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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
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[No, she almost tells him, no, I simply know we won't be bothered, because she can see the future dimly, like déjà vu but better adjusted. And what the future contains, here and now, is an empty room, darkened and cool, perfect for the two of them.
But then he's kissing her, yanking her into his lap with a strength that makes her giddy. Her legs slot around his hips, her dress hoisted up and her hands braced on his shoulders. With a moan she leans in, returning the kiss just as hard, her tongue slipping forward to tease at his lips and run against the sharp edge of his teeth.
For his sake, she won't grind down just yet. But god, it's hard not to.]
But then he's kissing her, yanking her into his lap with a strength that makes her giddy. Her legs slot around his hips, her dress hoisted up and her hands braced on his shoulders. With a moan she leans in, returning the kiss just as hard, her tongue slipping forward to tease at his lips and run against the sharp edge of his teeth.
For his sake, she won't grind down just yet. But god, it's hard not to.]
[She knows at some point they have to get back to the party with everyone else. Stay gone for too long and people usually ask questions, even though this is an answer she'd gladly give to anyone who's curious. But then, she'd seen how...distracted most people were, she could steal a little bit more of Rosalind's time just because she could.
And she does with ease, answering her with just one more kiss that she eagerly meets with a satisfied sigh as their lips meet again. It still holds a promise for future things when she catches her bottom lip between her teeth in return, playful as she huffs a laugh even as taken and occupied as they have been. And that driving need to kiss her from earlier? All but scattered to the winds, any remainder was simply from her own desire.]
Maybe I can even ask you for a grand tour. [She grins when she pulls back. Keeping her to herself after such a reveal isn't likely, but just another minute, another moment of feeling how warm and inviting she is in her arms couldn't hurt.] But that's for later, for now it's nice to know that this kind of interest is certainly mutual.
And she does with ease, answering her with just one more kiss that she eagerly meets with a satisfied sigh as their lips meet again. It still holds a promise for future things when she catches her bottom lip between her teeth in return, playful as she huffs a laugh even as taken and occupied as they have been. And that driving need to kiss her from earlier? All but scattered to the winds, any remainder was simply from her own desire.]
Maybe I can even ask you for a grand tour. [She grins when she pulls back. Keeping her to herself after such a reveal isn't likely, but just another minute, another moment of feeling how warm and inviting she is in her arms couldn't hurt.] But that's for later, for now it's nice to know that this kind of interest is certainly mutual.
[ as much as he enjoyed the view of Rosalind in clothes that are ruined and completely unlike her normal appearance, he is more than willing to accept the change of pace. as more skin reveals itself, she can see his eyes roam over every inch of her body, from her taut stomach to the perky shape of her breasts as they rise and fall. it'd be nice to clamp his mouth on one and suck on it until his teeth have left marks that would remain throughout the morning, but he's still standing, looking down at her as if to prove a point. ]
I can and I will.
[ he says this only when her foot is pressing into his chest. the question is, was he responding to her preference to the order of events or was he admitting he would tear through her stockings? hm. Bigbiy runs a hand along the length of her leg, feeling the sheer fabric against his palm. he entices her to gasp by running one of those sharpened nails along it in a threatening manner, but it isn't long before he hooks his finger underneath and begins to guide it down to her shin.
one is off and it is followed by the next. no ripping or tearing is to be found, although he continues to try and scare her by sometimes leaning in to kiss her leg only to catch the stocking with his teeth to give a brief tug. she's now left completely bare and ready, and for the first time all night, they actually looked prepared to fuck. funny how that works. ]
Consider me curious on what that reward will be.
I can and I will.
[ he says this only when her foot is pressing into his chest. the question is, was he responding to her preference to the order of events or was he admitting he would tear through her stockings? hm. Bigbiy runs a hand along the length of her leg, feeling the sheer fabric against his palm. he entices her to gasp by running one of those sharpened nails along it in a threatening manner, but it isn't long before he hooks his finger underneath and begins to guide it down to her shin.
one is off and it is followed by the next. no ripping or tearing is to be found, although he continues to try and scare her by sometimes leaning in to kiss her leg only to catch the stocking with his teeth to give a brief tug. she's now left completely bare and ready, and for the first time all night, they actually looked prepared to fuck. funny how that works. ]
Consider me curious on what that reward will be.
