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RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-01-2020
She agrees to the foolish comment, and it quirks a corner of his lip up a small amount more. But her arms lift and wrap around his neck, like they fit there perfectly, like they always have — and he gives into her again. His gaze finds her, finds the hurt within, the way its reflected in his own stormy steels.
And she agrees to the bargain too — sealing the deal with a kiss that he gives back, lips finding her own as her hands tangle in his wind swept hair. A thank you in return, hands sliding from her middle back to her legs, pulling her close so his chest can brush against hers, so she might be able to feel the racing pulse beneath the bronze skin.
One hand lingers along her thigh as the other reaches up for her hair again, brushing his fingers through it before he cups the back of her head and pulls away from the kiss a small amount, his forehead moving to rest against her own. “[say]Thank you.[/say]” He breathes against her lips, searching her gaze, voice hoarse and accented thicker than usual. A thank you, for the gift she gives him, the sacrifice she makes.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
Her heart was racing too, a mad beat brought on by the wine and the tears and the dizzying feeling of falling, uncontrollably. Was this what it felt like to hold on and let go at the same time? Like a taste of coconut and honey with an accent of iron, salty and sweet, so bitter, yet left her craving more. He wanted time... she would give him a lifetime. As long as he loved her, as long as they were under the same sky, Maea couldn't think of anything she wouldn't give him.
Sunjata dragged her closer and she scooted to the edge of the table, legs hooking around his hips as she leaned against him, leaned into the kiss. His hands roamed from back to her hips, burning a trail along her thigh, and her own fingers brushed down his spine. His fingers on her scalp made her spine arc, head tilting back into the touch; with all these emotions overflowing, his attention was a sweet balm on her burning, aching heart, lighting fires where he touched. Maea felt raw, scraped bare; she whined softly in regret when he broke the kiss.
[say]"Anything for you,"[/say] she breathed back, aching... though from heartache or lust she wasn't sure. Probably both. [say]"I'm always going to be here for you. Whatever you want. Whatever you need."[/say] Gazing into his eyes, into the raging storm, she couldn't help but smile. Small weak and awfully fragile, but... gods, he was so beautiful, she couldn't help herself. Stomach clenching, she pressed her chest into his, hugged herself close in a trembling, lingering way that couldn't be mistsken for anything but want.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
She has all of his attention now, as companions and possible house become a distant memory, a flickering thought. Perhaps he might still fix it up, once he figures himself out if she plans to go to Halo. Perhaps he’ll make it into something with the memories of her wound about within. A test, a tease, like this was. A test for him to decide if this is the right move, a tease to have her so close with the taste of her still on his tongue.
Her legs hook around his hips and he searches her gaze, holding her as if she’s breakable, as if this tentative peace is so breakable if he simply breathes wrong. But she offers him a weak smile, a confession, and it tastes golden and sweet, and he offers her his own small smile in response. “[say]If you need me to be there for you in Halo, too, I will.[/say]” It would go both ways — he just… can’t be there all the time. And it’s a thought he has to get used to.
For now? Now he can at least give into the pressure she gives him, arching against his chest, arms trembling as she pulls herself closer, and he leans forward to capture her lips with his own, sighing into them as a promise and a bittersweet goodbye in a way. His hand tightens in her hair, cupping her head closer to meet his, and the feathers that has sprouted along his shoulders begin to disappear. And he focuses on her to keep his thoughts from drifting too far.
Because they’re likely to, with the way his mind is still fogged by the alcohol, still dizzy and hazy with all of the emotions he feels deep within. The one thing that he can focus on is directly in front of him, with a patchy face and red rimmed eyes, and a language he can read well — want. He can give that to her if he can’t give her anything else.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
He smiled back, and it was like the sun peaking out under dark stormclouds, coloring the landscape in hues far brighter than they ought to be. Said he would come to Halo, to help her if she needed it... And the knew what a sacrifice that would be for him. [say]"I'll come to Torchline when I can,"[/say] she amended. [say]"I want to learn how to box..."[/say]
And then he kissed her again, hand cupped around her neck, and Maea forgot about the rest. His breath was warm and sweet, mouth so familiar she could weep. But she drowned the pain in the touch of his hands, in the velvet softness of the feathers on his shoulders until they disappeared, and she could feel his skin under her hands. Warm, smooth, so fragrant; if she closed her eyes, she would always see him like he'd been that day by the river. Sunkissed and glistening with water, gray eyes full of darkness and light, hunger and longing.
