[Her legs immediately move to help him go deeper, faster at the same time that her mouth responds to his. There's something that's pure instinct, something that's animal about this, her fingers in his hair as she move her mouth back to his, to his eyes, his cheekbones, her teeth against his earlobes and the skin of his neck.
Whatever sounds she's making now aren't whimpers anymore, they're thick and coming from her chest.]
[Ordinarily he'd say that she's the least animal of any of them, but he's not making imaginary comparisons now. He's not thinking much, and he'd hold on to this white noise in his head if he could.
He whimpers, at her teeth, hips bucking hard enough against her that his hand loses purchase on the sheets and he drops to his elbow, startled for the second it takes to laugh and kiss her. While he's there, perhaps he can take her hands and draw them upwards, force himself to eke this out at least a little, slowing to look down at her. The sweat between her breasts is sea-salt against his tongue.]
[She's laughing now, too, her eyes half-lidded, and she's clearly enjoying herself, her hips meeting his in a syncopated rhythm, one of her hands taking his to the space where their bodies meet, right against her clit.
She bites again, then, lightly and then a little harder. She can tell he likes it from his reactions, but she doesn't want to take it too far, either]
[It's just right, for this encounter. Not close to as much as he can take - she'd have no need to worry - but, for this, just a new edge of sensation already building to a peak. His thumb rolls against her clit, slick and firm, and he can't stay slow any longer.]
[He shakes his head at the instruction, propping his free arm under her shoulders in a demi-embrace. Not so much breathing heavily now as struggling to get air past the catch in his throat, he rocks up against her, with her, deeper, hitting new angles and rocking against her clit.]
[She writhes, then, trying to hold off an orgasm. It's building up, her skin flushing red, her legs tightening around him. She moves her mouth to his again, because she's embarrassed, a little, about how good he feels, she doesn't want him to look at her face just now, but even through the kiss the sound of voice cuts through.
She just can't stop whimpering against him, and soon she's trembling slightly with the orgasm she can't contain, flush against him, tightening around him]
[Sheer luck, not technique or anything else here has her tipping the edge first. He's a patient man, if it had been the other way round he's have enjoyed the process of catching her up to him. But there's no faulting the way she feels around him, or the view when he teases her by keeping the brush of his lips brief, pulling back to look at her before dotting her mouth with kisses again. It's a sight he doesn't want to miss.]
Saya.
[His voice is all appreciation, and just a touch of the wickedness she described as he continues.]
I mean, Saya Santoso.
[She'll get her own vantage point in a moment, because it's not long before the muscles in his jaw, down his neck to where her hands wrap his shoulders tense sharply, his pace stuttering just a second before he comes.]
[She smiles, blissed out a bit as she settles back into the bed. It takes her a long moment before she unhooks her ankles, before she releases him, although her hands are still on his face, on his skin. She doesn't want to lose contact with him, as if this is something more than a one-night stand.
Just because it's what it is doesn't mean that Saya will treat it that way.]
[It can't be more, that's the safety inherent in it, the reason he relaxes as he dips a shoulder into the mattress and rolls off her, tugging her close again in the same movement.
Without that safety, there's every chance Chase could get himself in trouble. Later he'll tell himself to make more careful choices.
But now he doesn't think about it, in case regret or longing creep in somewhere they don't belong.
He blinks at her, tugging at a strand of long ago conversation.]
[Lets not rule anything out. For a late starter, Chase doesn't need to regret the loss of his teenage years in terms of stamina. But when it comes to sleep, for once, warm, he's going to rest well.]
[Its a pleasant night, and deep sleep, and some time in the middle of the Saya's temperature rises, her breath eases slightly, she stills against Chase's side. She opens her eyes then, and closes them again.
She's not usually a cuddler but she's not moving. When the light finally filters in the room she keeps her eyes closed. Saya is a predator whose gift is patience. She can wait for him to wake first.]
[It's been a better, deeper sleep than he's managed for a while, but Chase still wakes too early, when the dawn's still struggling to offer more than pale outlines.
