[ this is what she likes - to be in charge, to pull him apart slowly until he is needy, begging for her, until he cannot think of anything but how much he wants her. it feels good to be in control. granted, that sanguis moon had been.. exciting.. :flushed: .. but this is how she feels most comfortable. this is what she knows. so yes, it is an excellent nameday gift.
even if he distracts her all but immediately. her hand stills on him the moment his own hand slides into her panties, and she shudders, tensing, her hand at his back tightening, hooking fingernails into his flesh. ]
Prompto..
[ she murmurs low in her throat, her hips rocking forward against the friction of his palm. that sweet, nagging heat begins to twist in her belly, pulling tightly. gods, it feels good, but soon she is laughing softly against his skin, turning her hear to brush her mouth over his own so her words mingle with his breath. ]
I am. And it is all your fault.
[ she can feel it, how wet she is, by the slide of his fingers and how easily they slip into her, smooth and painless, like they were made to be there, to touch her like this. and they were, weren't they? alisaie does not believe in destiny like he does, but still when they are this close to one another it is difficult not to feel like it is right, in deep and strange ways she cannot give words to.
tugging his lip gently between her teeth, alisaie murmurs and rocks her hips slowly, her thumb gently circling the slick tip of his cock. ]
I need you within me.
[ she's already rising up onto her knees, balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder, it will take but a single smooth movement more. ]
[ He is positively whimpering now, weak from the way she purrs his name, the way she grinds against his palm, the way she teases the tip of his cock. He tips his head back further, savoring the way her teeth feel around his lip, holding him in place. They haven't even made it all the way undressed yet, but gods, he needs her just as much as she needs him. They have worked one another up enough. They are both ready. ]
Please, please—
[ He pleads, his hips arching up off the couch, his cock brushing against her thigh. That friction alone is enough to create stars in his vision, a wave of heat swelling over his body.
It's not as though she needs any encouragement, but his hands (now they tremble) grip at her waist, holding to her, his anchor in the storm of pleasure that is about to engulf them both.
He won't take the privilege from her and pull her down onto him — not when this control is what she likes and seeks, and besides, it's what he likes, too. It's always good like this, when she has the reigns, when she is in control. So instead, he only butts his face against her own, brushing a rough kiss to her mouth. ]
[ alisaie can't help it, it's so satisfying to tease him, to hear his voice get thin and needy, to coax him to begging for her. his need is evident not only in the obvious ways, in how hard he is for her, but also in the way his breath rushes so quickly, in how hard his fingers grasp at her body, in how his back arches and his words rush in a voice gone tight with wanting. it excites her to rile him up, to tease him until he is begging, each please he breathes scratching an itch just beneath her skin.
but she is not without her limits. she's wet and as needy as he is, it doesn't matter that they're not entirely undressed - besides, there's something that feels delightfully filthy about pulling her panties aside so she can sink down onto his cock - slowly, at first, but then with one smooth roll of her hips she is comfortably seated in his lap again, his cock sliding into her body smoothly, easily, like he was molded to fit her.
a low, guttural groan rolls in her throat, and alisaie's arms close tightly around his shoulders, her head dipped to rest against his shoulder. ]
Gods -
[ she whispers, arching until her body so tight to his that there is no space left between them, her face pressed to the crook of his neck, breathing in the sharp, familiar scent of his skin. ]
[ This, too, has gotten so, so much easier than it once was, as they have learned how to work one another up, as her body has gotten used to his own. It wasn't so long ago they were doing this for the first time, and for as good as it was, their innocence had shown. Now, though, it's simple. Alisaie fits herself onto him, embracing his cock with the wet heat of her pussy, and just like that, they are joined together. Just like that, they are one.
...But even if it's easier, that doesn't make it any less unreal, the pleasure and arousal, the starts that flood his vision. His fingernails hook into her back as she presses near to him, so near that there isn't even the idea of space left between them, biting his lip around a deep, primal groan as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Fuck...
[ He whimpers, before his hips roll into her own, encouraging more of that friction. As if she needs it. ]
Please...
