[ Wow, she just ate frosting off his ass...why is he going to shower all this off again??
But anyway, into the bathroom he goes. To his credit, he doesn't take as long as he normally might, if only because he doesn't want to keep her waiting too long. Not on her (fake) birthday! Also, he's a little worried about her falling asleep, and he's been with her long enough now to realize that Alisaie is not the sort of person who wakes up easily, to put it lightly.
Finally he emerges before dipping into her room for a minute to get dressed (since he probably has a few clothes stored at her place now, uwu) and making his grand reappearance in the living room. ]
Alright! Clean as a whistle! You ready for me to spoil you some more?
[ it's good frosting, it shouldn't be wasted!! too bad he's wasting all the rest, showering it off like that.. all that good sugar right down the drain. :(
also, maybe he doesn't take as long as he normally might, but he still probably takes longer than most people.. definitely longer than alisaie might take. which means that she has definitely fallen asleep on the sofa, with her head cradled in her arms so cutely.
the only answer he receives is a very cute.. snore. ]
[ Ah...of course. He knew she was going to fall asleep. He can't leave her unattended for more than five minutes without her catching a snoozle, can he?
Still, she's extremely adorable all curled up on the couch there, and so with a chuckle, he moves around to the other side of the couch so he can sit down next to her, one hand brushing her hair away from her cheek, before he leans down to press a kiss to the ridge of her ear. ]
Hey, sleepyhead...y'know, if you wanna just take a nap, we can do that too...
[ He won't deny her anything today, least of all sleepy cuddles. And now he's all soft and clean with his fluffy hair, ready for prime cuddling. ]
[ she does like him soft and clean with his fluffy hair..
she also likes ear kisses.
alisaie isn't very deeply asleep, she's only been dozing lightly for some thirty minutes, so she wakes easily enough when he settles beside her, the touch of his lips to her ear earning a soft shiver. it feels nice, even in her sleep. with a low murmur she turns onto her back with her head in his lap, though it's a few seconds before she opens her eyes, slowly and blearily. ]
Mm.. a nap sounds nice..
[ she mumbles, her hooded eyes flickering up to his face. ]
[ Of course a nap sounds nice, a nap always sounds nice to her...chuckling low in his throat, Prompto taps her lightly on the nose, finding her hand with his own and weaving their fingers together. She's so cute, half-awake and lying in his lap like this, he could die. ]
Mm, just about. Look, I didn't even style my hair! I just couldn't want to get back to you...
[ Sure, sure, maybe it's cheesy, but it's no less true!
Idly, his thumb brushes slowly along her lips, lingering at the corner of her mouth. ]
[ look, naps are nice!! they're so warm and cozy..
and prompto's presence only makes her more comfortable, and more cozy. he threads his fingers through hers, and she squeezes his hand in return, her eyelids flickering low, her mouth curving into a smile against the drag of his thumb. ]
Well.. you look better this way, anyway.
[ she says, lifting her free hand to sift her fingers through his soft, fluffy hair, her fingernails dragging against his scalp. ]
[ Ah, she goes right for his weak spot, the head scratches...and he is as susceptible to them as ever. Leaning his head into her touch, his eyes close briefly, a quiet, contented sound easing up from his throat. It feels soooo nice... ]
Y-yeah? You...like my hair like this?
[ ...He may have to consider wearing it like this more often. Intentionally! ]
But then you couldn't so inaccurately compare me to a chocobo's butt...
[ He murmurs, fingers trailing gently down her neck, brushing gently along her collar. ]
[ yeah she has his number!! and who doesn't like head scratchies, anyway?? crazy people, that's who. she knows all the best spots, too, like above his ear, and at the base of his skull, and she knows just how gently to tug the roots of his hair to scratch that little itch and pull more of those soft, satisfied little groans from him.
were they supposed to be going somewhere? doing something? she's forgotten. ]
Mayhaps if you did not style it to look like a chocobo's arse, people would not make that very accurate assumption.
[ she says around a smile, her thumb carefully tracing the edge of his ear. ]
But yes, I do. It looks nice this way. And it feels much better.
