(SE) die a little to survive

Breathe in now, do what you can

He drinks her in easily, bathed in the moonlight, distracting him in more ways than one. He sits up onto his knees, drawing her closer to him, smirking as she does indeed drift closer, her skin warm enough beneath his touch. He’s forced to look up at her like this but he doesn’t mind, because regardless of where their heads sit, Sunjata’s the one in control finally. His gaze only drops as the button is popped, watching as she starts to tug it down, and he offers hands that he’s rubbed the sand off of to loop into the belt loops of her pants as well, helping her tug them off.

He’s still shirtless, but his own pants remain, an issue that he intends to deal with later when she’s no longer wearing everything restrictive. “Is it that obvious?” He asks, a breathy purr as his gaze lifts to meet hers, his head cocking slightly as he runs his calloused hands along the outside of her thigh, lifting them up to brush his knuckles along the underside of the swell of her breasts, his eyes remaining on her. “It’s a shame I can’t tear all of this off like I used to.”

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

He is the one in control and Maeve doesn't mind in the slightest. Her skin is warm to the touch, but as his hands find her waist she shivers, bottom lip catching between her teeth. As his fingers snag in her beltloops, tugging them down her thighs until they pool around her feet, Maeve kicks them off and she's left in nothing except lace. The bangle of starlight shimmers around her ankle, the cool light mixing with that of the water and moonlight, making her appear like some kind of ethereal goddess herself. She reaches out, fingers carding through his curls, nails scratching along his scalp lightly. "Perhaps a bit." The Nightshade hums, unbothered by his impatience, but she wants to draw things out. Savor it.

Goosebumps erupt across her skin in the wake of his touch, lips parting as he skates his hand up her thigh, exploring skin he hasn't touched in ages. There is new ink here. Delicate blooms and vines wrapping around her right thigh and across her hip, expanding across her ribs to curl along the underside of her breast. Datura and nightshade in delicate black ink, the fine lines in stark contrast against her milk pale skin, "A shame indeed." She breathes, lips twitching into a sweet smile, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "I'm sure you could still rip them to pieces if you were so inclined. I wouldn't even be upset."

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

He hasn’t lost any of his shifts in the change to becoming Frey’s, and it’s with that feline shift under his skin that his head tilts into the hand she runs through his hair. His gaze remains on her the entire time, it only drops when his hands find her skin, find new tattoos beneath them that draw his attention. His fingers move to trace them curiously, following along the swell and curve of her body, before the steel gaze flickers back up to her. “This is new.” He hums, considering it before he moves on, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her closer to him, so close that his breath can be felt along her skin.

“Mm, I could, but it's far less fun without all my extra perks.” He says, peering up at her before he lifts a hand to the bra she wears, deftly undoing it so that she might shrug out of it. “That’s alright, though. You get a view into the version I was when I first arrived.” When he had been accepted like her, with little more to himself but the opportunity to turn into anything else, be it Ascended or Attuned. And they both knew how that turned out.

Doesn’t matter much now, though, because as she stands there mostly bare before him, he summons his magic too — running little tendrils of water along her sides, like little fingers that spread up and up to her chest. “A little different though. A bit more powerful.” It comes as a purr, a smirk as he watches her.

the flood

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Maeve

"It is. The same blooms you can find in my garden." Maeve murmurs, breath leaving her in a quiet rush as his fingers continue to trace over her skin, following the lines of her ink. Nails scratch lightly at his scalp as he presses into her touch and her other hand finds his shoulder, tips of her fingers pressing into warm skin, keeping herself steady as he tugs her closer again. Maeve stumbles only slightly, but he's there to brace her, breath skittering out across her skin in a warm rush. "Do you like it?" He's the first to see it and she can't help being curious.

His words bring a quiet laugh bubbling out of her, the sound almost lost in the waves that crash along the shore, enticing them towards the water. The thin straps slip down her arms and she has to release him to let it fall to the side completely, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that covers the heat between her thighs, already gathering moisture as she presses her thighs together to relieve the slight ache there. "Mmm.. I will miss your claws and horns." And his wings. Both types. Feathers and leather. Both with their own perks. "But I'm sure this version of you is just as enjoyable."

