3 + 3 .......... /HEADDESK HOW IS THIS EVENdoc_holiJuly 15 2011, 17:39:21 UTC
((ooc: I can't believe I rolled this. If you want a different scenario, I can totes understand. XD What are the freaking odds. And let me know if you want me to post one, too. lol I don't mind. Also, I'm letting Six do whatever. GOSH I CAN'T EVEN- LULZ.))
[She walked in the dark room, carefully, quietly, slowly. Eventually, she stopped in front of him, slowly sitting on his lap.]
Hey.
[Her little smile stayed on her lips, while her hand wrapped around his tie, trying to pull him a little closer.]
......BWAHAHAHAHA! XD And Holiday should have her own area if you're not too busy. sixthdeadliestJuly 15 2011, 17:54:32 UTC
((OOC: And considering the callouses he probably has, his touch probably would be pretty rough even when being gentle. XD Multiple interpretations away! Also set in Nautilus, I guess?))
Six heard her approach before she'd even opened the door. He'd been meditating, allowing his mind to unwind, at the time.
He opened his eyes as he mutely obeyed the pull, hands instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep her in position. He pressed his slightly chapped lips against her smooth ones, trying to be gentle. No easy task since everything about her was so soft while everything about him was just the opposite. He liked her softness, the warm comfort it brought.
He pulled away after a moment. "I was meditating," he said, voice a content rumble.
Holi has her post up. And, sure, Nautilus, it's sex, whatever works XDdoc_holiJuly 15 2011, 22:28:14 UTC
She laughed softly to him, that little daring smile still playing on her lips. "Was, huh?"
Her hand moved methodically from his tie and up his chest, over his collarbone, until it traveled and finally rested behind his neck, scratching lightly. She slowly moved closer to him, placing a light kiss on the edge of his lips.
"So, that means you aren't busy," she quietly mumbled, lips slowly making light kisses across his jawline and on his neck at at the base of his ear.
XD Just hope Rex or Xavier doesn't walk in on Mom and Dad. *SHOT*sixthdeadliestJuly 15 2011, 22:55:41 UTC
"Was," he agreed. "But then something distracted me."
He shuddered at the attention she gave his jaw and neck. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Quite the opposite actually.
He reached up with one hand to run calloused fingers across her cheekbone. He tried to be gentle, but he could practically hear the scrape of his fingertips across her skin.
'Gently,' he silently reminded himself. 'Gently.'
One would think she was made of glass from the way he touched her. Or at least the way he tried to touch her.
He ran his fingers through her hair, cautiously working the strands out of the bun.
He made a sound reminiscent of the deep-throated purr of a large cat as she went to work on his ear.
He leaned his head forward to bury his nose in her scent. The arm still around her waist reflexively tightened and loosened his grip in waves. The fingers of his free hand combed through her hair.
His, his, all his. Against all odds, she was all his.
The grip around her waist tightened just a bit more than he wanted it to, and it took great force of will to relax his grip again, particularly when she was doing that to his ear.
She lightly inhaled as his arm tightened around her again, with more force than what she was used to from him... She liked it. He had never really done something like that, so... she couldn't help but wonder how far she would have to push him. Might as well find out.
She started kissing the area behind his ear with more passion, just seemingly out of the blue. Her other hand massaged the other side of his neck, sometime lightly brushing against his ear. Her hips however, pushed a little closer against him once, twice...
From the sounds he was making, she could tell he was enjoying it.
Six's breath hitched as her hips pushed against him and she continued her work on his ear. Not to mention that thing she was doing with his neck...
His muscles contracted and relaxed with each sensation. His heart was pounding and his blood was racing. As self-controlled as he was, he was still a man. A man who was getting all the signals from his lady that she wanted him. The sea of raging hormones was making it difficult to think straight.
His free hand wrapped around her back to clutch at her shoulder, fingers squeezing the flesh there on instinct. He buried his nose into her hair, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her shampoo and that lovely odor that was distinctly hers.
It took him a minute to relax his grip on her shoulder. He was going to hurt her. He needed to calm down...even if she was driving him insane with her attentions.
"Holiday..." he mumbled, breath blowing lightly against her neck.
His grip relaxing displeased her, but everything else, his breathing, his voice, her [i]name[/i], that was nice. It didn't seem like he was too terribly far from the edge, but he was also pretty stubborn in every sense of the word.
So, she stepped her efforts a little. Besides, he was getting all the attention, anyway. She needed [i]something[/i], too.
Slowly, very slowly, she pressed a little closer, chest to chest against him. Her hips were already pretty close. She was doing everything short than sitting on his belt buckle. But her hips still continued to move closer again and again, leaving hardly any room for anything else.
"I won't bite," she told him, voice full of passion and husky in her throat. Carefully, she started sucking on that spot she had been nibbling on, still lightly biting every now and then. Her other hand moved smoothly and slowly down to the base of his neck and collar.
