Afternoon Snack

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Pella Labeau

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Priestess
  • Played By: dergon

    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    23 Posts    999 marks
Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #15 on: February 23, 2020, 08:40:29 AM »

How much of her did he see? Her every intention? Her every motive? Did he know the way her fear coiled longing and her longing stretched out into fear? Was there no surprises left for him? Maybe it did not matter. Pella did not know. She was not a hunter the way Aramis was a hunter. Or even Emile. She did not stalk. Did not see prey in people.

Pawns, mayhap. But not people.

He did not retreat. Hand sliding over her hip in a touch that teased and taunted. Felt more in the way her dress fabric shifted against her skin. It traveled. From her hip to the curve of her waist. Counted her rips as it rose and shifted between them to trace the hard edge of her collarbones. Over her fleet footed pulse and around, beneath her hair.

The weight of it pressing him closer. Silken fall swaying as he drew nails across her skin and allowed her to taste him. The dryness of his lips, and the pungent flavor of his mouth. The corner of his not-quite grin as hw drew away. High boned cheek to cutting cheek bone. His eye like a beast watching her. But he only teased. In that way that made her spine tingle.

"Just a wife's selfishness." She crooned, fingers stroking his chest. Mouth opening beneath his, fingers finding the gaps to allow her beneath the fabric to the skin beneath. "It is a small but greedy one." The words were traced the words against his cheek. Sliding closer. Slipping a knee over his thigh and her arm around his neck. So she could lean in. Test her body against his the way she had tested his flavor.

"Aramis." His name was a prayer. Or a song. Whispering him closer as she sucked the stubble rough skin of his throat into her mouth. Chase me. Take me.

Aramis Dupuis

    Summer-sky to Green
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    16 Posts    621 marks
Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #16 on: February 26, 2020, 12:48:45 AM »
"Oh?" Teeth, then, just an edge, just the firmness of them. Like a threat, but not quite. Not when he didn't have to be. Not when there were better uses for teeth and tongue and mouth. "Just?" Silly Pella, to think herself just. Nothing of his was just. He liked this heat of theirs, this closeness. Something easy, like the press of his lips against her cheek. He indulged, and did it twice.

The trace of her fingers through fabric, under fabric, on skin. Heat that followed, spooling, warm. Heat to drown the hungry thing and wake a different ache. Heat that ran from each touch, down, coiling in, tighter, tighter. An answering tightness in his groin, the stretch of his pants. Slow, but present. Never quite able to break ahead of thought, never quite unattached from watching her. Her knee slid across his lap, her arm around his neck. The headiness of her weight driving his jaw to flex. Close, almost enough. Surrounded in the scent of her, flush and warm. Almost, almost.

"Mm," her mouth on his throat, warm and moist. Her touch, leading, his attention pinned to it. Here, now, her. This game, theirs.

Mine, mine, mine.

One hand at her hip, thumb stroking, fingers spread wide; the other drew from nape to chin, guiding up, leveling them. That thumb dared to brush her bottom lip, to draw, slightly, and trace from one corner to the other. Silly wife. "Pella," he murmured, edged with the idea of teeth. Not a reprimand, almost a reminder. Present. Rougher. This game, her. His. "What does my wife want?"

Pella Labeau

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Priestess
  • Played By: dergon

    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    23 Posts    999 marks
Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #17 on: March 22, 2020, 08:34:30 AM »

Danger, danger, danger, Pella's heart fluttered. More, more, more, her body quivered in answer. Stomach a hot stone dropped into water. Loosing steam through her body that heated her blood and made her skin feverish to the touch. Skin she pressed to his skin. Fingers slipping through his shirt.

Skin to shirt to shirt to skin. It was maddening.

But his lap was so welcoming. Whatever beast lived in him, and not the creature of his second skin, but that other thing that set him apart, it did not mind. Pressing into the hand at her hip, Pella straddled her weight across his lap. Knees to his thighs, untroubled by the spongy grass and bead like stones they crushed beneath them.

What care did she have for those when his hand drew their faces even. Circling her neck to tip her chin upward. Thumb tracing her lip and chasing shivers down her spine. Slowly, she opened the front of his shirt. Eyes searching his face. Did he notice? Did he care?

"What she always wants. Her husband." Him. Aramis. The husband she had chosen, not the one who had stolen her from the sea and her people. Hips rolling forward, Pella spread a hand across his chest, and curled another over his ribs. Thumb catch between her teeth. And then her lips as she sucked it gently into her mouth. Eyes never wavering.

Sometimes it was like looking into the Darkness. But Pella never knew what she would see looking back out at her.

Aramis Dupuis

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Prince
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    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    16 Posts    621 marks
Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #18 on: March 29, 2020, 05:45:50 PM »
The heat reached a steady simmer, a thrum of intrigue and desire that followed his pulse. Gaze locked on her own, Aramis tracked the little movements of her pupils, the muscles around her eyes. He couldn't quite silence it, but he could come back, later, to the memories of her satisfying weight in his lap and turn each over in his mind.

For now, the present. Her roaming fingers, not quite asking, but hesitating a fraction all the same. A subtle change in temperature at their final decision, fabric parting. A flush of warmth, a prickling in his sternum. His wife. There was something of his hungry shadow that craved it, too, her attention. Maybe more partner to his caste, something not to be fed too frequently either way. But, tempered, he could let himself take it. Allow it to be given.

The heat in him rose at her affirmation. The security of her in his lap pleased. The press of her teeth to his skin had his eyelids drooping in a languorous blink. Surprise and curiosity flickered. A back-of-his-molars feeling, like when his own prey was within his grasp. Diminished slightly when she took his thumb further, tension in his belly drawing tighter instead. The less dangerous of the two. But the desire to bite was still there. To consume, if not wholly. Later, maybe.

"Mm," he breathed. Hand on her hip, steady, he leaned back, legs straightening out beneath her has he did so. Careful only to jostle her toward his spear, rather than away. The movement extracted his thumb from her mouth with a little pop, and he brought the digit to his own lips to flick his tongue out and taste the moisture there. Spread below her, curls fanning into the grass beyond the blanket, he found he wasn't displeased by the image of her astride him. Something else for later.

"And how would she like him?" He rumbled. His free hand found her leg, the curve of her thigh through her dress. Breathing momentarily not filled with the scent of her to hush things best kept from the 'bedroom'.
 

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