[ If she likes him to beg, then, oh, he'll beg, before dragging hot, wet kisses along the sweep of her neck. ]
[ nothing tastes quite so sweet to her as those words on his lips, to hear in his voice how easily he is breaking beneath her, hungry and begging, soft and malleable as clay in her hands. it only drives her need, heightens her pleasure, for more and more as they come together again and again, alisaie is realizing what it is that she likes, and how easily it comes to her - how natural it is to bear down onto him, to bend him to her will and see him thrive for it.
with her hands on his shouders, alisaie pushes him back until he is leaning fully into the sofa and she is able to lean fully into him, seated perfectly in his lap, all of her weight rested against his chest and hips, gravity doing the work. ]
Do you want me?
[ she whispers, slipping the fingers of one hand into his hair, gripping a handful and tugging gently at the roots, not roughly enough to hurt him, but right at the edge of pleasure and pain. and all the while she rocks her hips, gliding onto his cock again, and again, building a slow rhythm that she can control. it's easy for how wet she is, the movement smooth, that deep, sweet feeling of his cock sinking into her tugging at the coiled heat in her belly. ]
[ Like clockwork, she winds him up, and he ticks. Pleasure positively burns in his blood, her every touch, her every word further unraveling him, the ease with which she glides onto his cock, again and again, that building rhythm an anthem to his undoing. Every breath is a whine, her fingers tugging on his hair just painful enough that it excites instead of hurts, every little bit going further to light him on fire.
He won't last long. Not when she plays him so expertly, so perfectly. ]
Yes, yes, I-I — I need you, gods, Ali, please —
[ He clings to her like a vine, arms wound taut around her back, fingers scrabbling over her skin, drinking the heat from her sweat, arching up, up off the sofa, his volume rising. ]
[ he's so close that she can feel it - she can feel it in the way his body tenses and arches, in the jerk of his cock inside of her, in the keening whine in his voice - and yet still she hesitates for a few moments to draw it out, to make him wait, to push him so tantalizingly, maddeningly close to the edge without allowing him further. to say that it excites her would be an understatement - his desperation heightens her pleasure, deepens her need.
she's close, as well, so close, her words breaths like soft, needy whines, her rhythm quicker, more erratic.
hooking her fingernails into his scalp, alisaie presses her brow to his, breathing against his lips, nipping them with her teeth. she would love nothing more than to continue this torment, to see just how far she can push him, but honestly, she's not sure that she would last. ]
Come for me.
[ she whispers at last - demands - tugging again at the roots of his hair, her free hand drawing short, sharp nails hard down his back. ]
[ She beckons him, and he comes, willingly, after that maddening moment of teetering on the brink. All it takes is her command, and release he seeks crashes over him like a drowning wave. ]
Alisaie —
[ Her name is a plea upon his lips, a cry, loud and needful and ardent, and he comes within her swiftly, hot and quick, sweet pleasure and relief pouring out of him and into her. His hips buck hard against her own, his vision going white, his breath gone from him in an instant. His fingernails catch in her perfect, damp skin as he soaks in those few euphoric moments of pure, uncomplicated bliss. ]
Gods...
[ He whimpers, nuzzling to her, eyes shut fast, his senses lost to the current that has overtaken him.
[ she holds on just for a moment longer - just so she can appreciate it, feel it when he unravels at last, as that sweet, sinful heat rushes inside of her, slick and sticky, as he groans low and guttural, calling her name.
tensing, alisaie slams down into his lap, tightening all around him as she comes hard, soundless but for a sharp inhale, her thighs tight as a vise around his hips, her fingernails sinking mercilessly into his scalp and skin. sweet white heat floods over her, irresistible and simple and easy, washing over her mind and her thoughts and her body until there is nothing but the high, and sweet, sweet pleasure.
at last she falls slack, remembering to breathe, all of her weight sagging forward against him, her knuckles aching when her grasp at last begins to loosen. the aftershocks are nearly sweeter than all the rest, rolling over her in waves, rocking her, softening the hard edges of the world until everything is warm and fuzzy. ]
Mmm...
