[ this ticklefight has suddenly become a sexy ticklefight..
she's already flushed with effort and breathing quickly, but then his mouth is dragging against her jaw, and he's shifting around to look into her face, and she knows what that look means. the nala eyes.
immediately alisaie's heart leaps up into her throat, her face burning hot, but she still has enough sass left over from her sore loss that she can ride it and feign confidence. her hands lift to smooth against the front of his chest, carefully twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and she lifts her eyes to his own. ]
Do you think you can win me over like that?
[ she asks, her nose bumping alongside his own, her breath fluttering against his lips. but the answer is yes, he can definitely win her over like this.. ]
[ The moment changed so quickly, so suddenly, that he can scarcely keep up with it, but he won't exactly complain about this turn of events, regardless of how fun it might've been to tickle-torture her. His heart thumps in his chest so hard that she must be able to feel it beneath where she has hooked into his shirt, and something electric crackles in the air between them. Something they both silently acknowledge in the way they look at one another, with heat, with longing.
He barely has the presence of mind to be clever back right now, but he pools all his resources to do so, lest he ruin this supercharged moment. ]
Depends. Is it working?
[ He knows it's working, somehow, in spite of himself. He dips his chin down to press a kiss to her lips, his breath trembling as they coax her own open, his tongue stroking her bottom lip.
He might've forgotten about that whole "being in public" thing for a second. ]
[ it's definitely working, but she cannot say as much once his mouth closes over hers, warm and sweet and welcome, despite how ready she was to punch him out only a few seconds ago.
but she can't stay fake angry with him when he's kissing her like this, with warmth and depth and confidence, his tongue gliding boldly against her lower lip. it's still a new enough sensation to surprise her, and alisaie's breath rushes against his mouth, her lips parting and her spine arching, a quiet, needy sound spilling from her mouth into his. it doesn't matter how many times they have kissed, or how many more times they will kiss, it's still thrilling and exciting, the sensation filling her up with an irresistible heat. ]
Mmm..
[ she murmurs helpfully against his mouth, while her arms slip up and over his shoulders to pull closer to him, her head tilting, her tongue flicking playfully against his own, teasing and inviting. ]
[ His kiss comes off as a lot more confident than he feels, but that's not necessarily a bad thing, especially when she reacts like this, pulling nearer still, filling his mouth with the taste of her and his ears with the sound of her need. It's irresistible — all of it. Her arms closing around her, the sweetness of her kiss, the heat the boils in his gut. This is such a shift from where they were moments before, and he's still perpetually fearful that he'll manage to...uh, throw them off their game, like he did last time.
...But as long as she doesn't say anything about hot diggity dog, they're probably fine. Really, he isn't thinking about that too much, because he's too busy thinking about how hot and wet her mouth is, how nice and familiar she smells, how soft the skin beneath her clothes is...
Needless to say, he's distracted.
Thoughtlessly, his knee presses between her thighs, urging her legs apart, his teeth dragging over her bottom lip. ]
W-we should...a room...
[ He can scarcely get the words out, for how ardent his need to kiss her is. ]
[ don't even think the words hot diggity dog, prompto, the last thing she needs is for him to just start giggling in the middle of their making out!! she will die..
thankfully, for the moment it's far from her mind as well, especially when the warm solidity of his knee between her thighs distracts her, the sharp drag of his teeth against her lip lancing a thrill down her spine. he's speaking words against her mouth that take her a few moments to parse, but soon her lips are curving into a smile against his own, her hands moving to his face, fingertips tracing his jawline and cheekbones. ]
Hmm..
[ she teases, the sound curling against her tongue, her hips rocking against his thigh, needful and nearly involuntary, searching out that warm, sweet friction. ]
[ Is he worried??? They've successfully had sex one time. He is not ready to entertain even the shadow of the concept of public sex...
But she isn't helping his efforts to get them somewhere more private the way her hands find his face and her hips grind against him. A low, rough, needful sound spills out of him, his head tipping back, stars in his vision. He wants her, he wants all of her, and tempting as it is to pin her back on the sofa right here and now, he isn't quite ready for that sexy adventure yet.
But maybe they can compromise. His breath shudders, his hands raking down her back, grasping at her rear before he looks into her eyes, a thought forming. He's a little nervous, though he shouldn't be, for all they have done, for all the might do in this moment they have found together. It's what feels natural.
