[It's difficult to keep still--she doesn't, really, twitching at the kisses and even the feel of her own leg under her fingers. Req's hand is much more of a muted pressure on the weak sensors over the rest of her arm--something she's aware of, but only just. It's still enough to catch her attention because of who it is and just what it might do]
[ action or lack thereof doesn't bother her in the least; she busies her mouth with leaving small, open-mouth kisses against her skin, drifting upwards to suck gently against her neck and back down again, while her hand guide's nem's metal one. ]
Give a little buzz, baby.
[ she mutters it softly, as she presses up and along, smoothing her palm and fingertips slowly over her stomach and under the edge of that loose bra, to graze her fingertips along the bumps of her ribs. ]
[Nemesis keeps trembling at the gentle sensations, breaths shallow and open-mouthed. Somehow the quick, wispy touches are just as powerful as ones heavy and decisive--maybe moreso, like her body has turned up its sensitivity to match the lighter contact.
It's enough that when she reactivates the slight charge to her hand somehow it's sensitive enough to make herself jolt with surprise, and she sucks in a whine at the feel of her skin, all goosepimpled; at the feel of static over the underside of her breasts. Her legs shift again]
[ Req exhales a long breath at the jolt, and shifts a little, situating her body a little better behind Nem's so she can lean back against her and Req can continue to guide her touch over her own body. This is one of the better reacharounds, eh.
She presses her lips in against her neck, just feeling her racing pulse as she watches the path she's leading Nem's hand on, shivering and pleased at the tingling feel. She shifts her hand just slightly, to press Nem's along the curve of one breast and up to the tip, manipulating her fingers just enough to press forefinger and thumb in a gentle squeeze up along her nipple. ]
[That earns another full-body jerk, shuddery cry muffled as Nem bites her lower lip hard. She is generally sensitive to begin with, plus being so worked up already and adding in the buzz of her hand makes it a lot. The fact that she isn't controlling her hand makes it even more intense, just the dull, ghostly sensation over the metal--the familiar warmth and scent and feel of Requiem behind her, though even this is more intense than usual, with feathers brushing against her shoulders and bare breasts pressing into her back.
Nemesis arches into the calculatedly gentle press of her hand, and then back against Requiem behind her, and then forward again with another shaky sound. Eventually she reaches back blindly for Req's leg with her free hand; not exactly grounding, but certainly worse things to try and hold onto]
[ Requiem shifts a little under that touch-- presses closer so she can feel the warmth of Nem's hand better against her leg. Not that she isn't warm as well, at this point, her whole body heated and flustered and eager and working herself up again with every shiver along Nem's spine, every sharp breath.
She has Nem's hand continue to massage the soft flesh for a moment, swap to the neglected side and delicately drag those tingling fingertips over that stiff peak, as she presses some more distracted little kisses along her neck. She wraps her free arm around Nem's middle-- squeezes briefly, affectionate-- before smoothing her hand palm-flat down along the inside of her clothed thigh with purpose. ]
[The thigh twitches under her touch but opens readily, and Nemesis gives an encouraging sound at the back of her throat, presses further into all the intoxicating touches, head spinning much more than that one drink could ever have prompted. Peeks up to the mirror, where there's nothing but herself, laid back, flushed, legs and mouth parted as she squeezes at her chest, arches up into nothing. She goes darker at that; squirms self-consciously, cheeks hot as the fire at her core; makes another whine]
[ Slowly drags her hand along her, fingertips feather-light along the inner seam of her pants, sliding up until they brush in along the join where it's hottest and back again. She looks up at the mirror-- the strange reflection where Nemesis is flushed and touching herself and alone-- and grins, brushing her lips against the shell of her ear as she murmurs. ]
Now look at that... she looks excited. I bet she'd like a little more, right?
