(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

He yields to her, and she positively vibrates with it, waiting until she’s given what she’s asked for. And he lowers himself a small amount more, finding his way into her that’s met with that taut string within her growing tighter, a half swallowed moan that she tries to tamper down to not be too loud for those that sleep in the rooms beside her. There’s that wildfire ablaze in her eyes, along her skin, as her legs tighten a bit around him as he gives her time to settle, and settle she does — tightening around him with a staggering breath.

And when he begins to move, capturing her lips, she does the only thing she can — throwing the feeling and pleasure down the bond, her lilting cry of a moan accompanying it, flashes of the sensation he brings her and the relief that he’s finally done what she’s asked. Her fingers tighten in his hair, aiming to bite at his lip, to trail between her panting breaths and latch onto his neck with sharp white teeth.

Her hips move with him, pressing back to get him as deep as she can, burning with the sensation he provides, that ledge approaching swiftly from how long it’s been. But she tries to hold out as well, to keep the build up from spilling over, focusing all her attention on the way she sends her sounds down the bond because it was far less likely to be heard than audibly and muffled as it were.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He tried, he really did try to keep himself from drowning completely. But the way she tightened around him drove every last thought out of his mind, and when her pleasure washed down the bond to him - adding to his own in a dizzying bombardment - Korbin finally couldn't hold back any more.

She moved with him and without meaning to his thrusts sped up, grew sharper and deeper as greed overwhelmed him. One of his hands found its way to her ass and squeezed it hard, pulled her up against him as he buried himself in her, to get her closer. When her mouth trailed off to his neck he groaned, a quiet growl he wasn't even aware of making, relishing the light sting of pain.

The movements of his hips was a sharp snap, the building pressure in his loins a storm that begged release. No holding back now, no calming down; all he could do was take, and hope that somehow she got something out of this too before it was over.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

All thoughts zone in on him as he consumes her, sending sparks of the feeling through the bond inadvertently to him, the sharp inhales of her breaths as he picks up speed, the bright moans that leave her mentally through it, coming across more like a whimper he can’t hear. He pulls her closer, and she’s happy to oblige any sort of movement so long as he keeps it up. Her legs lift ever so slightly, hooking over him as her hands tangle in his hair and along his neck, along those tattooed shoulders.

Her teeth even manage to latch on, and she peppers his own neck with a few dark bruises to match her own, her hot breath raking along his skin, teeth dragging with each thrust of him burying himself deeper and deeper. And she knew, she knew she wouldn’t last long, not when it was finally made a reality. Not when his sharp movements surprise her and indulge her. And she pulls away from his neck to arch her back into him, tightening around his length, until she can’t stand it any longer.

The string is plucked, pulled, and she shudders hard with the release that washes over her — burning and contracting with the sensation, sounds coloring her voice as she cries out with it, sends it down the bond to him where he might actually have a chance of hearing her voice.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

It wasn't really consideration that let him hold back until she crashed and broke around him, but somewhere he was pleased to know that she got as much out of this as he did. Because if this wasn't the best way to lose himself and be free of all thoughts, then nothing was, and Korbin was indulging himself to the fullest.

Again her pleasure washed over him, escalating into a fine point that was almost as good as hearing her voice. She tightened around him, burning and crumbling, and with it the young wolf cut loose, took all she had left to give and drove himself deep and hard into her, shuddering and gasping as he broke, swept up in the ecstasy.

His movements slowed then, as he rode out the pleasure for them both. And when he was spent, breathless and over sensitive, he pulled out and slumped down on the bed beside her, only barely managing not to collapse right down on top of her. Possibly she wouldn't mind, but... he was a fair bit bigger than her.

Korbin reached to pull her in close, and leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. Simple, sweet; he didn't have the voice to speak, and wouldn't have known what to say anyway.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Oh, and it was a way to lose track of everything, to no longer care about everything else aside from just him and this room, the sounds she wished he could hear that he’d sparked from her. And when she breaks, shatters, burns with him she can feel it drive him wild as well — that wildfire finally reaching a breaking point. They’re much the same in this moment, the careful riding out of the waves of pleasure, already partially upset that it was over, soft bums leaving her as he rocks with her through the last few stages.