[ not all rough or stiff or sticky with weird smelly products!! ]
[ Wow, they at least smell nice, okay!!! But sticky and stiff is fair...and at this moment, he isn't too keen on making any kind of argument for his usual hairstyle. Not when it being fluffy and down is earning him such nice attentions. Her touch to his ear sends a shiver racing down his spine, and he turns his face to nuzzle into her palm, lips dragging against her skin just so. ]
That's...nice...
[ Is he sleepy or aroused? Probably both. And honestly, he's not sure where she's going with this. Should he be snuggling down next to her on the couch and throwing a blanket over the top of them, or making out with her? Can she just keep scratching his scalp like this all day? He wouldn't be opposed, even if it is her birthday celebration. ]
I'll, uh, I'll...keep that in mind for the future.
[ He's not ready to abandon his style completely, but maybe on days where he knows he's going to be spending a lot of time with her, he can consider this alternative. ]
[ smelling nice is still smelly!! and she can want both a nap and a bang okay, don't make her choose, she is spoiled. sleepy and aroused seems like a pretty fine state to be in, if you ask her. it's her birthday, she isn't allowed to be wrong. ]
Good.
[ she say, a soft giggle riding her breath, her hand dropping away from his hair so she can trace the shape of his jaw with her knuckle, dragging it over the warm bow of his lips. ]
Maybe because someone keeps touchin' me in all my touchiest places...
[ You know what he means. But they've been spending so much time together lately like this that they have learned each other well by now. They've begun to memorize each and every sensitive spot on the other's body, and Alisaie was all but asking for him to melt in her hands by going for his scalp first. His skin still tingles there, and when her knuckle passes over his lips, they part around it, tongue dragging slow and languid across the pad of her finger. ]
Y'know, if this is what you wanted to spend the day doing, you could've just joined me in the shower...
[ The combination of food sex and shower sex is a lot for his brain to process, but it sounds pretty awesome. They could have had it all...
But this is still good. This is still great. One of his arms moves around her, smoothing down her back, counting each and every one of her ribs with his fingertips, while the other continues to draw long her collar, dipping just beneath to seek warm, soft skin. ]
[ in all of his touchiest places... well, admittedly she fell in love with his big, warm heart, not his bird brain. no one's perfect.
but that is not untrue. they have spent so much time sharing intimate space by now - and not just in the bedroom, but in other ways, every way. she changes her clothing in front of him, they brush their teeth together, they lie in bed and on sofas curled together and talking, touching, being with one another. she knows where he is ticklish, she knows what is uncomfortable or painful for him, she knows when he likes the pain, she knows how to arouse him, how to make him laugh, how to make him smile, all with the simple drag of her fingers. it has taken time, and practice, and alisaie has had to allow herself to feel comfortable, to allow herself to be open and vulnerable.
and now she knows him, every inch of him, inside and out. being so in tune with another person, being so at ease with another person.. it is an intense feeling, and a powerful one. ]
Forgive me for not thinking ahead.
[ she says with a curl in her voice, her heart jumping at the gentle brush of his tongue against the edge of her knuckle, and when his fingertips skirt beneath her collar she tips up her chin to facilitate it, her eyelids dropping low, then closing entirely. curling her fingers at his jaw, she tugs his face nearer as best she can from her vantage. ]
[ It's intensely powerful, and intensely intimate, in a way he's never known anyone before. They've only been here for a little over a month now, but there's no question that the shift from the Circle to Lunatia has had a profound effect on their relationship. Though it was back in Astoria's service that they first fell in love, being here has given them a chance to actually be in a relationship. There has been plenty to worry about and keep them busy, sure, but it's...different now. They live next door to one another. They eat together, they sleep together, they go out on dates and walks and talk constantly. Every moment of it is wonderful, and it feels like they have all the time in the world.
She tugs him nearer, and would that he could contort himself to kiss her while her head is in his lap — but alas, he is not quite so flexible. He gets close enough to brush a kiss to her hairline — barely there, a breath of a kiss, and then his mouth hooks into a smile as his fingers trail along the lapels of her coat, unfastening clasps as he goes. ]
You gonna tell me what you want for your birthday? Or should I guess?