[ And she guides the metal hand down, painfully slow, over her abdomen. ]
[Nemesis's voice is deep, throaty; the muscles flutter beneath that creeping, tingling touch. Unbidden, her hips roll against Req's phantom touch--the imagination of how it would feel to buck into her own hand, as if it can somehow speed up the touches to where she wants it so badly--where she's wanted it for some time now. Requiem can probably feel the dampness even through the layers of cloth--her thigh muscles tensing and untensing under the teasing. She looks at the mirror image again; shivers all down her back]
[ she kisses up along the pulse in her throat, eyeing the mirror the whole time, her own flesh hot and flushed SMS unfortunately invisible in the reflection.
Presses the tips of Nem's metal fingers down, just above her goal, pleasantly tingling and frustratingly close. ]
[Teeth digging into her lower lip, Nemesis fails not to buck up into the touch, which is almost enough, if she presses up just that much more. Emphasis on the "almost," which still isn't quite enough to get her to stop trying, not after this much teasing.
The Nemesis in the mirror screws up her face as she (almost) touches herself, face flushed and body trembling, flesh hand clutching at midair behind her, as if having no other way to express so much feeling.]
[ she murmurs again, shifting her unoccupied hand back up to start unbuttoning her pants so she can begin the slow slide of the metal below and beyond the seam, to let those fingers press into the hot, wet flesh. ]
[Nem whines again at the words, or perhaps at how—finally—there’s a way out of the uncomfortably damp pants. She lifts her hips as if to try and wriggle out of their constraint and the soaked panties beneath.
Of course, if just squirming was enough to work down the tight garments she’d have been naked long ago. But the pressure of Req’s unseen fingers down the fly is very good, and helping the firm, tingling fingers finally slide home is enough to make her curl down to her toes—to send another roil of slickness from inside her, helping the fingers move that much more easily. She arches up again, greedy, and shudders, letting out a low moan]
[ Req kisses at her throat again, gentle, and slowly draws her hand back; she looks down from the mirror and down along the curve of Nem's body to watch where her hand disappears into her pants and hums, deeply pleased, her face warm.
and a moment later she shifts, pulling both of her hands back, so she can wedge them under the waistline of those now-loose pants and start to push them down. ]
You can handle that, right...? Lemme help you with this.
[In the mirror the flush over her body spreads as Requiem peels off the slacks and her sodden panties, and she lets out another little shaky sound to commemorate it. She shivers into the feel of Req's cool hands against her hot skin--into the slight buzz of her fingers slip-sliding against her clit. Of course in the mirror it all looks like magic, her pants inching down of their own accord. It kind of feels like magic too, but maybe not quite the same kind.]
[ More magic better magic. She continues to shove her pants down as long as her own arms can reach-- and uses verticality to keep pulling them away, when they can't-- and croon wordlessly against her skin.
and once those pants are off she smooths her hands along the underside of Nem's thighs, spreading them just slightly, and moves one hand to settle, soft and warm, over her metal one again. ]
[Nemesis presses back into Req's touch, spreading her thighs even more--lets the warm weight of Req's hand over hers slide further down, spark electric at her entrance before she pulls the wetness back north with a voiced little shudder]
It's--good...
[It's very good, almost too good. Her hips snap up faster, and her thighs tense, attempt to close around her hand, regardless of the phantom touch. Her other hand drifts from Req's thigh up to her own hip, fluttering as if not knowing quite where to go]
[ Req's grip tightens just a little on her thigh, to keep her from closing them, glancing every so often to the mirror to see the image of her girlfriend spread out and pleasuring herself--
and heaves a hot, shuddering breath, trying to curl against her more and tilt her head to catch Nem's lips, but not quite close enough and presses her own to her jaw instead. And evidently seems fine with that, trailing soft, damp kisses along her. She guides that metal hand again, dips the tips of each of their fingers in against her entrance and presses, a little, before dragging her up again in smooth, repetitious motions. ]
[Her thighs pull back towards each other, partially just to feel Req's grip on her leg, partially to secure those fingertips in place--urge them up closer, more securely against her. Partially because holding still just feels impossible, her skin is just too sensitive to have even that much control.
With a little keening noise, Nemesis turns her head; fails to find Req's lips either. Leans forward, better to grind into their hands--shudders, leaning back to just the brush of their fingers. In the mirror, her hair spills back over nothing, there's only herself shamelessly reacting to the phantom touch. Her free hand comes up to grip at her breast, and she whines again at the feel and the sight of it]
C-can't hold out anymore... I-I'm gonna...