[ she hums, dropping her head to drag slow, lazy kisses against the side of his throat, breathing in the sharp scent of his skin and sweat, her hips still rocking gently, slowly, clinging to him with all of her body. eventually she giggles, quiet and languid. ]
[ Nice is an understatement. It may as well be his nameday for how he feels right now, undone, like she has scattered his very essence to the wind and he must now begin to slowly reclaim it, bit by bit. But it wasn't only good for him, and he knows it. As in so many things, he and Alisaie complement each other in this, their wants and needs balancing one another out. His mind may be fuzzy with pleasure, his body numb from irresistible aftershocks, but he doesn't miss the way she hums as she begins to come down, or still rocks against his softening cock. This was a treat for them both, exactly what they wanted.
Languidly, he turns his face against her neck, breathing her in through heavily panted breaths, one hand dragging slow and steady over her back, while the other lifts to sink into her hair, to cradle her head and keep her right where she is, pressed fully against him, hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin. ]
Nn...y-yeah. H-happy birthday, A-Ali...
[ The words are murmured against her skin, where he then drags a soft kiss, still catching his breath. ]
[ nice is definitely an understatement. her limbs feel like jelly, her joints are sore and her loins ache in that sweet, satisfied way that fulfills her to the core. a nap sounds lovely.
nevermind that she'd just had a nap before they got frisky!!
at last alisaie summons the energy enough to lift her heavy head, knocking her brow to his, smiling in that languid, just got fucked sort of way. ]
[ A low chuckle rolls in his throat at her request. He would love to carry her, because that was such a good lay, but he also isn't sure if he can carry her, because that was such a good lay. If she wanted him to carry her she shouldn't have smashed him so good? Or something.
Not that he's complaining....not one bit. ]
Mm...sure. Just...in a minute.
[ He's still recovering, and enjoying this nice, gross cuddle, pepper breathless, staccato kisses to her lips. ]
[ look she's too tired to get up and carry herself, because it was such a good lay.
but she's also the birthday girl, and she did like all the work, okay!! he just sat there and got fucked like the big pillow queen he is. but alisaie is a benevolent dictator, she will allow him a little time to rest.. especially when he's giving her those cute, sweet kisses. ]
Take your time.
[ she says, with a teasing curl in her voice. it's fine, she can sit here all day in his lap, making his legs go numb. even if her hips are a little sore.. ]
Did I tire you so easily? I had thought you had more stamina.
[ Umm, she wanted to do all the work?? He would have tried taking a more assertive role if she wanted him to, but he knows what she likes...even if yeah, okay, the sub bottom is his natural inclination. It's just so good when she's full in control like that.
He huffs a laugh against her cheek, low and spent. ]
What, are you ready for another round already?
[ I mean, he wouldn't complain. Even if his legs are starting to fall asleep... ]
I was hiding in that cake for four hours, cut me some slack!
[ that.. does not really want her to cut him some slack, tbh. if he sat naked in a cake for four hours, that is kind of his own fault and he deserves whatever soreness he feels..
she sits back only so she can give him a hard, withering look. ]
My schedule is pinned onto the corkboard. Why in the world did you wait for that long?
[ what a DING DONG.
also of course she's ready for another round. unlike silly boys, she doesn't have a refractory period. she's ready to smash all day. ]
[ He had that giant cake planned and ready and it's not as though...it was easy to get in and out of, once he was in, he had to commit!!!
Unfortunately for Alisaie, she has to wait in line again before she can get back on the roller coaster, though she's not the only one up for a round two. Or three, or four. His complaints aside, he's hardly that tired — she did most of the hard work, after all, and once she starts touching his ding dong again he'll be ready and raring to go. ]
Alright, alright...if you're gonna twist my arm! Just lemme get my pants off before the next one...
[ With a low, breathless chuckle, he staggers up off the couch with her tucked in his arms and starts towards the bedroom. ]
[ he should have waited a couple more hours to commit, is all i'm sayin!!
anyway, he scoops her up and she grins, because she's won, even if she used to hate being carried around.. but it's one thing to be swept up like a princess, and another to command that he carry her where she wants, heheh. ]
Why? What does it matter?