It's easy, then, so easy, to dip down and wind his arms beneath her and hook her legs around his waist, lifting her into his arms. They fit so perfectly, and heat prickles over every inch of his skin, at the feeling of her legs parted around him, welcoming him into her embrace, her body flushed against her own.
[ he's so bold, his hands roaming her body with a confidence that's new and alluring - prompto can trip over himself even at the best of times, but right now even for both of their nerves, they're excited and needy and eager as well, and it seems to have instilled in him a bit of assurance that thrills her.
and then he's lifting her into his arms with surprising ease; she can forget sometimes how strong he is. in most other circumstances she might balk at being carried, but this is.. different, his arms are warm and welcoming, there's a heat roiling just beneath her skin, and there's nothing she could want more than to be closer to him. leaning into his grasp, alisaie slides her arms around his shoulders and tips her forehead against his own, nuzzling her nose alongside his, dragging her mouth over his cheekbone. ]
Yes..
[ even though she must surrender a certain amount of control like this, it doesn't matter, she trusts him, she loves him, she wants him. his body feels so warm and solid, and she presses to him as tightly as she can manage, her fingers slipping up into his hair. ]
[ So, he's got her in his arms now, they're worked up and warm and eager...now the task falls to him to get her to one of the rooms without dropping her.
It's a bit of a daunting task, especially as she's still nuzzling and kissing him, and he would like to stay still and just kiss her as well — but the whole point of picking her up was because they can't stay here. The only way he gets through this without dropping her and ruining the mood again is slowly and carefully, as much as being slow and careful is the last thing he wants right now.
But he preoccupies his nerves and his mouth by lifting his mouth to her neck, nosing against her stiff collar and kissing the soft flesh beneath, his audible exhales rushing against her skin in between. Fortunately for the both, the rec room isn't far from their quarters, and soon enough he's surging through the nearest door, sliding it shut behind them.
And not a moment too soon. He lowers her quickly onto the nearest pod, pulling his shirt up and over his head before seeking her mouth again, his hands trembling over the buttons of her coat. ]
Think it'll do?
[ The pod, he means. They're kind of...cramped, aren't they? ]
[ alisaie is oblivious to his plight as he navigates the way to their quarters, she only gets to enjoy the ride, dragging kisses down his jaw and neck and breathing in the soft scent of him. before she knows it they've arrived, the sound of the door shutting behind them with finality, and he's lowering her from his arms, which is unfortunate, but down onto the cot, which is better.
even better still he's peeling off his shirt, giving her access to swathes of warm, freckled skin, though she can't quite enjoy it just yet, not while he's pawing at her jacket. it isn't quite so simple as his shirt, so she drops her hands to help him, unfastening her jacket and shrugging it away. ]
We shall manage.
[ famous last words, but she is not feeling particularly patient. they have not had much time to themselves at all since their last.. failed encounter, their duties to the circle keep them busy, and even when they have time to themselves they're usually tired and drained - who knows when they will have an opportunity again? she's determined.
which is quite evident, given how she tugs his face close again with both hands, for more hot, wet kisses, before moving them down his bare back - her elbow bangs the edge of the pod painfully, but she tries to ignore it. ]
[ Away goes her jacket, and her hands come up to meet his bare skin, irresistible. It feels so nice that he almost doesn't worry again about the size of the pod. They will manage. They've waited long enough for this...they aren't going to fail this time.
So when she pulls him down for more kisses, he follows easily, sliding his weight over her — though his knee bangs painfully into the wall, when his hands move down to slip beneath her dress. Stinging pain be damned, they are going to make this work!
Hooking his fingers beneath the hem of her dress, he pushes it upwards, fabric rucking around his wrists until he's able to lift it up and over her head —
His hand bangs against the pod above them. Goddammit. ]
[ she can't help the way her laugh bubbles up when he cracks his head, and she's quick to lift both hands to rub at his poor abused scalp, fluffing his hair in the process. ]
Be careful.
[ she urges, through quick, breathless laughs before she's lowering her arms again in an attempt to wriggle the rest of the way out of her dress - but she doesn't have much room to maneuver, and it ends up stuck around her shoulders, and over her face.
ugh. maybe they should have undressed outside of the pod, first..
she groans in frustration and gives another yank, which frees the dress but has her head now, smacking the pod, through which she curses colorfully. ]
[ The moment is deteriorating by the second, and in a terrifying instant, Prompto realizes that if they can't get more comfortably situated here, then his boner will have been for nothing. When will they have a chance like this again? Things can get crazy in these worlds so quickly, and they so scarcely have time to themselves like this, to be truly alone. But where else could they go? Would all the heat be gone before they got anywhere?
