Desire sighed at it fingered the red sofa in its hotel room. There was a bed through a door that Desire had never actually bothered to use, not even with John, and this sofa had seen quite a bit
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Desire opened the door wearing... well... it was difficult to tell what Desire was wearing. That wasn't to say Desire wasn't wearing anything, but it had an air to it that the clothing was unimportant and what it wore just emphasized what was underneath. Whatever it was wearing was dark, and soft, and pleasing to the senses
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Sonya set her drink down by her shoes and moved closer to It: the scent and feel of the room, the thought of It's hands on the rest of her, all brought back the feelings of back at the cafe-only this time, she wasn't resisting.
It had been a long while, the last time was a month before her fiance was killed.
Desire slid a hand across her cheek and then up into her hair. Its lips hovered over hers, tasting like sweet wine and cigarettes, before it kissed her softly.
Prodding gently at her libido - it didn't really need much help after it really got started - Desire opened its mouth slightly and sucked on her bottom lip.
She leaned in for the kiss, returning it with a moan, and sliding a hand along it's neck, fingers tracing its curves.
Her breath stopped in her chest and she closed her eyes, pressing herself against It, her free hand unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way, showing a white, cotton bra (atleast it wasn't a sports bra).
Desire slid a hand into her newly opened shirt to trace her skin of her ribs just below that cotton bra. The other hand slid around her waist to press her against its - now fairly distinctively his - chest.
her not breathing was a bad thing in the long run, and Desire tried to pull back from her mouth, kissing along her jaw to her ear.
His fingers were light and hot against her skin, more teasing than carressing making her chest tighen. Her own hands slid down his back and along his side, draping a leg across his lap and around his hips.
A groan escaped her throat as he sucked on one of her ears, the ache between her legs steadily becoming stronger.
A hand slipped up the back of her shirt and flicked her bra open while its mouth nibbled down her throat. Questing fingers slid up from her ribs and cupped her breast, thumb brushing over a nipple.
Sonya let out an almost relieved sigh as it felt her breast, the nipple puckering as a thumb brushed over it. She stretched out her neck, where it was certain he could feel her pulse quicken, her face becoming flushed from desire.
Reluctantly, Sonya pulled her hands away from It, trying to slip off her upper garments without It having to stop.
She sucked in a breath as It's hands moved to her jeans and she lifted up her hips to assist It, the anticipation making her ache even more.
Sonya managed to pull her shirt and bra off, leaning back and practically offering her chest to It. In the soft light of the room, the old battle scars on her shoulder and torso could barely be seen.
Desire traced the scars lightly with its tongue before sliding down and capturing a nipple while its hands worked her pants lower on her hips. It stopped not long after starting on the pants, though, intent on getting its shirt out of the way as well.
Sonya gripped the fabric of the couch and let out a low moan as it sucked on her chest.
She let out a frustrated groan when it stopped, and she shimmied her hips to try and move her pants lower, as her other hand was now buried in it's hair, encouragingly.
Desire moaned slightly as the hand shifted and gripped his hair, shrugging out of his shirt and yanking down on her pants. He pulled them off her hips and down her thighs, leaving her to kick them off past the knees as its hand tried to get otherwise occupied by cupping her throbbing flesh.
Her hips jerked up, reflexively, when he touched her, the flesh hot and wet from arousal. Sonya bit back a cry as she tried to finish removing her jeans, but it only made his hand shift more against her.
Sonya had only realized that her breath was coming out in pants.
Desire slipped further down her body, licking a trail from her chest to her hips, stopping along the way to dip into her belly button and nibble at her hip bones.
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"Come here," it beckoned. Legs were all well and good, but now it wanted a kiss.
((ooc: Cool, cool.))
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It had been a long while, the last time was a month before her fiance was killed.
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Prodding gently at her libido - it didn't really need much help after it really got started - Desire opened its mouth slightly and sucked on her bottom lip.
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Her breath stopped in her chest and she closed her eyes, pressing herself against It, her free hand unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way, showing a white, cotton bra (atleast it wasn't a sports bra).
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her not breathing was a bad thing in the long run, and Desire tried to pull back from her mouth, kissing along her jaw to her ear.
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A groan escaped her throat as he sucked on one of her ears, the ache between her legs steadily becoming stronger.
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Reluctantly, Sonya pulled her hands away from It, trying to slip off her upper garments without It having to stop.
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She responded so nicely by extending her neck, and Desire could feel her pulse under its lips. It grinned as it moved down to nuzzle her breasts.
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Sonya managed to pull her shirt and bra off, leaning back and practically offering her chest to It. In the soft light of the room, the old battle scars on her shoulder and torso could barely be seen.
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She let out a frustrated groan when it stopped, and she shimmied her hips to try and move her pants lower, as her other hand was now buried in it's hair, encouragingly.
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Sonya had only realized that her breath was coming out in pants.
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