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Amayado Rei ([personal profile] groundzeroes) wrote2020-12-07 10:19 pm

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morns: (ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ)

throws this tag into the ether and goes to confession

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-01 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( admittedly, the leggings and sports bra combination was pulled on with regard for nothing more than what was comfortable and in reach, but the way it clings to her body and frames her abs... well, clearly that's working too.

first things first, though, is doing away with the dregs of this wine, leaning back slightly as she tips her head back and lets the last of it roll down her throat.

enjoy that view, Rei, because it's a particularly good one.
)

That all you plan on indulging in?
morns: (ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ)

at least i made the good decision of uploading all her ho icons

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-01 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( ah.

well that was more swift than she anticipated. and leaves her in this half trapped position that has a few ways of escaping, none of which would particularly favour the course of events she'd like to happen right now.

(is it a smart decision? probably not. does it even crack her top five of bad decisions? not by a mile.)

there's a moment of nothing, dark eyes flicking from the space between their chests to his face, sharp despite the booze running through her, calculating moves just in case. (always just in case.) the heady scent of cigarettes wrapping around her, and it's suddenly so much warmer with him blocking out most of the night air.
)

Am I a dog? ( the affront in her tone is little more than superficial, words perfunctory and easily betrayed by the way her free arm snakes up around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. )
morns: (ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

the thirst always knows. i hate that they're going to snark their way through this.

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-02 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
( his vulnerability is much more pleasant than the previous edition, that's true. she's still not fully comfortable like this, and there's a small voice in the back of her mind making comments about how drinking on a roof and fucking a friend is the kind of thing that should have been left behind in adolescence, but she's never been one for paying that voice much mind.

too sensible. and she doesn't feel like being sensible tonight.
)

Would have happened anyway.

( generally, when you roll on top of a girl, she's either going to kiss you or knee you in the dick, so. kisses are the better option. the softer option. the one which results in her hands finding edges of clothing and curling into them, holding him still as she arches upwards. that particular scent, taste of cigarette smoke mixed with cool night air is offset by the sharp tang of cheap wine and the warmth of his breath, her lips parting as her knuckles brush, quite deliberately, against the bare skin just above where her fingers dig into his collar. )
morns: (ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ɪᴛ)

I mean no but good lorde

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-03 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
( she's fine with that. fine with silence (but for the distant noises of things and people who are not them, a low din melted into the background, irrelevant but ever present) in exchange for kisses and the subtle flush of warmth provided by the existence of another body within her space.

people need people, she'd said earlier, and that is universally true. even she feels that keening ache of isolation when there's nothing but herself and the wilderness. or when there's nothing but herself and her apartment, chores or weather confining her to a small box for unforeseen hours.

here and now, the world is just them, just two people in need of... orgasms. distractions.

connections, tethering them back to earth for whatever purposes they need to be. his hand is an anchor when it presses against her spine, slips past the scant fabric there and brushes over old scars until his fingertips catch - whether incidentally or not - the deepest part of the curve and get rewarded with a particular little gasp against his lips that breaks the kiss.

if he's looking hard enough, he may just notice a tinge of pink dusting the high points of her cheeks.
)

Usually... ( ah, god it's effort to keep her voice from going too breathy when his hand is splayed right there, dancing along a sensitive expanse of skin and throwing another dimension of clarity on the topic of just how small she is in comparison. ) ... I'm the one giving them out.

( it's much more fun that way. )
morns: (ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ)

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-03 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( she'd be irritated right now if it didn't feel so damn good. he's too pleased with himself, but the way his fingers dig into her skin has heat pooling low in her belly and it earns a soft hiss of air and her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair with a single firm tug. )

You need to get off me first.

( there's a few things she has in mind, ideas which have lingered on nights alone and distracted her from time to time when they run into each other, but given their current location... well. certain things are tried and true. they work for a reason, especially when certain people are too large for their own good.

not that she's naming names here.
)
morns: (ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ)

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-04 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( well, he's more obedient than she expected. or perhaps just more curious. that's not a bad thing, just something she's going to file away in the back of her mind. she props herself back up on her elbows and shifts onto her feet in one smooth movement, watching him rather than the architecture of the Roost like he's something to sink her claws into.