Fortunately, an answer comes to him — though not exactly intentionally. He reaches up to smooth a hand over her bumped noggin, but loses his precarious balance over her on the pod in the process. His knee slips off the side and the momentum is enough for the rest of him to follow, and Prompto falls right onto his back on the floor. It's not a far drop, so aside from a little surprise, he's fine. It's cold and hard and he's about to climb back up to the pod, desperate to salvage the moment —
But then he realizes it. There's plenty of room down here...
Reaching up to lace his fingers with his own, he gives her hand a tug. ]
[ ah, that's it. for the second time now they have ruined their chances. if it's not hot diggity dog, it's not enough room to move, apparently. was that first time destined to be their only time?? i mean it was good and all, but it could have been better, neither of them knew what they were doing, she doesn't want that to have been the only time they will ever be intimate for the rest of their lives!!
he's fallen off the cot now. there can be no salvaging this.
at least, until he slips his fingers through hers to tug her down to the floor, and she realizes in an instant what he intends. ah, he's a genius. she loves him so much.
alisaie follows suit without hesitation, following his lead and slipping onto the floor with him, over him, straddling his hips while she leans back to untie her hair. it falls in messy waves, and she discards the ribbon with the rest of their shucked clothing before she's leaning into him again, searching out his mouth with her own and mapping the warm, sleek planes of his chest with her hands. ]
[ there's something so, so incredibly sexy about her slipping down to straddle him and unbinding her hair, going along with his idea that he wasn't sure that she would. The floor is hard and unforgiving, the pod wasn't exactly paradise, either, and likely once they...get into it, it won't matter to them, anyway.
...Though he is still a little worried that something else will intervene to interrupt their moment. Did he lock that door? Will someone walk in? Will some of this decrepit machinery fall on his head and knock him out cold? But those questions fall to the back of his mind once she leans over him, her hands pulling greedily over his skin, her mouth slotting with his, his teeth teasing at her tongue as his hands roam her body.
It's difficult to not slow down to savor every moment of this, her touch and her feel and her taste, but his need is too great to take that kind of time. With hasty, impatient motions, he unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, dragging kisses down her neck while his palms slide down her body, urging her underwear over her hips and away from thought. ]
You're so beautiful...
[ He murmurs through hasty kisses to her jaw, her collar, her breasts. He's being bolder than he ever has before, but his desire is all-consuming. There's little room left for his nerves. They've waited for this — they deserve this. ]
[ he is being bold, but it's helpful, it eases her nerves. not that she is nervous - at least, not in the way that she was that first time - but they're still new at this, there's still room for error, and the less time she has to think about that the better she will feel, and the more easily this will go. alisaie does not want to think.
she wants to feel.
so once his mouth and hands begin to roam she surrenders herself to it, to the warmth of his touch and his mouth, and how very good it feels. how could she ever be nervous, with him? how could she ever think that anything between them would be awkward or strange? there is nothing more perfect than being this close with another person, with him, and as he strips away the last of her clothing she does not feel vulnerable or afraid, she feels safe, and secure, and needful.
alisaie breathes his name through a soft whine, dipping her chin to press her mouth to his hairline while her hands move down, skating over his shoulders and along his arms and slim fingers, then away at last so she can unfasten his jeans with impatient assurance, hooking her thumbs into his waistband so she can push at them with both hands. ]
[ At last she frees him, his body ready to meet her own, to sink into her grip and forget the world even exists beyond this one small space in a distant world that they have claimed as their own. She is still above him, straddling him, her skin burning hot against his own. Were he thinking, he might think to turn her over onto his back and bear down on her as they had the last and the first time, but this is...nice. So nice, so good. He wants her above him, in control, making this almost brand new all over again.
So instinct takes over, his back curling up off the floor as he reaches for her ankles, encouraging her to wind her legs around his waist so she can settle into his lap and explore this from a new angle. And if she needs even more encouragement to spur her on, he finds her mouth again, breathing hard and heavy against her lips, his fingernails hooking into her hips.
