(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Oh, she absolutely was being impatient. She craved the contact of skin in a place where often showing it meant danger. But here? In this room? She supposes she can let him take the charge. After all, Loren had mentioned that the Halovians might know a thing or two in how they keep warm. Perhaps the fire in her stomach is part of it, perhaps it isn’t. But his teeth find her lower lip and she sighs into the meaning.

She’d wait, let him decide where to take it.

But even if he wouldn’t disband the shirt completely yet, her hands are still there — snaking up beneath it to rest and drag along the sharp points of the top of his hip, up his sides to his ribs as well — languid strokes as she leans into the touch he offers her, body and legs shifting a small amount to invite him closer. She nips at his own lower lip, then, dragging blunt nails along the sides of his skin, a bit playful and daring to see how he might respond.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

It was doubtful whether the Halovians had any particular prowess in this area compared to any other region. Possibly the long periods of isolation simply bred patience, a preference for dragging things out to last for a while. Or it might just be Korbin's preference here, to take it a bit slow until they were properly on the same page.

Her fingers sneaking up beneath his shirt drew a deep hum from him. Her nipping teeth made him deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping over her lips, pushing to gain entry. One hand trailed down along her spine, over the curve of her hip to grab her ass, squeezing as he pulled her flush against him. Heat was pooling in his lower abdomen, the pants starting to feel uncomfortably tight; he wanted her to know, to feel that he was not unaffected. He was burning too, mindless and eager to engage in this casual intimacy where words didn't mean a thing.

On a whim, his other hand reached up for the ties that held her braid together. Tugging at them, he sought to free her dark hair, eager to see it spill from its bonds.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

The deep hum is a good response, and she shivers with the vibrating sensation it causes as his tongue sweeps her lower lip as well. Her lips part, inviting him in as much as the rest of her does, her tongue aiming to tangle with his own. But she’s acutely attuned to the way his hand trails along her hip, toward her ass to pull her against him and she absolutely has no qualms with it, her hands growing a bit rougher in their descent down his sides to the waistband of his pants.

She presses flush against him, feeling the response she’s given him. And it causes a light hum to leave her as well, a soft yet sharp intake of breath as she tries to press against him more, trying to brush her chest against his own and her hips a bit more into him. It’s perhaps a bit rough, but she hopes the point comes across. That she can handle it, that she wants whatever he has to give her.

She only breaks the kiss when the tie to her braid comes undone, the dark hair spilling from it as she shakes her head to loosen the waves of her hair — long now, to the middle of her back, letting it become a waterfall of sorts along her spine. And then she searches for his lips again, fingers dipping along the waistband of his pants.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

Oh, it was gonna be harder to take it slow than he'd hoped. The taste of her mouth, made sweet from drinks and intoxicating all on its own merit, steadily leeched away whatever thoughts he'd been nurturing of dragging this out. It felt too good, the scent of her hair as it came undone so heady it set the room to spinning around him. He buried his hands in the silky swell of curls, kneading them, dragging his fingers along the scalp of her head; his mouth grew more demanding, hungrily rubbing his tongue along hers, tangling like he didn't plan to do anything else.

For a while, at least; soon his lips dragged away, kissing a path along her jaw, up to the shell of her ear. Breathing out a rush of hot air, Korbin touched his tongue to the tender skin beneath her ear, raked his teeth ligthly it; testing the waters, to see what she might enjoy.

The fingers teasing along the hem of his pants made him shudder. Shifting his hips against hers as she pressed closer, the contact drew a slight groan from his throat. Untangling a hand from Kiada's hair, he trailed long fingers over her neck, down the front of her shoulder, to cup her breast in his palm. The cloth of her shirt was so thin, he could feel the warmth of her skin clean through it; Korbin slowly let the grip firm up, squeezing and palming to draw more reactions from her.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

It’s a dance of its own as she gives into those deep, wrestling kisses. And she doesn’t mind in the slightest as he unties her hair, leaning into the sensation as his hand grips her hair, a light and soft sound coloring her voice with it, though he wouldn’t hear it. He’d certainly feel the reaction it sparks in the attuned bone, the anticipation and pleasure it brings.

