
He hated her even as he desired her for it.
The gloved hand against her thigh curled a little, pressing fingers harder into flesh, for just a second, and then he pushed higher, even as he shifted a little to give her room to work with his belt.
The hand hit fabric again, felt through the glove in the form of a bump against the flesh, and he found himself tugging almost irritably at the barrier of her underwear.]
Surprised you even...
[Muttered against her lips.]
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[To which she smirks once again against his.
Because there's one way to piss off Gilbert, really, and that's with a:]
I didn't, but Oz got them for me.
[It was pushing things a bit, she knew, but this, this contest between them kept things simple, within the realm of her understanding, even if the experience was like nothing else she's ever had to deal with.
Even so, she couldn't stop the way her breath caught on a startled gasp with the brush of gloved fingers against her apex. Her own managed to yank the button undone on his slacks, yank them open impatiently as she almost curled in towards him.
What hold on rational thought was fading rapidly to a red haze of chaotic sensation, and that was just fine right then.]
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[There was nothing he could say about her words, because it wasn't like he didn't know the things that were between her and Oz, even if perhaps his master hadn't been paying her as much attention lately in the bedroom. But he knew quite well that they had done such things, Oz had even said so.
And yet somehow, the idea of his master buying her such an intimate thing was almost more frustrating than the thought of them physically together. It smacked of being 'lovers', not simply accepting someone's touch because of the situation. And while he would never say that he expected (or even wanted) to be Oz's lover himself, the idea of this creature...
Before he quite realized what he was doing, he had taken a half-step back, the grip of her legs around him bringing her with him, and then pushed forward, slamming her back into the wall with the force of his anger, his jealousy.]
Don't say his name.
[The words came out in a huff, as if he were the one who had lost his breath, and then he was pressing his fingers - still gloved, as if it never occurred to him to bare them - against the wet crevice between her legs, more to explore than for her pleasure.]
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[The slam was enough to knock the breath out of her for a moment with a low moan, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers clenched in his hair, her legs tightening around his waist.
And just to be contrary, Oz's name was right there on the tip of her tongue, but then his fingers were parting her, sinking into her and all that came out was a breathless cry, her legs jerking him even closer as she opened lust-blown violet eyes.]
Sh-shut up.
[And just to ensure he did, she pulled him to her by the neck, slammed their mouths together in a clash of lips and teeth and tongues, her other hand finally sliding between the barriers, palm sliding over the slick head.]
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[The wetness immediately seemed to soak his glove, and he moaned a little at realizing how much she wanted him, despite knowing that this entire thing was about something other than each other.
He rocked into her hand, gave a little stroke inside her, losing himself in the feel of it enough to not really mind that he wasn't going to be able to argue further.
Who needed to argue when her tongue was doing such lovely things in his mouth, sliding along his own and wiggling against it and... hell, just the kiss was so aggressive that his mind was trying to shut down, to go along with it.
But no, no, this was the rabbit, and he had to be in control of her. He pressed into her hand harder, as if to assert himself that way.]
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[Her own wordless cry at the feel of his fingers sliding deeper inside was lost between their lips. She was so intent on the impatient, demanding way he thrust up into her hand that she didn't even realize that her own hips had jerked a bit in response.
Instead, her fingers clenched that touch more roughly in messy ebony locks as her fingers wrapped around his length, stroked him rather artlessly in retaliation.
Although... it was getting harder to remember that this was someone that had been so close to being a friend, but wasn't, impossible to think of anything beyond this moment, this fight over something - someone - they both needed and neither could control.
Impossible to let go the resentment that this stupid man was so determined to deny her the only person that had ever just accepted her without reservation. so maybe that was way the stroke was a little tight, the nails to his scalp a little sharp, or the reason she refused to simply yield control of even the kiss without a fight.]
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[Stupid woman! Didn't she know that women were supposed to... let men take control in these situations? At least that was how Gilbert had been taught it worked, even if his own encounter had turned out otherwise. He was tempted to slam her back against the door again, but it hardly seemed to matter when she stroked him that way.
He groaned, bucked against her again, almost desperate to have more of the harsh stimulation. It felt good to be honest this way, and all he wanted was to possess her, as if by taking her he could have Oz as well, since she had so throroughly claimed his master.
He broke the kiss forcefully, leaned a little closed against her, his lips against her ear as he muttered.]
Beg for me.
[He thrust his fingers hard into her as he said the words, determined to make her want more.]
