( you can't rush a woman, Morgan. even Kate. she needs a minute or two to get out of what she's currently wearing because she isn't going to need it when she gets there. and really, why waste the time when you have a cloak you can shuck off and you look great in nothing but your underwear?
so it takes a few minutes before he hears a knock on the door and she lets herself in, pulling down the hood of her cloak and shaking her hair loose, reaching for the clasp to let it drop to the floor when— )
There is absolutely no way to look cool while you're waiting in an inn room for an incredibly hot girl to show up. So I figured I'd at least wait in a stupid way that made me look good, instead of like a lost little puppy waiting eagerly for a treat.
[He straightens up, smiling, then reaches around her to click the lock shut on the door. And put himself very close to her, as an oh-so-innocent side benefit...]
( well, he does look good. there's no denying that. but he's ignorant of one very important fact she's willing to tease him with while her cloak drops to the floor. )
I like lost little puppies. They follow orders.
( though, she'll admit that people who have a little bit of fight in them are equally interesting for different reasons. but finding out just which one Morgan is will be today's task, as her hand presses against his chest, pushing up against him in a wordless instruction to head towards the bed. )
[Morgan yields only a little, letting her push against his solid weight while keeping himself close to her as they step towards the bed. That only lasts till his heel hits it, and he sits down on it from the momentum.]
[Which is fine, because now he can see what she's wearing, and the appreciative light in his eyes says it all.]
Don't worry... I know how to sit up, and speak, and beg. But don't think for a second I could play dead, seeing what I'm seeing.
( sex makes people almost fascinatingly simple minded. she'd bet money that someone has studied it, but she's never bothered to find out. besides, she's just as guilty of that phenomenon, as Morgan's eyes drink in her appearance and she grins, knife-sharp, at his appreciation.
good. this should be fun.
her knee settles into the mattress beside him and a moment later, she's pushed herself onto the bed, straddled his hips and drawn a finger slowly up across his chest until her palm rests above his shoulder. hips roll, pressing down against his cock, grinding there for a moment before she finally deigns to answer him. )
[That earns a noise somewhere between pleasure and a growl, hands sliding up her back to caress the skin left bare by her lingerie. No subtlety at all in what she's sitting on, to the point where keeping it contained in clothing is just this side of painful. Not gonna lie, he's been pretty pent-up -- he'd gone from almost too much to nothing at all pretty dramatically. The touch of skin against skin, the weight of a girl straddling him, they're intense after that absence.]
( ah. that's electric, that little spot at the base of her spine making goosebumps blossom all over her skin, and her teeth bite down on her lower lip. )
Mm... Promises, promises.
( but good. give her a while to get out of her head. time simply to play, to forget about the what ifs and the maybes, the sight of her brother's clothes in her familiar's hands.
the hand not propping her up presses lightly against his skin, nails grazing against flesh and drawing a slow path down his chest and to his stomach, down further still until her hips raise and she grabs his cock with a firm squeeze.
[There is, in fact, a very specific noise a guy makes when his rock-hard cock gets squeezed through his pants, a tense sort of humming groan. Morgan, of course, makes that now.]
[But he isn't entirely in her power, especially not when he's discovered a sensitive spot. He has a specialty that hasn't come up much, being as it served as a focus for the Life magick that he doesn't have here -- but right now, skill in acupressure is priceless. His fingers explore her, her skin denting gently beneath his touch as he seeks out the places and the motions that fill her with delight and hunger both.]
( those little touches get their own rewards in soft hitches of breath, the fluttering of eyelashes as his fingertips skim over her skin, finding the raise of old scars and she arches in towards him in answer. )
Ah...
( cheeky.
her fingers respond with their own touches, trailing lightly across the covered head of his cock, skimming ever so closely to the edge of his underwear, lingering there as though she's deciding whether or not to free him from the confines of the fabric. a touch of her nail against the edge of his belly just before she pulls her hand away. her body brushes against his as she dips down and draws a finger along his jaw, lips finding the space between his jawbone and neck, pressing soft kisses across the exposed curve of his throat. )
[This is softer, and sweeter, than he expected Kate to be. He thought she'd be aggressive and in-control from the start. But then again, she's teasing her mercilessly too -- so that must be how she expresses control.]
