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[ She cooperates with the slowing of their thrusts so he can center his mouth on her, and hums wantingly when he begins sucking. When he bites down she gives into the impulse to cry out, her head tipping back. ]

Yes— Oh...

[ She had sat down in his lap with her knees folded, but now she extends her feet and plants them on the bed, alongside his hips, and starts pumping her hips harder, faster, leaning her upper weight into him just enough to get the leverage she needs without being able to stabilize herself with her hands. She needs manual stimulation to get off, she knows this, but the sensations of the thrusting and the biting are plenty to bring her pleasure. ]

[There's so much happening that it's hard for him to process all of it, except as "extremely gratifying." How had he waited so long to do this? Because it involves letting someone get extremely close to him, a degree of give-and-take of vulnerability, and back in his usual life, he had always been so careful not to indulge desires in a way that would leave him with an unguarded flank.

The knowledge that the feelings in his body and brain are all chemical doesn't stop them from being effective: invigorating and electric beyond the way they're leading to a release of the building tension. Beyond what he's already told her, he likes her skin under his fingertips and in his mouth, the smell and the taste of her.

When she changes her position, he grasps the nipple that's not in his mouth and pinches it tightly. He makes noises deep in his throat every time she moves, now.]

Edited 2016-09-12 21:18 (UTC)

[ The lack of use of her hands is frustrating, but in a gratifying way—if she could only touch herself she'd surely be climaxing again now, but instead she's forced to concentrate on his pleasure, and she continues to comply with his command to make noise for him, with more 'oh's and 'yes'es and moans. She spreads her knees more widely to change the angle of her hips, and their flesh begins to make wet smacking sounds as she continues pounding against him.

It's the sounds he's making in his throat that really drive her wild; she can't kiss him properly because of how she's moving but she lands a few random swipes of her lips against his forehead. She's been spreading her hands against her bonds, not really on purpose but because of the range of the motions she's making, and the satin suddenly slides against itself and releases her hands. She makes a sound of surprise and grabs him about his shoulder with one arm, once again speeding in her thrusts now that she has leverage. Her other hand goes behind her back to reach down as far as she can and touch his balls, smacking wildly with her fingertips whenever she can reach them between thrusts. ]

[He hadn't wanted to untie her just yet, but the position had been so awkward when he'd bound her hands to begin with that he's not really surprised that the bonds don't hold up to serious strain.

When she reaches down to touch his balls, he gasps, interrupting the rhythm of his heavy breathing, and his eyes slam shut for the moment it takes for him to force them open again. He loses his mouth's grip on her breast and tilts his head up to kiss her throat, then her lips, still ravenous.

He pushes his fingertips between them to reciprocate. Everything is coming at him in a rush... it really can't be long now.]

Still such a naughty girl. Are you going to come for me?

[This one is spontaneous, not calculated, and he doesn't even pause to think about what he's said.]

Yes—

[ The word comes out high and raspy, both a response to his question and an encouragement of his act. She digs in the nails of the hand at his shoulder, tipping her hips up just slightly to meet his fingertips with her clit. It barely takes any effort on his part to get her to come, not with all the stimulation she's had. His tongue in her mouth and his fingers on her clit are all it takes for her to reach climax within a few moments. She scratches his shoulder and her hips still as she rides out the waves of sensation, a high-pitched moan on her lips. It's almost a scream. She doesn't consider herself a screamer but with the way he rose to her challenges today and the way he took control over the situation—

She doesn't even think about how strange it is for her to hand the reins over to him the way she did. She barely knows him. This kind of power play should be reserved for someone she trusts implicitly. She didn't even get a chance to try it with Church before his disappearance. But this was her desire, the fantasy she wanted to play out, and as she had tested him he had made it clear he was up to this. And she reveled in it, and now she's reaping the benefits.

After the scream she slams their mouths together, beginning to move her hips again, fingering at his balls. It's his turn now. ]

[It's rare that he's not thinking about anything at all: there have even been times when the solution to a case, the moment where everything clicks together, has come to him in a dream. But as Texas shouts and scratches his shoulder and shudders around him, conscious thought and calculation are gone, replaced with pure sensation.

