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[ being in insomnia again is.. strange. the city is the same as she had remembered, and yet so different, so strange after so many long years in tenebrae. this city seems so enormous and sprawling, sharp and stark in comparison, bright and chrome and full of people. though she remembers her time here, her earliest years, she was still quite young when her parents swept she and her brother back to the motherland, and those tender years of growth had been spent in a city very different, a home that she had grown used to, settled into.

and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?

alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.

still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.

yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.

the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]

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[ Don't worry, that won't happen until the next thread!

And ding ding ding, we have a winner! It sure is going to be something stupid, and after nuzzling against her neck and squeezing her sides even more tightly, Prompto draws his hands up quickly to both of her shoulders, and pushes her beneath the water.

Two can play that game!!! ]

[ she knew this was the only possibly outcome, and yet still, it's such a shame.. they could have had some more hot times..

but prompto is rude as fuck!! at least she's somewhat prepared for it, so she doesn't inhale a lungful of water when he dunks her down. what would he tell her parents if he drowned her while being alone with her in their house??

once she crashes to the surface and sucks in a deep breath, she's charging right at him, shoving and pinching and splashing! ]

[ They will have an entire week of almost-hot-times ahead of them, and plenty more opportunity for Prompto to ruin his chances of getting some action. But this is fun, too, even if the sight of her cutting through the water towards him is somewhat terrifying.

Or extremely terrifying.

He pushes out with his hands in defense, trying to grab her wrists, though he's not quite able to save himself from getting clocked in the chin by her elbow. ]

Oof! Right in the moneymaker!

[ i mean she should probably be sorry, but she really isn't sorry, so.. ]

Is that what you call that freckly mug of yours?

[ she crows, hooking her arms over his shoulders again anyway even though he doesn't deserve it. ]

[ Yeah, frankly he's surprised she's reaching for him again...but maybe this is how she's making up for clocking him in the face? It did hurt pretty bad...but, eh, it's a good trade.

His arms move around her waste again, fingertips dancing along her sides. ]

Hm...doesn't matter what I call, as much as what you call it, babe.

[ And watching her intently, for a reaction to the pet name... ]

[ he probably should not touch her waste, they are definitely not ready for that kink just yet........

wow though, staring her down like that?? there's no hiding the way her face flushes pink all over again, nor the coy smile that curves her mouth just before she bites her lip. dipping forward, she knocks her brow gently to his. ]

So if I call it dorky..?

[ ah....gently defenestrates

It's a thrill every time she comes near, every time they breathe the same air, and his heart leaps up into his throat when her brow touches his. He can see every detail of her eyes when they're this close... ]

Mm...I think I can live with dorky. So long as you like it that way, anyway.

[ they've been cute all week, finding excuses for brief touches and cute kisses, but now that they're.. actually alone, with only one another, she finds herself far more - awkward? no, that's not the right word. they've been friends too long, she cannot feel awkward around him, but there is a.. newness to the space between them now that is both terrifying and exciting, and they're both young and foolish and completely inexperienced.

should she kiss him? she wants to. they're close and her heart is racing from their splashfight and she's just so.. happy, in this moment, in the way only a lovestruck young fool could be. yet still it feels like it takes a great deal of courage to close the space, to press her mouth to his, despite how they've already, you know, leapt the final hurdle when it comes to physicality. ]

I do.

[ she mutters against his mouth, her own curving into an irresistible smile. ]

[ She kissed him!!

Never mind they've already banged and five minutes ago he was nibbling on her ear, she kissed him!!

But the surprise is short-lived. This is normal for them now, and while Alisaie isn't the only one reeling in that feeling of newness, the moment her mouth meets his, it all unravels within him. He hums, low and soft against her lips, as his part over hers, in the way they have learned to quickly to best fit against hers. ]

...Good.

