[ She's tiny and delicate okay, he's not used to it. If she wants him to be rougher, though, he'd be happy to oblige, she just just needs to speak up.
When the kiss breaks he drags his mouth down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point as he caresses her sides, her back. Touching places that have been off limits since she got hurt. Just... touching. Still such a novelty. ]
[Kyna's eyes flutter closed again as he works his way down her neck, her breathing getting shivery.]
Definitely. Good job.
[Touching has never been a novelty to her, but touching him is a different story. Not for the first time, she wonders who designed these survival suits and how the hell she can thank them, because it's so easy to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, memorizing each contour.]
[ He laughs softly into the crook of her neck, the sound turning into a pleased him as she trails her hands down his arms. He's ready for there to be a lot less clothes between them, honestly, but he's also patient. Not in any rush. His hands emerge from beneath her shirt to grip her hips and pull her in closer, flush against him.
[Seriously, whoever made these things is her hero. Kyna rocks her hips forward, hands gripping his wrists for a moment to steady herself. She's torn between the need to get her stupid shorts off and the need to be as close to him as possible, so she compromises, reaching up to unzip the front of the suit.]
Hey, you don't have to treat me like I'm going to break all the time. Be rough if you want.
[ Wash lifts his head, considering that. Considering her. His idea of rough might be a bit much, but if she wants more then she can have it. He smiles and stands up, holding her in his arms... and turns to toss her onto the bed.
[She isn't expecting it, and she laughs as she hits the mattress, but that quickly dies down when he starts to pull off his suit. This is about the time that she should be taking her own clothes off, but she doesn't. Instead, she settles in to watch him, her smile almost self-satisfied as her eyes roam over him. She's never, ever going to be subtle about checking him out.]
[ He's not terribly seductive about it, not knowing how to be, but he does slow down so there's something to watch. Letting the suit hang around his waist as he gets his boots off, then stepping out of it one leg at a time.
Instead of crawling right back on top of her, though, he just stands there eyeing her. Your turn, Kyna. ]
[It definitely counts. What a tease, though. Kyna tilts her head, then hooks her fingers under the hem of her shirt. She pulls it up and off slowly, movements languid as she arches her back. The shirt gets tossed to the side, but that's all he gets, at least for now.]
[Obvious, sure. He wouldn't be sleeping with her if he didn't find her attractive, but hearing him say it is different, and her smile softens as she looks up at him, hand cupping his cheek and thumb skimming over the freckles dusting his skin.]
You're sweet.
[It comes out automatically, and she immediately wonders if that sounded absolutely stupid.]
[ ... he'll take it, though he does duck his head into her hand a little, blushing.
His weight settles on her and he leans down to kiss her again, and in the spirit of not treating her like glass his hand slides under her ass, gripping it firmly and tilting her hips up. ]
[She's about to say something else, something to fluster him even more when he kisses her and she kisses him back, much more heated this time. Their hips meet and she arches her back again to press herself flush against him, her hand slipping back to grip his hair tightly. Sometimes she's in the mood for gentle, but right now this is exactly what she needs.]
[ He definitely likes that grip on his hair, and the way her body arches up to meet his. It's eager and urgent and he really should have been doing this sooner, if she likes him taking the lead. When this kiss breaks he shifts lower, dragging his mouth down her neck again but adding sharp little nips after each kiss. ]
[ Yeah, he can read that expression. He gets off the bed and reaches into the first drawer of his dresser, which isn't clothes but weapons and other supplies. There's a length of rope there and he pulls it out, letting the coil swing from his hand questioningly. ]
[She tilts her head, lips quirking a little at the orders, but she does what he says, slipping out of the last of her clothes and tossing them to the side before laying back and putting her hands over her head.]
[ Wash takes a moment to appreciate the view, them climbs onto the bed and straddles her, one knee on either side of her hips. No touching, not yet -- he goes straight for her hands, fastening them to the bed rails above her head. ]
[ He does touch, then, sliding his hands down her arms to her shoulders, her chest, caressing her breasts and swiping his thumbs teasingly over her nipples. She's warm and soft and pliant beneath him and he's going to take full advantage of this newfound control. He leans down to kiss her, intending to follow the same path with his mouth. ]
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When the kiss breaks he drags his mouth down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point as he caresses her sides, her back. Touching places that have been off limits since she got hurt. Just... touching. Still such a novelty. ]
This what you had in mind?
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Definitely. Good job.
[Touching has never been a novelty to her, but touching him is a different story. Not for the first time, she wonders who designed these survival suits and how the hell she can thank them, because it's so easy to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, memorizing each contour.]
Thank God for healing magic.
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The suit hides absolutely nothing. ]
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Hey, you don't have to treat me like I'm going to break all the time. Be rough if you want.
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Then she gets to watch him peel the suit off. ]
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I get a show, too?
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[ He's not terribly seductive about it, not knowing how to be, but he does slow down so there's something to watch. Letting the suit hang around his waist as he gets his boots off, then stepping out of it one leg at a time.
Instead of crawling right back on top of her, though, he just stands there eyeing her. Your turn, Kyna. ]
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You're gorgeous.
[ It's the first time he's really felt bold enough to comment on that, though his opinion should have been obvious enough already. ]
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You're sweet.
[It comes out automatically, and she immediately wonders if that sounded absolutely stupid.]
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His weight settles on her and he leans down to kiss her again, and in the spirit of not treating her like glass his hand slides under her ass, gripping it firmly and tilting her hips up. ]
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Hey.
[Her voice is a little breathless, and she shifts against him.]
You still have that coupon, remember?
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I was saving it.
[ He pushes himself up and sits back, then, considering her. ]
...unless you want to play.
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Now I want to know what that means, but don't let me bully you.
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Yeah, sure. I mean, only like, twice, but..
[But it's clear from the way she's sitting up that he probably didn't need to use that coupon to get her on board with this.]
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Go for it. This is me officially giving you permission.
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Strip. Hands above your head.
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Like this?
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[ Wash takes a moment to appreciate the view, them climbs onto the bed and straddles her, one knee on either side of her hips. No touching, not yet -- he goes straight for her hands, fastening them to the bed rails above her head. ]
Too tight?
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You're totally going to tease me now, aren't you?
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[ He does touch, then, sliding his hands down her arms to her shoulders, her chest, caressing her breasts and swiping his thumbs teasingly over her nipples. She's warm and soft and pliant beneath him and he's going to take full advantage of this newfound control. He leans down to kiss her, intending to follow the same path with his mouth. ]
You don't like it anymore, just tell me.
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