Neither of them may last long, but gods, is it going to be good. ]
[ no, they won't last long. this is still too new and exciting, and they have waited some time for another opportunity like this, long enough that her nerves are sparking and her body is eager, but that does not matter. much as she might love to make it last she knows that what is most important is enjoying their time together, following their instincts, letting this play out naturally.
difficult as it might be for them to find time together like this, there will always be time in the future to learn one another fully and completely, to take their time.
for now, though - for now, she wants him, and nothing more, and he makes it so easy. she fits over his lap so easily, their bodies slot together like they were made for one another, and all the rest is liquid heat and surreal pleasure. with a soft, needful cry she presses to him, their kisses wet and hot and greedy, his fingernails biting into her skin, her hands seizing in his hair as they move together in a natural rhythm, chasing that building heat, riding that fierce, irresistible friction. it's better, better than before, they're a little more practiced, a little more confident, she can chase what feels good with a little less worry and hesitation. ]
Prompto -
[ she breathes, over and over again, his name like a prayer on her lips, riding on harsh whispers between messy kisses while her fingernails sink into his scalp. prompto, she calls, again and again, heedless of everything around them, her entire world narrowing to this small, private space in the universe. there is only him, the heat of his body and the smell of his sweat, the hard floor beneath them and the chilly air against her bare skin, the sweet, rough sound of his breath, and his name on her lips. there is nothing else. ]
[ There is nothing else, that by the time they finish, the only thing in the world that matters, that has ever mattered, that will ever matter, is her. They find their rhythm so much more easily this time, moving with a natural ease, his whole body trembling with heady pleasure that coats him like flames. She says his name, crackling with smoke and thunder, and holds it within her mouth as she kisses him, rocks against him, scrapes his scalp with her fingernails. How could she be anything but the whole world to him, when she molds to him so perfectly and completely?
But they can only build for so long, until they at last reach the peak, and a low, guttural sound rends from him and spills against her mouth as his hips arch off the floor. It's absolutely dizzying, stars blurring his vision, and he clings to her like his life depends on it. In that moment, they are connected infinitely, until at last he starts to come down, sinking back onto the cold, hard floor.
Of course, he clings to her still, fingers tangling in her damp, messy hair, the smell of sweat and sex thick on the air. The cold of the floor is like a shock to his system, his nerves already fraying with the sweet aftershocks that rolls over his body. Every part of him feels so alive.
Sighing through panted breaths, he mouths at her temple, before stuttering: ]
Th-third time's the charm...
[ I mean, the first was good, and will always be special for being their first encounter, but this was...something else. ]
[ maybe it was the too-long build up they had to endure to arrive at this point, maybe it's the fact that they are both more confident this time, or the position and control she has - but this time.. this time her peak is far more intense and fulfilling, it rocks her completely, from head to toe, her back arching and her breath catching hard. white hot light flashes behind her eyes, and for a sweet, blissful moment there is nothing in the world but simple, easy, deep-seated pleasure that blurs the edges of the world and blots out everything but this simple, straightforward sensation.
i mean, not that their first time wasn't good, but... she'd kind of been wondering what all the fuss is about tbh........
all the strength bleeds from her body, and alisaie folds forward against him, slick with sweat and panting hard, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the chilly air of the ship kisses her too-hot body. he's still all wrapped up around her, and she around him, and she keeps close even as her body begins to fall slack, her heavy head tucked beneath his skin. ]
.. mm.
[ she starts, eloquently; give her a few more breaths. ]
[ She said it. He hums out a similar note, one hand moving in lazy patterns over her lower back, the other continuing to tangle endlessly in her hair. You wouldn't think she had so much with how she has it braided back all the time, but she has so much hair...
He loves it, and he buries his face in it, inhaling the scent of her and her exertions, drinking in this sweet moment in and existing in this perfect space with her. ]
...I love you. I'm...so glad you're here with me.
[ Ah, yes, now they're done being sexy, so it's time to be sappy. He means it though, of course. She has been his constant companion through his world...where would he be without her right now? He is so, so very lucky.
And not just because the sex was really, really good and he is still shuddering with afterglow. ]
[ ah here it is, the grossness.. it comes hand in hand with the sexiness, she knows. prompto is a softhearted romantic, so it comes as no surprise, but as sappy as it is, that heart is what she fell in love with. not his pretty face or his charming freckles, however attractive they might be - but it is his kindness that she loves most, his gentleness, and how he has been able to keep his heart so strong and pure in the face of such terrible, painful things.
so even if her smile slants in a teasing sort of way, her heart swells with fondness in the same turn. ]
You are such a sap.
[ she says, but she can't keep the smile out of her voice, and she lifts her head to look down into his face, gently tickling at his ribs with her fingertips. before he can retort she dips down to seek his mouth again, kissing him with what remains of their lingering heat, slow and deep and warm, her nose nuzzling along his own, her breath mingling with his, her words muffled between their mouths. ]
I love you, too.
