hypnagothic | [The City] IC Contact

[ he's solid against her back, one arm dropping to wrap around her waist again while his other hand continues to touch across her neck. ]

I suspect you know well the effects that such abuse can take. Besides, we are often in each other's company. You can convey any needs you have where I can hear them directly.

[ It's comforting to know that she can still reach him even if her phone is again lost. ]

Mm, yes...

[ On both counts. ]

But you must know that I am also wicked.

[ The pendant drops back down so that she can reach back while turning to brush her lips against his. ]

And selfish.

Perhaps.

[ the hand on her front presses against her belly, her fingertips teasing below the buttons of her attire, touching cooling against her skin where the fabric splits while he returns the kiss. ]

But is it selfish when I, too, enjoy your requests of me?

[ There's a tensing in her abdomen at his touch, the sort of tension that tugs further at her smile and her focus.

She's supposed to give him something in return, and it seems that he had a similar theme in mind, but that knowledge only draws her further into his touch and away from 'plans'. When he has his gift, in so many ways, it will feel as though they're never apart. ]

Then there may be no harm in us both being selfish. [ Her own fingertips tease at the shell of his ear. ] But that makes me no less wicked.

[ he hums lightly at the touch, the sound of it deep and vibrating against the shell of her ear, his lips just brushing against it as his fingers slowly inch downward. ]

This night, I confess that I do not much care if you were.

[ It isn't fair, really, how is she supposed to stand any sort of chance when he sounds like that with his hands on her? ]

Only this night?

[ She doesn't sound too concerned, but she's not giving anything else much thought at all. Only his voice and his touch, which her body also reacts to without any thought. Barely any coaxing, and her knees shift further apart while she tugs at where the silk skirt splits up along her thigh. ]

Then I should take full advantage.

Is that a request, my love?

[ said against the side of her throat, his head dipping down so that his lips brush there against her pulse point. his hand slips beneath the skirt opening, stroking against the lace undergarments between her legs. ]

[ There's the bit of a desire to protest—not because she doesn't want it, but for the spite of it. As though denying him her request would serve her any better? But still that contrary piece nearly keeps her silent.

For a few seconds, then she's huffing through her smile and tightening her grip on his knee. ]

Perhaps.

[ he hums again, kissing against her throat now, his fingers pressing against her more insistently now. ]

Unless you had some other task you wished to accomplish first?

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