[ To put it bluntly: yes. That's exactly what they all were, in the big scheme of things. Destiny and fate dictated by the Gods and their whims. ]
Not all of them... Shiva was wonderful.
[ She'd know, okay. ]
...Yes. Until we can find a way to somehow free ourselves from here, assuming that is even possible... yes. That's all we can do. It is better than sitting around and dwelling on things, yes?
With hallucinations driving people mad, creepy dolls perched outside cabins, an endless darkness with the flame of these lanterns being the only source of light and to keep us safe, and who knows what else might be out there just waiting to have happen.
[ Turning, he shakes his head. ]
Sounds great. [ Yes, that's sarcasm. ] Might as well make myself useful then.
[ To which he makes his way for the front door, figuring it best to just wander off on a walk himself. ]
[ Maybe it's that he never thought he'd see her again. Maybe it's the thought of losing her here. Maybe it's his remembering the day he had seen her on his television entering the city as the Princess of Tenebrae. He doesn't know why and it's not as though he's given much in the way of time to figure it out. Because when she nips at his heels with her words, he stops. He turns on bare heels to face her and rather than argue further with her, rather than tell her why none of this is so easy to swallow or accept as being anywhere close to being fine or some second chance in disguise, he kisses her. He kisses her in a way that is quick and impulsive and something he hasn't realized he's wanted to do. But the moment he does, he finds it something beyond difficult to pull from. Yet he does, with a gasp, speechless and staring to her and almost positive that his heart is seconds away from pounding out of his chest. ]
[ To think that this all started because she made the silly decision to try and take off on a pointless little walk. She's glad, at least, that he got to get some of this off of his chest. That he can at least vent some of his frustrations; she hopes that, in the future, he can place his faith in her again. She doesn't mind listening or letting him rant it out.
When he swivels around to face her, she stops before she can bump into him from the suddenness of it. For a split second, she thinks she's pushed her luck and that he's going to snap. What he does surprises her, throws her off guard: she's never been kissed before, and she's not at all expecting this. She gasps quietly; there's been an undeniable attraction between them, even she has noticed that. It's hard to deny the pull that he has on her, or that she very much enjoys spending time with him.
Even if he wants to pull away? That's not happening now. Because just as impulsive, Lunafreya places her hands back onto his cheeks, leans up on her toes and presses her mouth against his again. She's not really sure how this is happening or why it is a thing, but it is a thing. It is happening, and she can't really bother to think that perhaps they've got a lot of talking to do. How can she, when this feels so... right? ]
[ At first, he'd thought he had overstepped his boundaries. To just flat out kiss her like that... he wouldn't have blamed her if she slapped him for it. Because even though her and Noctis are no longer engaged, it still feels sudden, still feels impulsive, still feels like it shouldn't be something a Glaive should be doing with a Princess of all people. Yet he finds himself drawn back into her with her hands on his cheeks and his lips against hers and everything seems to somehow melt away in that moment. The very real possibility that any of the other three could walk through that door at any given time, the fact that they'd been more or less arguing with one another just a few seconds ago. The fact that there is a creepy doll that Nyx still feels slightly unsettled about sitting outside the front of the cabin but thankfully not peeking in on them. All of that seems to slip away from him as he finds himself cupping her neck with his hands and returning that kiss with just as much impulse as the first.
This feels like a longtime coming somehow despite how short a time they spent together back on Eos and he finds himself nudging her back through the darkness until she's pressed against the wall, lips blindly brushing over hers as hands slip away from her neck and down to settle on her waist instead. He pulls her flush against him, teeth gently nipping at her lower lip, and he finds himself growing hotter (and harder) the more the seconds tick away as they're like this. The more he drowns in these impulsive and so very wanted kisses. The more he feels himself falling into her. ]
[ There is one tiny portion of her brain that is trying to tell her to stop this, to be reasonable. That they need to slow down, this is impulsive and rushed. But that little voice is being drowned out by needs far greater than being reasonable. She's never been kissed before; no one would have ever dared, considering whom her older brother was. She's never wanted to be kissed. Not until now.
Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]
[ They're both chained to their respective duties, aren't they? Nyx with his constant feeling the need to save and protect not only those he cares about, but as many people as he can. Luna with her Oracle duties which tie to Noctis and that ring he's destined to have. Neither of them have ever really taken time for themselves, taken pleasure for themselves. Always busy with watching over others, ensuring others are safe, are happy... have a chance at a life neither of them could have.
So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]
[ It's true; all they've done, all they've known for the last... forever is making sure that others are taken care of. So who is to say they aren't allowed to take a little time for themselves? They are allowed to be selfish, too. Here, at least, where the chains of fate and duty aren't totally shackled to them, at least.
And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]
[ Were there any amount of decent lighting given, she would see the faint scars which run across his chest which are permanently etched into his skin and ones that he will never forget. But it's muscle she feels instead and they flex and grow tight at the gentle ghosting of her fingers over them; he can't even recall the last time someone had touched him in such a way.
The way she feels so warm and wet against his fingers is already enough to draw out a sound from him. But when she undoes the front of his pants and slips her own hand in for his cock, he moans against the crook of her neck, so much to the point that it even sounds as though a curse softly spills from his lips.
He kisses her again, hard and with that same moan, head spinning as he strokes her with his middle finger. The sounds she makes only make him more eager, two hearts lost in the darkness of the cabin with the flickering of lanterns giving them brief glimpses of one another as they drown in one another through kisses and touches, Nyx cradling her face as he so eagerly yet lovingly drowns in her lips.
But the need between their legs outshines any moments to be tender or soft and he shifts with lips still brushing over hers, hands blindly stripping her of her underwear before coming to grip slender hips as he lifts her up and presses her hard against the wall again. His lips rarely leave her own, even as he helps her wrap her legs around him and cradles her face between his hands for a deeper kiss. This isn't really how he imagined any of this going, how he thought he'd ever make a move on her. Not that he really planned to but... it seems there'd been a little more unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that either of them thought and so it's led to this. Desperate and needy and starved for the other.
He ducks his head down for a moment between them, pushing his pants down just a little further before he grips his length between his hand, lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, feeling her rub against the head of his cock and she's just as eager for him as he is for her. Shit. He'll deal with whatever comes after this later. With an open-mouth kiss to her lips, he holds tight to the small of her back with his one hand while he slides himself inside her with the help of the other and just groans against those lips as she takes him. ]
[ She, in turn, is glad for the faint light, and for the fact that her dress, whilst hiked up, isn't hiked up all the way. Like Nyx, she's got scars, but the most prominent is a large, thick scar under her rib cage where a certain dagger was stabbed into her body. The wound, which was still bleeding and gaping when she arrived, has since closed, but it's not particularly something that she really enjoys letting anyone see. It was bad enough letting poor Ignis see it.
That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]
[ If this were any other time, he might have been more slow and gentle with this. Take his time, touch her all over in places and ways that would make her sigh. But desperation runs hot through his veins and apparently, hers as well. An explosion of emotions and feelings and desires for one another - for one thing - that anything slow and gentle just won't do, isn't what's needed in this moment here in the dark. It's that rough, raw, insatiable passion they both crave from each other and it's exactly why he has her up against the wall like this.
With only a couple seconds for a moment to breathe, he kisses her again. Hard. Hands gripping at her breasts through her dress as he rocks up into her desperately. His head spins, grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be, though he'd be a damn liar to say he hadn't wondered about it once or twice.
