[ its very good. she takes genuine pleasure in the feel of nem just existing beside her, and the feelings SHE has, huddled up to her side even as they get into the elevator in the hotel.
and, with some mischief: ]
Wanna go christen your fancy tent in the name of sin?
[Spoilers, Requiem does not need to be a mind reader to suspect that the answer to her question may be yes, but her current empath powers confirm, hot and deep and electric: very yes]
It's gonna make a mess. What even makes you think it's that sort of tent?
[may in fact have squeaked a little but without witnesses to collaborate the story it's just hearsay.]
H-hey, hands off the goods.
[and she shoves ineffectively at Req, because she doesn't actually want to push her away, nor for her to keep her hands off much of anything, and mostly likes the excuse to nudge in closer...the first time she'd ever been irritated at being on the (almost) top floor, 'cause what if they were there already]
[She is absolutely not sure, and certainly doesn't have a problem with Req smoothing her hands over much of anything, but is equally eager to tug her out of the elevator and into the dorm proper--off through the trick door to her room...hopefully she doesn't mind really being only offered one refreshment for the moment,
also the sky is set to sunsetish for aesthetics. There are fireflies and frogsong, like a warm summer evening]
[shifts, echoing the eagerness, pleased and enhanced by Req's enthusiasm, and reaches up to kiss at Req's chin and down the slender line of her neck. Not that she doesn't want to tug her down to the soft rugs and furs below where if nothing else it'll be easier to reach--she is extremely looking forward to that part--but Req's skin is warm(ish) and in reach right now, and patience is very rarely her strong suit, especially in these situations]
[a shiver goes up her spine and she tips her head to give her better access; gets lost in the timbre of her voice for a while before the meaning of the words actually register. her drawling reply is distracted and a little rough]
[ mouths over the curve of her throat, very gently scraping her fangs
against the skin-- just as she kisses, without the threat of a bite. She
lets her hands smooth down to her hips, too, so she can slip her fingers up
under the edge of her shirt and feel the warmer skin. ]
Got trapped in the snow in a cabin, with a warm fire... Clothes were wet so
we had'ta get naked. Huddle up for warmth... just you and me.
[Comfortably teasing, though perhaps it doesn't count as teasing if it sounds like a genuinely awesome idea. She shivers closer into Req's touch, smoothing her hands over Req's hips and into her back pockets, pleased at how easily they fit]
[the mood is certainly up at the moment? Requiem can surely feel the pleasured anticipation that rushes along with her pulse, running even hotter at the wisps of contact, the rumble in her chest as she speaks. Nemesis does not mean for her voice to go breathier but it does, and she squeezes none too gently at Req's rear, an extra bonus as she hitches up closer against her herself]
[to be fair, Nemesis generally gives mixed signals on biting since it is both a kink and a squick for her, and in the moment she liked it quite a bit. in THIS moment she likes the drag of Req's nails over her spine, and arches into the touch with another light sound. Likes being manhandled, despite a flicker of self-conscious guilt at the pleasure, and spreads her legs to accommodate--reluctantly moves her hands from Req's butt to her back, inviting her to actually take advantage of the soft blankets and furs and pillows that litter the floor. Lowering them both to the ground is difficult being both on the bottom and honestly not that interested in leaving Req's thigh when she can instead hitch up into it with a hiss of breath]
[ obligingly grinds her thigh up against her in time, with a wash of please at the feeling-- even if Nem's touches are edging more on the side of "not nearly enough" than "right where she wants them," Req's feelings still thrum with anticipation and heat, happy and eager just to see Nem enjoying herself.
She takes that invitation though with a little buzz of mischief, pulling back just enough that she can help Nem down onto the furs, lay her back-- wonder in how pretty she is like that for a second, with her hair all mussed and her face deliciously pink-- before kneeling sort-of-not-really over her. It's second nature, now, to always give Nemesis a way out when she's propped over her like this.
But after a moment she does lean back in, wings fluffing lightly and half-curled over them both, as she presses in to kiss her with a soft little murmur: ]
[Nemesis's reaction is all thanks and appreciation and eager, raw desire. She can't completely hide the frizzle of apprehension when Req first leans in, nor, once it passes, the wash of self-consciousness at how unnecessary it was, nor how ridiculously, embarrassingly turned on she is. She leans up to kiss Requiem nevertheless, body and mind pressing in invitation, welcome and fondness and trust and want. Her hands run a little greedily at Req's sides to urge her closer still; very appreciative of her offer out and very much uninterested at present]
[ the trust and invitation never get old-- more powerful now that she can
actually feel it and doubly unable to resist besides, pressing in to kiss
her firmly with a low, pleased hum. Her hand smooths up along one of the
arms touching her, over her shoulder and neck and curving along her jaw to
curl into the hair at the back of her head, all eager desire and genuine
flattery at Nem's feelings, a little overcome with fondness and just the
general sense that she's happy to be WANTED.
it takes a moment, sure, before she manages to pull back again, to let Nem
breathe, settling her thigh between Nem's legs as she presses down and
rocking gently against hers for that little bit of friction. her voice is a
little dry when she finally responds, softly murmuring; and absolutely a
slight exaggeration, but we're going for a sexier effect here.. ]
[she wants to snicker at the line, and is honestly kind of miffed that it absolutely works--the rumble of her voice, the quirk of her lips, the slight tug of her fingers, that not-quite-enough bit of friction--Requiem is unfairly sexy, and being fucked into the floor sounds amazing. that same mixture of self-conscious arousal floods through the link, deep as the flush over her cheeks and down her neck and pinprick-focused further south. nervous or not (since surely she shouldn't be allowed to want someone so badly), she tugs Req closer against her, squeezing indulgently over her hips and thighs]
[ shudders at that feedback, grinding down a little more firmly for the both of them even as nem pulls her closer. she shifts a little, to settle down atop her, slightly off her side so as not to pin her down but more than close enough to have a full feel of the heat of her body.
amusement and arousal sparks at the words... and some small regret, too, mostly embarrassed by the thought in general. she presses in a little to kiss her jaw, nuzzling. ]
... nah.