The feeling of water against her sides is a surprise. One that draws a soft sound up to catch in her throat, eyes widening slightly as she squirms, unable to move away from the sensation and not sure she really wants to. "Is that right?" She breathes, looking down at him once more, fingers finding their way back into his hair.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

“Mm, I do.” He hums about her tattoos, his fingers continuing to explore them until he stops to focus on everything else. His water magic replaces his hands, allowing him to put his focus on the last piece, hooking his thumbs into the sides, dragging them down as he leans in to press a kiss to her navel, sending his magic up to cup each of her breasts, the tendrils swirling around her pierced nipples.

He pulls his head away, casting a smirk up at her as he views her more completely. “It’s less flashy though.” He purrs, tugging the last bit of lace down her legs until she can step out of them, leaning back enough to pull his hands away from her, letting his magic toy and play with her.

He leans back just enough to readjust, to lounge in the sand just as he had been doing not that long ago, an obvious start to the tent in his pants as he gazes up at her. “It is right.” He hums, a flush growing on his neck, creeping up to his cheeks.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

A satisfied hum leaves her at his confirmation, feeling a flare of pride at being the center of his attention, knowing nothing could pull him from her right now. Especially not as the tendrils of water dance across her skin, rivulets of cold making her nerves sing, causing her to squirm where she stands. Wanting and needy. She's wet in more ways than one now, clit already beginning to ache dully, begging to be touched. His attention shifts to the lace of her panties, tugging them down over the curve of her hips and ass, down until they're around her ankles for her to step out of them too. Lips brush beneath her navel and she's torn between sensations.

The water, his lips, the rasp of his fingertips, the scrap of stubble. All of it too much yet not enough. It does nothing more than make her whine quietly beneath her breath, teeth catching the plush swell of her bottom lip as her head tips back, curls brushing against the small of her back. It might be less flashy, but it did its job. "I don't mind." Comes the breathy reply, forcing herself to straighten, meeting his gaze as he draws away from her. Pupils blown out and expression hazy.

She's torn between stepping off of the rock so she might join him in the sand or simply staying put and enjoying what he's doing to her now. The water doesn't restrain her. There isn't enough of it and they were meant to go swimming, weren't they? It takes more effort than she wants to admit to step forward, slipping carefully off of her perch to approach him instead, crawling over his body. Her hands skimming up his thighs and finding the closing of his own pants, not daring to touch him where he wants her yet, "How about that swim?"

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

The water does the trick he wants it to, making her breath heavy and bringing all of her attention in a way that divides among the sensations he gives her. At least, for however long as he teases her with his water magic, a brushing sensation that twists and spins along her nipples, offering a similar sensation to a light feathery touch. The water falls away as she steps closer, though, and he’s laid back, watching her as she crawls over him.

Her hands are warm where they meet his thighs and when they rise to the button that keeps them closed, he’s sure she can feel the way it fills him out that much more, his gaze swirling steel as he continues to scan her face, continuing to keep from touching her. “Are you sure you don’t want to get dirty first? Wash it off after?” He punctuates his question with the roll of his hips, applying more pressure from his groin up into the hand that waits there, while his free hand rises to toy with the ends of her curls.

“Think it might be more fun that way.” He hums, keeping his hips pressed against her hand, offering her the permission she needs to keep moving.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

It does little more than drive her mad. The sensation of water along the sensitive nerves of her skin, making her twitch and squirm, breath catching in her throat with each passing second. She doesn't stay still, too intent on closing the distance between them, needing something more. Maeve crawls over him, hands slipping up his thighs, thumbs pressing into the narrow jut of his hips before trailing towards the button of his pants. She can already see the hard line of his cock straining against his zipper and she clicks her tongue at him as he rocks against her hand.