[ He murmurs, before kissing her again, the sound of the gently lapping water and their lips moving the only thing filling up the space between his ears. ]

[ she did kiss him!! under normal circumstances, not while bewitched by the magic of a wonderful, storybook prom night. and it was worth it - his mouth parts over hers, and alisaie whines a soft sound in the back of her throat that flutters between their mouths. her arms snake around his shoulders and neck, and she tilts her head carefully to facilitate the kiss.

it's gotten so easy to know how to kiss him, how to be kissed.

carefully, alisaie draws her teeth over his bottom lip, and in a moment of boldness, dips her tongue against it, tracing its shape, her fingers slipping into his damp hair. ]

[ A soft, surprised oh slips from her at the touch of her tongue, though it should hardly be that unexpected. Still, it's thrilling, tantalizing, and for all the have already become to one another, new.

Even so, he responds quickly. His fingers hook into her waist to keep her pressed near while his lips part wider to invite this kiss deeper, his tongue sliding against hers and into her mouth to taste her. It's unreal - to be kissing her like this, here, now, to feel so carefree and unburdened. It's not often he can say he worries have truly floated away, but today, with her in his arms, kissing him like this beneath the warm sun and within the cool water...

It's a dream.

Content, he hums against her mouth, tracing her teeth with his tongue. ]

[ it's such a strange feeling, that warm, slippery sensation of his tongue. it should probably be gross, but all it does is thrill her, a little curl of excitement moving like a tickling finger up her spine. it still feels so new, so different, and she shows her appreciation through a soft whine, her lips parting further, her body arching forward against his.

did they order pizza? she's forgotten all about that. it doesn't matter. prompto is here for the week, he's warm and he's here and they have nothing at all to worry about for seven long, wonderful days. ]

[ It's weird, isn't it? Prompto is as germophobic as the next person, and on paper, making out doesn't really sound all that appealing. Stick his tongue into another person's mouth?? Sounds sketchy. And yet here he is, their kiss as deep as it can be, the taste of her everywhere in his mouth, his tongue curling around hers. His heart races, those good, sweet sounds she makes turning his blood cool as ice and hot as fire all in one swift turn.

Thoughtlessly, he urges her back against the wall of the pool, pinning her against it while his hands skim down her thighs and beneath them until he can prompt her to hook her legs around his waist. ]

Mm...u-um —

[ But he can't seem to stop kissing her long enough to finish the thought. ]

[ the hard edge of the pool finds her back, hard and unyielding, and he guides her legs to his waist so easily and thoughtlessly that it kicks her heart right up into her throat. she responds a little more eagerly than she might have anticipated, her thighs locking tightly around him and squeezing, her fingernails sinking against his scalp.

it feels so good to be close with him, like this. easy. natural. they had been teasing at it for so long, hadn't they? this was the only outcome they could have hoped for, every step they took beside one another leading inevitably to this place. they took their time, they were afraid and unsure, but now it seems so.. silly, to have waited, to have ever thought that they could be anything else to one another but this. ]

Mm -?

[ she murmurs against his mouth, unwilling to break the kiss for a proper answer, her nails scraping down the nape of his neck. ]

[ It does feel natural, and maybe they have been teasing at this for some time, but it's still beyond thrilling when she curls around him like that, pressing near and kissing him so deep that he grows dizzy. Is this really happening to him? But of course, he's not paying much attention to that question, his thoughts otherwise occupied at the moment, his fingers curling in the straps of her bikini. ]

Hm...

[ Her heels against the small of his back have him gasping, long enough to break from the kiss, and instead he presses his face against her neck, his breathing fast and hard as he peppers kisses there. ]

Alisaie...

[ He whispers in a low, private shiver. ]

[ his mouth moves away, which is a shame, but it allows her to breathe, to pull in a deep lungful of air, and tip her chin up to allow him further access.

it would be a lie to say that she's not thrilled by the idea of just where they are doing this - the somewhat taboo nature of their relationship more than enough to add an extra dimension of excitement to this. were her father to see her now - gods, he would blow his top, and alisaie has always derived a certain enjoyment from rebelling. ]

That's nice..

[ she murmurs, arching gently against him, her fingers in his hair only scraping deeper, urging him on. ]

[ It feels so good, to have her cling to him, press against him, drag her fingers through his hair. It makes him feel wanted in a way he's only ever experienced with her, a way that fills his head with static and burns his skin with fire, even in the water, and while some part of him is cognizant of the fact that they might totally be visible to neighbors back here, he can't really bring himself to stop. She's warm, her touch and her taste intoxicating, and the last thing he wants to do is pull away, or allow even the slightest of space between them.