She shared it now. Wondered if this was how he'd felt when he kissed her the last few times. Like he'd tasted something deliciously sweet and wanted more... only it was forbidden fruit he shouldn't crave, and might never have again.
Kissing him back, her hunger showed through in the way it deepened, lips sloppy and greedy, tongue pushing with unusual demand against his mouth to be let in. To taste him, devour what she could before it was too late, before the sun set and the day ended. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and with a shuddering whimper Maea rubbed her breasts against him, an ache pooling in her thighs, at her core.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
“[say]I’ll teach you to box.[/say]” He breathes against her. And he would — so that way if someone came her way and she had no magic or anything else at her disposal, at least she might be able to pack a punch. Though there’s a whisper in the back of his mind that suggests more training, getting her upper body strength in a position to be molded to pack that fire. But it dies as soon as her hunger shines through.
His lips find hers and hers find his, a greedy dance as he opens his for her. And she melts deep within his touch, hands that roam and grasp and reach for her. But while she wants it to be rough and greedy, he leans more toward the soft depart it should be. And so he gives in, for a few moments to let his hands drop from her hair, to her legs that she drags his hands up along the skin beneath her skirts that have ridden up with the position — breaking the kiss to give softer kisses to her neck, his favorite place to be.
The metal of his belt is cold as he pulls her closer to it, but his hands are already moving for the dress that’s haphazardly worn, for the straps that keep it up in its untied state. His hands are a warm anchor, brushing against her pale unmarried skin while his bears enough for the both of them. And he pushes back against her, to give her that push and pull of the tides that are faintly heard crashing outside through the window where the dying sun illuminates.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
When she met him, Maea had been ice. Some sprite of the Halo tundra, picked up by a traveler and brought back into the midst of people... but she had been frozen to the core with grief and fear, paralyzed and unsure of what to do. Where to go. Who to be. Desperately keeping up a facade of having a goal, a plan, of knowing what she was doing, when in reality, she had no idea.
Then a stranger gave her shelter, showed her kindness, looked at her like there was something worth seeing. Held his hands out and offered her life, in a way that had been both a gift and a challenge. Take it, if you dare. And he had persisted as she hesitated, kept coming back for all that she pushed him away, like warm ocean waves lapping against a glacier, melting the ice of her errant iceberg little by little. And now... she had learned to burn. To crave and wish and long, to dream of something more than another tomorrow.
So she burned. Would have rushed this from beginning to end and left herself like so much ash to be washed away in his flood... only, he wouldn't let her. Sunjata knew this dance far better than she did, and he was steady. Responded to her greedy kisses with enough heat to let her know she wasn't alone in the wanting, with enough eagerness as his hands plucked at her dress fastenings, slid up her leg... but when his mouth traveled to her neck, he was unusually gentle. Tender, soft, like he planned to linger. She hummed her approval and tilted her head back, hair a white waterfall flowing down her back to tickle his fingers; he would always be welcome to stay there. The second place his lips ever touched, after her mouth. Maea had become quite addicted to the feel of his breath on her skin.
She hitched a breath as the cold metal of the belt buckle bit into the bare skin of her thighs. The hand that wasn't still kneading his hair brushed down the muscles of his shoulders and spine, to the small of his back, where it lingered. Nails scraping lightly over his skin, before curious fingers dipped in under the waistline of his pants, to squeeze at the firm muscles of his ass. Press his hips closer to hers, if he allowed it.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
He does know this dance better than she does – has experienced both sides of it more than she has, tested and tried, found the things he likes and the things he doesn’t… And this time, he wants to take his time with her, to savor her, to love her in the best way that he knows how. So his lips find her neck and her head tilts back and he can feel her hair against the back of his hand, his fingers, featherlight and gentle as they dance along his skin.