His tongue is hot as the breath that takes along the shell of her ear, and she hums with that sensation as well, tilting her head a small amount away from it to expose more of her neck, goosebumps rising along the expanse of skin, almost as if she’s asking for more. But his hand begins to trail and her own continue to stroke along the inside of his waistband as he presses closer to her, the groan leaving his lips sparking more of that fire. So her head tilts back a small amount, shifting her weight a small amount to lift her leg and rest it at his hip — opening herself up for him. The hand where her leg has lifted, lifts now to drag those nails along his skin up and up, hard enough to leave little red lines in their wake.

And when his palm ends at her breast, another soft sound buzzes through her, another spark of pleasure shot down the attuned bond directly at him, arching her back to fill his palm more with the ache that begins to grow within her. Her nipples are hard beneath the touch, her mind whirling with the spark of sensation as he explores, and gives him all the time to do so. Her body tells a story, after all, and rarely do people see the expanse of it all. He’d feel the scars on her back follow all the way to the thin pants she’s worn, feel it fan out to cover her lower back almost like a tattoo but not. He’d feel the way she practically melts into his touch, but too proud to beg for more. Not like he could hear her if she did.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

Many were the moments when he had almost been grateful for the deafness that plagued him, but this was not among them. He could feel her response under his hands, the vibration of her voice on his lips, even feel her pleasure through the bond... but he couldn't hear her voice. And he wanted to, so badly. Wished nothing more than to see what kind of color and timbre he could pluck from her strings, hear how he might make her sing when played like the finest of instruments. His fingers were good at more than teasing lute strings, and though he might be a bit rusty, Korbin was confident in his ability to make this girl feel good.

She invited him in, opened up in so many ways, and it was tempting to distraction to get sidetracked in everything he did. But he made himself linger by her neck, soft kisses down her neck turning into nips as he brought teeth into the whole business. Careful not to bruise, for now.

His fingers kept kneading on her breast, and found the stiff peak of a nipple. Scraping a nail over it, light and teasing, he slowly began to drag the light shirt up, little by little, gradually exposing her stomach and chest to the cool air of the room. Not quite thinking about anything except what was right in front of him, Korbin accepted the invitation of her hooked leg over his hip, and pushed himself in betwen her thighs, his free hand holding her steady as he rolled his crotch against her core.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

If he were rusty, she didn’t know of it, nor care. Because she was too, in a sense that it hadn’t really been something she sought out often, but when it came to Halo she couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the time other than the things she’s already been doing. So she invites him in, pulling him close, a whine leaving her lips as the soft kisses shift to nips, burning a warpath down the span of her skin. Not enough to leave a mark, however, but still enough that it might end up sore in the morning. All good things in Kiada’s mind.

Her breath hitches with the reaction he gives her, palming and playing, and as he goes to lift the shirt — her hands abandon him to lift it completely off, bare scarred skin beneath the expanse of cloth that had covered it. Up near the center of her chest there’s another small burn scar, one with a puncture, where Melita had shot her with a fire arrow — healed completely without issue. But that was all she had, hands finding him again as she goes to pull him near and hook her leg around him, pulling him closer and letting a soft moan leave her lips, a spark of that pleasure shot down the bond toward him again.

It’s all she can think about, driven mad by the cloth that separates them, and she finds the expanse of skin beneath the shirt he wears again, lifting it up in her own attempts to remove his shirt, but giving him the time to back down from it as her impatience grows stronger every second. She grinds her hips toward him, trying to spark some reaction from him as well, back arching into him with the feeling and a bit louder of a sound leaving her lips – hoping it’s enough for him to feel, to see, to hear in whatever way he can.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He had meant to take his time with the shirt, play a bit, drag it out for the both of them... but she promptly pulled it over her head, and he quickly had to pull his head out of the way, or be smothered in cloth. Not that he would mind; the fragrance of her skin clung to it, and he couldn't breathe deep enough to fill his lungs with it. Smirking down at her, Korbin straightened up a bit, eyes ranging hungrily over her exposed form, taking in the swell of breasts and and her toned, well-trained form. He didn't care about flat stomachs or thin arms, but she was decidedly not soft other than in the most shallow sense of the word. Some might have flinched from the sight of her scars, but he only regarded them with the same curious intent as the rest of her.