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[His demand was met with a low, throaty laugh - right after she cried out, her back arching off the door. She drew a ragged breath as she tightened her legs around his waist, then smirked at him.
And as she spoke, she gave him another firm stroke from base to tip.]
You'd love that, wouldn't you, Raven? Mmmm, but I don't have a reason to yet~
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[That just pissed him off, though the fact that she cried out meant that he was most definitely having an effect on her. He frowned a little, as if not sure what to do to get more of a reaction, and then lowered his head a little, kissed at her throat, giving a long firm suck, not really thinking one way or the other about marking her.
He just wanted a reaction.
And he wanted to somehow make up for the loss of control that caused him to moan and rock his own hips a little, wanting more of those strokes. Even more than that, he wanted to just be inside her, but... he wanted her to ask for it, damn it.]
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[Breath ragged by his ear, she practically whimpered as she squirmed between him and the door, as if to get more of that touch inside her, the sharp sting of his mouth on her. The red haze that had tinged her vision before was near blinding as she stroked him again, her impatience clear in the way she hooked her ankles and clenched her thighs to his sides, head pressed back against the door as her body trembled.
He grip on his hair lessened as her arm dropped to wrap around his shoulders, but she bit her lip to keep from saying anything. Anything at all.]
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[Stubbornness and lust warred with each other. Perhaps it was the fact that the glove he hadn't bothered to take off kept a barrier between them; he wanted to sink into her and remove it, wanted to feel her around him. But he wanted her to ask more, still, for the moment.
So he braced himself a little by spreading his legs slightly, trying to give her more room to touch him as well as himself more leverage to hold her up.
Then he slipped his fingers almost all the way out of her, the fingers of his gloves stretching and dragging a little at her insides, and pressed them in again, and again, a hard and fast rhythm, his own breath going wild with it, a flush to his face as he imagined his erection taking that place.
Just break already, damn you. ]
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[ The sudden shift and pace of his fingers slamming into her over and again, combined with the odd, unfamiliar drag of cloth more insistent against her walls, had her crying out sharply and literally hanging on to him with one hand fisting in his shirt.
The other tried to match the pace his was setting, but there was little grace in the jerk of her hand along his length. The flush warming her face spread lower as she shook her head, once, body trembling even more against him before she finally groaned and demanded:]
Stop teasing me! Just-just--more dammit!
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[It was really more like demanding than begging, but it still felt like a victory, to Gilbert. He smiled against Alice's skin, gave the slightest little nod, and then shifted enough to slip his fingers out of her.]
Get those pants down a little more.
[There, he could give orders too, see? As if that weren't aggressive enough, when his fingers caught on the underwear that she was still wearing, skewed to the side, he simply jerked, the material tearing loudly and leaving a slight indention in her skin behind. The wet, ruined cloth was discarded carelessly, tossed away from them.
Then he shifted the sodden fabric-covered hand to the inside of her thigh, spreading her open even more, and then pressed forward, as if in too much of a hurry to wait for her to follow his command.
Inside, inside, inside. The thought seemed to pound through his head. He was going to put this damn rabbit in her place, this once.]
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[She actually kicked a heel against his lower back when he tore the scrap of cloth off her, huffed in annoyance even as she shoved at the waistband of his slacks, none too gently.]
Hey! I happen to like those, you damned Se-Ahhh~!
[Her words cut off mid-tirade with the slick glide of warm flesh teasing at her entrance - nothing more than a hint of sensation before he was pressing in, filling her.
Dark brows furrowed as her fingers tightened over his shoulder that much more, the others abandoning the task of pushing his slacks down in favor or gripping a lean hip as her body automatically curled towards his, her breath nothing more than ragged little gasps that caught and stuttered out of her.]
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[The argument over the panties didn't even have a chance to start, not that Gilbert minded that at all, because he would really rather hear those sexy little sounds than her loud mouth anyday.
He shifted both hands to her ass, moaning a little as he gripped it tight, his mind again focused on the feel of the rounded flesh beneath his fingers, now no longer covered even by the thin material of the underwear.
For a second, he entertained a thought of-
But it was gone as quickly as it came, because the soft wet cavern he was currently buried in was squeezing tight around him, and he jerked his hips back, tried for a rough thrust.
This was hopefully going to last longer than his first encounter with a woman, but right now, he wasn't sure. He leaned his head against her shoulder and simply panted as he pushed into her again, with all the ferocity he could muster.]
