Afternoon Snack [cw]

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Pella Labeau

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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

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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

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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

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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'.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #19 on: April 11, 2020, 07:00:54 AM »

Some people rode their craft like a wave. Pella had heard them talk of it. But she had truly ridden waves. Body sea sleek and swift. Lifted high and the crushed down. Her craft had never tried to drown her.

Neither had Aramis, but still Pella thought she could drown in him like the sea. Be crushed without thought or remorse. Devoured, even. And it made gooseflesh spread across her body. Made her skin sing where he touched her. Or she touched him.

Following him downward by leaning forward. Pella stretched her hands across his bare chest and hovered over him. Almost, but not quite falling, like the forward swing of her hair. The dark tips brushed the backs of her hands while she curled her toes beneath the hem of her dress and tugged it from between their bodies so she could settle deeper in his lap, with just the rough fabric of his pants between them.

Centering herself, Pella cupped his hips with her knees, toes pointing to his calves. Letting go of his chest, she shifted her weight back again, settling into his lap as she stroked the side of his face. The warm flesh of his cheek and the prickling hair of his face. "As often as she can have him." Pella laughed, reaching up to twitch her dress from under his hand.

She wanted that feeling too. Warm hand to bare skin. She wanted it all over, which was why she tipped her hip back. Searching for the length of his spear beneath the press of her body while opening the front of her dress. It gaped, shoulders falling down around her elbows, opening to reveal the high, dark points of her breasts, and the flat expanse of her stomach. Navel like a shadow at its center.

Aramis Dupuis

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #20 on: April 14, 2020, 01:07:10 AM »
The shade of her was unique. Aramis was not often on his back, and never with women. Something Pella might find appealing, if he ever decided to tell her. He found the perspective wasn't displeasing, and marked it as another thing to return to. The brush of her hair over exposed skin, light as a ghost, narrowed his focus. The scrape of her nails. The flex of her rib cage. The pull of muscle to inhale and be that much closer.

Her dress lifted over her knees, and there was a flash of shadowed warmth that matched her weight in his lap, over his spear. The pull of his pants was an intriguing barrier, one he didn't vanish. Her hand across his cheek. Familiar in shape and texture, warm. He turned his nose to the inside of her wrist, pressed his lips there in the shadow of a kiss. Let her palm hide the corner of his mouth as he gazed up at her. Fabric parting, sleeves shrugged down her arms, and Aramis as witness, took her in with hungry deliberation. The sweep of her collar bones. The slope of her breasts. Her dark nipples tightening at the change in temperature. The prickles along their soft undersides. The space between them.

His hand was around her wrist before his eyes got past the smooth skin of her sides and the sweep to her stomach. "Ch," he chided. He set her hand aside, brushing the backs of his knuckles against the soft skin where pelvis joined hip. His thumb brushed across dark curls.

One eyebrow lifted, the rest of his expression stilled. "No small clothes, wife?" He let mild amusement soften him, tried to smooth the ripples of disquiet. "Was this your plan?" It would be better to pretend it was, even if he brought a lie out of her. He didn't want to throw his brother's name as a pall over them, aware of how tremulous their little bubble was. Aramis had kept himself as ignorant as possible of what Emile did with their wives, and if it was something he had asked of her - it sat uncomfortably. Darkened the hungry edge into something less pleasant.

He rose up toward her, as though pulled by a string. Opposite hand to the nape of her neck, thumb behind one ear. He pressed his forehead against her sternum, breathed deep the warmth of them, the scent of her. Tried to smooth the edges of himself back down.

Eyes tilted up to look at her from his new angle at her chest. Gaze unblinking, caught in deliberation, aware of the edge of his own teeth and their particular weight. He allowed himself to taste the skin there instead of pressing his teeth against her. Debated running his hands through her hair, or palming the opposite breast, thumbing lightly across the nipple. Instead he left them as they were, fingers at her nape brushing her hair, the thumb below stroking over curls, steady in its rhythm. He could wait.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #21 on: May 03, 2020, 06:15:43 AM »

He had secrets in his eyes, this husband of hers. Never an open book, even in love play. They darkened his warm brown eyes like shadows. Pella was torn between wanting to know, and clinging to ignorance. Aramis was wild. Wild and wicked in a way that did not rampage or flash.