Her orgasm brings him that much closer to his own. When she starts to kiss him again, his arms go around her back. He presses up into her three times in quick succession, each time a little more firmly. The third time, he holds his postion, shudders all over, and moans into her mouth, more flooded with ecstasy than he would ever have assumed possible.

It's different than the previous night, and far better. He clings to her as he rides it out. When it ends, he stares at her for a long moment, then collapses back against the wall, looking stunned.]

[ She can feel him coming inside of her, and his grip on her is ironclad, making the effect of the whole thing on him unquestionable. She lets out a deep groan that seems to come from her core as he holds on to her, and when he collapses back, she leans in, running her hands over his chest and his neck and arms to soothe him. She sees now that with the way she's been biting and sucking at his skin there are a number of marks on his pale skin. Her breathing is heavy, but beginning to slow. ]

You're so hot.

[ Not a view she had of him when they first met, with his dark circles and stooped posture, but his ability to drive her wild with desire has turned her view of him on its head. She leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, kissing lightly at his neck and running her fingers over his throat. ]

I gave you a bunch of hickeys.

[ It's not an apology, but the sentiment is there in her touch. ]

Are you sure it's me?

[Meaning: you might be the one who's hot. Or maybe they are together... at least some of this has to be chalked up to individual chemistry.

His breathing is still going back to normal, and he feels incapable of much thought or movement. He's heavy and relaxed and completely sated, pinned under her, not very interested in moving. How had he never understood before how he would take to this?

When she rests her head on his shoulder, he curls his arm and runs his fingers through her silky brown hair, resting his hand against the back of her head.]

I don't mind the hickeys. Even if I did... they'll probably be gone tomorrow.

[ She lets out a pleased sound at the implied compliment, a slight chuckle. She doesn't mind cuddling with him right here, in this position, and she knows he won't protest it either. She refolds her knees, settling her ass into the space between his legs, and lays on his chest. ]

No point in minding them. I'll probably just end up giving you more later.

[ She closes her eyes at the sensation of him running his fingers through her hair. The sex with Wash had been nice, but sex with Ryuuzaki fits her proclivities so well, she decides right here that if she ends up needing to choose it's going to be Ryuuzaki. Not that shes going to volunteer the fact that she arranged to enter into a long-term sexual relationship with Wash. Ryuuzaki has no reason to be jealous. ]

Do you usually like to make out after sex?

It depends on the variables. With you... I just can't get enough of you.

[Not today, anyway. He arranges his arms around her, then angles his head down to kiss her.

If he projects theoretical liaisons, he can assume that there are times when he might want to leave someone after a few minutes of winding down, or times when he might want to stay all night... but those are all new thoughts, new ideas. Is his partner attractive, but irritating? Did it go badly? Conversely, if it went well, how well did it go, how much does his partner suit him, how emotionally invested in her is he?]

I'm getting the impression that you do.

You are?

[ She hasn't had that many sexual experiences, and until the last two days they'd all been with Church, but she wouldn't have thought of herself as someone who needed a lot of cuddling after an encounter. Cuddling with Church meant something else, and she wouldn't have expected that to extend to sexual experiences with others. Yet she doesn't want to remove herself from Ryuuzaki's presence yet, nor from his touch. And her experience with Wash yesterday had been much the same. ]

Maybe you're right. At least after something that good.

[ She nudges his chin with her fingers, turning his head at the correct angle where he can kiss her where her head rests on his chest. ]

I am. Is there another reason why you'd ask me to begin with?

[He lets her turn his head, then kisses her deeply. There had been some of this, earlier, but most of what had happened between them hadn't really allowed it. These kisses are deeper and more apparently intimate.

For the rest, that's how his mind works. He had kissed her, but the night before, he had been too dazed -- and too tired from holding her up against the wall -- to do much more than that, and then there had been a party to get to. If she's asking, then the thing she's asking about is likely to be the thing she's missing. And since he has nowhere to be and no particular urge to leave her, it's easy to give her what she wants... except when it's more fun not to, which is not the case at the moment.]

I'm not sure whether or not this will continue, but I think it might be better if we were on a first-name basis.

[That's true.]

Call me Daniel.

[ -- That's not.]

[ She mutters her response through the kiss. ]

I just wanted to give you what you wanted.

[ Which in itself is an odd thing for her to feel, but now that it's been pointed out, it seems that had lined up with her own desires. In that case it turned out to be perfect. She kisses him, and she sighs contentedly through her nose.

And then he pulls back and shares his real name with her and she looks at him with a strange expression. It has nothing to do with learning he's been using a pseudonym with her, though—it has to do with the intimacy of sharing her own first name. Everyone who knows it also knows the history behind that name, and it meant different things when they used it—the sly way York had said it, or the smug way Wyoming had. But with him, none of that would be there. It would just be a name to him, and telling him would be a way to deepen their intimacy, and he's already shown good faith in sharing his. So she can't deny him this. Not after he shared his so willingly.

She swallows, and her expression shifts. She goes from looking nonplussed to something more open and relaxed. ]

Mine's Allison. No one ever calls me that, though. [ She runs her fingers lightly over his lips, looking thoughtful. She can't decide whether she wants to hear that from him during sex or if she'd prefer to remain Tex. ]

[He sees what seems like hesitation flicker over her face, before she relaxes and gives him a name. There have probably been too many people from her world around for this to be a lie, but it doesn't really matter that much if it is -- it isn't a danger to him. He goes through life not telling the whole truth to people and assuming that they may also not be telling the whole truth. The important thing is determining when that's significant. She could be Sadie or Jane or Rosa or Michiko and it wouldn't ultimately affect their chemistry.

It's interesting that she wants to please him. It seems sentimental, for what he knows of her and for the way they've come together, but he likes it.

He tries to take her fingertips into his mouth.]

I'll call you whatever you want me to call you, Allison.

[ She slips her fingers in his mouth after he speaks, rubbing lightly at his tongue with the end of her middle finger. She likes the sound of that in his accent. It makes it mean something different. ]

Tex or Allison. Either's fine.

[ She tilts her head, back to resting it on his shoulder. Her breathing is now normal, slow and even, and she closes her eyes, relaxing. She moves her hand from his mouth to his cheek, and then to his scalp, feeling around for the texture of his skin and hair. She thinks for a moment about how she'd gotten on Church's case for letting his hair grow, how she'd harassed him into getting his hair cut, when it hadn't even been as long as Daniel's is now.

But that's just how things were between her and Church—always combative, always with some issue going on between them. The first time she'd had sex with Church in his human body here in this universe she'd immediately kicked him out of the room, barely even spending any time cuddling with him like this. She'd had her reasons for doing that. But maybe, maybe she shouldn't have. She caresses the side of Daniel's head. Why is she even thinking about Church? Church is gone. He's gone a second time from this universe, and she's left here, and she's making the most of it, enjoying her body's pleasures with no guilt, no guilt at all. She doesn't need to remain loyal to Church when they'd never even solidified what their relationship was.

This line of thought is frustrating her. She thumbs at Daniel's cheek, then sits up and looks into his face. Church isn't here. Church isn't here. ]

Were you planning to go back and work after this?

[ It's going to be immediately apparent what she hopes his answer is; while she waits for him to answer her hand is traveling downward between them and she starts playing with the hair below his navel. ]

[He'll call her Allison in private until she tells him not to. Her hand in his hair, rubbing his scalp and his cheek... that feels very intimate. As her hand moves, there are times he leans into her fingers.

When she asks whether not he's going back to work, he looks at her, eyebrows slightly raised. It widens his eyes and gives him a speculative expression.]

Oh, as it happens, I'm busy with you... I really hadn't made any other plans.

You wanted me to go...?

[That last bit is teasing. It's clear she doesn't want him to leave by the way she's touching his groin.]

I think it's going to be a while before I'm good for anything else, though. Is it possible for us to have dinner in here?

[The natives may be friendly and hospitable, but they haven't necessarily offered room service. What a shame.

More seriously, he doesn't want to leave. There's a temptation to spin this encounter out for hours.]

Oh, gee. I didn't mean to wear you out.

[ That's a complete lie. She very much meant to wear him out, and her tone is teasing and light, expressed with a smirk. ]

We can go find dinner and bring it back.

[ Strangely, the idea of sitting and having dinner with him is much more intimate than having sex was. A meal means they will be staying in each other's company; they'll probably converse. They'll talk about themselves. It'll be like a date.

Weird.

She withdraws a bit, hooking her feet on the inside of his thighs and scooting back. ]

I have a towel we can use to clean up.

[ But she doesn't pull away any further, wondering whether he's quite ready to disengage. She's not going to lean in to kiss him but if he pulls her back, she won't protest. ]

[He pulls her back. She's right there: why not kiss her? They'll need to eat something eventually, but it will be there later.]

I don't believe that you don't want to wear me out.

We could borrow some dice.

[Wider eyes make his expression even more speculative. The implication is not that they might play a normal game.]

[ She slides right on back against him when he does that, putting her hands on his biceps and holding on to them with a firm grip. This indulgence feels good, and his clear desire to keep her close feeds into that.

When he mentions the dice she studies his face with a slight smirk. She doesn't buy the wide-eyed innocence for one second. ]

What do the numbers mean, hm? For what you have in mind?

[ She works her thumbs against his muscles. He's so wiry, but fit—she's used to seeing well-muscled men in Freelancer and she's not sure if it's his diet that causes him to be so thin or if it's just genetics. It's something to wonder about; apparently, because she is. ]

[He hadn't been sure what she'd been doing with her hands a little while earlier, but now that she's running her hands over his arms, concentrating on the biceps, he understands that she's feeling what musculature he has. It's leaner and lighter than that of a lot of the other men around -- leaner and lighter than hers in the body she's usually in.]

Whatever we decide they mean. I'll make a list on the MID so no one can cheat.

Mm. Six body parts and six acts, then?

[ She likes muscles, even when they're this wiry. He's fitter than Church had been in either of the bodies he's had on the Moira. She doesn't really know whether she's turned on again or turned on still, but feeling them out leads to her tilting her head and licking at his jaw again. No biting this time though—she only does that when she's ready to commit to the act, but Daniel has made it clear he wants dinner first. She completes the licking with a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. ]

Either way we have to go get dressed, you know.

That would make it interesting, but we could assign two numbers each to three different things, if you wanted there to be less risk.

[He rolls his head back, presses his eyelids together, then looks at her again.]

Why?

[After a beat, he adds, with an expression of capitulation,]

Oh, all right. Give me the towel.

Less risk?

[ She hooks her finger under his chin. ]

What's the point without risking something?

[ She plants one more kiss on his mouth and then climbs off of him to get the towel, brushing the sash aside when it starts to tangle up in her feet. The towel is in the dresser, and she returns with it directly. ]

Here.

[He's almost smiling as he watches her walk across the room.]

Good. But you never have to do anything you don't want to do.

[It's interesting to him how they've agreed -- without really bothering to formally discuss it -- that this will be happening again, probably even tonight. How long it will last, though, remains to be seen. It's certainly something he's interested in exploring and experiencing.

When she hands him the towel, he dabs at everything that needs to be cleaned, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and peers around the floor for his trousers while holding the towel out to her.]

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That's what the safe word is for.

[ It should be notable she didn't feel the need to use it during their encounter. It's good that he's turned out to be this trustworthy, though, since her own safety in this situation has barely been on her mind. She certainly doesn't think of it now.

She uses the towel to clean between her legs and then she goes to the dresser—she hadn't bothered with a pair of underwear when she knew she was anticipating his arrival, but if they're going to be going off to obtain dinner she figures she ought to wear something under her dress.

Once she's dressed, she comes over to him and she hooks her arm in his. ]

We ought to talk more about those things. When we get back.

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