[ and for all she acts the proud and independent one, she relies on him just as much as he relies on her. ]
[ He may not have the chance to retort before she's kissing him, but he does have the chance to huff a breathless, indignant laugh that she catches with her mouth. This is all still so good and new. Her kisses are warm and tantalizing, her skin soft and welcoming, her touch all but necessary. They finally managed to pull it off, they made love for the second time, it wasn't just a one-and-done deal for them. And it was even better this time.
Which, really, makes him all the more eager for their future together.
He catches his breath from her lungs through that kiss, winding his arms more completely around her back to secure her right where she is. ]
You like it, don't lie...
[ ...Don't think smooching and reciprocating his love will get her out of a retort!! But he's smiling through it, leaning up to butt his face against her own like a cat. ]
[ he's punished for his sass with a bite to the lip, gentle and playful, but the curve of his mile against her mouth is all too contagious. prompto's talent for lighting up the space around him never abates, and she feels her heart lift at the sound of his soft laugh. alisaie hardly needs his arms around her to keep her near; wild chocobos could not drag her away from this moment. ]
I've no idea what you're talking about.
[ she answers, bumping her nose against his in response, then lifting her head just enough to look into his face, her hair a wild halo around her head. this moment feels so soft and good, her body still rolling with pleasant aftershocks, surrounded by the thick scent of sex and his skin and hair, the sound of his rumbled laughter still fresh in her ears. it won't be long until they both feel stiff from the hard floor, but for now, she'll enjoy being as gross as possible. ]
Thank the Gods no one stumbled in..
[ not that they couldn't still be stumbled in on at any time now, which would still be petrifyingly embarrassing, but still. ]
[ Yeah...no kidding. After the "hot diggity dog" debacle of their last attempt at sex, and the mishap with the pod, Prompto had been afraid that they simple weren't meant to do it again, and someone walking in on them in the middle of doing it would have made their sex life irretrievable. But miraculously, once they hit the floor, it all went off swimmingly.
Pun intended. ]
Yikes...I don't even wanna picture it.
[ Which, of course, he is now. Still, he peers up into her bright, flushed face as his breathing slowly returns to normal, his heart sinking back to its usual pace. The vestiges of pleasure still thrum in his blood, and even for how cold and hard the floor is against his back, he is perfectly comfortable right now, lax with her bare skin pressed to his, the sight and scent and feel of her all around him.
Tipping up his chin, he kisses her jaw. ]
You know...they still could.
[ He just has to point it out...but he doesn't make a move to separate from her or get dressed or anything. ]
anyway, yeah, they're still in danger of being walked in on while she's stark nude on top of him, but apparently she isn't remotely worried about that. she's comfortable, riding on the dregs of a rush of endorphins, everything feels warm and soft and loose, her head is full of cotton, and she loves this idiot boy. everything feels so good.
lazy and languid, alisaie threads her fingers through his damp hair, pressing it back from his face and eyes, dragging kisses along his brow, his temple, his cheek. she's feeling affectionate and amorous.. ]
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[ this ticklefight has suddenly become a sexy ticklefight..
she's already flushed with effort and breathing quickly, but then his mouth is dragging against her jaw, and he's shifting around to look into her face, and she knows what that look means. the nala eyes.
immediately alisaie's heart leaps up into her throat, her face burning hot, but she still has enough sass left over from her sore loss that she can ride it and feign confidence. her hands lift to smooth against the front of his chest, carefully twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and she lifts her eyes to his own. ]
Do you think you can win me over like that?
[ she asks, her nose bumping alongside his own, her breath fluttering against his lips. but the answer is yes, he can definitely win her over like this.. ]
will captain america die
He barely has the presence of mind to be clever back right now, but he pools all his resources to do so, lest he ruin this supercharged moment. ]
Depends. Is it working?
[ He knows it's working, somehow, in spite of himself. He dips his chin down to press a kiss to her lips, his breath trembling as they coax her own open, his tongue stroking her bottom lip.
He might've forgotten about that whole "being in public" thing for a second. ]
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but she can't stay fake angry with him when he's kissing her like this, with warmth and depth and confidence, his tongue gliding boldly against her lower lip. it's still a new enough sensation to surprise her, and alisaie's breath rushes against his mouth, her lips parting and her spine arching, a quiet, needy sound spilling from her mouth into his. it doesn't matter how many times they have kissed, or how many more times they will kiss, it's still thrilling and exciting, the sensation filling her up with an irresistible heat. ]
Mmm..
