[ if he didn't have a big bed already, he has one now. thankfully the rooms respond to the thoughts and mood of the person who owns them. as of now, his bed safely and comfortably fits one six-foot-something cowboy and one seven foot tall tiefling. it takes up a wide breadth of the room aside from a pair of wooden chairs and a table, curtains over the windows, light filtering in from a starry night sky and the sound of rustling trees, breeze through grass.
it's a room for two, now. if she wants to change it, it will respond to her.
they aren't inside of it yet. right now, arousal runs electric up boothill's spine as he's flattened to the wall. karlach's body presses flush against his, dragging him upward. she claims his hand and his jaw, and he can't help grinning devilishly back at her, watching the shining amber of her eyes on him. even without her engine, her gaze still burns hot.
his first thought is I ain't gonna make it before he murmurs a number and fishes out his key from his jacket pocket with his free hand. he doesn't press it into hers—he closes it in his fist and holds it away, smiling wider. ]
You want it? [ he cranes his head forward again, brushing their noses. ] You gotta take it from me.
he holds the key away, and she grins at him, tail flicking back and forth behind her. her grip tightens on his jaw briefly as she puts a little more of her weight against him, pressing him harder against the wall, and then she's leaning in to steal a kiss. there's no finesse here in the least - she's dirty with it immediately, biting his bottom lip and coaxing his mouth open. he can probably hear her thought process absently, all the little tricks she wants to do to get those keys out of his hand, but she doesn't settle on anything because she's so distracted by the way his mouth feels against hers.
and after a moment, she pulls back, head tilting to the side as she looks at the keys he's keeping away from her.
her tail swishes like an animal ready to pounce. and then she hoists him away from the wall and up and over her shoulder instead, heading down the hallway.]
Bold of you to think you've got leverage! [she teases. manhandles him to his own damn room,]
[ even if boothill can hear those thoughts, it's impossible to grasp them between her hungry, demanding kisses. his eyes fall closed and his mouth comes open for her the moment she pries it open with her teeth. their tongues slide, and all he can focus on is the wet warmth of her mouth and the points of her teeth, everything he'd missed. by the time they somehow pull apart, the hand holding the key away has lowered somewhat through their haze of kisses.
Her tail is goin' wild. What's she—
oh up he go. WOW! he barks out a laugh and reaches down as far as he can. ]
Why you lil forkin'— [ SPANKS HER ] I ain't a sack of flour!
she actually startles when he does this, not in a bad way but in the way that she was not expecting it in the least. and then she laughs, her tail whipping up to smack his hand. just like a swat, playful.]
Hey! You're right, sacks of flour don't misbehave, you little shit.
[she's giggling though, and - once she gets to his door, she unceremoniously rattles him for his keys. cough 'em up!!]
You give me your keys and you get to see me naked, soldier, how about that?
[his first little thought has her heart twisting in her chest - something soft and warm and sweet. something human, which is remarkable every time she thinks about it.]
Imagine I kiss you stupid and then steal your room.
[she says, grinning. that is absolutely not on the table because she takes his key, unlocks the door, and kicks it shut behind them. finally letting him down, karlach looks around the room, even as she's reaching to touch him again. wherever she can really, she's not fussy, just clingy.]
... I like the stars. [there's not much she'd change about this room at all - except for maybe making the bed as comfortable as she wants.]
[ the only reason i didn't give more detail is because i'm lazy and want them in bed... he doesn't need much anyway, and since he doesn't need sleep and patrols the area, this room hasn't gotten much use until recently.
as soon as she says it, those stars multiply, running through the sky in a river of purples and blues. ]
Yeah, well. Ain't much else in here. Turns out a tavern ain't the best look for a bedroom, and I've got someone I'm tryin' to impress.