"You don't," he stated, voice strained. However, it was no less husky than hers. Perhaps in some way, it was more so. "I do."
It was taking everything he had not to scoop her up and toss her down on the bed right there. Some primal part of him wanted to show her what they were both capable of.
It was hard to hear that chiding chant of "Gentle, gentle".
Her hand moved to his shirt, loosening the tie and undoing some buttons, so she could have proper access to that sculpted chest she loved so much.
Her lips broke away from his neck, to lightly play with his ear again.
"Do you... want me to stop?" It was basically rhetorically asked, breathing hard against his ear. It didn't really matter what his answer was, though. She was likely not to stop pushing him until he finally tumbled over.
Her fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt, the tips lightly brushing against the top of his stomach.
I have no idea why my tired brain thought the previous icon was appropriate.sixthdeadliestJuly 17 2011, 12:03:22 UTC
((OOC: To be honest, I barely remember writing that post. @.@))
He actually growled this time at her question. She wasn't going to stop here after pushing all his buttons the way she had.
What had he been trying to do again? Suddenly, he had no idea. The hormone rush was a wall between logical reasoning and that carnal instinct. And the side that was in the forefront of his mind was the latter one.
Without warning, he shoved her coat off and roughly slid her undershirt down one shoulder, exposing the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. He turned his head and proved to her that he really did bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but still hard.
His rough hands speedily went to work, scraping against her smooth skin. He pulled his head back just long enough to get her shirt off before returning his mouth's attention to her skin, teeth raking against her neck in a sort of echo of a predator.
You didn't have to stay up on so late XD It's all good.doc_holiJuly 17 2011, 20:36:41 UTC
((May not be on tonight, though. For obvious reasons.))
Wow, he wasn't kidding. Though, she'd be lying if she said that it didn't feel incredible, even if it hurt slightly. Once the shirt was off, she practically gave her neck to him, little moans escaping her throat at every rush. She loved it. He was always so in control of himself and everything around him. For once, he had finally lost control... She planned to keep it that way.
She pushed her hips against him again, harder that time, while her hand moved up his chest, to his neck, and back down again. Her other hand had finished getting rid of the tie and unbuttoning his shirt, so it could slip in and around to his ribs, counting them down with little scratches, hands ever getting lower.
She shuddered against his lips and teeth, only able to breathe hotly against his neck, a few deep sounds escaping her throat.
His answer to her earlier question was quite clear.
But I wanted to keep you company! D: And okay.sixthdeadliestJuly 17 2011, 21:46:59 UTC
His grip vacillated between hard and borderline rib-crushing. He took the opening she provided and continued nipping at her exposed neck.
One hand reached up and popped the clasp on her bra. She was going to need a new one when this was all over with, and he would probably feel a twinge of regret later for breaking something of hers, but right now he wanted the damn thing off. He wanted more of her smooth flesh, and the piece of clothing was blocking it.
He worried away at trying to get it the rest of the way off without making her stop her touches. He'd probably have to rip it further. And right now, he really didn't care if he did do so. The noises she was making almost seemed to encourage him to.
I know! And I do thank you for your efforts XDdoc_holiJuly 17 2011, 23:39:50 UTC
Oh, he was getting desperate. Now that felt good.
His grip was so tight, she was pressed against him in every space. She rocked her hips against him, driving further on, her breathing only picking up faster.
Though, to either piss him off or just get him riled further or both, her hands quickly slowed their descent. Fingertips of one hand grazed against his abs and chest, the other against the top of his belt buckle.
She was highly aware how far out of his right mind he was right now, but that didn't stop the ghost of a smile through her lips every time he bit down exceptionally hard. Now it was his move and she couldn't wait.
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[She walked in the dark room, carefully, quietly, slowly. Eventually, she stopped in front of him, slowly sitting on his lap.]
Hey.
[Her little smile stayed on her lips, while her hand wrapped around his tie, trying to pull him a little closer.]
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Six heard her approach before she'd even opened the door. He'd been meditating, allowing his mind to unwind, at the time.
He opened his eyes as he mutely obeyed the pull, hands instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep her in position. He pressed his slightly chapped lips against her smooth ones, trying to be gentle. No easy task since everything about her was so soft while everything about him was just the opposite. He liked her softness, the warm comfort it brought.
He pulled away after a moment. "I was meditating," he said, voice a content rumble.
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Her hand moved methodically from his tie and up his chest, over his collarbone, until it traveled and finally rested behind his neck, scratching lightly. She slowly moved closer to him, placing a light kiss on the edge of his lips.
"So, that means you aren't busy," she quietly mumbled, lips slowly making light kisses across his jawline and on his neck at at the base of his ear.
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He shuddered at the attention she gave his jaw and neck. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Quite the opposite actually.
He reached up with one hand to run calloused fingers across her cheekbone. He tried to be gentle, but he could practically hear the scrape of his fingertips across her skin.