He kisses at her cheek, her neck, trailing wet marks down her jaw until he finds her lips again, hands slipping down to grasp more tightly at slender hips, needing to pull her more into him with every quick, hard thrust. ]
[ Luna hadn't realized, at least until right now, that Nyx was having similar thoughts and feelings to her own. That he, too, felt the attraction that they clearly had towards one another. That her own wasn't just one sided. He doesn't strike her as the type to be so impulsive, either... on the battlefield yes, but not when it comes to these matters. Nyx really is the whole package and more; he's kind, protective, caring, respectful, handsome. Even now, even in the heat of the moment there's a feeling of being safe with him, as if despite the fact they are currently up against a wall in the middle of the living room, in his presence they are the only two in this world and they are safe.
His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]
[ She's not the only one who feels something building up within and it drives his movements to become harder and quicker and deeper. The way she wraps herself around him, holds him tight in ways he can't even remember being held before... it's enough to drive any man into such a desperate, needy state, and there's still a part of him somewhere that can't believe this is actually happening between them.
The only thing he can hear in the darkness of the cabin is the desperate sounds of their fucking in the dark and their ragged breathing which falls against flushed skin. Giving in like this is apparently something they've both needed and as much as he wants to draw it out, to slide in and out of her over and over again, with how desperate and needy they are with one another like this, it's bound to be short-lived.
His lips brush over hers, the gentle caress of her name nothing more than a strained whisper. She's so warm, so gorgeous even in the darkness like this. She's everything he shouldn't have and yet he's inside her, pushing her up against the wall with every thrust he makes her take and she sounds so lovely as she begs for more in her own way. ]
[ He can slide in and out of her again later. Probably. She doesn't know if this is ever going to happen again, honestly, or what comes after this. She's not really thinking about that right now, though; she's thinking more along the lines of what's happening in the moment. The way he feels inside her, the way he surrounds her.
She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]
[ What comes later doesn't even matter in this moment between them, despite it approaching quicker and quicker with every thrust he makes into her. The so-called consequences of this moment of theirs... can there really be any? They're both adults, both free of any sort of relationship, but Luna... whether or not she harbors lingering feelings for the young king is... something he's not so sure about, something he might simply be a replacement for in the physical sense. Regardless, she's here. Pressed flush against him and the wall. Moving as he does. Feeling what he does. Letting everything out for the first time in a long time.
He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]
[ Luna's a worrier. Even if she doesn't let anyone else see it, she worries, she thinks ahead... it's just how her brain is wired. Except she didn't really think ahead this time around, considering what is currently transpiring... not that it matters. She just knows that this, whatever it may be and whatever it may lead to, feels right and is something that as supposed to happen.
She can feel something spill into her, something warm and she knows exactly what that is. She's not too worried, not concerned about anything coming of it. They're dead, after all... procreation can't exactly happen between two very deceased people. As he buries his face into her neck, she runs her fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to be soothing, something that just comes naturally after everything.
Even as she pets his hair and tries to catch her breath, her brain is booting back up and kicking into overdrive. They just did this, this really happened; they just had sex, out in the open where anyone could just barge in. Does she regret it? No. Never. But now she has no idea what is going to happen, how this is supposed to work.
It's what makes her lean in, press her cheek against his own and close her eyes. It's okay for right now... right now, she just wants to remain close, even if for a little while, and not think about what comes next. ]
[ She's not the only one wondering that now, even as he slowly comes down from that high he's managed to get himself on and with the help of her wrapped so tightly around him. The weight of this moment slowly begins to descend upon him and as he holds her there against the wall, breathing heavy, he sighs against her neck. His eyes remain shut, the warmth beginning to recede and the coolness of the night air gently coming to touch his skin. Now comes the awkward part, right? ]
You ok?
[ He goes with that first, pulling back from the crook of her neck and lifting his head just enough to look to her through the darkness. It's still difficult to see and that might be a good thing, all things considered. But he's careful in the way he holds her there against the wall, not yet setting her down. ]
[ This is definitely a little bit awkward. Except not as much as it might be if they were both, you know, totally naked. And in the light. Fortunately, awkward though it may slightly be, Lunafreya trusts Nyx and if this had to happen with anyone, she's glad it was with him. But it still doesn't answer the question: what now? ]
Yes, very much so. Are you?
