mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[his hands are yanking on the buttons of her jacket, just muttering lightly,]

This must be a bitch to put on every day...

[ignoring all the gear he used to wear once. but in the mean time, it gives him something to focus on when they're not immediately kissing]

[ snorts: ]

No such thing as zippers at home, so most of the time I'm patient...

And like Bad End isn't just as bad with the buckles on average.

[ speaking of which, nudging her hands up under the hem of his shirt, all the while starting to drag her lips down his neck. ]

I'm simple. At least, I am.

[but as soon as he can, where skin can reach skin, his hand moves over her breast, his hand roughly running over and massaging the skin.

his other hand continues to push her jacket and shirt off of her.]

[ a sharp intake of breath; she pulls back a little just due to her head tilting back on reflex.

she'll help him along by shrugging out of her layers, though, and shoving them to the side, before tugging his shirt up to his armpits. ]

Help me out.

[well-- since she's asked so nicely... he stops for a moment, and grabs the back of his shirt.

pulling it the rest of the way off, and tossing it aside.]

That what you wanted?

Perfect, yes, definitely.

[ she runs her hands up his chest, smoothing over the newly-bare skin, appreciative.

also: now that she's shirtless, she has a lot of scars criss-crossing her torso; there's one large vertical one that goes more or less right through her midsection such that it has a mirror on her back. ]

[he has one set of long scars down the front of his chest-- and then another thin scar along his side, and one more on the opposite arm.

but, he does take a moment to look over her.]

You remember where half those came from?

[and then he leans down, teeth to her neck, biting lightly]

Nnh—

[ for a second she doesn't answer, just—wraps her arms around his shoulders, nails digging a little into his back, and exhales sharply against his skin. ]

...none of them, actually, I just—only, ah, no scars or all of them...

...might be how I died. So—

[ her hands drag down his back, nails trailing over skin, and circle back to front to start working at his pants. ]

[he-- really likes that. her nails digging into his back.]

It's... pretty obviously fatal. Just wasn't sure if-- y'know. Game.

[his breath comes out in puffs along her skin, and then his lips trail downward, caressing over the skin of her breast, teasing.]

...nothing fatal like that, from games. That one, I woke up w—hh, that's—

[ she breaks off, breathless, curling into him a little as she tugs his zipper open.

she's starting to notice those little reactions—same ones she'd make. she combs her hands into his hair roughly, holding him against her. ]

[with her holding him against her, it's pretty easy to place his mouth over her nipple, tongue teasing the mound and testing her reaction.

with one hand keeping her other breast teased, and the free hand tilting down to work on the buttons of her pants. and obviously, he can't really respond-- but honestly with his pants halfway off, it's pretty easy to feel that he's half hard.

something he can tease her with by pressing against her, between her legs]

[ her reaction is immediate, and very good; her hands tighten in his hair and she makes a breathy moan, head tilting back. ]

Fuck, Jason—

[very good indeed. his mouth opens, so he can let the colder air hit the wetness where it had been, and his hand slides into her newly opened pants, between her legs to rub against her panties.]

Gonna have to speak up...

Hhhhhhhyou jerk.

[ but it comes with a gasping half-laugh, her back arching a little, and she pulls him down by the shoulders so that she can drag her teeth down the side of his neck. ]

D'you want me to beg, or what?

Would you?

[his hands move to pull her pants off, since they're just getting comfortable again, lifting her hips lightly to move them down]

I don't think I want to make it that easy for you yet.

[ she braces her feet a little on the side of the bed to lift her hips a little higher for him, and once they're past her knees just kicks them off. ]

Fair enough.

Chances are, I wouldn't like it like this anyway.

[but for him, removing his pants is a matter of just kicking them off, so there's that at least.

his fingers slide past her panties, and in between her legs, teasing her entrance lightly]

[ Her hips twitch a little toward him, legs spreading slightly on instinct, and her breath hitches. ]

...I'm getting the impression you're, ah—not that type, no...

[ she reaches up, hungry for contact, brushing her thumb across his cheek. ]

[he tilts his head down to catch her lips, a rough, sucking kiss, with his tongue pressing inside of her mouth.

and at the same time, his finger slides inside of her, curling, and his thumb moves over her clit]

[ she makes a muffled, wordless exclamation against his mouth, both hands cupping his face as her tongue twines around his.

she's already slick—because, fuck, this is really good—and hooks her legs around his. ]

So...

[he huffs against her lips, his fingers sliding in and out, mercilessly.]

Just checking-- you don't wanna go slow, right?

Nnh, hh, absolutely not—

[ she hangs onto him with one hand, the other reaching down to palm at his cock, fingers brushing up the length. ]

[that gets a blissed out look for a hot moment from him, and a soft groan.]

Then let's skip the pleasantries.

[ that look just means she’s going to do more of that, sitting up slightly to stroke him more firmly, hooking her other arm around him to tug him closer. ]

I’m very amenable to that, ah, so—

[time to remove his hands so that he can balance and start to pull her panties down the length of her thighs.

no reason for either of them to have clothes on, at this point.]

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