Still, he remains fairly calm. There is only the small press of his hips to suggest that he might want her to move along, but even that is more permission to touch than anything else. Fingers twist one of her silver tipped curls around and around, drawing her attention upwards to his face as he speaks, enjoying the way his voice seems to wash over her. Maeve purses her lips in consideration, pretending to truly weigh out the proposal he's given her, humming faintly as her thumb continues to fiddle with the button of his pants.

"You think so?" She murmurs, expression edging on coy, but no where near innocent as she gazes up at him with mercurial jade eyes. "I suppose since you're the one in charge tonight..." Maeve finally concedes, deftly popping the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down with a rasp. She hasn't even kissed him yet. A shame, really. Her eyes flick down to his lips then, tongue darting out to wet her own as she shifts herself upwards, closer to straddling his hips now.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

Her hands press into the jut of his hips before one of them trails down to the button on his pants. The entire time, however, he watches her – perhaps a bit expectantly, waiting for her to make her move. He presses his hips up into her hand, giving her the permission she needs to take a little bit of the leash back, his steel gaze meeting her jade ones in a hazy, easy look. He offers his alternative, his head tilting slightly as he waits to see what she makes of it, each movement that she does with the button of his pants sends little sparks through him.

“I do.” He hums, his tone a bit breathier as he watches her. She concedes finally and Sunjata smirks, giving her hair a little tug as she unbuttons his pants and the relief from the tension is felt immediately. The zipper is pulled down and he watches her as her gaze darts to his lips, the edges of them tugging into a hint more of an amused look.

He sits up a bit more, or at least he aims to, until she’s moving upward along him, close enough to straddle his hips and he hums a soft breathy laugh. “Very good.” He purrs, shifting enough that he can wiggle out of his pants, his hands abandoning her for the moment so that he might be able to slip them down, his breath hitching as the cool air grazes across his skin, along the sensitive parts of his length when it's finally freed. He picks up his water magic again, sliding it along her skin, circling around her pierced nipples before he draws it away, down and down to her hips, swirling around her navel before he draws it from her skin into a pouch of water beside him that he cleans the sand from his fingers, before pushing his wet hands onto her skin, his hands radiating heat.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

It's a sweet back and forth that has her longing for more. He gives her a little power, urging her to keep touching with each hitch of breath and twitch of his hips, but Maeve doesn't need the encouragement. Not when she's just as wanting for it as he is. The air is cool around them, but everywhere he touches her burns with heat, feeding her craving for more. The Nightshade curls her fingers into the waist of his pants, helping to tug them down enough so he can wriggle to kick them off the rest of the way. There is nothing separating them now and she hisses out a breath as the heat of his skin finds hers, hips hitching forward just enough to slot his length between her thighs, pressing to the slick warmth he will surely find there.

"Pleased?" Maeve purrs, dipping down to hover her lips over his, barely letting them brush as her fingers trail up his sides, tracing over dips and divots in his skin left behind from scars. This world and the last taking piece after piece of him. She's had her share too and she'll have another tonight. Just like he will.

Whatever thought she has in her head disappears at the sensation of water sliding across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it skims over her nerves, causing her breath to leave her in a rush as it circles her nipples and teases around her hips. Her thighs tighten around his hips as she twitches, clit beginning to ache with need and she can't help rocking against him slightly in search of relief, eyes fluttering shut. Finally his hands find her and she grips tightly to him, fingers threading through curls as she tugs him forward almost roughly, slotting her mouth over his.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

It’s a cool night, but certainly Sunjata exudes enough heat for the both of them – warmth radiating from him as though he’s a heater, his skin flushed red along his neck and chest, dipping along scars and under tattoos where the skin is darker for it. She helps him slip out of his pants, though, and he hums a soft breath when the restriction is lifted, her hips slotting in against his that he can feel the heat radiating from her, slick with desire just as much as he is.

He rumbles a breathy laugh against her skin where their lips hover together, their closeness making it blurry for him to see her in clarity, but he still offers that heavy lidded look. “Of course, though, I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem getting you wet have I?” He whispers, rolling his hips, pressing his length against the wet heat of hers before he withdraws slightly – the sand making it relatively difficult to move too much.