[ saying good girl in the middle of a goddamned classroom seems a little too on the nose for Bigby to say aloud right now, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted, if only to see her brows furrow with a mouth full of his cock. he doesn't need to say it to realize just how willing, eager and cooperative she was in this current moment. having Rosalind go down on him was never an act of coercion — in fact, he's confident she enjoys it a great extent. maybe not as much as him, for obvious reasons, but tonight? that could be argued.
having the woman, fancily dressed and dolled up, on her knees and sucking on his tip as instructed would be an image burned into his mind for the undeniable future. the wood of the desk he's holding onto creaks and groans under the pressure of her squeezing against it harder, but it will hold. thank god it will hold, because he doesn't want a distraction right now. she's earned a genuine moan from the man, low and throaty, as his cock twitches up into the roof of her mouth. ]
Open your mouth. [ he assumes she's going to continue to follow his instruction, and when she does, she will see his own hand take his length into its grip. he tugs and jerks it for a few moments, more for her viewing pleasure than his own, before purposely tracing the head against the pouty, spit-slicked shape of her bottom lip. ] Stick your tongue out.
[ again assuming that she will comply, he is eager to grind the underside against the soft padding of her tongue, slapping it down onto her organ repeatedly. it's a lewd visual, one that he wouldn't have ever expected to see at a fucking gala, but one that turns him the hell on non-the-less. she will no doubt taste more of his pre as a result of his actions. ]
You want it, don't you? Something to suck on until the need goes away.
having the woman, fancily dressed and dolled up, on her knees and sucking on his tip as instructed would be an image burned into his mind for the undeniable future. the wood of the desk he's holding onto creaks and groans under the pressure of her squeezing against it harder, but it will hold. thank god it will hold, because he doesn't want a distraction right now. she's earned a genuine moan from the man, low and throaty, as his cock twitches up into the roof of her mouth. ]
Open your mouth. [ he assumes she's going to continue to follow his instruction, and when she does, she will see his own hand take his length into its grip. he tugs and jerks it for a few moments, more for her viewing pleasure than his own, before purposely tracing the head against the pouty, spit-slicked shape of her bottom lip. ] Stick your tongue out.
[ again assuming that she will comply, he is eager to grind the underside against the soft padding of her tongue, slapping it down onto her organ repeatedly. it's a lewd visual, one that he wouldn't have ever expected to see at a fucking gala, but one that turns him the hell on non-the-less. she will no doubt taste more of his pre as a result of his actions. ]
You want it, don't you? Something to suck on until the need goes away.
[Her mouth drops open the moment he tells her to, though she protests slightly as he traces his cock against her bottom lip. Don't ruin my makeup, she'd ordered, but perhaps it's an inevitability that her lipstick is going to be smeared in the midst of all this. At least he hasn't deliberately ruined it just yet.
Not that it really matters right now, not really. Not that she's got any capacity to think once he orders her to stick her tongue out and does such a hideous-awful-fantastic fucking thing. God, and another wave of arousal hits her, leaving her wet and aching, her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed as she stares up at him. She can't decide if she's indignant or hideously turned on by what he's doing; likely both, because isn't that always the way with him? But she certainly doesn't pull back; her tongue stays out, saliva and precome both coating it, her breath hot as she pants around him.]
Uh-huh--
[She vocalizes it as best she can, unable to hum or speak her answer out. Yes, she wants it, but that's not really the right word, is it? Not now. Now she needs it, because now her mouth has realized just how good things can be and hates that it's not being filled. Her lips throb, her mouth aches for how empty it feels. She'd absolutely beg him for it, she realizes, but why bother begging when she can simply take what she wants? Before she can resist or think better of it, she ducks forward, groaning as she wraps her lips tight around him and slides his prick deep into her mouth.]
Not that it really matters right now, not really. Not that she's got any capacity to think once he orders her to stick her tongue out and does such a hideous-awful-fantastic fucking thing. God, and another wave of arousal hits her, leaving her wet and aching, her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed as she stares up at him. She can't decide if she's indignant or hideously turned on by what he's doing; likely both, because isn't that always the way with him? But she certainly doesn't pull back; her tongue stays out, saliva and precome both coating it, her breath hot as she pants around him.]
