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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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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.