The fire building in him was becoming a bit too much to really endure, and Korbin was quickly growing tired of hunching down over her. He let her remove his shirt this time, helped by pulling it over his head and throwing it to the floor with her own. The skin beneath was pale, entirely untouched by sun, but not unmarred; his lean, well-muscled torso had its own marks; a few scars along the ribs that could be knife wounds, some small burn marks, and a bump on the left side of his collarbone that suggested it had been broken at least twice. Most notable however was the ink. The tattooed feathers that spread from his back and draped over his shoulders, all the way down the upper arms. Life like, colored black and blue with touches of green, they graced the column of his neck - part of the raven that covered the better part of his upper back.

Letting her look all she wanted, if she was so inclined, Korbin reached for Kiada again, to pull her in and hoist her up by the thighs so he could carry her off towards the bed. He pressed kisses to her jaw as he went, burning to see more, feel more, taste more of her.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Her impatience is one of her many flaws, wanting some form of instant gratification and pulling at the reins whenever she got a chance. The shirt was just one chance to pull and tug at it, to see just how much she could get away with before he made her stop. And part of her hopes he does, that she tests him enough to see how much of him she can unleash — this stranger, hard fought born and bred Halovian. What sort of things could he teach her?

But her shirt is off and she preens under the attention, back arching a small amount to give him a better view, head tilted back as she scans his face with a sultry look, hunger and thirst both gleaming in the darkened ice of her eyes. She finally manages to get his shirt off (with his help), however, and she lets her own gaze eat him up. Muscled from hard work shown through, though he still appeared to be thin in places. The expanse of tattoos are something that her gaze roams over, having not considered getting one. Perhaps he could show her.

A hand lifts then, to trace along the dark lines of the tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin with them, mouth a bit dry as her gaze flicks up to his face and he reaches for her then, lifting her up and her arms find the expanse of room at his neck, clutching and pulling herself to him, brushing the skin of her chest against his own, leaning into the kisses pressed to her jaw until they’re at the bed. It wasn’t far, and the bed was surprisingly soft when her spine hits it. Her hands lock around the back of his neck, pulling him in and pressing a kiss along his jaw too, legs parting to give him room to hover above her.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He placed her down on the bed and climbed up after her, expression intent as he took in the sight of her sprawled out beneath him. Her arms around his neck kept him from straying - as if he'd be inclined to at this point - and her mouth trailing over his jaw made it difficult to think, to do anything but shudder and enjoy the sensation.

Scooping his arms in beneath her shoulders, Korbin eased himself down on top of her, careful not to crush her too much but wanting to relish the feel of her body pinned beneath himself. Seeking out her lips to kiss her again, it grew steadily deeper as he fitted his hips to hers, grinding himself against her again. His breath was coming quicker as his need grew, but the young man tried to keep himself in check. To enjoy this, rather than rush ahead and be bereft of the pleasures all too quickly.

A roaming hand shifted and sought its way back to her breast, cupping the swell of it in his palm before squeezing, a wolfish grin flashing as he tried to gague how rough he could be before it hurt her.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

He’s certainly taking his time, and with it the need and desperation begin to grow like a wildfire within her. Her stomach pools with warmth, skin hot beneath his touch as she roams her kisses up his jawline, seeking him out at the end of it. He shudders with her touch, and there’s a slight smirk that crosses her face as she breaks the hold she has on him, body pressed against his as he pulls her up into him. And her kisses grow more hungry as she drags those nails down, across the tattoos on his back to his hip, before partially shifting her hands into those claws, though duller than they otherwise would be.