[Even as she speaks, the steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter, going jerky as holding on becomes less and less of a possibility]
[ She hitches a breath, at the words, and presses those buzzing fingers around Nem's clit, stroking purposefully; her own leave own to slide down again, to press the tip of her finger delicately into the welcomingly slick entrance. She looks up at the mirror again-- groans at the sight-- and bows her head, pressing her mouth to Nem's neck with damp, open-mouth kisses and rolling her hips in time with the other girl's motions, grinding up against her. ]
[Nemesis obliges with a desperate sound, and Requiem can probably feel in her wrist when the slight tingle in her hand bumps up a few notches--can surely feel it in the rest of her as her hips rock up and up and up, her whole body pressing into the hands and kisses and everything before finally going tense.
She barely even notices the groan ripped from her as she comes, swept away in the feeling--closes vice-tight around Requiem's finger, the odd twitch around it her only movement for an endless moment]
[ just... whispering it, breathless, as she strokes her through her orgasm, pressing that finger in a little deeper on her next strokes to feel the unrelenting squeeze of those muscles. Her fingers remain tight on her thigh as she twitches, keeping her still against her until those waves of pleasure fade.
... and releases the one hand, without bothering to remove the finger of the other, gently stroking over her skin. ]
[Gradually Nemesis comes back to herself, shakily moving her hand away from her clit despite how it still feels (maybe too) good; despite how she continues to jerk up into Req's finger in small little pulses.
Which all makes it difficult to turn around to get Requiem into a proper kiss, but it doesn't stop her from trying]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
She unclips it easily, even single handed, and lets it slip gently down her shoulders as Req's lips press soft and sweet down along her clavicle.
She lifts their hands together, her palm over the back of the metal one, and gently presses it palm-down against her hip to slowly slide upwards. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Give a little buzz, baby.
[ she mutters it softly, as she presses up and along, smoothing her palm and fingertips slowly over her stomach and under the edge of that loose bra, to graze her fingertips along the bumps of her ribs. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
It's enough that when she reactivates the slight charge to her hand somehow it's sensitive enough to make herself jolt with surprise, and she sucks in a whine at the feel of her skin, all goosepimpled; at the feel of static over the underside of her breasts. Her legs shift again]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
She presses her lips in against her neck, just feeling her racing pulse as she watches the path she's leading Nem's hand on, shivering and pleased at the tingling feel. She shifts her hand just slightly, to press Nem's along the curve of one breast and up to the tip, manipulating her fingers just enough to press forefinger and thumb in a gentle squeeze up along her nipple. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Nemesis arches into the calculatedly gentle press of her hand, and then back against Requiem behind her, and then forward again with another shaky sound. Eventually she reaches back blindly for Req's leg with her free hand; not exactly grounding, but certainly worse things to try and hold onto]
now with the correct journal, oops.
She has Nem's hand continue to massage the soft flesh for a moment, swap to the neglected side and delicately drag those tingling fingertips over that stiff peak, as she presses some more distracted little kisses along her neck. She wraps her free arm around Nem's middle-- squeezes briefly, affectionate-- before smoothing her hand palm-flat down along the inside of her clothed thigh with purpose. ]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Marceline...
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[ Slowly drags her hand along her, fingertips feather-light along the inner seam of her pants, sliding up until they brush in along the join where it's hottest and back again. She looks up at the mirror-- the strange reflection where Nemesis is flushed and touching herself and alone-- and grins, brushing her lips against the shell of her ear as she murmurs. ]
Now look at that... she looks excited. I bet she'd like a little more, right?
[ And she guides the metal hand down, painfully slow, over her abdomen. ]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[Nemesis's voice is deep, throaty; the muscles flutter beneath that creeping, tingling touch. Unbidden, her hips roll against Req's phantom touch--the imagination of how it would feel to buck into her own hand, as if it can somehow speed up the touches to where she wants it so badly--where she's wanted it for some time now. Requiem can probably feel the dampness even through the layers of cloth--her thigh muscles tensing and untensing under the teasing. She looks at the mirror image again; shivers all down her back]
C...c'mon...