[ but he's tossing his hat and reaching for her again as he says this, his mouth running on errant thoughts while his mind is obviously elsewhere.
he steps them towards the bed, drags her with him by her waist, and kisses her neck as he undoes the many buckles on her clothes. how does this outfit work. we will just assume he's good with his hands. ]
You're hotter than anythin' in this outfit, but I've been dyin' to get you out of it again. And that suit you wore too, and that green dress... You got everyone wrapped around your little finger.
he tosses his hat, and she turns to him fully, going easily, tilting her head to the side to let him get at her neck. she imagines that she is going to have to wear high collars for her entire stay in the graveyard, and can't exactly find it in her to care at the moment? right now all she wants is that. also we're just going to assume this outfit makes sense at all and isn't an absolute nightmare of belts and rings - she has a lot of experience with getting in and out of the damn thing, so if he gets stuck, she helps, unhooking things and letting them clatter to the floor without a second thought.]
You haven't got to impress me. [she tells him, warmly, reaching to tug all of his clothes away too.] I like you with or without the bells and whistles.
[as for the rest, she kicks off her boots, nearly throwing them to the side.]
... Thought of you, when I had the suit on. [she can't help herself here - she's got the stupid strappy outfit off and out of the way, left in her pretty practical underwear, but instead of getting that off of her she just knocks him back to get him to lay on the bed, following him down.]
Actually, I thought of you a lot when I had the suit off.
[ the velvet warmth in her voice reaches in for his human heart. he can't help being caught off-guard, his grin softening to a smile even as she strips him. the jacket, the bandoliers, the holster, his pants, his boots—all of it easily discarded and left behind in a pile on the floor. with him in different clothes, he's left only in a pair of black boxers when he's pushed back-first onto the bed.
as soon as she's within reach, his hands go to her hips and slide down to her thighs, gently curling his fingertips against tight spreads of muscle. the shape of his arousal pushes against the front of his boxers. ]
Did ya' now?
[ he slides his hands to her backside, kneading flesh. his eyes are half-lidded, enamored as he holds her gaze. ]
You've gotta tell me more than that. What did you imagine me doin', exactly?
[she eases herself over him, knee between his thighs, bracing herself up with one hand. her eyes go a touchy hazy when he touches her, and she lets out a low hum of approval as he kneads, as his fingers graze her skin. not overheated, thankfully, those days are done. she's actually delighted by the fact that she can touch and kiss him without feeling like she's going to seize up and meltdown. there's a quiet little thought of first time being touched like this without my engine in ages and then - that's followed by glad it's you, I'm glad it's you.]
Didn't have nearly enough memory to work off of. [she sighs, gently rocking up against him, thigh pressing against that arousal, just testing. teasing, a little.] So I had to use my imagination a bit. I'm not so bad at that.
[she leans closer, running her hand down his side. re-familiarizing herself with the way he feels under her fingertips. one short week, one day, really, was not enough for her.]
But I do have a pretty solid memory of your tongue inside me, so that did some work. [huffy noise.] My own fingers are not enough, by the way.
[ it's so different. her chest doesn't work heat through his parts, searing the plates of his iron skin. her fingers run comfortably, sweetly warm over his side and that damp heat between her legs is irresistible. pleasure jolts through him as soon as her thigh presses against him; to retaliate somehow, he lifts his own thigh, bending his leg at the knee to push against her.
at the mention of it, his tongue stings and waters as he remembers how she tastes. he wouldn't allow himself to forget.
he cranes up on his elbow as she leans down. he takes another deep, hungry kiss, his free hand gathering her hair over one of her shoulders. ]
You don't gotta work them no more. Use my mouth or my hands or anythin' all you want. I wouldn't mind a minute of it.
[ I'll do anything. he won't ignore his own desires, but all he wants is the proximity, to care for her, to make up for lost times and fading memories.
[another shivery sigh escapes her when he presses his leg up - almost instinctively she rocks down into it, a faint movement. it's enough to take the building desperate desire to touch him down a notch, at least, gives her the time to meet him in that hungry kiss. when she breaks away, her expression is about as hungry to match.]
You can take whatever you want from me, too. It's yours. [she murmurs, tail swishing behind her. for a moment, she wishes she had her engine if only to give him an idea of how much that's true, the blue-flame glow washing the room out. but she doesn't, it's just her. and that feels better, anyway.
his fingers find the clasp of her bra, and karlach sighs, resting her forehead against his, mindful of the horns as always.]
Good place to start, yeah. [she says with a smile. she'll let him take it off, but she is going to be distracting, leaving her own kisses up the side of his neck, free hand wandering along his chest. she's not entirely sure how much sensation he's got anywhere, but she intends to find out where it's centered the most.]