But he pulls her near, and she hitches a breath against the buckle, and he smiles against her skin. His head tilts a bit more, brushing the stubble of his jaw against her shoulder as he plants more kisses, more gentle bites to savor and caress her as she explores along his own scarred skin, the muscles along his back, the muscles of his ass. And all he can offer her is a growl of approval, pushing back against her again – pulling her close and pushing her down all the same.
His hips get closer to hers, still blocked by the fabric of his pants, held tight by the pressure of his belt, but he lets her decide how to go about it — lets her be the one to remove the barricade, while his hand drifts from the straps he’s pulled down to the curves of her breasts, both hands reaching forward to cup, caress, play. All the same and yet still so different.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
His hands were steady and sure, calm and insistent, and it curbed her impatience somewhat. The way he pulled her in, grinding their hips together, kept the heat burning in her, the little waves of tantilizing pleasure upon contact keeping her intent. Her breath picked up, but perhaps not as fast as before, and she set to exploring, touching his rear where she could reach... The belt was in the way though. And her hands were busy. Ah, what a fortunate thing that she was a mage then, with tricks up her sleeve.
Something invisible began to work at the buckle as he pushed the dress from her shoulders, faltering slightly when his hands found her breasts... but with a tug and a sudden jerk the belt flew out of its hoops and clattered to the floor some distance away. Giving Maea ample room to push her hand down further, touch him, scrape her nails over his hip and around, searching her way towards his cock with cool, slender fingers. Meaning to touch the silken skin ever so lightly, feel the heat of it against her hand.
His mouth was so gentle on her neck, his hands unusually thorough. Maea moaned softly, arching her back into his touch, pressing her breasts into his hands to let him feel all of them; she loved this, hated the reason why he was so gentle, and didn't want it to ever end.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
It is fortunate that she’s a mage. And he loves it when she uses her magic with this, with him. There’s a part of him that wants her to use it more, to use every bit of it to her ability on him. For now, however, the clattering or the belt a distance away is great enough. And he smirks against her neck when her hands and nails begin to wander. He shifts his hips a small amount, palming at her again, teeth nipping at the soft space beneath her jaw.
She’ll find that he trembles ever so slightly, grasping and squeezing at her breast a bit harder when she finds his cock — hard and warm and desperate for her yet again, as if he had any choice in the matter. Still, his breath hitches against her neck when she grasps him, a breathy exhale of a growl against her neck and a bit more incessant bites.
His fingers drum against her ribs, his thumbs brushing along the curve of her again before he moves his hands back more fully to play with both of her nipples, head shifting away from her skin to trail his kisses against her jaw, pushing his hips forward against the grip her hand has on him — slow and soft and gentle, full of want and need and longing.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
Maea couldn't get over how well they worked together in times like these. It could so easily be awkward, and uncomfortable, grow tedious or painful. But Sunjata's bites were never too hard, his hands never too rough, nor could she seem to ever do the wrong thing, because he always responded somehow. Were they just a good match? Was he accommodating her, filling in her mistakes with his experience? Oh, she couldn't hate how he learned to do all this, not when he poured it all into making her feel so loved.
She tried her best to return it all, with a little more poured into it. Her fingers closed around his length, gasping to find him so hard already, and with something like relish she felt him move into her touch, slowly, his hands and mouth becoming more insistent. His growl vibrated against her skin and Maea shuddered with pleasure, firmed her grip on him for a moment... then stroked her fingers up, and back down. Slowly, lightly, the touch feathery and just a little bit teasing.
Perhaps dragging this out would be all kinds of fun... and there was something she had been keen to try for a while now. So Maea pushed herself against him, a hand leaving his hair to steady her as she pushed herself off the table. Sliding down along him until her feet touched the floor. Leaning in, she pressed her mouth to his neck and kissed it, biting it gently, before her lips began a gradual descent. Down, over his chest, to his stomach... Maea lowered herself down, breathing hot air against his skin, stopping just at the waistline of the trousers.
One hand began to undo the button keeping the fabric in the way, while the other kept stroking him. Slowly. So slowly.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
There wasn’t much that she’d have to do to get him to react like this, and another hum of a growl is leaving his throat when she strokes along his length, but the tease has him aching and he’s half tempted to push her down onto the table. But he can’t complain, not when he has been dragging it out and teasing her too — it’s simply a taste of his own medicine. And he burns just as she does with it.