[ it was kinda sexy that his pants are still on heheh ]
[ Sure, it was kind of sexy...or a lot sexy, that they couldn't be bothered to even undress all the way before boning down. But even so, it's not super comfortable to have sex in these pants!!! Much less twice. He's hot and chafing, cut him some slack.
Once in the bedroom, he eases her down onto the bed before following suit, kissing her neck gently, in no hurry at all. ]
I'd tell you, buuut then you'd just turn it into a chance to make fun of my pants...
[ i mean, if he's hot and chafing then he has only his own fashion choices to blame.. alisaie is perfectly comfortable. even if she's... only in panties... but she's perfectly comfortable in her normal clothing, too!! ]
Mmhmm..
[ grinning, she hooks her thumbs into his way too tight pants once she's lying back, and gives a sharp tug to start wiggling them off of his hips. if they're going to naked cuddle in the afterglow, it might as well be comfortable. ]
Gods, they really do not want to come off, do they?
[ That earns her a remarkably flat look, his brows drawing into an unamused line. ]
You know, babe, you're kinda killing the moment, there...
[ She's taking his pants off, it should be sexy!! But with a beleaguered exhale, he closes his hands over her own to help her free him from his pants prison, shimmying free until he can push them down his thighs and calves and be truly liberated.
Ah, that feels so nice... ]
Muuuuch better... [ He purrs, before crawling up next to her on the bed and pressing right up against her back, skin to skin, arms winding around her as he buries his nose against her hair. Promptopus returns... ]
[ she's filled her sexy quota for the day, she can be an idiot now. his pants will always be a source of contention, there is no escape..
but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
[ She settles right against him and it's effortless to do the same in return, to snag the blankets and pull them over them before locking his arm securely around her and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. The sex is nice and all, but he loves this just as much, these tender, soft moments of just existing so close to another person, less two halves than one whole, woven together perfectly, intimately. It's a privilege he could never name, and even now it makes him giddy, his toes curling as his knees buck up to the back of her own. ]
I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
[ have you ever considered being a professional cuddler, prompto.. he could make real money on this tbh!! the promptopus is skilled in its work. alisaie is already feeling sleepy.. ]
Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
[ Considering they're making money right now by cuddling, he kind of already is a professional cuddler...though the embrace is working on him, too. His breathing begins to slow as his eyes flutter shut, his lips curving into a smile against the back of her neck. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
[ that... okay yeah, fair point. they're both professional cuddlers. and also prostitutes, with only one customer. ]
Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
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even if he distracts her all but immediately. her hand stills on him the moment his own hand slides into her panties, and she shudders, tensing, her hand at his back tightening, hooking fingernails into his flesh. ]
Prompto..
[ she murmurs low in her throat, her hips rocking forward against the friction of his palm. that sweet, nagging heat begins to twist in her belly, pulling tightly. gods, it feels good, but soon she is laughing softly against his skin, turning her hear to brush her mouth over his own so her words mingle with his breath. ]
I am. And it is all your fault.
[ she can feel it, how wet she is, by the slide of his fingers and how easily they slip into her, smooth and painless, like they were made to be there, to touch her like this. and they were, weren't they? alisaie does not believe in destiny like he does, but still when they are this close to one another it is difficult not to feel like it is right, in deep and strange ways she cannot give words to.
tugging his lip gently between her teeth, alisaie murmurs and rocks her hips slowly, her thumb gently circling the slick tip of his cock. ]
I need you within me.
[ she's already rising up onto her knees, balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder, it will take but a single smooth movement more. ]
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Please, please—
[ He pleads, his hips arching up off the couch, his cock brushing against her thigh. That friction alone is enough to create stars in his vision, a wave of heat swelling over his body.
It's not as though she needs any encouragement, but his hands (now they tremble) grip at her waist, holding to her, his anchor in the storm of pleasure that is about to engulf them both.