[Something about the first moments of learning about a lover is just bliss. Seeing a whole new side of her, opening one more door into her mind and body and soul.]
[Also it feels really good. He rewards her soft kisses with a moan, head straining back to expose more of his throat to her, but his hands never fall idle. They continue to explore, slipping between lingerie and body just a little to tantalize her in turn.]
( she can be rougher if he likes, but there's a time and a place for it. certain moods which accommodate those kinds of things more easily. conversely, there are moods like tonight where all she really wants is to indulge. like ordering that really good coffee and letting the flavour spread across your tongue before you finally swallow.
a small sip can taste just as good as throwing everything back, sometimes.
and sometimes, it's best to mix the two. her teeth graze against his neck, briefly pinch and nip a small patch before she soothes her tongue across it. this and that. give and take.
spending just enough time ghosting over him like a breeze that when she rolls her hips against his cock again, the movement presses firm and like lighting, strikes her nerves with a delighted shudder. )
Do you want more?
( rhetorical, teasing, each word rolling deliberately off her tongue as she lifts her head, looking up at him with her lips quirked upwards and dark eyes gleaming with warm amusement and want. )
[Begging is not one of Morgan's strengths, but he does his very best to be versatile, to give his partner what she wants, and also absolutely no part of him is capable of mustering any sort of resistance right now. She wants to be in charge, wants to be in control, and though he'd love nothing more than to put his mouth and hands into making her scream, this is intoxicatingly delicious.]
Yes. Please.
[But maybe she'll let him get away with something. His fingers slip beneath the straps of her lingerie, looking to tease it free from her. She looks gorgeous in it, absolutely irresistible, but if he can't see her body, he'd like to feel it...]
( oh, he can do that too, but it'll be on her own terms. that's how this works. being in charge has always been the better look for her, and he has the sense to recognise that.
it's appreciated, and he's rewarded with no resistance in tugging off the lingerie, Kate shifting just enough to kick her underwear into the irrelevant ether, hand wrapping a firm grip around Morgan's cock as she kneels at his side, working a slow rhythm against him before her other hand finds one of his wrists and drags his fingers along the inside of her thigh, the implications (likely) obvious as to what she wants from him, for now, but just in case it isn't... )
[Proving that he isn't quite as stupid as he acts, Morgan suppresses a whole bunch of replies that were absolutely hilarious, but not in the least bit sexy. Of course, it helps that he's holding back a moan as his hips move, every bit as responsive to her touch as she could like.]
[But Morgan is nothing if not good with his hands, experienced in acupressure and... other things that are extremely relevant to her desires. His fingers caress over her skin, appreciating the smooth, firm muscles beneath that her love of athletics has built up, before trailing over the curve of her thigh. But he isn't going straight for the goal, so to speak; he teases, drifting his touch around, brushing over her gently as he crosses from one side to the other, seeing what gets her going.]
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Date: 2021-04-10 01:34 pm (UTC)so it takes a few minutes before he hears a knock on the door and she lets herself in, pulling down the hood of her cloak and shaking her hair loose, reaching for the clasp to let it drop to the floor when— )
What are you doing?
( is he... posing? )
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Date: 2021-04-12 02:00 pm (UTC)[He straightens up, smiling, then reaches around her to click the lock shut on the door. And put himself very close to her, as an oh-so-innocent side benefit...]
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Date: 2021-04-21 07:24 pm (UTC)I like lost little puppies. They follow orders.
( though, she'll admit that people who have a little bit of fight in them are equally interesting for different reasons. but finding out just which one Morgan is will be today's task, as her hand presses against his chest, pushing up against him in a wordless instruction to head towards the bed. )
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Date: 2021-04-23 05:41 pm (UTC)[Which is fine, because now he can see what she's wearing, and the appreciative light in his eyes says it all.]
Don't worry... I know how to sit up, and speak, and beg. But don't think for a second I could play dead, seeing what I'm seeing.