Uh-huh--
[She vocalizes it as best she can, unable to hum or speak her answer out. Yes, she wants it, but that's not really the right word, is it? Not now. Now she needs it, because now her mouth has realized just how good things can be and hates that it's not being filled. Her lips throb, her mouth aches for how empty it feels. She'd absolutely beg him for it, she realizes, but why bother begging when she can simply take what she wants? Before she can resist or think better of it, she ducks forward, groaning as she wraps her lips tight around him and slides his prick deep into her mouth.]
[Since he's so fond of earning reactions, he'll surely delight in the way she stiffens and squirms and scowls each time he teasingly threatens to rip the delicate fabric. It isn't overt or obvious, but he gets a response, and that's more than most men have managed.
It's worth it, though, for the way his fingers trace over the curve of her leg. He kisses her, and there's nothing reverent or gentle about it, but still she shivers in response, her toes curling. It's such a reversal from the rough way he'd handled her before, and the whiplash leaves her blinking.
But then he's done, and Rosalind retracts her leg, reclining back on the bed instead.]
It depends on what would please you most. I've a good sense of you, but not enough, not yet. What kind of man are you?
[Because for all she's eager to deprive him, she won't go back on her word. She slips a hand down, sliding her fingers almost idly against herself. She isn't nearly ready to get off again, but there's no harm in the way she pushes her fingers against her cunt, teasing over her entrance and leaving her fingers dripping wet.]
You were so eager to assert the fact you finish wherever you like . . . you might come on me. I won't be stupid enough to make a joke about marking your territory, but you would be the first here to do such a thing. Is that the sort of thing that gets you off?
Mm. I might suggest you watch me take something, but we'll have to save that for next time.
[Not only because she has none of her things here, but because there's no way in hell Rosalind Lutece is going to walk into a sex shop. Robert had done it before; Bigby can do it now if that's something he wants to see. But mm . . . her smile stutters, her eyes going hooded as she keeps moving her fingers.]
Perhaps I'll just say please. Just the once, just for you.
It's worth it, though, for the way his fingers trace over the curve of her leg. He kisses her, and there's nothing reverent or gentle about it, but still she shivers in response, her toes curling. It's such a reversal from the rough way he'd handled her before, and the whiplash leaves her blinking.
But then he's done, and Rosalind retracts her leg, reclining back on the bed instead.]
It depends on what would please you most. I've a good sense of you, but not enough, not yet. What kind of man are you?
[Because for all she's eager to deprive him, she won't go back on her word. She slips a hand down, sliding her fingers almost idly against herself. She isn't nearly ready to get off again, but there's no harm in the way she pushes her fingers against her cunt, teasing over her entrance and leaving her fingers dripping wet.]
You were so eager to assert the fact you finish wherever you like . . . you might come on me. I won't be stupid enough to make a joke about marking your territory, but you would be the first here to do such a thing. Is that the sort of thing that gets you off?
Mm. I might suggest you watch me take something, but we'll have to save that for next time.
[Not only because she has none of her things here, but because there's no way in hell Rosalind Lutece is going to walk into a sex shop. Robert had done it before; Bigby can do it now if that's something he wants to see. But mm . . . her smile stutters, her eyes going hooded as she keeps moving her fingers.]
Perhaps I'll just say please. Just the once, just for you.
It is.
[It is, though there's a moment of . . . something in her gaze. She looks almost surprised, but then it's gone and she's taking a step back.]
Come on. We'll be missed. You certainly will be, anyway, and I've a man to steal a dance from.
[It is, though there's a moment of . . . something in her gaze. She looks almost surprised, but then it's gone and she's taking a step back.]
Come on. We'll be missed. You certainly will be, anyway, and I've a man to steal a dance from.
And I've more people to scandalize. It's hardly a party without me around being up to no good after all, dashing about and causing a stir that'll leave people talking about me for days afterward.
[It was nice though to be away from it all for a moment, taken in by Rosalind and her soft lips she couldn't help but be entranced by. It's only a little bittersweet when she steps back and walks toward the doors they came from if only because there's so much more she would like to do with her but another time, another place. Olympia her brain reminds her, and she cannot make her way to there soon enough. She stops after only a few steps to look back over her shoulder with a playful smile as if to beckon her forward.]