So when Alisaie tips her head back, he doesn't hesitate, dragging hungry kisses along the length of her neck, nipping at that soft patch of skin just beneath her chin, tasting the pool water on her. His hands skim along her back, drawing warm paths along her skin, teasing at the dips in her spine while his mouth continues its work on her neck, his teeth sinking gently into soft flesh. ]

[ there's no describing the strangeness, the wonder, the excitement of these feelings, of being touched so intimately, in such an exquisitely new way - just the simple drag of his fingertips down her spine, following every knob and dip, is electric. it feels like cold fire trailing in the wake of his touch, lighting up her skin with rippling goosebumps, setting her heart to pounding, adrenaline sparking in her blood.

will it always feel this way? will it always be so exciting, so thrilling, to be touched like this, to feel another's hands and mouth on her body? she can only hope so. never had alisaie thought about this for herself, never would she have thought it would be so lovely, so enjoyable, to be so close to someone. unlike so many girls her age, she'd had no interest, no desire.

gods, she was a fool.

alisaie's thighs tighten around him, her heels pressing to the small of his back, her fingernails biting more deeply into his scalp, urging him on. when his teeth press to her skin she whines, a quick, soft sound in the bottom of her throat that rolls against his ear. ]

Prompto..

[ it's difficult even to speak his name, and it rides roughly on her voice, barely more than a breath. ]

[ Gods, it's irresistible, the way she says his name, the way she makes him feel like he's her whole world in this moment, like the universe has narrowed to this space, and nothing else outside it matters. Well — for the most part, anyway. He wants her, and he wants to take this to the next level, but he still new at this and woefully stupid and he doesn't really know how to take it there considering they're...still in the pool.

So he cuts through the static in his mind enough to breathe, to press kisses back up her neck and kiss her mouth, hard and rough, before he breathes into her mouth: ]

M-mm — sh-should we go...?

[ Should they go inside??? ]

[ those kisses up her neck earn an eager whine, and by the time his mouth finds hers again she's desperate to kiss him, her teeth sinking into his lower lip, her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging gently, with quiet authority. he speaks into her mouth.

oh.

well, like prompto, she hadn't exactly been thinking about anything beyond this point. she's wrapped up in him, in these sweet new sensations, in the wondrous feel of his body against hers, neither of them considering where it was going. should they move? are they going to.. take this further? should they?

why shouldn't they? they've already crossed that final barrier - but does she seem overeager? he's been here all of an hour, at most, should they.. wait?

alisaie chews her lower lip, her eyes finding his face, pupils blown dark and wide. ]

Inside.

[ pool sex is probably too advanced for them at this juncture.. ]

[ To be fair, it's been over a week since they last did it, that's a reasonable amount of time before getting it on again. Probably. Even if they've already had sex, that doesn't change the fact that just hearing her say that word sees a chill shooting down his spine, for all it portends. Pool sex is definitely too advanced, and part of him is nervous - so nervous - about living up to the expectations set by the first time. They were high on passion and emotions last time - will he be able to...please her?

Of course, those nerves are easy enough for the desire coursing through his blood to drown out, and though he's whimpering by the time she gives her command, body tight and aching, there are necessary steps they must take to go further.

He doesn't let her go, his grip on her still tight and insistent as he steps backwards and towards the steps of the pool. It takes all his wherewithall not to run with her into the house. You know what they say about running next to the pool... ]

Where?

[ He breathes, voice low and husky, kissing the running water from her neck and collar. ]

[ prompto certainly isn't the only one worrying - who has been worrying all week, equal parts excited and terrified about what their next encounter might be like. like any young teenager ensnared by lovesick infatuation she could hardly wait to get her hands on him again after so many long months of teasing at more, but she's hardly experienced. neither of them are, which helps, but it does not make it any less daunting.

at least she can be comforted by the fact that prompto is a boy, and all of her internet research has taught her that boys are notoriously easy to please. prompto especially is like an eager puppy, she could make a mess of it and he would probably enjoy himself immensely. and yet somehow, despite all of this logic, she's still petrified.

not petrified enough to keep from doing it, though. especially with prompto's mouth still at her skin. a light giggle bubbles up and out, and she nearly trips over her own feet twice as they dance their way inside, dripping water all over the plush carpets. the air conditioning on her wet skin feels frigid, lifting goosebumps on her forearms, and she turns to walk backward so she can run her hands up his chest she tugs him toward the stairs. ]

My room.