[ She meets his gaze when he lifts his head, a hand against his cheek again as she tries to gauge his reaction and tries to get a read on what he's feeling right now. Did he enjoy that, even? What if he didn't? What if he hates her after all of this? These are all thoughts that continue to come to her, even now.
What even are they now? Friends, still? Friends with... benefits?? Is that not what people call this? She's not even sure. ]
[ He chuckles softly at that, leaning into her touch for only a moment before he shifts then and, with care, eases her down from the wall, mindful of her hiking dress and all. Not as messy as it might have been any other way (or time?) but, not exactly without a bit of a mess either.
Now just comes the... confusing and awkward part. Though it shouldn't be, right? Not really. But considering where they are and who they have living with them... it might be. Just a bit. ]
[ She sounds amused, at least, even as she leans in to press a warm kiss against the cheek that isn't covered by her hand. When she feels him shifting, she slowly loosens her legs from around his hips and allows him to lower her back down onto the floor. She's grateful for the decency of it all, honestly, but she's not entirely sure what happens now.
It would be easy to awkwardly walk off, but that's not her style. She's direct... always has been and always will be. Which is why after a few moments of silence, she peers up at him again. ]
But as she asks, he's tucking himself back into his pants, shirt... lost somewhere to the floor which he tries to spot through the darkness before he looks back to her with a drag of his teeth over his lower lip. Gently, he gives a shake of his head. ]
I... don't really know. Shower probably. I mean... you should. Probably.
[ This isn't exactly what she was talking about. Maybe he didn't realize that, or if he did, maybe he doesn't want to talk about that. Or... of anything that they just did. So the best approach is to just... brush it all off. Probably.
She glances off to the side. ]
Oh... yes. Of course. I will go do that. Unless you want to first.
[ Once more, he shakes his head, stepping back enough to have her slip by him. ]
Ladies first.
[ Yet before she does go to do that, he reaches out for her wrist, fingers gently wrapping around it, and pulls her close to him for a gentle brush of his lips over hers. A kiss. He lets it linger against her lips, forehead pressed to hers and eyes fallen shut. Sighing, he ducks his head some before he nods, meaning to pull back and let her go. ]
[ She never is, not wanting to hog all of the warm water. She smiles at him and means to walk past him, but she feels his hand on her wrist, and she stops. It all happens so fast, the way he pulls her close and kisses her again. She is quick to return his affectionate kiss, her free hand finding the back of his neck. She enjoys the closeness, even if this all adds into her confusion.
When he pulls back, she leans up on her toes to press one last, quick kiss against his lips before he can retreat entirely, her smile widening somewhat. ]
I will make sure to do that specifically because of your request.
[ Giving him one last smile, she turns to head to the bathroom, to take a nice cold shower and wonder what the hell they are supposed to be now, what happens next. One step at a time... ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:40 am (UTC)Not all of them... Shiva was wonderful.
[ She'd know, okay. ]
...Yes. Until we can find a way to somehow free ourselves from here, assuming that is even possible... yes. That's all we can do. It is better than sitting around and dwelling on things, yes?
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:44 am (UTC)[ And how dryly that's said. ]
With hallucinations driving people mad, creepy dolls perched outside cabins, an endless darkness with the flame of these lanterns being the only source of light and to keep us safe, and who knows what else might be out there just waiting to have happen.
[ Turning, he shakes his head. ]
Sounds great. [ Yes, that's sarcasm. ] Might as well make myself useful then.
[ To which he makes his way for the front door, figuring it best to just wander off on a walk himself. ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:48 am (UTC)[ Negativity isn't going to help things. And frankly, she's had enough of that to last her entire after life. ]
Please? Try? [ But there he goes, and now once again she's at his heels, walking after him. ]
The only thing we can do is make the best of what we have. So please, Nyx. Just settle down. Come, sit down with me for a while.
