floor 6,403,120 | sex, drugs & rock n' roll | aphro to taste
The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to
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Pressing her hand against his cheek, she let out a small laugh too, half of nervousness, half a release of the giddy feelings that swept through her. Without warning, she hugged him tightly, laughing all the while. She was just so . . . elated! She hadn't thought this would have happened at all, and she wasn't expecting it, but it was.
"I'm so glad," Madoka said, smiling brightly as she leaned over to give him more kisses--some on his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, then his mouth, nuzzling close.
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When she kissed him again, Nikita was glad to return it, pulling her flush against him as he began to move, guiding her toward the couch he had been standing by earlier. If Madoka had second thoughts about where this might lead, now was the time.
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Smiling at him, she cupped his face, as though to memorize the curve of his cheeks, his nose, his lips . . . blushing as she leaned in to snuggle against him, her body soft and warm against his. Her lips found his chin once more, then his own mouth, pressing a kiss there lightly.
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He allowed himself to be tugged onto the couch and settled beside her, keeping still once more as she memorised his face. It was a gesture that he was beginning to like a lot, to have her fingers touching and brushing against his skin in the most intimate way possible. Nikita chuckled softly, the sound muffled slightly when Madoka's lips found his once more. He was content with that, with how they were.
"Thank you, for tonight." He murmured softly as he pulled back, a light smile on his lips.
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She entwined her arms around his shoulders, her fingers sliding into his hair, caressing and teasing as she cuddled closer, pressing her cheek to his. She wasn't certain of what she was doing at all, but she just allowed instinct to guide her, hoping that he would correct her if she was wrong, or that he would tell her what he liked.
She kissed his cheek, then feeling a little more adventurous, trailed a path of kisses to his ear, giggling softly.
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He didn't mind if she wasn't experienced, for he could guide and teach her if need to be. There was a sharp intake of breath as she planted a trail of kisses, her lips brushing against his ear, a soft moan threatening to slip out at the sensation. He was quite sensitive there.
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For some reason, that sharp gasp that escaped him made a wave of fire burst through her--her chest seemed to tighten with heat, and a twinge of something sweet and painful ached in her belly. It was a sound that seemed to light her senses ablaze--and she wanted to hear more of it.
Experimenting, she kissed his ear again, lingering at the shell, her lips soft. Slowly, she drifted lower, finding the lobe and kissing there, teasing him with her lips.
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The kiss to his ear drew a shiver from him, though not obvious to her except for the slight tense of his body. He clenched his teeth in an attempt to quell any noises, but it was getting harder, all the more when she found his lobe. "Mn..." He made a noise that sounded almost like a moan, the hand on her back instinctively pulling her closer.
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"Is what I'm doing alright?" she asked quietly, ceasing with her ministrations and simply holding him for a while, her chin pillowed upon his shoulder.
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He didn't want her to go too far and then regretting what she did, nor for him to regret what he might do to her.
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"I'm not used to it either," Madoka said quietly, entwining her fingers with his, giving him a squeeze. It was true--she'd never really had the chance to do such things. She'd heard that rock stars always had their share of partners, but Nika-san seemed different. She was certain that he wasn't going to just use her then leave her. She knew that he was going to treasure her.
"I'm sure," she said, leaning back and giving him a kiss. She'd meant for it to end up on his mouth, but she kissed the tip of his nose instead. Giggling, she aimed lower, finally getting his lips.
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No, Madoka was different. She accepted him for who he was, just as he did to her. He returned the squeeze on her hand, chuckling softly when her lips found his nose, before being silenced by Madoka properly. He smiled against her lips, kissing her back and prodding for entrance with his tongue, deepening it passion and fervour.
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She gasped as he leaned in and kissed her even deeper, her lips parting as she allowed his tongue to slip into the warmth of her mouth. She suckled lightly, experimentally, liking that and allowing her own tongue to play.
Her hands slipped down his chest, feeling the flex of muscle beneath the cloth, feeling the warmth of his skin, before climbing back up so that her fingers could twine in his hair.
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His other hand settled on her hip, running his thumb in circles in a massaging gesture, slowly petting along the side of her body. By the time he broke the kiss for air, he was panting, lips red and moist from the kiss. "Madoka..." Did she wanted him to do more? He wondered as the hand on her hip slipped under her skirt to run along her thigh.
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Madoka bit her lip as she felt his hand caress her hip. That was almost ticklish, but at the same time, it felt good. She was panting too, breaths quick against his skin.
"Ah-" A little gasp escaped her as his hand slipped beneath her skirt. His fingers seemed to set her on fire, and she could feel him stroking her thigh, making her tremble. Hot wetness was gathering in her folds, and she was quivering, her heart thumping against her chest.
"Yes," she breathed. Seized by inspiration, she leaned in, trailing a slow, steady path of soft kisses down his throat.
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