[ He can probably guess pretty well, at this point. ]
[ yeah i mean, for all that we joke that prompto is a simply boy, alisaie is also a pretty simple girl. she knows what she wants, she is generally not shy about chasing it, and she enjoys a good bang as much as he does.
well, now that he knows what he's doing at least, heheheh. ]
I shall give you three guesses..
[ she says softly, her breath hitching when his fingers work around the clasps down her coat. he isn't touching any skin at all, but it is the idea of the thing, the intent behind the movement of his hand that excites her, even now, when this is no longer new and fresh. she hopes she will always feel this way, that the very idea of his touch will always be enough to excite her, that the simple thought of being loved by him will ever make her heart race.
with a lazy smile, alisaie drops her hand below his to help with unclasping her coat from the bottom up, to meet him in the middle. ]
[ Yeah, it's a real head scratcher, especially when she drops her hands to help him unfasten her coat. With every last clasp of her overly complicated coat undone, his hands slip beneath and up her sides, over her dress that is warm from the heat of her skin. It's such a privilege, to touch someone like this, for someone to want him to touch them like this. For all he was nervous and trembled when they first approached this, not his hands are steady and deliberate, lingering where he knows she likes them, teasing at her skin where he can. ]
Hmm...let's see. You wanna...read a book?
[ A grin slants his mouth as his arms at last move around her, guiding her up and lifting her until she is nicely settled into his lap. There — that's much better. Much more comfortable (well, for him, anyway), the warmth of her thighs parted over his hips a familiar and exhilarating feeling all at once. With his hands falling to tickle her knees, he peers up into her face, into her beautiful, radiant smile, thinking for the nth time just how very, very lucky he is, how lucky they both are. ]
[ she was definitely more comfortable lying on her back, but she will accept this change in the state of affairs, because she is a good and benevolent girlf.. ]
Those both do sound quite tempting..
[ she says while she shrugs off her heavy coat and lets it fall to the floor behind them, before her arms coil around his shoulders, gooseflesh rising on her thighs when he tickles at her knees. smiling, alisaie rests her brow to his own, bumping her nose against his, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
[ He hums thoughtfully, like he can't possibly figure out what it is that she's alluding to, or what they're building towards, like anticipation isn't already stoking a fire in his belly before they've so much as kissed. Tipping his chin up, he noses against her cheek while he hands reach around her, coasting along her braid, untying the ribbon holding it together so her hair can fall loose. ]
Think I've got it.
[ But instead of answering verbally — which is a blessing to both of them, as he more than likely wouldn't be able to come up with anything sexy enough to fit the mood — he kisses her instead, at last, his lips parting slow and languid over her own, while his hands fall to her shoulders, palms smoothing over them, his grasp gentle yet firm.
He's going to give her everything he knows she likes, and he's going to take his time with it. ]
the kiss is welcome, and she is ready for it, her lips already parted when his mouth finds hers, her breath leaving her in a soft, low whine against his lips. kissing him has become as easy as breathing now, she knows the shape of his mouth intimately, better even than her own, she knows how to move it against his, when to breathe, when to tug at his lip, when to dip her tongue into his mouth. it's always warm, and messy, and wet, and sweet, and good.
alisaie's coat might be complicated, but at least her dress is not - snagging its hem, she is able to lift it away and over her head in one easy, simple sweep, and toss it aside.
but her hands are back at work immediately, smoothing down his chest, her fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, teasing at the warm skin beneath. ]
[ It's all so easy, now. To kiss her, to touch her — it's thoughtless, natural, sweet as fire. He's mesmerized the way her lips feel, the way her mouth tastes, the ridge of her teeth and the texture of her tongue, yet it still feels new, exhilarating, to kiss her like this, with intent. Intent to go beyond just these soft touches and warm kisses. Intent to bring themselves as close to one another as they can be.
And in one swift movement, she is all but bare to him, her dress gone away and forgotten the moment it hits the floor. His palms run over her back, along the ridges in her spine, as he arches up into her, into the taste of her mouth, tongue tracing her own as a soft sound escapes him. She's so warm, her skin so soft and perfect, and even if he's touched and kissed every inch of it, he'll do it again. A thousand times.