It was something in the teeth behind his kiss. Lips pressed to her skin. Eyes on her body with a hunger that made her stomach coil. Hot anticipation warring with foreboding. His fingers circling her wrist made the muscles of her stomach flutter, the skin rippling with the movement.

Pella's lips parted. Wanting or fear? Could it not be both that tightened her nipples and drew her hips across his lap? A soft sigh dashed past them when he touched her, her freed hand curling near her knee. "Let's call it a hope." She breathed, rocking, faintly, into the pressure of his knuckles.

A flash of terror as he rose toward, Pella' languid gaze flared into something wider and more aware. But Aramis did not bite, or even pinch. He just grasped, cradling the back of her neck to keep her steady. Thumb a pleasing stroke between her legs that fanned her arousal higher than her fear. Crooning, she stroked his hair, smiling as he tipped his face toward her, framed by her breasts.

She kissed his forehead and rolled her hips after his thumb. Fingers more eager in his hair. Stroking rather than petting. Fingertips pressed into his back as she slid them along the muscles hidden there. "Ah, love." Her arms lifted her breasts as she curled her hands through his hair, knuckles skimming the back of his skull. Pella bent to kiss the crown of his head before arching to offer him more.

Breasts, pelvis, all the placed in between. Shuddering with a little gasp when his thumb slid over a fresh spot, a shock of pleasure rippling through her.


Aramis Dupuis

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #22 on: May 05, 2020, 10:27:48 PM »
Not quite the affirmation Aramis had wanted, but better to have it all the same. It was only them, and he could sooth away the edges inside by focusing on her instead. On the curve of her shoulders revealed by her dress, the fabric drooping further as she shifted. The play of her hair against her neck, the shadows of her eyelashes, the hollow of her throat.

Perhaps he would return to more than just memories, later. The idea felt heady, like relaxing into the Green. His Pella, caught and catching all at once.

The suspended fear in her was intriguing, heady in its own way. Not distracting, at least not to Aramis. Her shifting drew his attention back down, watching the small hairs rise across her skin. The drag of her fingers had him responding in kind, prickling lines that followed her nails across his scalp. Eyes closed at the touch of her lips to his brow, back and shoulders curling slightly at the passage of her fingers. The shirt fabric was a hindrance, so he vanished it.

The hand at her nape flexed, nails to skin for a heartbeat before the flat of his palm followed the curve of her back, supporting her arch. Lips tracking a ghost trail of kisses to the peak of one nipple where he held it between his teeth. Thumb pressing more firmly, he sought the dampness of her while he debated the ties of his pants. A flicker of Craft to loosen them, pressure slightly abating, and a breath of satisfaction let free in his chest. A hum with a hungry edge.

*If it pleases you,* he sent as he traced her nipple with his tongue. She could call it whatever she wanted. Aramis would call it a plot, and deal with it later.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Afternoon Snack [cw]
« Reply #23 on: May 09, 2020, 08:09:04 PM »

His skin was warm. Smooth in a way that wasn't soft. Too rich in texture to be compared to anything other than what it was. Bare flesh beneath her fingers. Skin catching at skin until the friction turned to silken gliding. Warmth turning to heat. Fingers flexing as his nails dug faintly into her neck, then relaxed.

A palm to guide the curve of her spine. Breasts like offerings on an altar. Pella sighed as he breath tickled the peak of her nipple, her fingers flexing hard along his shoulder blade as his brought his teeth to bare. A cry strangling her throat. Not of pain. He didn't bite, not really. Just reminded her that he had teeth, when Pella needed no reminding.

Clutching at him, she rode the teasing flat of his thumb. Hips chasing the tip of pleasure to be found on it. "It does." She promised him, voice low as she swallowed a moan. Pella cupped the back of his head, pressing him into her breast. She settled deeper into his lap as well, searching for something more to grind against.