[ if she searches, she'll remember that his neck and his ears are most sensitive, along with each crevice between the plating of his armor: the cross shape on his chest, the grooves in his sides, the silicone webbing that holds him together. not for the first time, he wishes he had more for her—a better place for her to sink her teeth into, a place where it would show. he can at least give her everything else. ]
Just to start.
[ bra unclasped, boothill slides it from her shoulders and drops it over the side of the bed. for a moment he just looks, taking her in as he runs a hand down over her shoulder and over her side. still karlach, still beautiful; the light in her chest is gone, but to him, she still glows. he slowly smiles. ]
Come down here, you. [ then he hooks his arms around her, pulls her in and over him, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her chest. he slows as he reaches the center of it, pressing his nose to the soft, pliant weight of her breasts. he presses another kiss where his lips can reach. ]
This here's heaven.
[ disgusting. then, for good measure, he softly bites down on her flesh. ]
[maybe she can't leave physical marks, but that's alright. he can leave them on her, and she'll wear them for the both of them, until she can find some way. it's enough for her, honestly - as long as he can feel her touching him, it's worth it.
her hand drags along those sensitive parts, along the grooves and the shell of his ear, eyes warm. but she does have to pause to help him get her bra out of the way. there's a sigh of relief once it is - she laughs when it drops off the side of the bed, like good riddance - and maybe preens when he looks her over. nothing over the top, just a lazy stretch, arching her back so he can touch whatever he's like, so he gets a clear view. her engine isn't there anymore, and neither are the vents and ports, just scarred, warm, red skin.
a shiver runs down her spine when he tugs her down, and she goes easily, watching him. when he bites - it isn't rough or anything, but she startles slightly, and then laughs.]
Easy to please. [she teases him, her fingers coming back up to trace along his jaw.] Leave marks, will you?
[so she can see them later and remember. her hips shift against his again, and she sighs, eyes lidding.]
[ her hips shift again and his leg raises to meet it, the damp warmth between her legs pressed up against his thigh. his arousal pulses against the weight of her leg, the tip of it wet against the cloth of his boxers. she's achingly hot, bolstered by that irresistible confidence. he couldn't have waited a second later to pull her down against him.
his mouth still on her chest, the brush of her fingers leaves little trails of sensation under his skin. his eyes come open, head tilting to catch glimpse of her face. he brushes his lips over her skin as he lifts his head just high enough to speak: ]
Dangerous thing to say when I've been starvin' all this time. [ another kiss on her skin. if she lets him, he'll roll her into her back, his weight settling on his knees. ] I'd leave 'em on you everywhere if I could.
[ he bites down harder this time, enough to leave a circle of sharp teethmarks. as he greedily sucks a bruise into her skin, his fingers trail down the length of her torso and slip beneath the hand of that final piece of cloth. he slides his center finger down to the wet warmth between her legs and then up against her raised clit. he teases her in slow circles and half-hearted flicks, gauging her reactions, taking whatever she'll give for himself. ]
[she is more than happy enough to let him roll them - she settles on her back, wriggling a bit like a brat that's trying to tempt him into pinning her. being bit makes her gasp, but there's absolutely no resistance to it. in fact, as he sucks, she arches into it, her hand coming up to tangle into his hair, keeping him where he is for just a moment. that's exactly what she wants.
it's already driving her crazy to feel him pressed against her, and the thought that she wants to get her hand or her mouth around him filters through her thoughts briefly - before dissolving into much more explicit flickers of thoughts of taking exactly what she wants.
those thoughts fade to the background when his hand starts to drag down, though. and when he finally presses his fingers between her legs she lets out a soft, breathless fuck at the open air. it's a teasing touch and she knows it, but it doesn't really matter. she's already wet, already needy, and her hips lift, arching up into the pads of his fingers, eyes entirely on him.]
Little bit of danger never hurt anybody. [she hums, gaze hot, heavy.] Come here, let me - let me touch you too.
[reaching for him, squirming - trying to get out of her underwear entirely, trying to get him out of his. she thinks about going slower, but that's pushed out of the way in favor of wanting to make him make noise.]