He won't take the privilege from her and pull her down onto him — not when this control is what she likes and seeks, and besides, it's what he likes, too. It's always good like this, when she has the reigns, when she is in control. So instead, he only butts his face against her own, brushing a rough kiss to her mouth. ]
Yes, please.
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but she is not without her limits. she's wet and as needy as he is, it doesn't matter that they're not entirely undressed - besides, there's something that feels delightfully filthy about pulling her panties aside so she can sink down onto his cock - slowly, at first, but then with one smooth roll of her hips she is comfortably seated in his lap again, his cock sliding into her body smoothly, easily, like he was molded to fit her.
a low, guttural groan rolls in her throat, and alisaie's arms close tightly around his shoulders, her head dipped to rest against his shoulder. ]
Gods -
[ she whispers, arching until her body so tight to his that there is no space left between them, her face pressed to the crook of his neck, breathing in the sharp, familiar scent of his skin. ]
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...But even if it's easier, that doesn't make it any less unreal, the pleasure and arousal, the starts that flood his vision. His fingernails hook into her back as she presses near to him, so near that there isn't even the idea of space left between them, biting his lip around a deep, primal groan as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Fuck...
[ He whimpers, before his hips roll into her own, encouraging more of that friction. As if she needs it. ]
Please...
[ If she likes him to beg, then, oh, he'll beg, before dragging hot, wet kisses along the sweep of her neck. ]
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with her hands on his shouders, alisaie pushes him back until he is leaning fully into the sofa and she is able to lean fully into him, seated perfectly in his lap, all of her weight rested against his chest and hips, gravity doing the work. ]
Do you want me?
[ she whispers, slipping the fingers of one hand into his hair, gripping a handful and tugging gently at the roots, not roughly enough to hurt him, but right at the edge of pleasure and pain. and all the while she rocks her hips, gliding onto his cock again, and again, building a slow rhythm that she can control. it's easy for how wet she is, the movement smooth, that deep, sweet feeling of his cock sinking into her tugging at the coiled heat in her belly. ]
Do you need me?
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He won't last long. Not when she plays him so expertly, so perfectly. ]
Yes, yes, I-I — I need you, gods, Ali, please —
[ He clings to her like a vine, arms wound taut around her back, fingers scrabbling over her skin, drinking the heat from her sweat, arching up, up off the sofa, his volume rising. ]
I-I'm right there —
[ He's so close. So close. ]
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she's close, as well, so close, her words breaths like soft, needy whines, her rhythm quicker, more erratic.
hooking her fingernails into his scalp, alisaie presses her brow to his, breathing against his lips, nipping them with her teeth. she would love nothing more than to continue this torment, to see just how far she can push him, but honestly, she's not sure that she would last. ]
Come for me.
[ she whispers at last - demands - tugging again at the roots of his hair, her free hand drawing short, sharp nails hard down his back. ]
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Alisaie —
[ Her name is a plea upon his lips, a cry, loud and needful and ardent, and he comes within her swiftly, hot and quick, sweet pleasure and relief pouring out of him and into her. His hips buck hard against her own, his vision going white, his breath gone from him in an instant. His fingernails catch in her perfect, damp skin as he soaks in those few euphoric moments of pure, uncomplicated bliss. ]
Gods...
[ He whimpers, nuzzling to her, eyes shut fast, his senses lost to the current that has overtaken him.
There's nothing like it in the world. ]
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tensing, alisaie slams down into his lap, tightening all around him as she comes hard, soundless but for a sharp inhale, her thighs tight as a vise around his hips, her fingernails sinking mercilessly into his scalp and skin. sweet white heat floods over her, irresistible and simple and easy, washing over her mind and her thoughts and her body until there is nothing but the high, and sweet, sweet pleasure.
at last she falls slack, remembering to breathe, all of her weight sagging forward against him, her knuckles aching when her grasp at last begins to loosen. the aftershocks are nearly sweeter than all the rest, rolling over her in waves, rocking her, softening the hard edges of the world until everything is warm and fuzzy. ]
Mmm...
