ftb

[devotedtothecore]

For FTB shenanigans '-'

Comments

[devotedtothecore]

[ yes ok that does make it a bit easier to keep doing this. lifting a leg over hers, shifting weight to his knees, metal fingers slipping from her hand to cup the side of her face in turn ]

[thevineintervention]

[ she leans into the cold metal even as her head tips back, tongue exploring the roof of his mouth ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...lets her, legs stretching out to lay his body more fully over hers, a finger light running over the curve of her ear ]

[thevineintervention]

[ moving on from his mouth then, kissing up the side of his jaw ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ exhale. inhale.

head turning to the side, opening more to her. his good hand slides along her ribs and up, cupping her right breast through thing fabric. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ arches into his touch, fingers sliding back into his hair ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ light touches, smoothing over creased cloth, thumb moving in slow strokes over the nipple.

lowers his head, putting his lips to where collarbone lies bare. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ there's a quiet, sharp inhale at his touch which fades into a thready laugh.


her nails trace light patterns in his scalp ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...blinks.

lifts his head just enough to look at her face ]

[thevineintervention]

[ oh snap. her eyes meet his, and there's lingering hints of the glossiness and vacancy to her gaze he saw in the dream before she looks away quickly. ]


Don't stop.

[devotedtothecore]

[ even with the dark obscuring his face, it's obvious enough he caught sight of that in the brief, unmoving silence that follows. ]

[devotedtothecore]

As you will.

[ the hand on her breast moves again, caressing, holding, as he lowers his head again to the space between neck and shoulder, brushing damp over skin with tongue and gentle teeth. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ doesn't really quite breathe until he's touching her again and then it's a deep stead inhale. exhale. slowly she brings a hand back up to his hair, softly this time ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ a few moments more, moving slowly, his own heavy breath ghosting over her.

eventually raises himself on his elbows, arms and legs shifting further along her body... hands leaving her chest and the side of her head to rest on the straps of her nightgown, sliding and pulling them over the curves of her shoulders, and down. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ scoots up a bit to help him ]


Aaah, really Chrysos Kinneas, it has taken you long enough.

[devotedtothecore]

....

[ just. keeps that up, tugging the loose neckline past her chest. ]

If you would I make haste...

[thevineintervention]

[ ~boobs in the moonlight~ laughing softly again ]


Not now, no.

[devotedtothecore]

[ ok yes he would retort but for being distracted by the... view...


pulls cloth off one dark wrist, then the other, before his hands move to splay against the sides of her ribs as he dips his head, taking a nipple into his mouth ]

[thevineintervention]

Ah!

[ her breath hitches again, but the fingers in his hair keep urging him on. like her brother's, there is is something slightly inhuman about her skin. a little too smooth here, a little too rough in that patch. all of it tating just so slightly of crushed leaves ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...don't think.

Don't think at all. Feel, taste, smell... but don't think.

So he doesn't stop. Alternating between sucking on it and pulling back to brush the tip of his tongue against the very tip, tracing the edges, his hands sliding over her to feel out, explore, even his metal fingers grown warm as they lay against skin. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ seems, if anything, to be responding more to the touch of his machine hand than the other. She's not in the least modest with letting him explore- unlike another, her body is relatively unblemished by scars (though there will be the occasional bud of tiny green new growth) ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ moves his head from one breast to the other, pausing on the way to nuzzle the space in between them, laying a trail of kisses down. touch careful against the soft buds of growth, lest they bruise.

palms and fingers eventually slip down along her sides again, to the folds of cloth gathered at her waist, pushing them down. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ well '////' well yes OK good but in that case she's going to be tugging up his shirt as well ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ lets her, though as it comes up to his chest he lets go of her clothing, mouth leaving her breast, and sits up enough for her to pull it off the rest of the way, over his head and arms.

The moonlight's just enough to see by, to show her that as it used to be, his own skin is bare of design... making the other marks, many new since the days of the City, stand out all the more. Scars thick and thin, pitted and lined over the lean muscle of chest and gut and shoulders, the most prominent a dark, long furrow stretching across his ribs. Around his left side, the edges of an almost delicate filigree of them wind over the hip, disappearing further behind. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ she holds a breath and let's it out slowly, reaching up to place fingertips lightly on a particularly nasty looking scar ]