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Date: 2019-10-27 05:06 am (UTC)When he swivels around to face her, she stops before she can bump into him from the suddenness of it. For a split second, she thinks she's pushed her luck and that he's going to snap. What he does surprises her, throws her off guard: she's never been kissed before, and she's not at all expecting this. She gasps quietly; there's been an undeniable attraction between them, even she has noticed that. It's hard to deny the pull that he has on her, or that she very much enjoys spending time with him.
Even if he wants to pull away? That's not happening now. Because just as impulsive, Lunafreya places her hands back onto his cheeks, leans up on her toes and presses her mouth against his again. She's not really sure how this is happening or why it is a thing, but it is a thing. It is happening, and she can't really bother to think that perhaps they've got a lot of talking to do. How can she, when this feels so... right? ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 05:19 am (UTC)This feels like a longtime coming somehow despite how short a time they spent together back on Eos and he finds himself nudging her back through the darkness until she's pressed against the wall, lips blindly brushing over hers as hands slip away from her neck and down to settle on her waist instead. He pulls her flush against him, teeth gently nipping at her lower lip, and he finds himself growing hotter (and harder) the more the seconds tick away as they're like this. The more he drowns in these impulsive and so very wanted kisses. The more he feels himself falling into her. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:23 am (UTC)Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:50 am (UTC)So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 03:19 am (UTC)And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:01 am (UTC)The way she feels so warm and wet against his fingers is already enough to draw out a sound from him. But when she undoes the front of his pants and slips her own hand in for his cock, he moans against the crook of her neck, so much to the point that it even sounds as though a curse softly spills from his lips.
He kisses her again, hard and with that same moan, head spinning as he strokes her with his middle finger. The sounds she makes only make him more eager, two hearts lost in the darkness of the cabin with the flickering of lanterns giving them brief glimpses of one another as they drown in one another through kisses and touches, Nyx cradling her face as he so eagerly yet lovingly drowns in her lips.
But the need between their legs outshines any moments to be tender or soft and he shifts with lips still brushing over hers, hands blindly stripping her of her underwear before coming to grip slender hips as he lifts her up and presses her hard against the wall again. His lips rarely leave her own, even as he helps her wrap her legs around him and cradles her face between his hands for a deeper kiss. This isn't really how he imagined any of this going, how he thought he'd ever make a move on her. Not that he really planned to but... it seems there'd been a little more unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that either of them thought and so it's led to this. Desperate and needy and starved for the other.
He ducks his head down for a moment between them, pushing his pants down just a little further before he grips his length between his hand, lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, feeling her rub against the head of his cock and she's just as eager for him as he is for her. Shit. He'll deal with whatever comes after this later. With an open-mouth kiss to her lips, he holds tight to the small of her back with his one hand while he slides himself inside her with the help of the other and just groans against those lips as she takes him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-29 07:56 am (UTC)That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 06:14 am (UTC)With only a couple seconds for a moment to breathe, he kisses her again. Hard. Hands gripping at her breasts through her dress as he rocks up into her desperately. His head spins, grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be, though he'd be a damn liar to say he hadn't wondered about it once or twice.
He kisses at her cheek, her neck, trailing wet marks down her jaw until he finds her lips again, hands slipping down to grasp more tightly at slender hips, needing to pull her more into him with every quick, hard thrust. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 07:56 pm (UTC)His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 09:05 pm (UTC)The only thing he can hear in the darkness of the cabin is the desperate sounds of their fucking in the dark and their ragged breathing which falls against flushed skin. Giving in like this is apparently something they've both needed and as much as he wants to draw it out, to slide in and out of her over and over again, with how desperate and needy they are with one another like this, it's bound to be short-lived.
His lips brush over hers, the gentle caress of her name nothing more than a strained whisper. She's so warm, so gorgeous even in the darkness like this. She's everything he shouldn't have and yet he's inside her, pushing her up against the wall with every thrust he makes her take and she sounds so lovely as she begs for more in her own way. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 09:31 pm (UTC)She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 10:00 pm (UTC)He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 11:17 pm (UTC)She can feel something spill into her, something warm and she knows exactly what that is. She's not too worried, not concerned about anything coming of it. They're dead, after all... procreation can't exactly happen between two very deceased people. As he buries his face into her neck, she runs her fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to be soothing, something that just comes naturally after everything.