[ the thought passes through his mind—going faster, being voracious, doing anything to slip inside of her again instead of savoring every inch her. in his head, there are echoes of her words to him that night in front of the pyre, when she carried him to lucidity. I wanted more time.
there's time now, maybe. hopefully. in this moment, he wants nothing but her time, however much she's willing to offer him. he's been waiting here for her, trying to pull away yet still hoping for some kind of tether, an impossible hope that he'd see her again and they'd pick up where they left off. they need this first, to release all the tension they've withheld and let their passion flow freely.
he grasps her arm when she reaches, bringing it away only to quickly strip away his boxers and slide down between her legs. his hands smooth down over her hips, fingers hooking on her underwear before tugging it down and completely off. ]
We got all night, Partner.
[ he teases, bringing open her legs and settling his head between them. he tilts it and bites hard on the inside of her thigh—enough to feel pricks of copper against his tongue. he draws away, licking his lips, satisfied with the ring he leaves behind on her skin. ]
Or do you just want me inside you now, hm? You gonna ride me until I see stars, or should I just fuck you till your legs give out?
[there is time now, she thinks - there's still weeks of this ritual left, and she's here, in a place where she doesn't have anything to do but watch the living and take care of the dead. they'll have plenty of it. she'll have the time to take it slower later, take him apart piece by piece, talk with him, draw it out.
right now, all she wants is to show him how much she missed him, and it shows in the way she squirms with him to get her out of her underwear, to get them stripped entirely down. she adjusts, letting her legs spread enough to let him between them. when he bites, her hand instinctively goes to grip at his hair, her hips juddering up into his mouth. the bite throbs, makes her heart pound in her ears, and if she wasn't impatient before, she is now. she pouts a little even, when he slides down out of her reach.
but the expression on her face when he looks up from between her legs and asks her what he does is hungry. heated, a little hazy.]
All night just means I'm going to have you as many times as you can keep up. [she says, biting her bottom lip briefly. her voice drops low, hot and demanding, her fingers carding through his hair, and her movements are a little rough, her tail curling around whatever part of him she can reach, his wrist, his ankle, anything. just to keep him close.]
If you don't put something inside me, I'm going to scream. You've got sixty seconds to make a decision. [she half-jokes, tugging his hair.] Eat me out or fuck me, I don't care which, just come here. Can't stand waiting after how long we've had to.
[ all while he bites her and feels her keen against his mouth, his hand reaches down to work himself quickly into fullness. he slides the pad of his thumb over the cum gathered at its tip and drags it down over his length. when he locks eyes with her heated, hungry gaze, arousal spears through him suddenly, white hot and twisting. she traps him tightly with her tail, around his thigh, squeezing almost in warning, and he loves the sense of danger that comes with it. pearls of cum ease out of his cock, threading over his fingers, and he only quickens his pace as he watches her. he's as half-lidded and hazy and voracious as she is, but he still can't help grinning back as she pulls on his hair.
she says come here and suddenly he can't be close enough. ]
You are right about that. I'm through with waitin'.
[ he murmurs under his breath, finally drawing his hand away from his cock, sticky with cum. he waited for what felt like an age for her to be here. he missed her for more than what she gave to him that first week. there's no point to hiding how much he needed this—maybe a fear of scaring her off, moving too quickly, claiming what he hasn't earned.
but he's never been patient. not with things the he wants, anyway.
he braces both hands beneath her thighs, lifts them, folds her legs towards her stomach as he positions himself between her legs. she's burning against him, liquid fire against the head of his cock as it eases partway inside. he lets go of one of her thighs and guides himself in further, but only when he lowers himself down and bridges over her body does he finally bury his cock inside of her in one smooth, deep thrust of his hips. ]
[if anything, this feels like the best way to remind herself that this is real - to be as close as possible to him as she can get. she's thought about this for weeks, lonely and quiet, alone and tucked away when she had the chance, thinking of his hands on her hips, his face buried between her thighs, about the sounds, gasps and calls of her name. the intimacy of it, of being so wrapped up in someone that it's hard to tell what belongs to who. the pleasure is one thing - being connected is another. that's all she ever wants, the connection.
she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.