Well, let's go then. Before I change my mind and decide I do actually want you all to myself tonight.
[It was nice though to be away from it all for a moment, taken in by Rosalind and her soft lips she couldn't help but be entranced by. It's only a little bittersweet when she steps back and walks toward the doors they came from if only because there's so much more she would like to do with her but another time, another place. Olympia her brain reminds her, and she cannot make her way to there soon enough. She stops after only a few steps to look back over her shoulder with a playful smile as if to beckon her forward.]
Well, let's go then. Before I change my mind and decide I do actually want you all to myself tonight.
[He's led willingly to a darker space, enough to called a little alcove if one truly wanted to put a word to where they find themselves. She's being bossy again, and he's not surprised; instinct to be difficult fights with the ever growing desire to kiss her, especially when they're this close, and Ardyn has to make the executive decision concerning which he wants to humor more.
He decides, then, that he can do a little bit of both. He does not feel her warmth (just as if he does not feel the cold, it is not poignant enough to be experienced through what ails him, it exists so far away), but she should be able to feel his quite easily. Especially when he leans in, an elbow pressed against the wall, so that he is very close and practically pressed up against her. Leaning in, but not doing more than that. A terrible tease, and his teeth briefly work at his lower lip for a moment.]
Come here and do what? Hm?
He decides, then, that he can do a little bit of both. He does not feel her warmth (just as if he does not feel the cold, it is not poignant enough to be experienced through what ails him, it exists so far away), but she should be able to feel his quite easily. Especially when he leans in, an elbow pressed against the wall, so that he is very close and practically pressed up against her. Leaning in, but not doing more than that. A terrible tease, and his teeth briefly work at his lower lip for a moment.]
Come here and do what? Hm?
[It's very hard not to act petulant when he does things like this. It's hard not to scowl and snap and turn on her heel to head away, because Rosalind has never taken well to teasing. Even Robert had been careful about how he'd done it, lest he invoke her irritation; Ardyn, on the other hand, seems to delight in metaphorically prodding at her to see what she might do.
It's a competition now, though. It's a battle of endurance and temptation, but Rosalind is growing weary of it. She wants to kiss him. If they're to fight, let it be a fight they conduct physically, not verbally.
His breath is hot against her lips, and Rosalind tips her head, though her gaze stays locked on his.]
And here you promised not to be insufferable.
[She closes the distance between them before he can respond. There, and it's a firm kiss, hungry and eager to dominate. Rosalind steps forward, pressing herself against him, immensely satisfied (and that isn't entirely due to the compulsion set on them, no, because insufferable as he is, it's an insufferably she's attracted to. Much like Bigby, really. Much like all the insufferable, immortal men she knows, and what a life, that she knows more than one).
Mine. He isn't hers, not really, not beyond that sham of a marriage they tease each other with-- but still, mine, just for this kiss, just for this moment, and she bites at his bottom lip, eager to claim.]
It's a competition now, though. It's a battle of endurance and temptation, but Rosalind is growing weary of it. She wants to kiss him. If they're to fight, let it be a fight they conduct physically, not verbally.
His breath is hot against her lips, and Rosalind tips her head, though her gaze stays locked on his.]
And here you promised not to be insufferable.
[She closes the distance between them before he can respond. There, and it's a firm kiss, hungry and eager to dominate. Rosalind steps forward, pressing herself against him, immensely satisfied (and that isn't entirely due to the compulsion set on them, no, because insufferable as he is, it's an insufferably she's attracted to. Much like Bigby, really. Much like all the insufferable, immortal men she knows, and what a life, that she knows more than one).
Mine. He isn't hers, not really, not beyond that sham of a marriage they tease each other with-- but still, mine, just for this kiss, just for this moment, and she bites at his bottom lip, eager to claim.]
[She pauses for a moment, considering her answer.]
Because I was hailed as one of the key architects, and one of the people who brought it to fruition. And such was the nature of the patriarch that he assumed this birth of his metropolis would be the pride and joy of my life. But truth be told, it was only a means to an end for me. Something I did in order to get something that I wanted.
Because I was hailed as one of the key architects, and one of the people who brought it to fruition. And such was the nature of the patriarch that he assumed this birth of his metropolis would be the pride and joy of my life. But truth be told, it was only a means to an end for me. Something I did in order to get something that I wanted.