Even as she pets his hair and tries to catch her breath, her brain is booting back up and kicking into overdrive. They just did this, this really happened; they just had sex, out in the open where anyone could just barge in. Does she regret it? No. Never. But now she has no idea what is going to happen, how this is supposed to work.
It's what makes her lean in, press her cheek against his own and close her eyes. It's okay for right now... right now, she just wants to remain close, even if for a little while, and not think about what comes next. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 11:43 pm (UTC)You ok?
[ He goes with that first, pulling back from the crook of her neck and lifting his head just enough to look to her through the darkness. It's still difficult to see and that might be a good thing, all things considered. But he's careful in the way he holds her there against the wall, not yet setting her down. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 11:49 pm (UTC)Yes, very much so. Are you?
[ She meets his gaze when he lifts his head, a hand against his cheek again as she tries to gauge his reaction and tries to get a read on what he's feeling right now. Did he enjoy that, even? What if he didn't? What if he hates her after all of this? These are all thoughts that continue to come to her, even now.
What even are they now? Friends, still? Friends with... benefits?? Is that not what people call this? She's not even sure. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 11:56 pm (UTC)[ He chuckles softly at that, leaning into her touch for only a moment before he shifts then and, with care, eases her down from the wall, mindful of her hiking dress and all. Not as messy as it might have been any other way (or time?) but, not exactly without a bit of a mess either.
Now just comes the... confusing and awkward part. Though it shouldn't be, right? Not really. But considering where they are and who they have living with them... it might be. Just a bit. ]
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Date: 2019-10-31 12:08 am (UTC)[ She sounds amused, at least, even as she leans in to press a warm kiss against the cheek that isn't covered by her hand. When she feels him shifting, she slowly loosens her legs from around his hips and allows him to lower her back down onto the floor. She's grateful for the decency of it all, honestly, but she's not entirely sure what happens now.
It would be easy to awkwardly walk off, but that's not her style. She's direct... always has been and always will be. Which is why after a few moments of silence, she peers up at him again. ]
...What do we do now?
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Date: 2019-10-31 12:12 am (UTC)But as she asks, he's tucking himself back into his pants, shirt... lost somewhere to the floor which he tries to spot through the darkness before he looks back to her with a drag of his teeth over his lower lip. Gently, he gives a shake of his head. ]
I... don't really know. Shower probably. I mean... you should. Probably.
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Date: 2019-10-31 12:16 am (UTC)She glances off to the side. ]
Oh... yes. Of course. I will go do that. Unless you want to first.
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Date: 2019-10-31 12:23 am (UTC)Ladies first.
[ Yet before she does go to do that, he reaches out for her wrist, fingers gently wrapping around it, and pulls her close to him for a gentle brush of his lips over hers. A kiss. He lets it linger against her lips, forehead pressed to hers and eyes fallen shut. Sighing, he ducks his head some before he nods, meaning to pull back and let her go. ]
Make sure to get behind your ears.
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Date: 2019-10-31 12:30 am (UTC)[ She never is, not wanting to hog all of the warm water. She smiles at him and means to walk past him, but she feels his hand on her wrist, and she stops. It all happens so fast, the way he pulls her close and kisses her again. She is quick to return his affectionate kiss, her free hand finding the back of his neck. She enjoys the closeness, even if this all adds into her confusion.
When he pulls back, she leans up on her toes to press one last, quick kiss against his lips before he can retreat entirely, her smile widening somewhat. ]
I will make sure to do that specifically because of your request.
[ Giving him one last smile, she turns to head to the bathroom, to take a nice cold shower and wonder what the hell they are supposed to be now, what happens next. One step at a time... ]