[ boothill loves her scraping and clawing for him, tying and twining them together like they can't ever be close enough. his white hair drapes around them, twisted by the roots in her fingers. the word gorgeous leaves him as karlach tilts her head back, baring her neck and the whorls of her red-brown hair over the bed behind her. he presses a line of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. ]
Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]
[he'll see her shiver, at the praise. she can't help it, so much, she just likes the sound of his voice low and hot, right up against her ear.
the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]
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it's a room for two, now. if she wants to change it, it will respond to her.
they aren't inside of it yet. right now, arousal runs electric up boothill's spine as he's flattened to the wall. karlach's body presses flush against his, dragging him upward. she claims his hand and his jaw, and he can't help grinning devilishly back at her, watching the shining amber of her eyes on him. even without her engine, her gaze still burns hot.
his first thought is I ain't gonna make it before he murmurs a number and fishes out his key from his jacket pocket with his free hand. he doesn't press it into hers—he closes it in his fist and holds it away, smiling wider. ]
You want it? [ he cranes his head forward again, brushing their noses. ] You gotta take it from me.
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he holds the key away, and she grins at him, tail flicking back and forth behind her. her grip tightens on his jaw briefly as she puts a little more of her weight against him, pressing him harder against the wall, and then she's leaning in to steal a kiss. there's no finesse here in the least - she's dirty with it immediately, biting his bottom lip and coaxing his mouth open. he can probably hear her thought process absently, all the little tricks she wants to do to get those keys out of his hand, but she doesn't settle on anything because she's so distracted by the way his mouth feels against hers.
and after a moment, she pulls back, head tilting to the side as she looks at the keys he's keeping away from her.
her tail swishes like an animal ready to pounce. and then she hoists him away from the wall and up and over her shoulder instead, heading down the hallway.]
Bold of you to think you've got leverage! [she teases. manhandles him to his own damn room,]
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Her tail is goin' wild. What's she—
oh up he go. WOW! he barks out a laugh and reaches down as far as he can. ]
Why you lil forkin'— [ SPANKS HER ] I ain't a sack of flour!
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she actually startles when he does this, not in a bad way but in the way that she was not expecting it in the least. and then she laughs, her tail whipping up to smack his hand. just like a swat, playful.]
Hey! You're right, sacks of flour don't misbehave, you little shit.
[she's giggling though, and - once she gets to his door, she unceremoniously rattles him for his keys. cough 'em up!!]
You give me your keys and you get to see me naked, soldier, how about that?
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at the jostling and bargaining, he scoffs. he was ready to fire back before she mentioned her being naked. so fine. ]
Tsk. You play dirty, you know that?
[ he takes off his hat with one hand and brings up the key for her to take with the other. ]
Like you were just gonna leave me out here in the dust anyway.
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Imagine I kiss you stupid and then steal your room.
[she says, grinning. that is absolutely not on the table because she takes his key, unlocks the door, and kicks it shut behind them. finally letting him down, karlach looks around the room, even as she's reaching to touch him again. wherever she can really, she's not fussy, just clingy.]
... I like the stars. [there's not much she'd change about this room at all - except for maybe making the bed as comfortable as she wants.]
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as soon as she says it, those stars multiply, running through the sky in a river of purples and blues. ]
Yeah, well. Ain't much else in here. Turns out a tavern ain't the best look for a bedroom, and I've got someone I'm tryin' to impress.
[ but he's tossing his hat and reaching for her again as he says this, his mouth running on errant thoughts while his mind is obviously elsewhere.
he steps them towards the bed, drags her with him by her waist, and kisses her neck as he undoes the many buckles on her clothes. how does this outfit work. we will just assume he's good with his hands. ]
You're hotter than anythin' in this outfit, but I've been dyin' to get you out of it again. And that suit you wore too, and that green dress... You got everyone wrapped around your little finger.
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he tosses his hat, and she turns to him fully, going easily, tilting her head to the side to let him get at her neck. she imagines that she is going to have to wear high collars for her entire stay in the graveyard, and can't exactly find it in her to care at the moment? right now all she wants is that. also we're just going to assume this outfit makes sense at all and isn't an absolute nightmare of belts and rings - she has a lot of experience with getting in and out of the damn thing, so if he gets stuck, she helps, unhooking things and letting them clatter to the floor without a second thought.]