His mouth breaks from her own to trail down her neck as her fingers slip beneath his shirt, the burn of warm fingers against warm skin sending bolts of heat south. It's much too hot to keep his shirt now now, anyway, so he draws back just enough to help her tug it off of him, where it can join her dress in the heap on the floor. ]
I love you...
[ He murmurs quietly, pulling near once more, nuzzling up to mouth against her ear while his hips rock slow against her own. ]
[ it's funny to think of how shy she used to be around him, how the first time he so sweetly and carefully removed her clothes her heart was racing madly, and while she was not necessarily afraid, she was certainly nervous. she trusted him fully, completely, as she does now, but it was all new and intimidating, no one had ever seen her that way.
but now.. now she has no fear, no hesitation. she does not worry that he will not like what he sees, that he will not love her body or her skin or her shape, she knows that he loves all of her, that that he wants her as much as she wants him. baring herself to him is just as easy as all the rest.
she smiles at his words, her fingertips gliding down his back, tracing the dip of her spine. ]
I know you do.
[ she says, through a soft, teasing chuckle, though her breath quickens when his hips rock against hers, and her back arches, her heart in her throat, heat pooling in her belly. ]
[ It hasn't been all that long since their relationship took this step, but they've grown so close in such a short amount of time. Prismatica has certainly been...good for their sex life, which being a young couple in the spring of their first romance, likely wouldn't have struggled to begin with. But the heightened sensations that moonlacing bring don't hurt, and it's...good for the economy, or something. Sure, at times he still feels that guilt, for enjoying his life here so much, for even thinking he doesn't want to go home, but that's the farthest thing from his mind right now.
Right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her touch. Her fingers gliding across his back, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Her torso pressed up against his own, hot skin brushing hot skin with each and every inhale and exhale they both take. The sounds of their kisses, wet and slick and sweet to his ears, and the gentle, pleased noises that mingle with their breaths. That irresistible friction that hardens him beneath her, that makes his pants all at once too tight to bear. It's all that matters. ]
I want you...
[ He coos, mouth trailing down her neck once more, his tongue drawing patterns across her skin as he tastes her. One hand palms up her back to push her bra straps aside and fiddle with the hooks — really, a job for both hands, but the other is rubbing along her thigh and slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to squeeze her rear.
Even after all they've shared, it's a marvel that he's grown so bold, that he can touch her like this, and know it's wanted. ]
[ he is bold - she cannot help but have noticed how much more steady his hands have grown in the last few weeks, how much less shy he has become, how easily he goes for what he wants without second guessing himself. they're learning, both of them, they are growing confident together, and for as exciting and new as their first times were, alisaie thinks that she likes this better. it feels like a privilege, to be this close to someone else, to be so comfortable and welcome. she can speak freely with him, she can be herself, she can touch him and kiss him and tease him and laugh with him, and all of it is easy. ]
You have me.
[ she murmurs, lifting her chin to stretch her throat more fully beneath his seeking mouth, her lips curving into a smile as he struggles with the hooks to her bra. she doesn't help him. he'll figure it out, eventually. ]
You always have me.
[ her appetite has been no less than his own, after all, and she has made no effort to temper it. even now she moves against him with ease, a demand in the way her hips grind down against his own, and while one arm remains hooked around his shoulders for balance, her free hand slips between them, knuckles dragging over his abdomen and down, until she can tug free the button and fly of his too-tight trousers. her voice against his ear is low and teasing. ]
[ He murmurs in a sharp exhale, her purring words doing as much to excite him as her touch. She's calling him out and he knows it, and a sheepish splash of color ruddies his cheeks, but he isn't embarrassed. He's gotten better at making himself last longer, at drawing out the pleasure, now that they are no longer quite as new to this as they once were. But he is quick to excite, the anticipation alone making him hard, knowing what's to come. He is, as ever, a simple boy, easy to please, and this time is no different than every previous time, and every time that is yet to come.
His breath shivers as she frees his cock from his pants, but he resists the urge to grind up into her palm, to urge her to touch him beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. As good as it feels, he can't forget that this is her birthday celebration, and that he should focus his efforts on pleasing her. Not that he ever doesn't, but it's easy to get carried away in what he's feeling. He must be mindful. ]
What can I say? I'm easy...