(perhaps he is.)

she doesn't make her way over immediately, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her leggings, quickly doing away with both them and her shoes, leaving them behind with the empty bottles and the half-eaten pizza. her steps, for once, are slow and deliberate things, a simple but effective show, hips swaying as the low moonlight illuminates things just enough to show off the lines of ink which curve over her thigh and up to her hip, where an oddly drawn little cat has decided to slumber for the night.

it's only as she (finally) settles into Rei's lap that Kate reaches up and tugs her hair out of the bun it had been thrown up into on the way here, damp curls falling over her shoulders as she grabs him by the collar and pulls him into one more kiss.
)

That's better.
morns: (ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ)

Sorry about the soft in this trash thread

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-08 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( she'd deny that. clearly it's just a little bit of fun, a tease to see how he'd react. entirely selfish choices.

(of course, she's never been that great at being honest about her motivations.)

it's easy to get lost in the kiss, to let her hands wander down to buttons and unhook them lazily as the heat stirs deep inside her, his fingers against her thigh likely nothing but encouraged by the muffled noise she makes against his lips and the way her hips grind down against him.

that feels--

she exhales, the kiss breaking as fingers in her hair go in unexpected directions, down untrodden soft ground which stains her cheeks a frustrating shade of warm pink. (embarrassing.)
)

You try running like that.

( the words are murmured back in the space between them, a distraction from unfamiliar ground, and Kate knows well that it's a lame excuse. even she doesn't run everywhere. but it's a response, something that pulls her away from the sharp realisation that she's far more comfortable with claws and teeth than the simple push of a strand of hair. )
morns: (ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ)

nope she's still trash

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-16 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
( your eyesight is failing you, old man. clearly. because she is not, cannot be, so easily knocked off kilter, even if the object trying to do so is really rather attractive, in his own way, and quite strong, what with those hands and--

ahem. right, not being knocked off kilter. that's where she was. not being distracted by the warmth which rolls through her body with the movement of his hips, but instead letting it spur her on, tipping her head and seeking out the spot where his jaw and neck meet to graze lips and teeth over skin in a brief, fluttering touch. a hum rolls loose at his words, thoughtful and almost a little bit amused. he is a little preoccupied, huh?

and it's about to get a whole lot more distracting.

her hands leave his shirt half undone and drop lower still, blindly searching for buttons or zippers, whatever is standing in the way of the brush of skin against skin. the rooftop bites into her knees but the pain is easily ignored, fading into the background in favour of her mouth against his collarbone and shoving fabric out of the way until she's satisfied.
)

Now-- ( purred out between kisses which lead her back to his jaw, leaning in closer to nip his earlobe and continue speaking. ) ...were talking about how I want to ride you.

( well, they weren't, but he did ask what she wanted. and that is the same thing it always is:

a distraction.
)
morns: (ɪ’ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ)

you know only a fragment of the cuteness i can create

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-24 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( oh, she'll take that invitation, running fluttering little kisses down bare skin, eyes flickering away from the path her mouth is drawing when his hands leave her hips and he might — if he's paying enough attention — notice the brief hitch of breath and sigh of relief against the space between his shoulder and neck.

she might have the contraceptive spell memorised but this feels much more familiar. much more secure than simply trusting a random world's magic. as she pulls away from his neck (regretfully, perhaps), her hand wraps lightly around his cock, stroking in slow, smooth movements while the other wanders up his chest and hooks around the back of his neck.
)

Good man.

( it's breathed out as praise, her lips quirked into a smirk. he can be as insufferable as he wants, but he's still here, still willing to play this game and so is she.

and, if she's honest with herself, being insufferable is an odd charm point of his.
)
morns: (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴇʀ sᴜʙsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ)

😘

[personal profile] morns 2021-06-25 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( the warmth of bodies against one another, of desire coursing through her veins, heady and intoxicating, blocks out the night air even as the chill dances over her bare arms and legs. his hand brushes against the ends of her blanket of pink hair as it tickles the small of her back and curves against her ass, gifted a soft, pleased huff as Kate rides the momentum and follows his lead for the moment. the tips of her fingers press gently against the nape of his neck and the sharp edge of her smirk subsides as she watches the way Rei tips his head back. )

Obedience looks good on you.