[ she murmurs helpfully against his mouth, while her arms slip up and over his shoulders to pull closer to him, her head tilting, her tongue flicking playfully against his own, teasing and inviting. ]
so that's a yes
...But as long as she doesn't say anything about hot diggity dog, they're probably fine. Really, he isn't thinking about that too much, because he's too busy thinking about how hot and wet her mouth is, how nice and familiar she smells, how soft the skin beneath her clothes is...
Needless to say, he's distracted.
Thoughtlessly, his knee presses between her thighs, urging her legs apart, his teeth dragging over her bottom lip. ]
W-we should...a room...
[ He can scarcely get the words out, for how ardent his need to kiss her is. ]
i'll let you know in a few weeks
thankfully, for the moment it's far from her mind as well, especially when the warm solidity of his knee between her thighs distracts her, the sharp drag of his teeth against her lip lancing a thrill down her spine. he's speaking words against her mouth that take her a few moments to parse, but soon her lips are curving into a smile against his own, her hands moving to his face, fingertips tracing his jawline and cheekbones. ]
Hmm..
[ she teases, the sound curling against her tongue, her hips rocking against his thigh, needful and nearly involuntary, searching out that warm, sweet friction. ]
Are you worried..?
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But she isn't helping his efforts to get them somewhere more private the way her hands find his face and her hips grind against him. A low, rough, needful sound spills out of him, his head tipping back, stars in his vision. He wants her, he wants all of her, and tempting as it is to pin her back on the sofa right here and now, he isn't quite ready for that sexy adventure yet.
But maybe they can compromise. His breath shudders, his hands raking down her back, grasping at her rear before he looks into her eyes, a thought forming. He's a little nervous, though he shouldn't be, for all they have done, for all the might do in this moment they have found together. It's what feels natural.
It's easy, then, so easy, to dip down and wind his arms beneath her and hook her legs around his waist, lifting her into his arms. They fit so perfectly, and heat prickles over every inch of his skin, at the feeling of her legs parted around him, welcoming him into her embrace, her body flushed against her own.
It takes a moment for him to murmur: ]
...this okay?
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and then he's lifting her into his arms with surprising ease; she can forget sometimes how strong he is. in most other circumstances she might balk at being carried, but this is.. different, his arms are warm and welcoming, there's a heat roiling just beneath her skin, and there's nothing she could want more than to be closer to him. leaning into his grasp, alisaie slides her arms around his shoulders and tips her forehead against his own, nuzzling her nose alongside his, dragging her mouth over his cheekbone. ]
Yes..
[ even though she must surrender a certain amount of control like this, it doesn't matter, she trusts him, she loves him, she wants him. his body feels so warm and solid, and she presses to him as tightly as she can manage, her fingers slipping up into his hair. ]
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It's a bit of a daunting task, especially as she's still nuzzling and kissing him, and he would like to stay still and just kiss her as well — but the whole point of picking her up was because they can't stay here. The only way he gets through this without dropping her and ruining the mood again is slowly and carefully, as much as being slow and careful is the last thing he wants right now.
But he preoccupies his nerves and his mouth by lifting his mouth to her neck, nosing against her stiff collar and kissing the soft flesh beneath, his audible exhales rushing against her skin in between. Fortunately for the both, the rec room isn't far from their quarters, and soon enough he's surging through the nearest door, sliding it shut behind them.
And not a moment too soon. He lowers her quickly onto the nearest pod, pulling his shirt up and over his head before seeking her mouth again, his hands trembling over the buttons of her coat. ]
Think it'll do?
[ The pod, he means. They're kind of...cramped, aren't they? ]
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even better still he's peeling off his shirt, giving her access to swathes of warm, freckled skin, though she can't quite enjoy it just yet, not while he's pawing at her jacket. it isn't quite so simple as his shirt, so she drops her hands to help him, unfastening her jacket and shrugging it away. ]
We shall manage.
[ famous last words, but she is not feeling particularly patient. they have not had much time to themselves at all since their last.. failed encounter, their duties to the circle keep them busy, and even when they have time to themselves they're usually tired and drained - who knows when they will have an opportunity again? she's determined.
which is quite evident, given how she tugs his face close again with both hands, for more hot, wet kisses, before moving them down his bare back - her elbow bangs the edge of the pod painfully, but she tries to ignore it. ]
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So when she pulls him down for more kisses, he follows easily, sliding his weight over her — though his knee bangs painfully into the wall, when his hands move down to slip beneath her dress. Stinging pain be damned, they are going to make this work!