[ The words shiver on his breath as his hand on her rear trails up to join the other that works at her bra, at last managing to unfasten it so it can be tossed away. With her breasts free at last, he lifts his hands to cup them gently, giving them an experimental squeeze, his thumbs drawing in determined, delicate circles over her nipples. ]
[ alisaie appreciates his patience.. she is in no rush, she is still sleepy and lazy and taking her time, and why not? it is, apparently, her pretend nameday, she can get away with anything she likes. ]
I know you are.
[ she says through a giggle, catching her own lip between her teeth with a soft mmm when his thumbs graze her nipples, drawing them tight beneath his touch. warm bolts of pleasure bolt right to her loins, and her back arches gently. but she giggles playfully, her fingertips just barely drawing over the shape of his cock through his boxer briefs, light and teasing. ]
I like it.
[ however she might tease him, how can she not be flattered? it feels good to be wanted, to know that he wants her so badly, that she can have this effect on anyone at all, most especially him. there's nothing she could want more than to be wanted by him.
but she will not torment him much longer. carefully, she draws back the waistband of his briefs so she can slip her hand into them, her palm smoothing over his cock, stroking him gently, slowly, from root to tip. she likes the way it feels, the heat of him, the weight, how exciting it is even now, how exciting it is that she is so confident, that she can touch him fearlessly. smiling against his skin, alisaie draws lazy kisses over the crest of his cheek. ]
[ She plays him so, so easily, like a fiddle, every brush of her fingers feeling deliberate, every stroke designed to unmake him. It seems like she never even had to learn this at all, like she has always known him, all of him, even if he can remember so well the first time she touched him like this, when he'd guided her hand along his cock, encouraging her to touch. It's almost unfair, how good it is, because this is her fake birthday party, but maybe this is exactly what she wants. To be in complete control, astride his lap, molding him like clay in her capable hands. He is at her complete and utter mercy, his breathing gone fast and shallow, head tilting back and pressing against her own. ]
Ngh...so do you...
[ He groans as her fingers glide over his tip, precum leaking out of him as his grip on her breasts tightens. That's nice. That's so nice...
But he doesn't remain frozen in that instance of pleasure — he can't, because as she's taking care of him, he needs to take care of her, too. His hands move from her breasts, his fingernails leaving small indents to remember him by. One arm winds around her lower back to steady her in his lap, while the other slips down the front of her panties, fingers dipping into soft, wet skin, his palm rubbing frictional patterns against her clit. ]
You're so wet...
[ Wet for him, because she wants him. You always have me. ]
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But anyway, into the bathroom he goes. To his credit, he doesn't take as long as he normally might, if only because he doesn't want to keep her waiting too long. Not on her (fake) birthday! Also, he's a little worried about her falling asleep, and he's been with her long enough now to realize that Alisaie is not the sort of person who wakes up easily, to put it lightly.
Finally he emerges before dipping into her room for a minute to get dressed (since he probably has a few clothes stored at her place now, uwu) and making his grand reappearance in the living room. ]
Alright! Clean as a whistle! You ready for me to spoil you some more?
[ Because that's the theme of the day. ]
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also, maybe he doesn't take as long as he normally might, but he still probably takes longer than most people.. definitely longer than alisaie might take. which means that she has definitely fallen asleep on the sofa, with her head cradled in her arms so cutely.
the only answer he receives is a very cute.. snore. ]
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Still, she's extremely adorable all curled up on the couch there, and so with a chuckle, he moves around to the other side of the couch so he can sit down next to her, one hand brushing her hair away from her cheek, before he leans down to press a kiss to the ridge of her ear. ]
Hey, sleepyhead...y'know, if you wanna just take a nap, we can do that too...
[ He won't deny her anything today, least of all sleepy cuddles. And now he's all soft and clean with his fluffy hair, ready for prime cuddling. ]
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she also likes ear kisses.
alisaie isn't very deeply asleep, she's only been dozing lightly for some thirty minutes, so she wakes easily enough when he settles beside her, the touch of his lips to her ear earning a soft shiver. it feels nice, even in her sleep. with a low murmur she turns onto her back with her head in his lap, though it's a few seconds before she opens her eyes, slowly and blearily. ]
Mm.. a nap sounds nice..