Don't got anything with me, and no potions besides. So... just gonna have to take care of you the old fashioned way.
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[ happily nudges against her as they walk, just... radiating affection ]
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and, with some mischief: ]
Wanna go christen your fancy tent in the name of sin?
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[Spoilers, Requiem does not need to be a mind reader to suspect that the answer to her question may be yes, but her current empath powers confirm, hot and deep and electric: very yes]
It's gonna make a mess. What even makes you think it's that sort of tent?
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What's the point of a tent if you can't get a little dirty in it?
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Maybe I like being squeaky clean. You can squeak me and see.
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[ but comfortably circles that arm around her, letting go of her hand, so she can give her butt a little pinch.
since. y'know. ]
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H-hey, hands off the goods.
[and she shoves ineffectively at Req, because she doesn't actually want to push her away, nor for her to keep her hands off much of anything, and mostly likes the excuse to nudge in closer...the first time she'd ever been irritated at being on the (almost) top floor, 'cause what if they were there already]
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Aw, you sure?
[ laughs, but smooths her hands over the spot for a moment before pulling back a little.
Thankfully the elevator isn't as painfully slow as it feels and they hit the landing soon. ]
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also the sky is set to sunsetish for aesthetics. There are fireflies and frogsong, like a warm summer evening]
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[ she grins and follows, all giddy and eager, only taking a moment to appreciate the sunset-- cute-- before following her into the tent.
and not much time wasted after that pressing in to kiss nem's cheek, catching her around the waist. ]
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Y'know... I had a dream about you, a while back.
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...Mmm? You did?
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Yeah.
[ mouths over the curve of her throat, very gently scraping her fangs against the skin-- just as she kisses, without the threat of a bite. She lets her hands smooth down to her hips, too, so she can slip her fingers up under the edge of her shirt and feel the warmer skin. ]
Got trapped in the snow in a cabin, with a warm fire... Clothes were wet so we had'ta get naked. Huddle up for warmth... just you and me.
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[Comfortably teasing, though perhaps it doesn't count as teasing if it sounds like a genuinely awesome idea. She shivers closer into Req's touch, smoothing her hands over Req's hips and into her back pockets, pleased at how easily they fit]
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[ shifts a little against her, humming, as she drags her lips up to the shell of her ear.
... probably best not to get too in detail about this all, in the interest of keeping the mood up... ]
So you fucked me with your fingers, for a while...
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...Is that how you like it...?
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She gives a breathy laugh at the squeeze, pressing her hands up over Nem's spine and down again, gently dragging her nails. ]
I like anything you do, baby. Liked it so much I pushed you down...
[ the touch back down to her hips now, firm, as she wedges her thigh between Nem's. ]
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Like this...?
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[ obligingly grinds her thigh up against her in time, with a wash of please at the feeling-- even if Nem's touches are edging more on the side of "not nearly enough" than "right where she wants them," Req's feelings still thrum with anticipation and heat, happy and eager just to see Nem enjoying herself.
She takes that invitation though with a little buzz of mischief, pulling back just enough that she can help Nem down onto the furs, lay her back-- wonder in how pretty she is like that for a second, with her hair all mussed and her face deliciously pink-- before kneeling sort-of-not-really over her. It's second nature, now, to always give Nemesis a way out when she's propped over her like this.
But after a moment she does lean back in, wings fluffing lightly and half-curled over them both, as she presses in to kiss her with a soft little murmur: ]
And then...
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[Nemesis's reaction is all thanks and appreciation and eager, raw desire. She can't completely hide the frizzle of apprehension when Req first leans in, nor, once it passes, the wash of self-consciousness at how unnecessary it was, nor how ridiculously, embarrassingly turned on she is. She leans up to kiss Requiem nevertheless, body and mind pressing in invitation, welcome and fondness and trust and want. Her hands run a little greedily at Req's sides to urge her closer still; very appreciative of her offer out and very much uninterested at present]
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[ the trust and invitation never get old-- more powerful now that she can actually feel it and doubly unable to resist besides, pressing in to kiss her firmly with a low, pleased hum. Her hand smooths up along one of the arms touching her, over her shoulder and neck and curving along her jaw to curl into the hair at the back of her head, all eager desire and genuine flattery at Nem's feelings, a little overcome with fondness and just the general sense that she's happy to be WANTED.
it takes a moment, sure, before she manages to pull back again, to let Nem breathe, settling her thigh between Nem's legs as she presses down and rocking gently against hers for that little bit of friction. her voice is a little dry when she finally responds, softly murmuring; and absolutely a slight exaggeration, but we're going for a sexier effect here.. ]
... then I fucked you into the floor, baby.
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...Gonna make dreams come true, then?
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amusement and arousal sparks at the words... and some small regret, too, mostly embarrassed by the thought in general. she presses in a little to kiss her jaw, nuzzling. ]
... nah.
Don't got anything with me, and no potions besides. So... just gonna have to take care of you the old fashioned way.
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