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[unbr8kable]

I mean. Ain't like we're in the dorm in a bed or nothing right now...

[Warmer now, but she runs her hands down his bare legs and tugs him closer into the chair, perhaps just to prove her point]

So--that. Being open to alternate locations...if you're okay with it, anyways.

And talking like...if there's something you want, or, uh. Something you wanna tell me to do...that kind of thing.

[Looking basically the opposite direction by now, ears flushed hot]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, at her hands over his legs - or at the reminder, perhaps]

...are you, like.

[A pause, during which he flushes darker,]

...is that the kinda thing you're into? Getting told what to do?

[unbr8kable]

Not all the time! And not by just anybody...

[Squirms more before pinching him at the crease of his thigh, voice rather flustered]

Not like you can say nothing about it, anyways.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a shaky breath in, at that pinch - ducks his head, blushing all the way to his ears]

I mean -

- well - maybe -

[unbr8kable]

Touch yourself.

[It's not a question. Her hand returns to where she'd pinched, touch smoothing over the back of his thighs this time, encouraging]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat, at that casual command; this close, she can see the way his lips part a little, and how his throat works when he swallows]

...jesus, dude.

[He reaches down between them, up under the petticoats - makes a small sound in the back of his throat as his fingers find what they're looking for and begin to move. He shifts a little, there in her lap, still sensitive from the last round even as his hips press greedily up into his own hand]

[unbr8kable]

That's what I thought.

[Its mostly self-satisfaction in her voice, but also something awed and eager. She shivers as he actually does as told--presses a kiss just below his Adam's apple--continues to run her hands up and down his thighs, a smooth counter rhythm to his own movements. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before continuing]

This how you like it? Or there other places you like being touched, too?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bites down on his lip for a moment, riding out a shudder of pleasure - flushes darker still, unable to meet her eyes, hand still working beneath the skirt]

There's - there's other places, too.

[unbr8kable]

[Another kiss, this time to the base of his jaw; a reward for answering, perhaps, or just because she can't resist. Either way, her hands run greedily down his hips and back up his thighs, fluffing up the skirt in the back]

What kinda places? Tell me about 'em.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat, at the path of her hands; his cheeks flush darker still]

[He seems to have found something suddenly fascinating about the floor over in the corner]

I wouldn't have minded.

What - what you said earlier, about riding your fingers.

[unbr8kable]

O-oh yeah?

[Her eyebrows shoot up and heat rises over her cheeks; her hands continue traveling on auto-pilot]

...'Cause it was me asking? Or 'cause you done it before?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't quite manage to tamp down on a soft noise of want - or, perhaps, embarrassment. Either way, he shifts into the motion of his own hand, cheeks growing darker still]

...both?

[unbr8kable]

--For real?

[The outburst is genuinely surprised, and it takes her a second to get back into character after her fluster]

Wh-- Hhuh. You--uh. That--that some of your nighttime training?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh - what do you mean nighttime training, it ain't like I got, like - a routine or nothing.

[Speaking of flustered,]

[unbr8kable]

Hafta learn what you like somehow, don't you? E-even if you think every day's too much of a good thing...

[crossmyheartandhope]

S'just like -

[His breath catches a little; the skirt rustles as his hand moves]

S'just sometimes, it ain't all the time or nothing.

[unbr8kable]

[A breath, and her hands run down his hips again, slow]

Why not? If you like it... If it feels good...

[She squeezes, light]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - I dunno.

[He squirms into the touch on his hip - rocks forward into his own hand, shuddering, as she squeezes]

Like you said - every day's a lot, right? So it's all - sometimes.

[unbr8kable]

[Repeats the motion to go for a repeat of the reaction, shifting beneath him as he moves. Lays a few more kisses down his throat as he speaks, and when she finally gets around to responding herself]

...So you get bored easy? Never knew you were so--spicy, always gotta keep changing it up.

[And even beneath the purring bravado there's a genuine note, and her face is warm when it presses against him to kiss at his collarbone and just inside the band of the dress]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh-what?

[Despite the startled tint to the embarrassment in his voice, she does indeed get a repeat of the reaction, and a shaky indrawn breath, and the kiss along his collarbone]

N-no way, I ain't - it ain't like that. S'just - some days I don't do anything, y'know? It ain't like - like an an every night kinda thing.

[unbr8kable]

...Ah, right. Forgot you like to wait.

[She cups the backs of his thighs, running up under his ruffles once again and squeezing; gives a wondering hum]

Maybe I should make you wait now...go get something to eat instead. It's getting late, ain't it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[She earns an outright whine, at that - at the the squeeze, perhaps, though more likely the suggestion itself. Certainly his hips roll forward harder into his own palm; certainly he has to take a second, biting hard at his lower lip to try, decidedly unsuccessfuly, to compose himself]

J-jesus.

Xia...

[unbr8kable]

Yes?

[Sweetly; she lays her hand around his, just resting it there]

Seems like something's troubling you. Maybe we should take a break, take a walk or something? You'd like that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, soft and needy; his hand stills, at the touch of hers, and he takes a shaky breath in, though he can't quite stop the way his hips rock forward, pressing in for more]

If -

[His voice is decidedly unsteady; he has to stop and try again]

If you wanna.

[unbr8kable]

[She gently pulls his hand up as his hips hitch forward, not forcing him to let go, but keeping him from getting that much friction]

Do you wanna? You gotta be hungry for something, right?