[ she mumbles, her hooded eyes flickering up to his face. ]
Have you finished preening?
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Mm, just about. Look, I didn't even style my hair! I just couldn't want to get back to you...
[ Sure, sure, maybe it's cheesy, but it's no less true!
Idly, his thumb brushes slowly along her lips, lingering at the corner of her mouth. ]
So, what'll it be?
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and prompto's presence only makes her more comfortable, and more cozy. he threads his fingers through hers, and she squeezes his hand in return, her eyelids flickering low, her mouth curving into a smile against the drag of his thumb. ]
Well.. you look better this way, anyway.
[ she says, lifting her free hand to sift her fingers through his soft, fluffy hair, her fingernails dragging against his scalp. ]
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Y-yeah? You...like my hair like this?
[ ...He may have to consider wearing it like this more often. Intentionally! ]
But then you couldn't so inaccurately compare me to a chocobo's butt...
[ He murmurs, fingers trailing gently down her neck, brushing gently along her collar. ]
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were they supposed to be going somewhere? doing something? she's forgotten. ]
Mayhaps if you did not style it to look like a chocobo's arse, people would not make that very accurate assumption.
[ she says around a smile, her thumb carefully tracing the edge of his ear. ]
But yes, I do. It looks nice this way. And it feels much better.
[ not all rough or stiff or sticky with weird smelly products!! ]
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That's...nice...
[ Is he sleepy or aroused? Probably both. And honestly, he's not sure where she's going with this. Should he be snuggling down next to her on the couch and throwing a blanket over the top of them, or making out with her? Can she just keep scratching his scalp like this all day? He wouldn't be opposed, even if it is her birthday celebration. ]
I'll, uh, I'll...keep that in mind for the future.
[ He's not ready to abandon his style completely, but maybe on days where he knows he's going to be spending a lot of time with her, he can consider this alternative. ]
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Good.
[ she say, a soft giggle riding her breath, her hand dropping away from his hair so she can trace the shape of his jaw with her knuckle, dragging it over the warm bow of his lips. ]
You seem distracted, my love.
[ hehehe ]
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[ You know what he means. But they've been spending so much time together lately like this that they have learned each other well by now. They've begun to memorize each and every sensitive spot on the other's body, and Alisaie was all but asking for him to melt in her hands by going for his scalp first. His skin still tingles there, and when her knuckle passes over his lips, they part around it, tongue dragging slow and languid across the pad of her finger. ]
Y'know, if this is what you wanted to spend the day doing, you could've just joined me in the shower...
[ The combination of food sex and shower sex is a lot for his brain to process, but it sounds pretty awesome. They could have had it all...
But this is still good. This is still great. One of his arms moves around her, smoothing down her back, counting each and every one of her ribs with his fingertips, while the other continues to draw long her collar, dipping just beneath to seek warm, soft skin. ]
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but that is not untrue. they have spent so much time sharing intimate space by now - and not just in the bedroom, but in other ways, every way. she changes her clothing in front of him, they brush their teeth together, they lie in bed and on sofas curled together and talking, touching, being with one another. she knows where he is ticklish, she knows what is uncomfortable or painful for him, she knows when he likes the pain, she knows how to arouse him, how to make him laugh, how to make him smile, all with the simple drag of her fingers. it has taken time, and practice, and alisaie has had to allow herself to feel comfortable, to allow herself to be open and vulnerable.
and now she knows him, every inch of him, inside and out. being so in tune with another person, being so at ease with another person.. it is an intense feeling, and a powerful one. ]
Forgive me for not thinking ahead.
[ she says with a curl in her voice, her heart jumping at the gentle brush of his tongue against the edge of her knuckle, and when his fingertips skirt beneath her collar she tips up her chin to facilitate it, her eyelids dropping low, then closing entirely. curling her fingers at his jaw, she tugs his face nearer as best she can from her vantage. ]
I am not one for planning.
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She tugs him nearer, and would that he could contort himself to kiss her while her head is in his lap — but alas, he is not quite so flexible. He gets close enough to brush a kiss to her hairline — barely there, a breath of a kiss, and then his mouth hooks into a smile as his fingers trail along the lapels of her coat, unfastening clasps as he goes. ]
You gonna tell me what you want for your birthday? Or should I guess?