( if her words before were praise, that was definitely teasing. smart alec little remarks are where things feel comfortable, teasing out reactions which take them away from things they're not good at talking about. mistakes. anger. regret. fear. all better buried under the grip of her hand around him, stroking until he's got the condom out of its package, when she quickly scrambles to push the fabric of her underwear to one side, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue and restraining shuddering, eager breaths for a little while longer. )
Edited (Rephrasing) 2021-06-25 21:10 (UTC)
morns: (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪs)

did i need half a bottle of wine to deal with these two? maybe.

[personal profile] morns 2021-07-21 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( to be fair, in situations like this, she thinks obedience to her looks good on everybody. it's much more comfortable, and therefore much more fun. even as that façade shatters, fragile as morning frost, she's still comfortable enough to let out an amused huff in response to that non-question.

it can be fun to be argued with, to tussle back and forth, but there's a time and a place for everything, and that long held idle curiosity of what if has burned into a desire which can't be ignored. winning, or being the last one to fold, isn't the point of this part of it all, and pretending she doesn't want this just as much as he does would be stupid, given she kind of initiated the whole thing.

but first things first, this raised position isn't exactly comfortable, or one she intends to hold for much longer, carefully sinking down into his lap, her teeth digging into her lower lip as a groan rolls in the back of her throat.

an order, huh? well, that is nice to hear. her hands card lazily through the ends of his hair, a moment's pause where she's settled in nicely around him, almost seeming to roll the suggestion around in her mind before she answers, fingers trailing from his scalp down the length of his arms, light, dancing touches of fingertips which eventually find where his hands are.
)

You can start by moving these— ( fuck, she wants to move already, but first things first. shifting one of those hands up across the curve of her waist to the edge of her bra, and the other towards the tip of her thigh. ) —and using them.

( she's just saying, you asked for an order, Rei.

it isn't until she's said her piece that her hands retreat and her hips move, rolling slow, deliberate circles against him. her fingers resume their movements in his hair and she pulls herself in close, lips very nearly brushing Rei's, to add;
)

And don't call me sweetheart.
morns: (sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ)

always. today's choice: rosé cider

[personal profile] morns 2021-08-07 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( well, as far as limits go, it's not much of one. nothing that jars the whole thing to a halt, at least. sweetheart is simply a boring choice of name. something that's best left on the lips of the kinds of asshole soldiers who think that using femininity as an insult is the cleverest thing. the kinds of people you don't necessarily want to be reminded of while slowly beginning to move, grinding and shifting, thighs twitching and tensing under his fingers.

and with each movement, each touch, come the noises. little breaths, soft moans which lose themselves in the scant space between them, growing louder with his words and the transition from rolling her hips against him to lifting them, gradually picking up speed, still all too controlled in her movements despite everything.
)

That so...? ( ah, that was a good angle. she's just gonna do that again, the goosebumps trailing over her skin having nothing to do with the evening chill. her breath is shaky as she inhales, the tips of her fingers skimming over his jaw. ) Could have just asked.

( she's just saying. )
morns: (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪs)

don't worry i'll get drunk enough for both of us.

[personal profile] morns 2021-08-29 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( if he's seeking the prize of wordlessness, he gets it, her thoughts slipping into that blissful spot of nothing but pleasure, her noises reduced to moans and heavy breaths. a little bit faster before fingers brush her clit and her thighs clamp against his, twitch and tremble against him. nails dig into the back of his neck, head tipping back as her movements shallow out into rocking of her hips, a moment's pause that only brings more heat flooding through her. )

Fuck—

( her voice is a low whine, eyelids fluttering shut as she moves, body tipping back the barest of inches, just enough to shift the angle as she grinds, a gasp dying in her throat as familiar pulses of pleasure drag her motions into a stutter and a halt.

fuck, indeed.
)