Hooking his fingers beneath the hem of her dress, he pushes it upwards, fabric rucking around his wrists until he's able to lift it up and over her head —
His hand bangs against the pod above them. Goddammit. ]
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Be careful.
[ she urges, through quick, breathless laughs before she's lowering her arms again in an attempt to wriggle the rest of the way out of her dress - but she doesn't have much room to maneuver, and it ends up stuck around her shoulders, and over her face.
ugh. maybe they should have undressed outside of the pod, first..
she groans in frustration and gives another yank, which frees the dress but has her head now, smacking the pod, through which she curses colorfully. ]
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Fortunately, an answer comes to him — though not exactly intentionally. He reaches up to smooth a hand over her bumped noggin, but loses his precarious balance over her on the pod in the process. His knee slips off the side and the momentum is enough for the rest of him to follow, and Prompto falls right onto his back on the floor. It's not a far drop, so aside from a little surprise, he's fine. It's cold and hard and he's about to climb back up to the pod, desperate to salvage the moment —
But then he realizes it. There's plenty of room down here...
Reaching up to lace his fingers with his own, he gives her hand a tug. ]
Here.
[ He breathes, low and suggestive. ]
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he's fallen off the cot now. there can be no salvaging this.
at least, until he slips his fingers through hers to tug her down to the floor, and she realizes in an instant what he intends. ah, he's a genius. she loves him so much.
alisaie follows suit without hesitation, following his lead and slipping onto the floor with him, over him, straddling his hips while she leans back to untie her hair. it falls in messy waves, and she discards the ribbon with the rest of their shucked clothing before she's leaning into him again, searching out his mouth with her own and mapping the warm, sleek planes of his chest with her hands. ]
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...Though he is still a little worried that something else will intervene to interrupt their moment. Did he lock that door? Will someone walk in? Will some of this decrepit machinery fall on his head and knock him out cold? But those questions fall to the back of his mind once she leans over him, her hands pulling greedily over his skin, her mouth slotting with his, his teeth teasing at her tongue as his hands roam her body.
It's difficult to not slow down to savor every moment of this, her touch and her feel and her taste, but his need is too great to take that kind of time. With hasty, impatient motions, he unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, dragging kisses down her neck while his palms slide down her body, urging her underwear over her hips and away from thought. ]
You're so beautiful...
[ He murmurs through hasty kisses to her jaw, her collar, her breasts. He's being bolder than he ever has before, but his desire is all-consuming. There's little room left for his nerves. They've waited for this — they deserve this. ]
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she wants to feel.
so once his mouth and hands begin to roam she surrenders herself to it, to the warmth of his touch and his mouth, and how very good it feels. how could she ever be nervous, with him? how could she ever think that anything between them would be awkward or strange? there is nothing more perfect than being this close with another person, with him, and as he strips away the last of her clothing she does not feel vulnerable or afraid, she feels safe, and secure, and needful.
alisaie breathes his name through a soft whine, dipping her chin to press her mouth to his hairline while her hands move down, skating over his shoulders and along his arms and slim fingers, then away at last so she can unfasten his jeans with impatient assurance, hooking her thumbs into his waistband so she can push at them with both hands. ]
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So instinct takes over, his back curling up off the floor as he reaches for her ankles, encouraging her to wind her legs around his waist so she can settle into his lap and explore this from a new angle. And if she needs even more encouragement to spur her on, he finds her mouth again, breathing hard and heavy against her lips, his fingernails hooking into her hips.
Neither of them may last long, but gods, is it going to be good. ]
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difficult as it might be for them to find time together like this, there will always be time in the future to learn one another fully and completely, to take their time.
for now, though - for now, she wants him, and nothing more, and he makes it so easy. she fits over his lap so easily, their bodies slot together like they were made for one another, and all the rest is liquid heat and surreal pleasure. with a soft, needful cry she presses to him, their kisses wet and hot and greedy, his fingernails biting into her skin, her hands seizing in his hair as they move together in a natural rhythm, chasing that building heat, riding that fierce, irresistible friction. it's better, better than before, they're a little more practiced, a little more confident, she can chase what feels good with a little less worry and hesitation. ]
Prompto -
[ she breathes, over and over again, his name like a prayer on her lips, riding on harsh whispers between messy kisses while her fingernails sink into his scalp. prompto, she calls, again and again, heedless of everything around them, her entire world narrowing to this small, private space in the universe. there is only him, the heat of his body and the smell of his sweat, the hard floor beneath them and the chilly air against her bare skin, the sweet, rough sound of his breath, and his name on her lips. there is nothing else. ]
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But they can only build for so long, until they at last reach the peak, and a low, guttural sound rends from him and spills against her mouth as his hips arch off the floor. It's absolutely dizzying, stars blurring his vision, and he clings to her like his life depends on it. In that moment, they are connected infinitely, until at last he starts to come down, sinking back onto the cold, hard floor.