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Date: 2021-04-27 04:51 pm (UTC)good. this should be fun.
her knee settles into the mattress beside him and a moment later, she's pushed herself onto the bed, straddled his hips and drawn a finger slowly up across his chest until her palm rests above his shoulder. hips roll, pressing down against his cock, grinding there for a moment before she finally deigns to answer him. )
That comes later.
( after she's done with him. )
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Date: 2021-05-04 03:57 pm (UTC)Stamina is my strong point, y'know.
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Date: 2021-05-05 09:19 pm (UTC)Mm... Promises, promises.
( but good. give her a while to get out of her head. time simply to play, to forget about the what ifs and the maybes, the sight of her brother's clothes in her familiar's hands.
the hand not propping her up presses lightly against his skin, nails grazing against flesh and drawing a slow path down his chest and to his stomach, down further still until her hips raise and she grabs his cock with a firm squeeze.
it has been a while, but damn, guys are fun. )
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Date: 2021-05-17 10:15 pm (UTC)[But he isn't entirely in her power, especially not when he's discovered a sensitive spot. He has a specialty that hasn't come up much, being as it served as a focus for the Life magick that he doesn't have here -- but right now, skill in acupressure is priceless. His fingers explore her, her skin denting gently beneath his touch as he seeks out the places and the motions that fill her with delight and hunger both.]
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Date: 2021-05-21 09:06 pm (UTC)Ah...
( cheeky.
her fingers respond with their own touches, trailing lightly across the covered head of his cock, skimming ever so closely to the edge of his underwear, lingering there as though she's deciding whether or not to free him from the confines of the fabric. a touch of her nail against the edge of his belly just before she pulls her hand away. her body brushes against his as she dips down and draws a finger along his jaw, lips finding the space between his jawbone and neck, pressing soft kisses across the exposed curve of his throat. )
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Date: 2021-05-27 02:27 am (UTC)[Something about the first moments of learning about a lover is just bliss. Seeing a whole new side of her, opening one more door into her mind and body and soul.]
[Also it feels really good. He rewards her soft kisses with a moan, head straining back to expose more of his throat to her, but his hands never fall idle. They continue to explore, slipping between lingerie and body just a little to tantalize her in turn.]
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Date: 2021-06-03 09:41 pm (UTC)a small sip can taste just as good as throwing everything back, sometimes.
and sometimes, it's best to mix the two. her teeth graze against his neck, briefly pinch and nip a small patch before she soothes her tongue across it. this and that. give and take.
spending just enough time ghosting over him like a breeze that when she rolls her hips against his cock again, the movement presses firm and like lighting, strikes her nerves with a delighted shudder. )
Do you want more?
( rhetorical, teasing, each word rolling deliberately off her tongue as she lifts her head, looking up at him with her lips quirked upwards and dark eyes gleaming with warm amusement and want. )
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Date: 2021-06-17 03:25 am (UTC)Yes. Please.
[But maybe she'll let him get away with something. His fingers slip beneath the straps of her lingerie, looking to tease it free from her. She looks gorgeous in it, absolutely irresistible, but if he can't see her body, he'd like to feel it...]
dw why are you rude
Date: 2021-06-22 08:05 pm (UTC)it's appreciated, and he's rewarded with no resistance in tugging off the lingerie, Kate shifting just enough to kick her underwear into the irrelevant ether, hand wrapping a firm grip around Morgan's cock as she kneels at his side, working a slow rhythm against him before her other hand finds one of his wrists and drags his fingers along the inside of her thigh, the implications (likely) obvious as to what she wants from him, for now, but just in case it isn't... )
Show me what you can do, then.
finaalllly I'm so sorry
Date: 2021-08-22 12:40 am (UTC)[But Morgan is nothing if not good with his hands, experienced in acupressure and... other things that are extremely relevant to her desires. His fingers caress over her skin, appreciating the smooth, firm muscles beneath that her love of athletics has built up, before trailing over the curve of her thigh. But he isn't going straight for the goal, so to speak; he teases, drifting his touch around, brushing over her gently as he crosses from one side to the other, seeing what gets her going.]