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What was it you wanted?
[She reminded him of some of the women of the Southron lands, the few he had seen in Winterfell when King Robert visited and later when he met with Cersei in the Dragonpit. She wasn't callous or cruel like Cersei, but she was ambitious. It wasn't the sort of life he knew or understood, but he could at least admire that aspect.]
[She reminded him of some of the women of the Southron lands, the few he had seen in Winterfell when King Robert visited and later when he met with Cersei in the Dragonpit. She wasn't callous or cruel like Cersei, but she was ambitious. It wasn't the sort of life he knew or understood, but he could at least admire that aspect.]
At the time? Funding. I had any number of projects I needed to complete, but unfortunately, no money with which to do them.
[Needed, not wanted, and there's a vital difference between the two words. For Rosalind, at least one of those projects was absolutely necessary-- not just for her scientific curiosity, but her wellbeing.]
[Needed, not wanted, and there's a vital difference between the two words. For Rosalind, at least one of those projects was absolutely necessary-- not just for her scientific curiosity, but her wellbeing.]
[ she should just accept now that things are going to be filthy and lewd when it comes to Bigby. not all of it can even be blamed on the man, considering it had been Rosalind that approached him, stole his candy and dragged the both of them into a classroom so that she can get a taste of his cock again. while she finds conflict with the way he sloppily smears the blunt head of his length against her tongue, he's more than happy with the view, with the way she obliges him so easily and most importantly how she merely mumbles in agreement as to how badly she wants it.
it's only now that he realizes there must have been something to that damned candy cane, because Rosalind hadn't been like this the first time she was on her knees for Bigby. her eyes are filled with a type of hunger that's only seen in his as a wolf hunting for prey and preparing to sink his teeth into it. luckily for him, she seems less inclined to involve such an uncomfortable practice. she instead acts out of greed, not even waiting for his guidance to take him inside her mouth. there's a grunt from him, one of surprise at how quick she is. ]
Calm... nngh, the hell down, Ms. Lutece. Acting like it's going to go anywhere anytime soon. Fuck.
[ she's still got a long way to go if she's truly attempting to fill both mouth and throat, but she is on the right track for sure. the true surprise is how Bigby is capable of stopping himself from grabbing her head and helping her along in the process, but he doesn't want to spoil the experience for someone who seems truly devoted to accomplishing the task herself. ]
it's only now that he realizes there must have been something to that damned candy cane, because Rosalind hadn't been like this the first time she was on her knees for Bigby. her eyes are filled with a type of hunger that's only seen in his as a wolf hunting for prey and preparing to sink his teeth into it. luckily for him, she seems less inclined to involve such an uncomfortable practice. she instead acts out of greed, not even waiting for his guidance to take him inside her mouth. there's a grunt from him, one of surprise at how quick she is. ]
Calm... nngh, the hell down, Ms. Lutece. Acting like it's going to go anywhere anytime soon. Fuck.
[ she's still got a long way to go if she's truly attempting to fill both mouth and throat, but she is on the right track for sure. the true surprise is how Bigby is capable of stopping himself from grabbing her head and helping her along in the process, but he doesn't want to spoil the experience for someone who seems truly devoted to accomplishing the task herself. ]
[She pulls back. He might be inclined to think she's going to pull the same stunt she had last time, taunting him with not giving him what she wants, but that's hardly her goal. Frankly, Rosalind isn't entirely certain she could do that right now; her mouth is watering already, and she licks her lips again. She can taste him there, bitter and coating her mouth, and soon enough she'll duck back in to swallow him again.
But not just yet. No, all she wants right now is the ability to speak for a moment. Whatever influence that candy-cane has on her, it isn't enough to stop her from retorting, even a little. She substitutes her mouth with her hand for a few seconds, gripping him tightly and stroking him, fingers gliding against his wet prick as she watches him.]
And here I thought you liked enthusiasm, Mr. Wolf. You certainly seemed to the last time I took you in my mouth.
[Ms. Lutece, he calls her sometimes, and she wonders why that is. She hardly minds it; quite the opposite, point in fact. But she wonders if it's meant as a quiet taunt or if he simply likes the veneer of politeness to contrast with the filth of what they're doing.]