He guides the water along her skin, teasing and taunting where his hands don’t, moving to her hips instead as her own hands thread through his hair. She tugs him forward and he rumbles a sound that’s muffled by the press of her lips, something Sunjata dives into quickly, pressing back against her as he rocks his hips again. A moment of clarity comes over him, though, and he breaks the kiss moving to press a kiss along her jaw, along her neck, reaching for the discarded pants to dip into the pocket, pulling out protection just to lift her up from him so he might slip it on, and once he does, he’s tugging her back down to grind against him, latching onto her neck gently with unfortunately blunt teeth, leaving little red marks behind.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

His laugh rolls over, drawing goosebumps over her skin in combination with his touch, hips rocking forward despite herself. The friction causes her own laugh to give way, lashes fluttering before she manages to force herself to still, "No, beastie, it's never been a problem." Maeve murmurs before her lips cover his, licking into his mouth greedily, tasting nothing but sunshine and smoke. It earns him a groan that only deepens when his own hips press up to meet hers, cock slipping between her folds, the head of him nudging against her entrance in a way that makes her shudder.

Sunjata withdraws from her and she whines at the loss, fingers tightening in his hair in an attempt to keep him close, but he's only gone from her in a moment. In her lust addled state it takes her a moment to realize what he's doing. She wants to reassure him that he needn't worry about that, but she lets it go, knowing he'd be comforted by this more than her words. Any other thought she might have leaves her head as his teeth press against her pulse, blunt and without fangs, but tantalizing all the same.

"Jata..." She breathes, head tilting back as one of her hands slips to his chest, bracing there in an attempt to keep herself steady.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

“Exactly.” He hums as she closes the distance between them, their lips meeting and tongues dancing. It’s almost enough for him to forget about everything else, and for what it’s worth he spends the moment shoving down all of those harsher feelings, latching onto the tendril that Maeve offers and dives in head first. He drowns himself with it, especially once he’s gotten the protection on – quietly thankful for her silence over it. They’ve had this conversation before, and each time Sunjata has chosen to stick with it.

His attention is absorbed by her, steel eyes hooded and dark with desire that close when his teeth find her neck, pulling away slightly as her hands find his chest, a low hum leaving him in a breathy groan as he readjusts the two of them. His magic is long forgotten, though, the water falling away into the sand and along his sunkissed, freckled skin, absorbing slowly into her own where it had run across her pale tattooed skin.

His hands roam along her, finding her hips to offer support as he rocks his hips again ever so slightly, pressing his aching length against her as he noses his way in under her jaw, pressing a kiss there and another small mark to leave behind, before he’s helping her sink down onto him with his teeth still pressed against her throat. It does little to muffle the sound that leaves him, a gruff little shaky inhale of a gasp as he feels her again.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

She doesn't have a response for him. Her eyes fluttering shut as he licks into her mouth, chasing away any thought except for that she needs him. A groan pushes past her lips, breathy and drawn out, straining for more as she presses closer. He doesn't deny her, rocking against her aching center as soon as he's ready, the worry of a child no longer a concern. She doesn't mind it and this is all about forgetting for a while, isn't it? They don't need that hanging over their heads too.

The Nightshade can't decide what she wants more. To trace her tongue along his skin or dig her nails into his back to pull him closer. Thankfully she doesn't have to decide. Sunjata moves them along, fingers splaying across her ribs as his teeth find home at her throat, mouthing at the familiar pulse that flutters beneath pale skin. She whimpers, head tilting back as her hips rock forward, but he's right there to meet her.

Hands curling at her hips, almost meeting at the small of her back with the way he practically dwarfs her, lifting her up with ease to press into her wet heat. A strangled sound catches in her throat, quickly dissolving into a whine, sweet and needy as her hips meet his. The stretch is familiar and too much all at once. Unable to help the minute rocks of her hips, needing more and yet feeling overwhelmed all at once, Maeve grips onto him all the tighter. "Please... Jata, need you.."

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth