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[He snorts, mainly because he was considering it, and because it's the sole direction she's given him, and because he'd have to stop tonguing her to say anything more.

After a moment's consideration involving exactly which finger to use and where his hand will go, he rests his hand on her inner thigh, alongside his face, and presses his thumb into her. Once it's in about halfway, he makes lazy circles with it.]

[ She misinterprets the reason for the snort and rolls her eyes. ]

Oh, you can handle it.

[ When he brings his hand up she spreads her thighs wider to make room. And of course, there he goes being gentle again. She tugs his hair a bit. ]

Do everything harder.

[He gives her a very direct look -- I'm getting there -- even though he's probably most visible as a pair of eyes and a mop of dark hair and not too much more. The tug at his hair would be a turn-on if he were ready to go again, but with his face already between her thighs, it's more like a small bonus.

She wants it harder, so he does it harder, wrapping his free arm around her leg, sucking and licking at the same time, moving his thumb faster and more roughly, waiting to see if it will be enough for her... and tucking the information away, in the hopes that it will be relevant in the future.]

[ That's a lot more like it. She lets the sensations build with a few whimpers, pushing her hand through his hair a couple of times, letting her head fall back when she's close, moaning. And then she comes, and though it's not nearly as intense as the one earlier, it's still good. ]

[Feeling her come is both gratifying and a relief. What if he really hadn't been able to make it happen? He'd been trying, but from a position of a total lack of expertise, and he's aware that not every body always responds to even the most sophisticated ministrations.

So far, she doesn't seem to think he's clumsy, though. He slides up between her thighs, folds his arms under him, and rests his hands under his chin on top of her stomach, watching her.]

I can't believe I was worried about breaking you. Maybe I should have been more concerned that you'll wear me out.

[His tone indicates that he's joking -- about both things.]

[ She smirks, running her hand through his hair to extricate it, and smoothing it down. ]

Am I testing your limits?

[Possibly, a little, although he's not really sure exactly where they are. Establishing them is more like it, but they haven't really hit the outer edges.

He turns his head to the side, resting it against her abdomen.]

I'm not sure whether I'd call that question optimistic or pessimistic. It might take you a while to find them.

[There's a question implied there: do you want to invest the time?]

[ Her smirk grows into a grin and she rubs lightly at his cheek. ]

Mm, good answer.

[ She runs her hand down to his neck, then his shoulder. ]

Hey. Come kiss me, huh?

[He raises his head and moves his hands to the bed on either side of her, then crawls forward on all fours until their faces are even with each other, then rests on his elbows, the weight of his torso on hers.

He looks her in the eye and lowers his mouth to kiss her.]

What about your limits?

[It's apparent that they haven't touched them, but he wonders what she'll say.]

[ She sets her hands on his sides and rubs at them, letting him settle onto her. It's weird—in her normal body she'd be more muscular than him, and that wouldn't bother her at all, but somehow it's nice being more petite than him like she is in this body. ]

Just don't treat me like a china doll and you're doing good.

[ She kisses him again, letting it draw out for a few extra moments. ]

We probably ought to have a more specific talk about that stuff, though, shouldn't we?

[ Moving a hand to his cheek, she rubs it with her thumb and kisses him once more, lightly. ]

[He looks at her through one eye, leaving the other closed.]

Should we?

[It's not as arch and cool as it might otherwise be. He kisses her again -- her mouth is two inches away and almost irresistible.]

So we're both interested in continuing this. I wanted to be sure.

[ She moves her arm to curl up by her ear, stretching lightly, and accepts his kiss with a small smile. ]

Yes. On both counts.

[ She tilts her head to rest on his. ]

Do you want to make an appearance at the party tonight, or just...?

[ It's tempting to remain here, curled up comfortably, though dancing together also sounds nice. ]

To be honest, I don't really care about the party.

[He's not there to care about it: he's here. There will be a party tomorrow and the next day and probably the day after that, until they can leave... but he doesn't really want to leave. He doesn't even particularly want to leave this room, unless it's to get more food and wine... and not that, if they can get someone to bring it to them.

It doesn't really occur to him to wonder why, nor that this lack of concern is uncharacteristic.]

What do you want to do? It wouldn't be a bad time for your discussion.

Let's stay then.

[ The words are uttered quietly and she puts her hand on his cheek to bring his lips to hers for a longer kiss. Like him, it simply hasn't occurred to her that her behavior is out of character—for example, she spent more time making out with Wash the night before than she ever spent with Church. Yet that's not on her mind—instead what she's thinking is that kissing Daniel is more fulfilling than kissing Wash was, and that Daniel ought to have just as much time devoted to it, if not more.

And so she kisses him; long, tender kisses that luxuriate in being able to indulge this way, her hand passing over his cheek, his neck, his hair. She feels good here with him, this unusual man who barely caught her eye until yesterday, who can now send a shiver down her spine simply by saying her name. ]

[He could rest against her and allow himself to be kissed, or roll over onto his back to facilitate it more, but he doesn't feel like being passive with her. Her hand on his cheek, his neck, his hair... he doesn't mirror it by conscious design, but nonetheless, he reciprocates what she's doing, and does it just as tenderly. Gentleness isn't alien to him, but this kind of tenderness is new.

Apart from that, he feels more compelled to kiss her than merely tempted. Is it because of the body? He doubts that, too. It's because the connection between them has changed.]

I think I'm getting the better end of the deal.

[As opposed to anyone who's at a party, he means.]

This is better.

[ She agrees with gentle smile, then looks over his face with a flicker of her eyes. ]

You always look so tired. [ She smooths her fingertip across his cheekbone, just under the dark circles that dominate his face. ] We can talk, and you can sleep if you want. I'm okay if you end up staying.

[ It's so odd for her to feel that way. But she's speaking sincerely. ]

So where do you want to start? With limits? [ That's what caused the idea of a talk to come up, after all. ]

[Staying....

He's always assumed that if something like this ever happened to him, it would be for one of two reasons. The first would be that he had become so emotionally invested in someone that it became inevitable. That's the kind of entanglement he tries to avoid, but he's only human, and he had nearly been there before he'd been pulled abruptly through the Ingress. The second possibility was a desire to get it over with, to try to slake normal physical urges with a partner just for the sake of trying it. In the case of the former, he'd imagine that he'd want to stay all night, and the latter, he'd want to leave as soon as he could.

This isn't really either of those things: it's somewhere in between. He has a dim notion that maybe he should leave, go back to his own room, sleep there... but he doesn't really want to. Allison is warm and comfortable, and he feels rather cozy with her, and the idea of her being there in the night or in the morning is appealing... it seems very feasible that their mutual desire may rise again.]

I'm not as tired as I look, but you're right that I probably need to rest for a while.

[He rolls off of her to rest on his side, and tries to turn her so that they're face to face on the pillow.]

Limits... I didn't want to take the risk of overestimating yours.

[ They really are on the same wavelength, somehow—she'd been planning on nudging him into the same position within a few minutes. She rolls onto her side, bringing up one leg to rest between his legs. She curls her arms up between them, resting one beneath his chin. And she brushes her fingers there, feeling the slight stubble. ]

On the other hand, I think you're starting to work out you don't need to be too gentle. But to be quite honest, I've never hit my limit on stuff like spanking or being tied or...any of that. I—

[ She doesn't assume he'll want specifics about past partners, so she doesn't mention now that she's only ever been with Church. ]

I'd like to test my limits, honestly. If you think that's the sort of thing you'd like.

The only thing I really have is I don't like being on my back and just being fucked like that. I have to really trust you for that. And I mean, you might be able to earn that, so don't think I'm saying that's a hard no. It's just...work me up to it. If you want that.

[ It sounds weird, explaining how much she dislikes missionary position as a matter of trust, when she had been all right with him tying her, but...well, she still hasn't thought through much having to do with that situation. If she'd been thinking much at all, rather than acting on her lust, it's likely that never would have happened so early on in their having relations. ]

[Their new position feels companionable, with her leg folded between his and their conversational negotiations underway. He reaches over and touches her hair with the tips of his fingers, running them down the length of it.]

Testing... it could be interesting. I have to say that spanking isn't precisely my natural inclination, but I'm not averse to doing it if you enjoy it.

[When he'd come to the room earlier, he'd had the idea that she would be on her back at some point, and now that she's told him she doesn't like it, he wonders why. Vulnerability would be his first guess. If she's talking about earning it, then her dislike for the position is probably not the result of something specific that happened to her in the past.

That doesn't trouble him too much... maybe if she allowed it, it would be an indication that he's in a little too deep. It also suggests that she won't have much problem with being on top, which is appealing because it's less work for him on the whole... and because he can watch her, and use his hands.]

What about food?

Food? Like licking whipped cream off, that kind of thing?

[ She moves her hand to run a finger along his bottom lip. ]

I've never tried it. I'd be willing to, though. As long as it wasn't something ridiculous. Like honey.

[He opens his mouth and takes her finger in, then tries to delicately speak around it.]

Honey is too sticky.

[But maybe there are times when sticky is what's wanted. He tongues around her fingertip.]

[ She smirks, breathing out a slight chuckle. ]

I would think that was symbolic but I think you're not ready for another blow-job yet.

[ His refractory period seems rather longer than that, going by what happened earlier. ]

I'm not. Although I'd never discourage you from taking your chances.

[He says that blandly, half-joking, removing her finger from his mouth with his hand to do it. But then he moves to put it back and says,]

Maybe I just like your hands.

If you don't like to be on your back, then I'll be on mine. What about like this, the way we are now?

[ She smiles more broadly at that and swipes her fingers more firmly over his lips, then cups his jaw line with her whole hand. At the latter question, she snugs herself up closer with a small scooch of her hips, readjusting the angle of the leg that lies between his. ]

I've never tried.

[ She doesn't intend to oversell her sexual prowess—though she is programmed with very clear understanding of her proclivities, that doesn't mean she's tried much of anything up to this point in the body the Ingress gave her. ]

Seems like it might be tricky, but...worth trying.

Really?

[A curious expression appears in the form of a vertical line between his eyebrows; he had assumed more experience on her part. Or maybe it's just a weird quirk, one of those things that happens... she's never done it that way because she's never done it that way.]

I haven't either. We'll have to see. It seems like it would be relatively easy if our legs are in the right place.

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