You haven't got to impress me. [she tells him, warmly, reaching to tug all of his clothes away too.] I like you with or without the bells and whistles.
[as for the rest, she kicks off her boots, nearly throwing them to the side.]
... Thought of you, when I had the suit on. [she can't help herself here - she's got the stupid strappy outfit off and out of the way, left in her pretty practical underwear, but instead of getting that off of her she just knocks him back to get him to lay on the bed, following him down.]
Actually, I thought of you a lot when I had the suit off.
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as soon as she's within reach, his hands go to her hips and slide down to her thighs, gently curling his fingertips against tight spreads of muscle. the shape of his arousal pushes against the front of his boxers. ]
Did ya' now?
[ he slides his hands to her backside, kneading flesh. his eyes are half-lidded, enamored as he holds her gaze. ]
You've gotta tell me more than that. What did you imagine me doin', exactly?
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Didn't have nearly enough memory to work off of. [she sighs, gently rocking up against him, thigh pressing against that arousal, just testing. teasing, a little.] So I had to use my imagination a bit. I'm not so bad at that.
[she leans closer, running her hand down his side. re-familiarizing herself with the way he feels under her fingertips. one short week, one day, really, was not enough for her.]
But I do have a pretty solid memory of your tongue inside me, so that did some work. [huffy noise.] My own fingers are not enough, by the way.
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at the mention of it, his tongue stings and waters as he remembers how she tastes. he wouldn't allow himself to forget.
he cranes up on his elbow as she leans down. he takes another deep, hungry kiss, his free hand gathering her hair over one of her shoulders. ]
You don't gotta work them no more. Use my mouth or my hands or anythin' all you want. I wouldn't mind a minute of it.
[ I'll do anything. he won't ignore his own desires, but all he wants is the proximity, to care for her, to make up for lost times and fading memories.
he finally reaches for the clasp of her bra. ]
Let's start here, shall we?
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You can take whatever you want from me, too. It's yours. [she murmurs, tail swishing behind her. for a moment, she wishes she had her engine if only to give him an idea of how much that's true, the blue-flame glow washing the room out. but she doesn't, it's just her. and that feels better, anyway.
his fingers find the clasp of her bra, and karlach sighs, resting her forehead against his, mindful of the horns as always.]
Good place to start, yeah. [she says with a smile. she'll let him take it off, but she is going to be distracting, leaving her own kisses up the side of his neck, free hand wandering along his chest. she's not entirely sure how much sensation he's got anywhere, but she intends to find out where it's centered the most.]
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Just to start.
[ bra unclasped, boothill slides it from her shoulders and drops it over the side of the bed. for a moment he just looks, taking her in as he runs a hand down over her shoulder and over her side. still karlach, still beautiful; the light in her chest is gone, but to him, she still glows. he slowly smiles. ]
Come down here, you. [ then he hooks his arms around her, pulls her in and over him, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her chest. he slows as he reaches the center of it, pressing his nose to the soft, pliant weight of her breasts. he presses another kiss where his lips can reach. ]
This here's heaven.
[ disgusting. then, for good measure, he softly bites down on her flesh. ]
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her hand drags along those sensitive parts, along the grooves and the shell of his ear, eyes warm. but she does have to pause to help him get her bra out of the way. there's a sigh of relief once it is - she laughs when it drops off the side of the bed, like good riddance - and maybe preens when he looks her over. nothing over the top, just a lazy stretch, arching her back so he can touch whatever he's like, so he gets a clear view. her engine isn't there anymore, and neither are the vents and ports, just scarred, warm, red skin.
a shiver runs down her spine when he tugs her down, and she goes easily, watching him. when he bites - it isn't rough or anything, but she startles slightly, and then laughs.]
Easy to please. [she teases him, her fingers coming back up to trace along his jaw.] Leave marks, will you?
[so she can see them later and remember. her hips shift against his again, and she sighs, eyes lidding.]