Do you want me to go slower?
[She leans in. Her lipstick, despite his ministrations, isn't yet wiped away; she runs her lips over the tip of his cock, letting the pre smear over her lips, a startling contrast to the dark red lipstick.]
Tell me.
But not just yet. No, all she wants right now is the ability to speak for a moment. Whatever influence that candy-cane has on her, it isn't enough to stop her from retorting, even a little. She substitutes her mouth with her hand for a few seconds, gripping him tightly and stroking him, fingers gliding against his wet prick as she watches him.]
And here I thought you liked enthusiasm, Mr. Wolf. You certainly seemed to the last time I took you in my mouth.
[Ms. Lutece, he calls her sometimes, and she wonders why that is. She hardly minds it; quite the opposite, point in fact. But she wonders if it's meant as a quiet taunt or if he simply likes the veneer of politeness to contrast with the filth of what they're doing.]
Do you want me to go slower?
[She leans in. Her lipstick, despite his ministrations, isn't yet wiped away; she runs her lips over the tip of his cock, letting the pre smear over her lips, a startling contrast to the dark red lipstick.]
Tell me.
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Sounds boring. [ She was actually pretty blunt with it. ] Glad you learned more than that. Because you wanted to, I mean.
[ Because she can't imagine it — she thinks of the nobility of the raging capitols in Eos, how prim and proper. How selfless the Oracle had been. Well-respected, it was a birthright to be silent and follow a path. Aranea hates that — she's made her own path her entire life. So to know Rosalind was far from some 'well-rounded' young woman — that there was a fire there... it makes her smirk a bit. ]
And now here you are playing with magic.
[ Because she can't imagine it — she thinks of the nobility of the raging capitols in Eos, how prim and proper. How selfless the Oracle had been. Well-respected, it was a birthright to be silent and follow a path. Aranea hates that — she's made her own path her entire life. So to know Rosalind was far from some 'well-rounded' young woman — that there was a fire there... it makes her smirk a bit. ]
And now here you are playing with magic.
[She laughs again, louder and startled, at that blunt assessment.]
Now, now . . . you haven't even heard me sing. And my dancing lessons are certainly coming in handy, aren't they?
[But she won't deny she enjoys the science and the magic far, far more than any idiotic nobility lesson.]
Though I don't know about magic. Or was that meant to be a sly little reference to us?
Now, now . . . you haven't even heard me sing. And my dancing lessons are certainly coming in handy, aren't they?
[But she won't deny she enjoys the science and the magic far, far more than any idiotic nobility lesson.]
Though I don't know about magic. Or was that meant to be a sly little reference to us?
[ Sorry, she's just going to swoop the woman into her arms in a poor attempt to keep her from getting too arrogant. ]
Time and a place for everything, but some people who focus on studies lose out on living.
[ Her nose scrunches as Rosalind tries to pin her as a romantic — as if she would slip that out. She plays hard to get, shaking her head. ]
If that's what you want to think, yeah — but I call that glitter in the dance hall magic. What we have, I call something else.
Time and a place for everything, but some people who focus on studies lose out on living.
[ Her nose scrunches as Rosalind tries to pin her as a romantic — as if she would slip that out. She plays hard to get, shaking her head. ]
If that's what you want to think, yeah — but I call that glitter in the dance hall magic. What we have, I call something else.
[There's a little jerk as Aranea tugs her in close, a momentary lapse in expression that shows she was startled for just a moment. Oh, and it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling; she arches her back, pleased to be suddenly closer.]
Tell me.
[Because she's honestly curious. She hates the term magic, but that doesn't mean she dislikes hearing about other worlds or their abilities.]
Tell me.
[Because she's honestly curious. She hates the term magic, but that doesn't mean she dislikes hearing about other worlds or their abilities.]
A few things, actually.
[ She press her fingers to the dip of Rosalind's back, holding her still — tighter to her form. Her words are meant to clarify. ]
Brainless.
[ Leaning in closer, there's a slight nuzzle — something she can't stop herself from doing. ]
Risky.
[ Her mind swims with the division — Olympia and Wyver, brain and brawn — ]
Fun.
[ It's a soft kiss, one dragging to Rosalind's ear. ]
Good enough?