It might have been nice to wake and to forget himself a few more moments, but his mind can't have been silenced by sleep. He wakes and tilts his head down to look at her, curious. Faintly ashamed.
It occurs to him that sleeping with any other woman, cursed, would have felt too much like taking advantage, and there's guilt for letting a different morality apply to her.]
[She feels him move and her eyes slide open. They're that strange, pale color, that odd amber that her eyes lacked last night, the flatness of Saya's usual gaze.]
Robert.
[Her voice is very soft, almost human, but there's that tonality to it, that slight flatness that Saya has]
[He catches the corner of the sheet before its pulled off his hips, however little point there is to retaining modesty. Still not quite sharp, he blinks through the sleep in his eyes.]
I hope you remember, or the explanation's going to be a long one.
[Because he doubts she'd react any less cooly, even if she didn't.]
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Whatever sounds she's making now aren't whimpers anymore, they're thick and coming from her chest.]
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He whimpers, at her teeth, hips bucking hard enough against her that his hand loses purchase on the sheets and he drops to his elbow, startled for the second it takes to laugh and kiss her. While he's there, perhaps he can take her hands and draw them upwards, force himself to eke this out at least a little, slowing to look down at her. The sweat between her breasts is sea-salt against his tongue.]
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She bites again, then, lightly and then a little harder. She can tell he likes it from his reactions, but she doesn't want to take it too far, either]
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Roll with me.
[She's laughing again, softly, smiling against his skin, her arms around him. It's a surfing term, to get on the same board, on the same wave.]
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[He shakes his head at the instruction, propping his free arm under her shoulders in a demi-embrace. Not so much breathing heavily now as struggling to get air past the catch in his throat, he rocks up against her, with her, deeper, hitting new angles and rocking against her clit.]
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She just can't stop whimpering against him, and soon she's trembling slightly with the orgasm she can't contain, flush against him, tightening around him]
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Saya.
[His voice is all appreciation, and just a touch of the wickedness she described as he continues.]
I mean, Saya Santoso.
[She'll get her own vantage point in a moment, because it's not long before the muscles in his jaw, down his neck to where her hands wrap his shoulders tense sharply, his pace stuttering just a second before he comes.]
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Just because it's what it is doesn't mean that Saya will treat it that way.]
Mmmhmm.
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Without that safety, there's every chance Chase could get himself in trouble. Later he'll tell himself to make more careful choices.
But now he doesn't think about it, in case regret or longing creep in somewhere they don't belong.
He blinks at her, tugging at a strand of long ago conversation.]
Maybe we can share the bed.
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Well if you think I'm letting you move, you're wrong. You're warm.
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[It's an affable protest, he's comfortable keeping her right there, even if she will insist on breathing.]
Can't move, anyway. [He exaggerates a sigh.] No energy.
[Or, just enough for his hands to lazily wander.]
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[She puts one hand on his hip, and smiles against his neck]
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[Lets not rule anything out. For a late starter, Chase doesn't need to regret the loss of his teenage years in terms of stamina. But when it comes to sleep, for once, warm, he's going to rest well.]
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Five minutes, huh?
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Maybe seven.
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[She drapes one arm over his chest]
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Deal.
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She's not usually a cuddler but she's not moving. When the light finally filters in the room she keeps her eyes closed. Saya is a predator whose gift is patience. She can wait for him to wake first.]
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It might have been nice to wake and to forget himself a few more moments, but his mind can't have been silenced by sleep. He wakes and tilts his head down to look at her, curious. Faintly ashamed.
It occurs to him that sleeping with any other woman, cursed, would have felt too much like taking advantage, and there's guilt for letting a different morality apply to her.]
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Robert.
[Her voice is very soft, almost human, but there's that tonality to it, that slight flatness that Saya has]
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[Acknowledgement of the fact. He pushes sleep mussed hair back off his face before carefully disentangling himself from the heat of her body.]
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Good morning.
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I hope you remember, or the explanation's going to be a long one.
[Because he doubts she'd react any less cooly, even if she didn't.]
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What would you tell me if I didn't?
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