[ He can probably guess pretty well, at this point. ]
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well, now that he knows what he's doing at least, heheheh. ]
I shall give you three guesses..
[ she says softly, her breath hitching when his fingers work around the clasps down her coat. he isn't touching any skin at all, but it is the idea of the thing, the intent behind the movement of his hand that excites her, even now, when this is no longer new and fresh. she hopes she will always feel this way, that the very idea of his touch will always be enough to excite her, that the simple thought of being loved by him will ever make her heart race.
with a lazy smile, alisaie drops her hand below his to help with unclasping her coat from the bottom up, to meet him in the middle. ]
Think yourself clever enough to figure it out?
[ how will he ever guess!! ]
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Hmm...let's see. You wanna...read a book?
[ A grin slants his mouth as his arms at last move around her, guiding her up and lifting her until she is nicely settled into his lap. There — that's much better. Much more comfortable (well, for him, anyway), the warmth of her thighs parted over his hips a familiar and exhilarating feeling all at once. With his hands falling to tickle her knees, he peers up into her face, into her beautiful, radiant smile, thinking for the nth time just how very, very lucky he is, how lucky they both are. ]
Ooor maybe...take Pea for a walk?
[ How's he doing so far? ]
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Those both do sound quite tempting..
[ she says while she shrugs off her heavy coat and lets it fall to the floor behind them, before her arms coil around his shoulders, gooseflesh rising on her thighs when he tickles at her knees. smiling, alisaie rests her brow to his own, bumping her nose against his, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
But no. You've only one guess remaining.
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[ He hums thoughtfully, like he can't possibly figure out what it is that she's alluding to, or what they're building towards, like anticipation isn't already stoking a fire in his belly before they've so much as kissed. Tipping his chin up, he noses against her cheek while he hands reach around her, coasting along her braid, untying the ribbon holding it together so her hair can fall loose. ]
Think I've got it.
[ But instead of answering verbally — which is a blessing to both of them, as he more than likely wouldn't be able to come up with anything sexy enough to fit the mood — he kisses her instead, at last, his lips parting slow and languid over her own, while his hands fall to her shoulders, palms smoothing over them, his grasp gentle yet firm.
He's going to give her everything he knows she likes, and he's going to take his time with it. ]
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the kiss is welcome, and she is ready for it, her lips already parted when his mouth finds hers, her breath leaving her in a soft, low whine against his lips. kissing him has become as easy as breathing now, she knows the shape of his mouth intimately, better even than her own, she knows how to move it against his, when to breathe, when to tug at his lip, when to dip her tongue into his mouth. it's always warm, and messy, and wet, and sweet, and good.
alisaie's coat might be complicated, but at least her dress is not - snagging its hem, she is able to lift it away and over her head in one easy, simple sweep, and toss it aside.
but her hands are back at work immediately, smoothing down his chest, her fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, teasing at the warm skin beneath. ]
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And in one swift movement, she is all but bare to him, her dress gone away and forgotten the moment it hits the floor. His palms run over her back, along the ridges in her spine, as he arches up into her, into the taste of her mouth, tongue tracing her own as a soft sound escapes him. She's so warm, her skin so soft and perfect, and even if he's touched and kissed every inch of it, he'll do it again. A thousand times.
His mouth breaks from her own to trail down her neck as her fingers slip beneath his shirt, the burn of warm fingers against warm skin sending bolts of heat south. It's much too hot to keep his shirt now now, anyway, so he draws back just enough to help her tug it off of him, where it can join her dress in the heap on the floor. ]
I love you...
[ He murmurs quietly, pulling near once more, nuzzling up to mouth against her ear while his hips rock slow against her own. ]
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but now.. now she has no fear, no hesitation. she does not worry that he will not like what he sees, that he will not love her body or her skin or her shape, she knows that he loves all of her, that that he wants her as much as she wants him. baring herself to him is just as easy as all the rest.
she smiles at his words, her fingertips gliding down his back, tracing the dip of her spine. ]
I know you do.