Pressing into his thumb until his hand was caught between their bodies. Her own hand slithered between their bodies, tangling with the laces of his trousers before slipping between them and his skin. He was both softer and coarser here. Moaning, she tugged at his hair, wanting to taste the flavor or her skin on his tongue. To swallow it down while she wrapped her fingers around the base of his spear.

Aramis Dupuis

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #24 on: May 10, 2020, 12:25:09 AM »
Humming warmth rose higher and higher with each pass of her fingers, flowing out along his shoulders, up his neck, down his spine to his groin. Fingernails and knuckles, the resting weigh of her in his lap, the different texture of her nipple against his lips and tongue. Points of contact that split and narrowed his focus. Points of contact that let him relax further, sink deeper into his flush hunger. He wanted his wife. His wife wanted him.

And she would have him, he thought, even the edges and the shadows. It would be Aramis' game to see where she would flinch and where she would push forward.

Her sounds felt amplified, pressed so close. The expansion of her ribs fascinating against the palm at her back. So much skin, free for him to explore. He wanted to track the fluttering muscles of her chest with his mouth, ignoring her insistent fingers to lick and kiss below her breast. He resisted her for a beat, curious, hungry for her response.

But her fingers around his base were another consideration, and he weighed his desires, finding one wanting.

His mouth followed his eyes, from breast to collarbone, collarbone to throat before his lips met hers. His eyes stayed slitted open while he helped her ease his spear form his pants, breathing out through his nose at the release. Blood humming, he rolled his hips up toward her, teasing her with his nearness.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Afternoon Snack [cw]
« Reply #25 on: May 10, 2020, 07:49:14 AM »

It made her stomach flutter. A tickle that teased beneath the weight of her breast. Not a place often touched, much less kissed. But behind the tickle was warmth. The skin there was sensitive, flinching at the touch and then pressing in closer. Pella made a small sound, half sigh, half gasp, and curled a thumb over his ear.

His mouth finally came up. Working its way up her body as she worked her fingers around his spear. Flesh puckering where he kissed it, he left a trail of gooseflesh and wanting until she could finally lay her mouth over his. Rewarding him with a long, skillful stroke.

"You're a wicked man." She chided, mouth hungry over his as he teased her. Girth and length measured even though she knew him so intimately already. But she liked the way her palm molded over the tip of his spear. The way his testes sat heavy in her fingers. The taste of his tongue as she sucked it behind her teeth. Her arousal mounting until it was a living, dripping, writhing thing that rocked her body into his.

With a frustrated sigh, Pella shook her arms free of her sleeves and vanished the weight of fabric that ringed her waist. Her kissing grew more hurried. Mouth like a ravenous beast. Breasts thrust against his chest as she angled their bodies just right. Her toes digging into the grass as she tried to fill herself up on Aramis.

Aramis Dupuis

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Re: Afternoon Snack
« Reply #26 on: May 12, 2020, 01:42:54 AM »
Her touch was so novel, always. Aramis might remain distant form the network of their house, an orbiting presence, but Pella was the only one that saw this of him. The one best suited to show his toothy edges.

The drag of her fingers over the shaft of his spear, nails through course hair, the sensitive, twitching skin of his sack; it was almost a threat in itself, if not for the way she kissed. No guarded aggression behind her teeth, even with his tongue in her mouth.

Dress gone, Aramis' arms tightened around her, caught between caste instinct and heated ache. He knew they were tucked away, hidden, safe. He knew. But her bare skin to the air was vulnerability, and his hands flexed over her back and hip, knees drawing up to slide her closer. He bit her bottom lip as he drew back from their kiss, tugging in reprimand for her pushiness before nosing across her throat.

"And you're an impertinent wife," he said against her skin. Impertinent and impatient. It was tempting to tease her further, push farther, but he hadn't the patience. Following the slope of his thighs, boot soles to the ground, he rolled his hips up and pulled her down in one. His hands slid up beneath her hair to hold her still while he adjusted, pushing up in little involuntary rolls until he could reign himself in. Breathe. Stroke his hands down her sides in steadying sweeps to rest on her hips.
 

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