And she shudders again when he pulls out, panting as he slumps over and pulls her into him. Everything feels numb, and she shivers with the fiery touch he gives her, her arm wrapping around his torso and her head finding its place along his tattooed shoulder after he placed a soft kiss to her temple, something so tender and kind that she’s not exactly sure where that leaves her. But it was nice, sweet, serene…

Suddenly wondering if he had any plans for the night after this, or if he planned on staying. From the looks of it, he might just be staying with her. She can’t complain, not with the results she’d gathered from a whim, a spur of the moment decision he had taken her up on. And so she nestles in a bit closer to him, trying to capture her breath more fully.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

He didn't have any plans. Not for the night, or for any moment beyond the current one, where he was still trying to catch his breath, reeling from the shared experience. Korbin had lost himself in the moment, and didn't feel any need to pull himself together just yet. If she let him, he would revel in the simple pleasure of holding her close, quietly marveling that he was allowed to touch her so intimately.

They were nothing but strangers, after all. He knew her name, and little else. And in all honesty, he didn't feel a need to know more. Was comfortable with the mental distance, with having no expectations to hold over her, and none placed on him. It made everything easier.

That didn't mean he couldn't be kind or gentle with the way he touched her. There was a good deal of pent up care and tenderness within him that he rarely had any outlet for, and he took the chance to pour it over this girl now, as she snuggled into his arms, looking very much like she intended to stay there for the rest of the night. Reaching for a blanket - it took a bit of wriggling to untangle it from under them - he draped it over them both to keep the warmth from escaping. Settled in nicely, he rested his chin on the top of her head, content to breathe in the scent of her hair as he brushed a thumb along the curve of her shoulder, his other hand come to rest on her hip.

"And would you say this night will be memorable?" he couldn't help but ask, in a quiet rumble that barely left his chest. There was a smile ghosting over his lips, something unreadable in the dark gaze as he glanced down at Kiada.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

She finds she’d let him do whatever with her in the afterglow, spent and exhausted and certainly a fan of the comfort of these rooms and the quiet company she’s managed to snare tonight. She doesn’t know anything about him, other than the fact he’s a natural, and it doesn’t bother her any. Not when she knows she’s going to leave Halo and the mountains behind at some point, to return home when the snows cease.

For the moment, she doesn’t mind being wrapped up in him, draped along him like her own sort of blanket, listening to his heartbeat and wondering if it matches the thundering rhythm of her own. At least she’s managed to catch her breath enough, pausing only when his question is aired in a deep rumble of sound that purrs along her bones, bringing out those ruffles of white feathers along her neck and shoulders, tipped in black. The feathers flex slightly as she lifts her head to let her soft ice blue eyes focus on him with a playful smirk that crosses her face.

And she nods, because it would be, if for no other reason than this in itself and the information she’d snatched from him about the creatures of Halo for her guild.

KIADA

KORBIN

Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die

Feathers sprouted along her neck, a soft downy ruff that was quite adorable. He stroked them absently, not a trace of surprise in him - it was a bit late for that. She nodded, lifting her head slightly so he could see that smile of hers, and Korbin grinned back. Pleased, a little smug; he leaned in and kissed her, for no reason other than because he could, and wanted to.

"Good," he murmured again against her lips. An echo of what he'd said before, content to know she wasn't regretting anything.

Easing his head away just a little, the raven closed his eyes. Would be content to linger in silence until they both fell asleep or he was kicked out, whichever came first. There was no need to break the silence further on his part; there was a whole season to fill with talk, if they became so inclined.

Remember when you swore
we had it all?

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

His fingers along her shoulders, dragging over those feathers that sprout, only add to the after glow some more. And she nestles in a bit, lifting her head to look up at him as the question was aired, a flicker of a smirk crossing her face at the smugness she can spy on his own. But he leans down and presses a kiss to her lips – and she sighs into the lips that find hers briefly, before resting her head along his shoulder once more.

The silence was overwhelming, and the exhaustion settles in quickly, with no more words to say between them. And she’s content to sleep like this, sprawled along him beneath the covers he pulls over the two of them until morning when the awkwardness – or not awkwardness – comes. At least she’s gotten what she wanted out of it.  

- FIN

KIADA