She drags them up slowly, panting through her nose into the deep kiss he offers, her own tongue running along his lower lip in search of deepening it further. And when he grinds against her, there’s a vibrating moan that leaves her throat, back arching into the sensation as she tries to grind back into him, legs coming up to wrap around him. He goes to test the waters of how much she can handle, and he’d find out that she can handle quite a bit, prefers things to be a bit rougher, as evidenced by the way she tries to grind her hips into his hardness again in response to his test.

The claws drag up again to the base of his neck, one departing to drag through his short dark hair, sending a feeling down the bond that seems to scream ‘more’ but without actually saying it. She still doesn’t know, but gods how she wished to let him hear her in this moment.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He tried not to show it, but Korbin was actually rather amused at how impatient she was. It was quite ego-stroking to watch her flare up like this just from a few touches, a bit of attention... though he tried not to let it get to his head. Being wanted was nice, for sure, but he didn't exclude the possibility that the nervousness had been more genuine than the cocky attitude. Perhaps she would have burned the same under any other hands - it didn't really bother him to think so.

Still, the way she kept urging him on, needy and responding to his slightest touch, made it really difficult to keep himself in check. The way she ground back against him, arching up into his hands, against his body drew a rumbling growl from him and he pushed her down, back onto the bed and tried to pin her there with a hand on her shoulder. Rising up slightly, Korbin smirked at the girl, pleased that he didn't have to be too careful with her; he kissed her deeply and then began to move down, mouth roving hungrily down to catch her breast in his mouth, while a hand kept rubbing the other, pinching and rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.

But he didn't linger for too long; soon his hand moved off, brushing down her stomach, down between her thighs, and brushed teasing fingers over the crotch of her light trousers, eyes lingering on her face to see her reaction. His gaze was bright with desire, wanting but not quite consumed with the lust... not just yet.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

He growls, a response that has her smirking against the kiss as he pushes her down, pinning her there and she really begins to burn with it, a chime of a laugh leaving her throat now that he’s finally understanding that she can handle whatever he gives her. His hand remains at her shoulder as he rises above her, smirking down, and her own gaze is hooded and shadowed with that devouring need as she peers back up at him, head tilting back, the expanse of her throat open — a predator playing with another, offering the most vulnerable places for grabs.

And he kisses her long and deep then before moving down, heart thundering in her chest as she pants to try and catch it when he pauses at her breasts, a light whimper leaving her with it. She needs relief now and she’d do anything he wanted to get it. But he’d told her to wait, in that soft kiss granted, in the way her body shifts beneath him to supplement rather than detract.

She watches him, with those glazed glacial eyes, burning as his hand trails lower to the pants she wears, pressing his fingers almost exactly where she wants them, stroking along the damp fabric in a teasing way. There’s a sharp inhale of breath, the instant reaction of wanting to roll her hips into it, into him but her legs tremble with the restraint of keeping herself from doing it. Her head tilts back instead, a halo of dark hair surrounding her head as she spreads her legs more for him, hands finding his shoulders, neck, hair to stroke back.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He had been promised a night to remember. Well, so far to was nice, but hardly more than that. At least for him - but then, he'd always been more for giving than taking, and the night had really only just begun.

But she was burning, and didn't seem in a mood to play the way he really wanted to. So he focused his attention on the hand that stroked her core, relished the wetness he found there, the way she gasped and moved back against him. Hiding a smile against her chest, he shifted to the side, moved his hand up and in beneath the hem of the trousers. Let them stay in place as his fingers searched their way back, skin against skin now, so he could do this properly. Brushing a palm lightly over her mound, he brought a finger in between her folds to stroke her, find and circle the clit, all while shuddering in pleasure at the heat and wetness of her.

Her fingers pulling through his messy hair made Korbin hum with pleasure; leaning into the touch he felt goosebumps flare up along his skin, accenting and heightening the throbbing need between his own legs.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?