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Presses the tips of Nem's metal fingers down, just above her goal, pleasantly tingling and frustratingly close. ]
C'mon what?
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[Teeth digging into her lower lip, Nemesis fails not to buck up into the touch, which is almost enough, if she presses up just that much more. Emphasis on the "almost," which still isn't quite enough to get her to stop trying, not after this much teasing.
The Nemesis in the mirror screws up her face as she (almost) touches herself, face flushed and body trembling, flesh hand clutching at midair behind her, as if having no other way to express so much feeling.]
Let me-- Keep going.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[ she murmurs again, shifting her unoccupied hand back up to start unbuttoning her pants so she can begin the slow slide of the metal below and beyond the seam, to let those fingers press into the hot, wet flesh. ]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Of course, if just squirming was enough to work down the tight garments she’d have been naked long ago. But the pressure of Req’s unseen fingers down the fly is very good, and helping the firm, tingling fingers finally slide home is enough to make her curl down to her toes—to send another roil of slickness from inside her, helping the fingers move that much more easily. She arches up again, greedy, and shudders, letting out a low moan]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
and a moment later she shifts, pulling both of her hands back, so she can wedge them under the waistline of those now-loose pants and start to push them down. ]
You can handle that, right...? Lemme help you with this.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[In the mirror the flush over her body spreads as Requiem peels off the slacks and her sodden panties, and she lets out another little shaky sound to commemorate it. She shivers into the feel of Req's cool hands against her hot skin--into the slight buzz of her fingers slip-sliding against her clit. Of course in the mirror it all looks like magic, her pants inching down of their own accord. It kind of feels like magic too, but maybe not quite the same kind.]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
and once those pants are off she smooths her hands along the underside of Nem's thighs, spreading them just slightly, and moves one hand to settle, soft and warm, over her metal one again. ]
How's it feel, baby...?
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
It's--good...
[It's very good, almost too good. Her hips snap up faster, and her thighs tense, attempt to close around her hand, regardless of the phantom touch. Her other hand drifts from Req's thigh up to her own hip, fluttering as if not knowing quite where to go]
M-Marceline... I-- I want--
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[ Req's grip tightens just a little on her thigh, to keep her from closing them, glancing every so often to the mirror to see the image of her girlfriend spread out and pleasuring herself--
and heaves a hot, shuddering breath, trying to curl against her more and tilt her head to catch Nem's lips, but not quite close enough and presses her own to her jaw instead. And evidently seems fine with that, trailing soft, damp kisses along her. She guides that metal hand again, dips the tips of each of their fingers in against her entrance and presses, a little, before dragging her up again in smooth, repetitious motions. ]
Want what, baby...? Tell me.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
With a little keening noise, Nemesis turns her head; fails to find Req's lips either. Leans forward, better to grind into their hands--shudders, leaning back to just the brush of their fingers. In the mirror, her hair spills back over nothing, there's only herself shamelessly reacting to the phantom touch. Her free hand comes up to grip at her breast, and she whines again at the feel and the sight of it]
C-can't hold out anymore... I-I'm gonna...
[Even as she speaks, the steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter, going jerky as holding on becomes less and less of a possibility]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Come on, Kitty-- turn it up a lil', come for me--
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
She barely even notices the groan ripped from her as she comes, swept away in the feeling--closes vice-tight around Requiem's finger, the odd twitch around it her only movement for an endless moment]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[ just... whispering it, breathless, as she strokes her through her orgasm, pressing that finger in a little deeper on her next strokes to feel the unrelenting squeeze of those muscles. Her fingers remain tight on her thigh as she twitches, keeping her still against her until those waves of pleasure fade.
... and releases the one hand, without bothering to remove the finger of the other, gently stroking over her skin. ]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Which all makes it difficult to turn around to get Requiem into a proper kiss, but it doesn't stop her from trying]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
... and, eventually, murmur against her lips. ]
How'd it go?
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.