[ she hums, dropping her head to drag slow, lazy kisses against the side of his throat, breathing in the sharp scent of his skin and sweat, her hips still rocking gently, slowly, clinging to him with all of her body. eventually she giggles, quiet and languid. ]
That was.. nice.
[ happy nameday ]
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Languidly, he turns his face against her neck, breathing her in through heavily panted breaths, one hand dragging slow and steady over her back, while the other lifts to sink into her hair, to cradle her head and keep her right where she is, pressed fully against him, hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin. ]
Nn...y-yeah. H-happy birthday, A-Ali...
[ The words are murmured against her skin, where he then drags a soft kiss, still catching his breath. ]
How 'bout that nap?
[ She tuckered him OUT. ]
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nevermind that she'd just had a nap before they got frisky!!
at last alisaie summons the energy enough to lift her heavy head, knocking her brow to his, smiling in that languid, just got fucked sort of way. ]
Are you going to carry me?
[ she's so sleepy... and its her birfday!! ]
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Not that he's complaining....not one bit. ]
Mm...sure. Just...in a minute.
[ He's still recovering, and enjoying this nice, gross cuddle, pepper breathless, staccato kisses to her lips. ]
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but she's also the birthday girl, and she did like all the work, okay!! he just sat there and got fucked like the big pillow queen he is. but alisaie is a benevolent dictator, she will allow him a little time to rest.. especially when he's giving her those cute, sweet kisses. ]
Take your time.
[ she says, with a teasing curl in her voice. it's fine, she can sit here all day in his lap, making his legs go numb. even if her hips are a little sore.. ]
Did I tire you so easily? I had thought you had more stamina.
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He huffs a laugh against her cheek, low and spent. ]
What, are you ready for another round already?
[ I mean, he wouldn't complain. Even if his legs are starting to fall asleep... ]
I was hiding in that cake for four hours, cut me some slack!
[ ..........he really was. ]
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she sits back only so she can give him a hard, withering look. ]
My schedule is pinned onto the corkboard. Why in the world did you wait for that long?
[ what a DING DONG.
also of course she's ready for another round. unlike silly boys, she doesn't have a refractory period. she's ready to smash all day. ]
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[ He had that giant cake planned and ready and it's not as though...it was easy to get in and out of, once he was in, he had to commit!!!
Unfortunately for Alisaie, she has to wait in line again before she can get back on the roller coaster, though she's not the only one up for a round two. Or three, or four. His complaints aside, he's hardly that tired — she did most of the hard work, after all, and once she starts touching his ding dong again he'll be ready and raring to go. ]
Alright, alright...if you're gonna twist my arm! Just lemme get my pants off before the next one...
[ With a low, breathless chuckle, he staggers up off the couch with her tucked in his arms and starts towards the bedroom. ]
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anyway, he scoops her up and she grins, because she's won, even if she used to hate being carried around.. but it's one thing to be swept up like a princess, and another to command that he carry her where she wants, heheh. ]
Why? What does it matter?
[ it was kinda sexy that his pants are still on heheh ]
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Once in the bedroom, he eases her down onto the bed before following suit, kissing her neck gently, in no hurry at all. ]
I'd tell you, buuut then you'd just turn it into a chance to make fun of my pants...
[ Even if she likes it!!! ]
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Mmhmm..
[ grinning, she hooks her thumbs into his way too tight pants once she's lying back, and gives a sharp tug to start wiggling them off of his hips. if they're going to naked cuddle in the afterglow, it might as well be comfortable. ]
Gods, they really do not want to come off, do they?
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You know, babe, you're kinda killing the moment, there...
[ She's taking his pants off, it should be sexy!! But with a beleaguered exhale, he closes his hands over her own to help her free him from his pants prison, shimmying free until he can push them down his thighs and calves and be truly liberated.
Ah, that feels so nice... ]
Muuuuch better... [ He purrs, before crawling up next to her on the bed and pressing right up against her back, skin to skin, arms winding around her as he buries his nose against her hair. Promptopus returns... ]
Happy birthday, Ali...
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but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
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I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
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Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
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Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
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Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
.. mayhaps we can order in.
[ let the food come to them.. after a nice nap. ]
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