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That so? [It's so cute to see Kate unravel, even if it's just a little. Her voice is always so curt, so irritated... hearing it take on another timbre at his hands is addicting. He wants more— wants to relish every sound, every expression, every crack that forms in her facade.

Rei pulls her close, body to body, fingers pressing into the pliant muscle at the small of her back. His voice is low, smooth.]

Then tell me what you want.

( 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. )

["Pleased with himself" is perhaps the perfect description of Rei. He feels pleasantly warm, partly from the alcohol and partly from the arousal; Kate's body against him is solid and grounding, a physical comfort in the here-and-now. It's a nice change from... whatever he was mulling over, before. All other circumstances have fallen away.

He chuckles lowly at the surly delivery of her request, though. Ah, there she is.]

Yeah, all right.

[Rei steals one more kiss before finally rising from his position. The motion is languid, slow, like a big cat at rest.

He glances up at the large tree that makes up the corner of Phoenix Roost's infrastructure. Its canopy stretches overhead, branches arching down to filter the view of the roof; sighing, he scoots a little further under its cover, then turns his piercing gaze back to Kate.

That lazy grin of his is firmly affixed as always. Well?]

( 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.

[Rei watches with undisguised appetence as Kate approaches. Dinner and a show? She's spoiling him, really.

He sighs as she slides atop him, the weight of her a satisfying pressure. As h kisses her one hand smooths up her thigh, thumb squeezing gently into the dip of muscle; the other curls into a lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear. He's only seen her with her hair down once before, now that he thinks about it. (And that was a much less savory situation.)]

You should wear this down more often.

( 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. )

[Oh? Is she... shy? Embarrassed? Whatever it is, it's a rare look. Rei can't help the voiceless chuckle that escapes him. For all of Kate's grouchiness, it's fun to see her crack an expression of something more vulnerable....

Ah, but she griped at him to change the subject, didn't she. Sure, he'll follow along.]

Maybe some other time. Bit busy.

[Rei grips her waist and rolls his hips languidly into hers.]

( 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. )

Oh, yeah?

[Rei's voice is rough with arousal. Kate's lips are hot against his neck, which is tilted invitingly to allow her ingress as she will-- it feels good, warming him to his core.

The clatter of his belt buckle dropping from her fingers and hitting the concrete of the roof is final enough. One of Rei's hands falls from Kate's hips, reaching for his wallet; he retrieves the condom case from within it, true to form.

Even as the erection under Kate's hands makes his matching intent obvious, the glitter of smug mischief in his eye is as present as ever. ]

I think that can be arranged.

[She'll just have to put up with his mouth.]

( 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. )

[Rei grunts lowly with satisfaction at the touch of her hand, head tipping back. Kate is small, but she's strong; he can almost feel it in her grip, can imagine it in her fingertips coarsened from ages of roughhousing cityscapes.]

Praising me, are you. [Rei cracks one eye open to match her smirk with one of his own. She's so cute, sitting in his lap and acting in charge like this. He's already gotten his hands on her, but it just makes him want her more.] Guess I had better do what I'm told.

[And he was told to let her ride him, so that's just what he'll do. Rei slips a hand to Kate's ass and tugs her up on her knees, chest to chest, enough for him to push his opened trousers and undergarments out of the way; then he tears the condom package open between fingers and teeth in a practiced movement. No sense making her do all the work, after all.]

( 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)

You think so?...

[He is slow to return her banter this time, attention focused admittedly elsewhere as he prepares the condom. Her hurried movements too catch his notice, and it makes his breath quicken in anticipation. Not even bothering to take off her panties is so hot.

For all of their casual words, for all of the effort in their game of chicken to bait the other into showing enjoyment first-- it's obviously clear that both of them are getting impatient and that the game is a farce.

Well, the façade crumpling like a house of cards is half the fun of it in the first place.]

Changes of pace are nice every now and then.

[Settling back Rei locks eyes with her, taking in the sight of her poised and ready under his hands.]

Give me an order then, sweetheart.

( 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.

[Rei meets Kate's grunt with a sigh of his own, deep and satisfied. Fuck, she feels good; tight and hot, the muscles of her thighs twitching warm against his own. The hands Kate oh-so-helpfully directed tighten their grip, bearing her down harder upon him.

He didn't expect to find one of Kate's limits so quickly, but he'll obey. Part of him wants to act ornery, to play up the pet names-- but he's been around long enough to know teasing the woman who's got full control of his dick does not a good plan make.]

Wanted to do this for so long. [As she rolls in his lap Rei pushes her sports bra carelessly out of the way, calloused fingers feeling out the soft skin below. His voice is breathy and slow.] Y'always looked so good.

( 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. )

Mmh. Building up to it was fun, though.

[Forming sentences has gotten harder, trapped in the tempo of Kate's relentless pace. Still, Rei carries on recklessly as they move together, the breathy words falling from his mouth in a rhythm closer to intone than conversation.]

Watching you in the gym. Following pull of your muscles as you stretched. Catching the slips in your expression. Thinking of what you would look like on top of me.

[His hand slips between her legs, seeking the sensitivity there.] Just like this.

( 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. )

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Sorry about the soft in this trash thread

kate is cute....

nope she's still trash

cute trash...

you know only a fragment of the cuteness i can create

😳!

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

method rping lol

always. today's choice: rosé cider

tfw i can only write sober (screams)

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