'Gently,' he silently reminded himself. 'Gently.'
One would think she was made of glass from the way he touched her. Or at least the way he tried to touch her.
He ran his fingers through her hair, cautiously working the strands out of the bun.
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"I won't break," she whispered to his neck, biting and nipping her way around.
Gently, she took his earlobe between her lips, playing a little, while pushing herself closer against him.
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He leaned his head forward to bury his nose in her scent. The arm still around her waist reflexively tightened and loosened his grip in waves. The fingers of his free hand combed through her hair.
His, his, all his. Against all odds, she was all his.
The grip around her waist tightened just a bit more than he wanted it to, and it took great force of will to relax his grip again, particularly when she was doing that to his ear.
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She started kissing the area behind his ear with more passion, just seemingly out of the blue. Her other hand massaged the other side of his neck, sometime lightly brushing against his ear. Her hips however, pushed a little closer against him once, twice...
From the sounds he was making, she could tell he was enjoying it.
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His muscles contracted and relaxed with each sensation. His heart was pounding and his blood was racing. As self-controlled as he was, he was still a man. A man who was getting all the signals from his lady that she wanted him. The sea of raging hormones was making it difficult to think straight.
His free hand wrapped around her back to clutch at her shoulder, fingers squeezing the flesh there on instinct. He buried his nose into her hair, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her shampoo and that lovely odor that was distinctly hers.
It took him a minute to relax his grip on her shoulder. He was going to hurt her. He needed to calm down...even if she was driving him insane with her attentions.
"Holiday..." he mumbled, breath blowing lightly against her neck.
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So, she stepped her efforts a little. Besides, he was getting all the attention, anyway. She needed [i]something[/i], too.
Slowly, very slowly, she pressed a little closer, chest to chest against him. Her hips were already pretty close. She was doing everything short than sitting on his belt buckle. But her hips still continued to move closer again and again, leaving hardly any room for anything else.
"I won't bite," she told him, voice full of passion and husky in her throat. Carefully, she started sucking on that spot she had been nibbling on, still lightly biting every now and then. Her other hand moved smoothly and slowly down to the base of his neck and collar.
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It was taking everything he had not to scoop her up and toss her down on the bed right there. Some primal part of him wanted to show her what they were both capable of.
It was hard to hear that chiding chant of "Gentle, gentle".
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Her lips broke away from his neck, to lightly play with his ear again.
"Do you... want me to stop?" It was basically rhetorically asked, breathing hard against his ear. It didn't really matter what his answer was, though. She was likely not to stop pushing him until he finally tumbled over.
Her fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt, the tips lightly brushing against the top of his stomach.
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He actually growled this time at her question. She wasn't going to stop here after pushing all his buttons the way she had.
What had he been trying to do again? Suddenly, he had no idea. The hormone rush was a wall between logical reasoning and that carnal instinct. And the side that was in the forefront of his mind was the latter one.
Without warning, he shoved her coat off and roughly slid her undershirt down one shoulder, exposing the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. He turned his head and proved to her that he really did bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but still hard.
His rough hands speedily went to work, scraping against her smooth skin. He pulled his head back just long enough to get her shirt off before returning his mouth's attention to her skin, teeth raking against her neck in a sort of echo of a predator.
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Wow, he wasn't kidding. Though, she'd be lying if she said that it didn't feel incredible, even if it hurt slightly. Once the shirt was off, she practically gave her neck to him, little moans escaping her throat at every rush. She loved it. He was always so in control of himself and everything around him. For once, he had finally lost control... She planned to keep it that way.
She pushed her hips against him again, harder that time, while her hand moved up his chest, to his neck, and back down again. Her other hand had finished getting rid of the tie and unbuttoning his shirt, so it could slip in and around to his ribs, counting them down with little scratches, hands ever getting lower.
She shuddered against his lips and teeth, only able to breathe hotly against his neck, a few deep sounds escaping her throat.
His answer to her earlier question was quite clear.
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One hand reached up and popped the clasp on her bra. She was going to need a new one when this was all over with, and he would probably feel a twinge of regret later for breaking something of hers, but right now he wanted the damn thing off. He wanted more of her smooth flesh, and the piece of clothing was blocking it.
He worried away at trying to get it the rest of the way off without making her stop her touches. He'd probably have to rip it further. And right now, he really didn't care if he did do so. The noises she was making almost seemed to encourage him to.
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His grip was so tight, she was pressed against him in every space. She rocked her hips against him, driving further on, her breathing only picking up faster.
Though, to either piss him off or just get him riled further or both, her hands quickly slowed their descent. Fingertips of one hand grazed against his abs and chest, the other against the top of his belt buckle.
She was highly aware how far out of his right mind he was right now, but that didn't stop the ghost of a smile through her lips every time he bit down exceptionally hard. Now it was his move and she couldn't wait.
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