But she’s pushing against him to get off the table, and he obliges her with a fair amount of surprise — hands slipping away just enough but there to steady her as she slips off the table and he turns a small amount to where he can lean back against it, hands finding their way to her hair in a slow trail up from her shoulders when she kisses his neck, smirking against the bite that she leaves against his skin.
But then she trails lower, and his eyes smolder as he watches her, cock twitching with her careful and slow strokes, a sharpness to the lower back of his as he feels her breath at the top of the V of his abdomen. He’s surprised, but he loves it so far, and he keeps one hand in her hair as he partially shifts his fingers into a duller form of his claws to stroke against her scalp. He braces himself with his other hand along the table. “[say]You’re going to make me weak.[/say]” He tells her, breathless and husky, thighs already trembling slightly with his anticipation. She’s going to make it to where he can’t leave in the end, not until he recovers at least.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
She managed to surprise him. It wasn't every day that happened, and already it made this worth the wait. Maea shifted along with him as he turned, to lean against the table, and shivered again as his hands found their way into her hair, claws scraping against her scalp. It sent shudders all down her spine, drawing her nipples together into painful tips, aching against the feeling of air against them; no longer trapped under his palms and fingers, but also no longer touched.
A small sacrifice.
Maea looked up when he spoke, her eyes almost blue in the faint light of the room. With her mouth still on his lower abdomen she smiled, eyes glittering... and finally she was able to undo the button. Open the fly, and pull him free, for her to see. She settled down onto her knees before him, and her breath was a little shaky as she slowly brought her mouth down lower, until she could breathe in the musky scent of him. No traces of smoke here. No whiskey, no coconut wine, only him. And very gently, rather shyly, Maea leaned in to brush her cheek against his cock. Hitched her breath to feel him so warm, so close... and ever so slightly she turned her head aside, until her lips could brush along the length of him. From root to tip.
There... her tongue reached out and touched the swollen head. Humming softly at the taste, the salty flavor that seemed to fill all her senses at once.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
For a moment he thinks he’s almost back in the Advocates headquarters, where claws had scraped and scarred the surface of a table where he stood in much the same position. And yet, a part of him hopes she doesn’t notice the Ascended bite that still scars the inside of his thigh, opposite only to the gunshot scar on the very same leg. But she hasn’t been down this close before, and his breath hitches again when she releases the button and pushes his pants down to reveal himself to her.
She rests down on her knees, and he finds himself spacing his feet a bit more along the kitchen floor, to brace himself. And she dives in quickly, the softness of her cheek against his cock. If she’s shy, he doesn’t notice, not with the way his gaze shudders and he trembles, his muscles threatening to clench with even further anticipation. She plans to worship him, and he plans to leave her for space right after. What a cruel world this was…
For now, however, the hand that braces him, holding onto the table shifts fully into the claws and they scrape against the wood of the table as she presses her lips along his length. And when she gets to the end, he can feel the sharp warmth of her tongue that elicits a sharp intake of breath, a gasp of sorts as the hand that remains in her hair fists a bit more, the one at the table clenches as the wood groans beneath the pressure he applies. ”[say]Mmm…[/say]” He manages. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to force her to do anything — he simply remains, aching and ready, gaze shadowed and husky and his body throbbing beneath her attention and her actions. She absolutely could get him to beg this way.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
A quick glance up at his face told Maea that she had his full attention. It didn't feel like she was doing much, and yet the look on his face, the sound he made as her tongue touched him told her that it was quite effective.
Interesting.
Taking her time to explore this new territory, the girl let her lips travel back down the same way they came. Tickling light breaths over his silky skin, her hand following with slender fingers encircling his length, grip only a little firmer. Shifting her head, she sought out new angles, tried touching different parts of his cock, see where he reacted most. Touching her tongue to his stem. To the very base. Easing a hand in between his legs to cup his balls, ever so gently.
Hard and fast was certainly effective, but... it seemed she could devastate him quite as effectively with lightness, with slowness and lingering strokes. She was aching herself, a dull throb between her legs begging for attention... but Maea set it aside. Wanted to let him know just how much she loved him. What he was leaving. What he could come back to, when he was ready.