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his mouth still on her chest, the brush of her fingers leaves little trails of sensation under his skin. his eyes come open, head tilting to catch glimpse of her face. he brushes his lips over her skin as he lifts his head just high enough to speak: ]
Dangerous thing to say when I've been starvin' all this time. [ another kiss on her skin. if she lets him, he'll roll her into her back, his weight settling on his knees. ] I'd leave 'em on you everywhere if I could.
[ he bites down harder this time, enough to leave a circle of sharp teethmarks. as he greedily sucks a bruise into her skin, his fingers trail down the length of her torso and slip beneath the hand of that final piece of cloth. he slides his center finger down to the wet warmth between her legs and then up against her raised clit. he teases her in slow circles and half-hearted flicks, gauging her reactions, taking whatever she'll give for himself. ]
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it's already driving her crazy to feel him pressed against her, and the thought that she wants to get her hand or her mouth around him filters through her thoughts briefly - before dissolving into much more explicit flickers of thoughts of taking exactly what she wants.
those thoughts fade to the background when his hand starts to drag down, though. and when he finally presses his fingers between her legs she lets out a soft, breathless fuck at the open air. it's a teasing touch and she knows it, but it doesn't really matter. she's already wet, already needy, and her hips lift, arching up into the pads of his fingers, eyes entirely on him.]
Little bit of danger never hurt anybody. [she hums, gaze hot, heavy.] Come here, let me - let me touch you too.
[reaching for him, squirming - trying to get out of her underwear entirely, trying to get him out of his. she thinks about going slower, but that's pushed out of the way in favor of wanting to make him make noise.]
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there's time now, maybe. hopefully. in this moment, he wants nothing but her time, however much she's willing to offer him. he's been waiting here for her, trying to pull away yet still hoping for some kind of tether, an impossible hope that he'd see her again and they'd pick up where they left off. they need this first, to release all the tension they've withheld and let their passion flow freely.
he grasps her arm when she reaches, bringing it away only to quickly strip away his boxers and slide down between her legs. his hands smooth down over her hips, fingers hooking on her underwear before tugging it down and completely off. ]
We got all night, Partner.
[ he teases, bringing open her legs and settling his head between them. he tilts it and bites hard on the inside of her thigh—enough to feel pricks of copper against his tongue. he draws away, licking his lips, satisfied with the ring he leaves behind on her skin. ]
Or do you just want me inside you now, hm? You gonna ride me until I see stars, or should I just fuck you till your legs give out?
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right now, all she wants is to show him how much she missed him, and it shows in the way she squirms with him to get her out of her underwear, to get them stripped entirely down. she adjusts, letting her legs spread enough to let him between them. when he bites, her hand instinctively goes to grip at his hair, her hips juddering up into his mouth. the bite throbs, makes her heart pound in her ears, and if she wasn't impatient before, she is now. she pouts a little even, when he slides down out of her reach.
but the expression on her face when he looks up from between her legs and asks her what he does is hungry. heated, a little hazy.]
All night just means I'm going to have you as many times as you can keep up. [she says, biting her bottom lip briefly. her voice drops low, hot and demanding, her fingers carding through his hair, and her movements are a little rough, her tail curling around whatever part of him she can reach, his wrist, his ankle, anything. just to keep him close.]
If you don't put something inside me, I'm going to scream. You've got sixty seconds to make a decision. [she half-jokes, tugging his hair.] Eat me out or fuck me, I don't care which, just come here. Can't stand waiting after how long we've had to.
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she says come here and suddenly he can't be close enough. ]
You are right about that. I'm through with waitin'.
[ he murmurs under his breath, finally drawing his hand away from his cock, sticky with cum. he waited for what felt like an age for her to be here. he missed her for more than what she gave to him that first week. there's no point to hiding how much he needed this—maybe a fear of scaring her off, moving too quickly, claiming what he hasn't earned.
but he's never been patient. not with things the he wants, anyway.
he braces both hands beneath her thighs, lifts them, folds her legs towards her stomach as he positions himself between her legs. she's burning against him, liquid fire against the head of his cock as it eases partway inside. he lets go of one of her thighs and guides himself in further, but only when he lowers himself down and bridges over her body does he finally bury his cock inside of her in one smooth, deep thrust of his hips. ]
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she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.
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Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]
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the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]