Of course, he clings to her still, fingers tangling in her damp, messy hair, the smell of sweat and sex thick on the air. The cold of the floor is like a shock to his system, his nerves already fraying with the sweet aftershocks that rolls over his body. Every part of him feels so alive.
Sighing through panted breaths, he mouths at her temple, before stuttering: ]
Th-third time's the charm...
[ I mean, the first was good, and will always be special for being their first encounter, but this was...something else. ]
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i mean, not that their first time wasn't good, but... she'd kind of been wondering what all the fuss is about tbh........
all the strength bleeds from her body, and alisaie folds forward against him, slick with sweat and panting hard, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the chilly air of the ship kisses her too-hot body. he's still all wrapped up around her, and she around him, and she keeps close even as her body begins to fall slack, her heavy head tucked beneath his skin. ]
.. mm.
[ she starts, eloquently; give her a few more breaths. ]
Something like that..
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He loves it, and he buries his face in it, inhaling the scent of her and her exertions, drinking in this sweet moment in and existing in this perfect space with her. ]
...I love you. I'm...so glad you're here with me.
[ Ah, yes, now they're done being sexy, so it's time to be sappy. He means it though, of course. She has been his constant companion through his world...where would he be without her right now? He is so, so very lucky.
And not just because the sex was really, really good and he is still shuddering with afterglow. ]
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so even if her smile slants in a teasing sort of way, her heart swells with fondness in the same turn. ]
You are such a sap.
[ she says, but she can't keep the smile out of her voice, and she lifts her head to look down into his face, gently tickling at his ribs with her fingertips. before he can retort she dips down to seek his mouth again, kissing him with what remains of their lingering heat, slow and deep and warm, her nose nuzzling along his own, her breath mingling with his, her words muffled between their mouths. ]
I love you, too.
[ and for all she acts the proud and independent one, she relies on him just as much as he relies on her. ]
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Which, really, makes him all the more eager for their future together.
He catches his breath from her lungs through that kiss, winding his arms more completely around her back to secure her right where she is. ]
You like it, don't lie...
[ ...Don't think smooching and reciprocating his love will get her out of a retort!! But he's smiling through it, leaning up to butt his face against her own like a cat. ]
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I've no idea what you're talking about.
[ she answers, bumping her nose against his in response, then lifting her head just enough to look into his face, her hair a wild halo around her head. this moment feels so soft and good, her body still rolling with pleasant aftershocks, surrounded by the thick scent of sex and his skin and hair, the sound of his rumbled laughter still fresh in her ears. it won't be long until they both feel stiff from the hard floor, but for now, she'll enjoy being as gross as possible. ]
Thank the Gods no one stumbled in..
[ not that they couldn't still be stumbled in on at any time now, which would still be petrifyingly embarrassing, but still. ]
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Pun intended. ]
Yikes...I don't even wanna picture it.
[ Which, of course, he is now. Still, he peers up into her bright, flushed face as his breathing slowly returns to normal, his heart sinking back to its usual pace. The vestiges of pleasure still thrum in his blood, and even for how cold and hard the floor is against his back, he is perfectly comfortable right now, lax with her bare skin pressed to his, the sight and scent and feel of her all around him.
Tipping up his chin, he kisses her jaw. ]
You know...they still could.
[ He just has to point it out...but he doesn't make a move to separate from her or get dressed or anything. ]
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wow
anyway, yeah, they're still in danger of being walked in on while she's stark nude on top of him, but apparently she isn't remotely worried about that. she's comfortable, riding on the dregs of a rush of endorphins, everything feels warm and soft and loose, her head is full of cotton, and she loves this idiot boy. everything feels so good.
lazy and languid, alisaie threads her fingers through his damp hair, pressing it back from his face and eyes, dragging kisses along his brow, his temple, his cheek. she's feeling affectionate and amorous.. ]
Well, then I suppose we might want to move..
[ or lock the door
but she isn't moving.. ]
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