[ She press her fingers to the dip of Rosalind's back, holding her still — tighter to her form. Her words are meant to clarify. ]
Brainless.
[ Leaning in closer, there's a slight nuzzle — something she can't stop herself from doing. ]
Risky.
[ Her mind swims with the division — Olympia and Wyver, brain and brawn — ]
Fun.
[ It's a soft kiss, one dragging to Rosalind's ear. ]
Good enough?
[Her eyes widen as Aranea leans in. For all that they've been dancing with one another, it's still been in the dimness of the side of the gala. It's not been such a risky thing, not yet, not when they were a foot apart and swaying.
But to have her tug her in, to nuzzle against her and breathe hot against her ear and murmur that--]
That's, ah--
[That's not what I meant, but her academic curiosity, for once, can be put to the side. Rosalind tips her head, her eyes closing for a moment as she brings them to a still.]
Keep going.
But to have her tug her in, to nuzzle against her and breathe hot against her ear and murmur that--]
That's, ah--
[That's not what I meant, but her academic curiosity, for once, can be put to the side. Rosalind tips her head, her eyes closing for a moment as she brings them to a still.]
Keep going.
I'm not a walking thesaurus — let's just chalk it up to..
[ Her hand tenses tightly against Rosalind's back, steadying her as they just idly sway. The moment lingers, her lips pressed soft against her jawline. A husky, dry voice whispers only to her: ]
Good.
[ Her hand tenses tightly against Rosalind's back, steadying her as they just idly sway. The moment lingers, her lips pressed soft against her jawline. A husky, dry voice whispers only to her: ]
Good.
[Christ. Rosalind's head tips downwards, her lips parting for a moment as she exhales unsteadily.]
You know . . .
[She turns her head, nosing against her gently, her fingers tightening against her.]
I believe I'm getting tired of attending this gala. What do you say we step out for a breath of fresh air?
You know . . .
[She turns her head, nosing against her gently, her fingers tightening against her.]
I believe I'm getting tired of attending this gala. What do you say we step out for a breath of fresh air?
[ what kind of man is he? that's a loaded question. an honest answer is saying he isn't a man at all, but he isn't prepared to go down that road when his cock is out and her legs are spread and they are both very naked for the first time. the implication of what she is asking is obvious and he only thinks on it for a moment longer before finding himself distracted in the way her fingers dance along the sensitive nerves of her mound. brief and idle as it may be, it's a pleasant view. pairing it with the idea of her quote unquote taking something makes all the better. ]
It wouldn't be a bad idea to make a mess of you, no. [ if she's going to reach down and touch herself, he will do the same. fingers squeeze at the base of his cock as he strokes up, giving himself some temporary relief. even if he's had an orgasm of his own, he's dealt with an erection throughout the entirety of hers. ] But there's only one thing you're going to be taking that I care about, and that's from me.
[ there's a hand on the side of her knee as he pushes her legs apart further until the one he is touching is on its side and pressed into the sheets. he wants a better view since the one she has of him is out and in the open. he's stroking at a more languid pace now, showing he is capable of taking his time when he chooses to. ]
That doesn't count, right? Saying please like that. If that's what you're going to do, I want to hear a please what. What do you want from me, Rosalind.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to make a mess of you, no. [ if she's going to reach down and touch herself, he will do the same. fingers squeeze at the base of his cock as he strokes up, giving himself some temporary relief. even if he's had an orgasm of his own, he's dealt with an erection throughout the entirety of hers. ] But there's only one thing you're going to be taking that I care about, and that's from me.
[ there's a hand on the side of her knee as he pushes her legs apart further until the one he is touching is on its side and pressed into the sheets. he wants a better view since the one she has of him is out and in the open. he's stroking at a more languid pace now, showing he is capable of taking his time when he chooses to. ]
That doesn't count, right? Saying please like that. If that's what you're going to do, I want to hear a please what. What do you want from me, Rosalind.
[She shifts, moving with his prompting, spreading her legs wider so he can look all he likes. Two fingers trace over her entrance again and again, dipping down low and pressing hard without ever quite forcing their way forward, as her teeth worry at her bottom lip again. It'd be the work of a moment to slip her fingers forward, but that'd miss the point entirely. Much better to tease herself over and over, so when she finally ends up taking him she'll be all the more hungry for it.
Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.
Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.
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