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[Caught and held as she was, Alice could only hook her heels a little tighter around his waist and wrap her arms around Gilbert's shoulders, her hands fisting in the thin white material as if it could ground her.
Because there was no thought in her head that could attempt to, not with the way he slammed into her, over and again, filling and stretching her, hitting so very deep.
She had nothing to compare this hurried, out of control, fevered moment to, not when her only other time had been with Oz - slow and gentle and clumsily exploring - so all she could do now was pull him closer and try not to notice the strength cording his arm, his shoulders, as one breathless, wordless cry after another rung out of her.
But that last she could control, almost, by pressing her lips to the curve of his neck and biting, just a touch harder than normal.]
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[The bite only made Gilbert want to take her harder, but he was already at the limit of the intensity his body could manage without losing complete control. And there was some part of him that was at least attempting to stay in control, because this person...
He wanted to hurt her, for taking his Oz. He wanted to pay her back for every jealous thought that had existed for him since she came into their lives.
But that wasn't all. He wanted to make her feel pleasure, wanted her to scream for him, wanted her to shudder and fall apart for him. Because that too would be a victory of a sort.
So he hitched her up a little against the door, adjusting a bit, and bit his own lip to try to keep himself distracted from how that hot-slick-wet made him want to just explode inside her right then and there - Chains can't get pregnant, right? and hold on long enough to make her scream.]
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[It was that angle, that shift that had him thrusting in just right, dragging against her, slamming in deep, that had her back arching sharply. Her voice rung out sharply, a breathless, wordless cry as her head tapped back against the door and her legs clenched around him.
She felt too hot, everywhere, as if her entire body were on fire, the flames searing paths beneath her skin, heat pooling in a chaotic spiral low in her belly. She bit her lip at the way her little shifts made the fingers already gripping her seem to press even harder against flesh, the way that pressure sent spikes of a not unpleasant that made her wonder if he was actually breaking skin.
And that was a nice image for her, all of a sudden - this damned brat, breaking her apart, shattering who she was in that moment...
Just so she could prove she was still herself when she pulled the pieces back together again. The thought made her laugh, low and rough.]
That... all you...got... Raven?
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Shut up.
[The words would really have more power behind them if his voice didn't come out so breathy, so much of his energy going into movement and trying not-to-finish-yet and not-to-embarrass-himself.
He forces his lips against her own, so that she can't laugh at him anymore, because really the last thing he wants is this damn rabbit laughing at him while he's doing this with her.
There's not going to be anything to laugh at, he tells himself, as he drives as hard as he can into her body, stops with his hips flush against hers, and... grinds. Hard.]
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[Her scream is muffled by the crush of lips and tangle of tongues as her eyes slamm shut, back arching off the door and into him, legs clenching and thighs quivering as wave after heady wave of sensation crashes over her quite unexpectedly.
Sharp nails dig in his hair, her entire body shuddering against him as she tries, and fails, to catch a breath against his lips, each aborted attempt nothing more than a low moan.]
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[That is a lot of clenching around him, and moving around, and well, he's pretty sure there would be noise if they weren't kissing, with the way her mouth is working. Does that mean she's done? Does that mean he can be done, and he won't have embarrassed himself?
He's pretty sure that's how it works, but he's not entirely sure, and how is one supposed to tell for sure when a woman..?
But despite all that spinning his wheels, there's nothing he can really do to stop the orgasm already crashing through him anyway, so he just cries out against her mouth, shoved all the way inside her, his hips making odd almost jerking motions as he empties himself.
Fuck. Fuck. Was it okay? Will she laugh at him?
But it felt so good!]
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[Little breathless cries were caught between them with the last few erratic thrusts, so deliciously deep, before she gave up trying to figure out who was maintaining control.
Alice wasn't quite sure how long it took her to come back to awareness, her breath almost controllable, her body utterly relaxed, sated, despite the fact that she was still pinned to the door by Gilbert's own.
More surprising was the press of lips into lips, still a touch too firmly but definitely there.
She blinked and pulled back a bit, just to break contact, then just... watched him.]
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[Suddenly, here was the awkward part. His own groin soaked with her juices, his body slightly sore from holding her up against the wall, from moving against her, from everything... this was the part where quite suddenly he doesn't know what to do.
But there's one thing at least.
And so he leans in again, presses his lips against her left cheek.]
It's gone.