[ where else? still, the very idea - she's known, of course, since she invited him here that he would sleep in her room, in her bed, and that they would no doubt.. you know. get busy. but the idea of it really happening, of prompto in her very own bed, kissing her, touching her.. it's exhilarating. ]

[ Her hands run up his chilled skin, scorching him as he almost sings out a note of pleasure, pupil blown wide as those simple words sink beneath his skin. To her room, then, and Prompto follows her guidance easily, laughing breathlessly as they manage their awkward two-step up the stairs between deep, warm kisses. He just can't seem to keep his hands or mouth off of her for more than a second, and it isn't helping that so much of her skin is bare to him already. It's so easy to touch her, to skim his palms over her back, fingers dragging over her goosebumps. It's exhilarating.

The make it to her room not a moment too soon, nerves spiking with excitement in his gut as they back up towards the bed. He more or less trips onto it, falling with her into a tangle of limbs onto the soft, soothing sheets. They both know what comes next, and yet he can hardly believe it is happening, that they are in her room, kissing and touching with no sign of slowing down. ]

Alisaie...

[ He sighs her name like a secret, before leaning into her, pressing a line of hot kisses down her throat, fingers slipping beneath her swimming suit so he can relieve her of it. He trembles while so doing, but Alisaie is nothing but encouraging, and soon enough, he forgets his nerves altogether, drawn in by sensations that make his head spin and the world disappear from around them. ]

[ for as terrifying as it had been to face this possibility again, once his hands are on her, once he's whispering her name like that with a deep, delicate heat, she knows she had nothing to fear at all. why should she? this is prompto, her prompto, her first friend, her companion. she trusts him, and more than that she wants him, wants this. there could be nothing in the world more natural, or right.

they stumble a little, clumsier this time for their self-consciousness and awareness, and alisaie is almost.. shy at times, her usual confidence and bravado evaporated, burned away to reveal the young, nervous girl beneath. but prompto is sweet, he smiles for her, he kisses her, and in the end all of the fear and apprehension falls away until they're tangled up, words lost to soft whines and needy kisses. adrenaline cracks like lightning through her veins, her blood hot and sparking with energy, her head spinning, thoughts tangled, frayed, whipped up in the frenzy of pleasure and excitement that consumes them both.

she's.. entirely forgotten about the pizza by the time they fall slack, breathing quickly, skin slick with sweat and her sheets thick with the new, thrilling scent of sex. how long will she be able to smell him on her pillows? how many days after he leaves will she be able to breathe him in while she sleeps? biting her lip through a smile, alisaie drags her teeth over his lower lip, her face still flushed as she struggles to catch her breath. ]

I'm.. glad you're here.

[ In the end, his nerves prove entirely unnecessary, of course, and for all they might have stumbled a bit in the beginning, by the end of it he is unspooled, contentment deep in his buzzing bones, his breathing heavy and voiced as they come down from that peak. Gods, a boy could get used to this, to pleasure burning in his blood and the pressure of her overheated skin against his, his entire body dazed and exhausted. Were they...doing something else before this?

He definitely can't recall. ]

Hmm — mmm.... [ Comes the sound of his agreement, a soft, vulnerable whimper exhaled against her mouth as her teeth rake over his lip. Every sensation feels like a shock to his system, a live wire touched, and he can barely formulate coherent thoughts, let alone words.

Still, it's easy enough to turn it back on her, his hand slipping up her back, tracing each ridge in her spine. It's thrilling, to touch someone like this, to be touched like this. Will it ever wear off? Could he ever possibly tire of this?

Not a chance. ]

Me, too. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now.

[ Maybe they can just...stay like this forever. ]