[ she says, through a soft, teasing chuckle, though her breath quickens when his hips rock against hers, and her back arches, her heart in her throat, heat pooling in her belly. ]
I love you, too..
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Right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her touch. Her fingers gliding across his back, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Her torso pressed up against his own, hot skin brushing hot skin with each and every inhale and exhale they both take. The sounds of their kisses, wet and slick and sweet to his ears, and the gentle, pleased noises that mingle with their breaths. That irresistible friction that hardens him beneath her, that makes his pants all at once too tight to bear. It's all that matters. ]
I want you...
[ He coos, mouth trailing down her neck once more, his tongue drawing patterns across her skin as he tastes her. One hand palms up her back to push her bra straps aside and fiddle with the hooks — really, a job for both hands, but the other is rubbing along her thigh and slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to squeeze her rear.
Even after all they've shared, it's a marvel that he's grown so bold, that he can touch her like this, and know it's wanted. ]
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You have me.
[ she murmurs, lifting her chin to stretch her throat more fully beneath his seeking mouth, her lips curving into a smile as he struggles with the hooks to her bra. she doesn't help him. he'll figure it out, eventually. ]
You always have me.
[ her appetite has been no less than his own, after all, and she has made no effort to temper it. even now she moves against him with ease, a demand in the way her hips grind down against his own, and while one arm remains hooked around his shoulders for balance, her free hand slips between them, knuckles dragging over his abdomen and down, until she can tug free the button and fly of his too-tight trousers. her voice against his ear is low and teasing. ]
It does not take much, does it?
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[ He murmurs in a sharp exhale, her purring words doing as much to excite him as her touch. She's calling him out and he knows it, and a sheepish splash of color ruddies his cheeks, but he isn't embarrassed. He's gotten better at making himself last longer, at drawing out the pleasure, now that they are no longer quite as new to this as they once were. But he is quick to excite, the anticipation alone making him hard, knowing what's to come. He is, as ever, a simple boy, easy to please, and this time is no different than every previous time, and every time that is yet to come.
His breath shivers as she frees his cock from his pants, but he resists the urge to grind up into her palm, to urge her to touch him beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. As good as it feels, he can't forget that this is her birthday celebration, and that he should focus his efforts on pleasing her. Not that he ever doesn't, but it's easy to get carried away in what he's feeling. He must be mindful. ]
What can I say? I'm easy...
[ The words shiver on his breath as his hand on her rear trails up to join the other that works at her bra, at last managing to unfasten it so it can be tossed away. With her breasts free at last, he lifts his hands to cup them gently, giving them an experimental squeeze, his thumbs drawing in determined, delicate circles over her nipples. ]
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I know you are.
[ she says through a giggle, catching her own lip between her teeth with a soft mmm when his thumbs graze her nipples, drawing them tight beneath his touch. warm bolts of pleasure bolt right to her loins, and her back arches gently. but she giggles playfully, her fingertips just barely drawing over the shape of his cock through his boxer briefs, light and teasing. ]
I like it.
[ however she might tease him, how can she not be flattered? it feels good to be wanted, to know that he wants her so badly, that she can have this effect on anyone at all, most especially him. there's nothing she could want more than to be wanted by him.
but she will not torment him much longer. carefully, she draws back the waistband of his briefs so she can slip her hand into them, her palm smoothing over his cock, stroking him gently, slowly, from root to tip. she likes the way it feels, the heat of him, the weight, how exciting it is even now, how exciting it is that she is so confident, that she can touch him fearlessly. smiling against his skin, alisaie draws lazy kisses over the crest of his cheek. ]
You feel good.
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Ngh...so do you...
[ He groans as her fingers glide over his tip, precum leaking out of him as his grip on her breasts tightens. That's nice. That's so nice...
But he doesn't remain frozen in that instance of pleasure — he can't, because as she's taking care of him, he needs to take care of her, too. His hands move from her breasts, his fingernails leaving small indents to remember him by. One arm winds around her lower back to steady her in his lap, while the other slips down the front of her panties, fingers dipping into soft, wet skin, his palm rubbing frictional patterns against her clit. ]
You're so wet...
[ Wet for him, because she wants him. You always have me. ]
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