[He nuzzles in, face buried in the crook of her neck. It’s fine if they don’t continue as they did, but he doesn’t want to leave her side anytime soon.]
Good. [A small attempt at levity:] From now on, you’re only ever a good girl.
[ even don't take that as coddling. don't take that as coddling. don't. do not.
mumbles something; not words, just voice. he's constantly fumbling through the mire trying to find the right thing to say, and she knows that she does not make it simple for him. lists her head to one side, revealing the twinned bruise where Henry sucked her raw. ]
We see about that.
[ her tail's drape falls loose and lower, so that it curls beneath his cock and cradles it. ]
[Fumbling through the mire is worth the effort. For all the muck and missteps, finding a patch of sun and reveling in it is a happiness unlike any he’s experienced in a long while.
His eyes open wider when her tail cradles his cock, though, clearly a mote of surprise. His erection has softened somewhat since they hit that dour note, but that’s likely not to her surprise — still, a hint of pleasant surprise in his voice.]
Still feeling— [naughty? eager? willing? He finds his eyes roving to the marks left on her skin.] —interested?
[ what surprises her is that he's still hard at all, after all that. she avoids his gaze again, this time in an affect of being demure. and the embarrassment still too fresh. ]
[ she will. she does. but only slowly, seeming to slither from him and down against his bloodstained bed with reluctance. still her legs hug him, and her tail. that much she finds she does not want to relinquish just yet. ]
Is it not fun anymore?
[ it feels different now. she made it different. ]
[He looks down at her, brows scrunched. That she would even ask that makes him wonder if his reaction had been wrong, though he's tried to be gentle.]
Of course it's still fun. I want you to be able to talk to me, you know. And what I like doesn't always have to align with what you like.
[In fact, Henry is still learning what he likes. But if some of his more overbearing predilections need to be tamped down so she doesn't feel degraded, why would he ever be upset about that? The darker parts of him are often buried and carefully controlled — it's nothing new.]
[ she wants them to align, is the thing. she wants them to work in perfect synchronicity, perfect time, like the hands upon a clock. she wants to be joyful and mischievous in bed, and see Henry's claws and show him her own and yet known they would never be truly used. the hint enough of a thrill.
[His brow arches, faintly. Pleasure, and just pleasure, couched in nothing else. It's entirely simple.]
Well... that's not unreasonable. [Hand smoothing up her high again, just to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.] We can try next again time, if you want.
[Since she said she doesn't want to be facing down right now.]
[Ha. His smile widens — never any hard feelings on his part, but nice to know it’s the same for hers.]
I’m patient.
[She’s still hooked around his hips, so there’s not much leeway when it comes to readjusting. But it’s fine, he needs time to stiffen fully again (not that it’ll take much), and so he just bends forward and seals his lips around her nipple, his other hand coming up to palm the other breast. A long, hard suck. Almost as if in apology. Henry knows she likes that.]
[ she does like that. he earns a soft moan in emphasis of that, as she tips her face down to exhale into his hair and watch him work. idle touches appeal to her just now, and she combs her fingers into his hair with one hand. her other hand falls to cup over his hand cupping her. ]
[A little hum, a sound of acknowledgement, pairing with the curve of a smile. He lessens the pressure and pull of his kiss, more and more, until all that’s left is the gentle, teasing swirl of his tongue.
When he pulls back, he squishes her breasts together, just because, guiding her hand atop of his along, too. It’s nice to imbue a sense of the playful again.]
I thought you liked it when I’m enthusiastic about your chest.
[ it's so cozy, to have him squeezing, kissing, teasing at her while she cradles him in the hug of her thighs. she encourages the squish with a faded smile. encourages his face down into the squish. ]
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Better now.
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Good. [A small attempt at levity:] From now on, you’re only ever a good girl.
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mumbles something; not words, just voice. he's constantly fumbling through the mire trying to find the right thing to say, and she knows that she does not make it simple for him. lists her head to one side, revealing the twinned bruise where Henry sucked her raw. ]
We see about that.
[ her tail's drape falls loose and lower, so that it curls beneath his cock and cradles it. ]
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His eyes open wider when her tail cradles his cock, though, clearly a mote of surprise. His erection has softened somewhat since they hit that dour note, but that’s likely not to her surprise — still, a hint of pleasant surprise in his voice.]
Still feeling— [naughty? eager? willing? He finds his eyes roving to the marks left on her skin.] —interested?
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It would be perfectly good waste if I were not...
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Then let’s pick up where we left off.
[Smooth over that bump in the road, salvage the evening together, be all the better for it.]
Is your mouth still lonely, or…?
[Something else?]
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Even if I begged?
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Then what, instead?
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Please fuck me. But I do not want to be facing down.
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That’s fine. I like seeing your face.
[A kiss on the forehead this time, then-]
Lie all the way down, then.
[He assumes she’ll have to unhook her arms from around his neck.]
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Is it not fun anymore?
[ it feels different now. she made it different. ]
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[He looks down at her, brows scrunched. That she would even ask that makes him wonder if his reaction had been wrong, though he's tried to be gentle.]
Of course it's still fun. I want you to be able to talk to me, you know. And what I like doesn't always have to align with what you like.
[In fact, Henry is still learning what he likes. But if some of his more overbearing predilections need to be tamped down so she doesn't feel degraded, why would he ever be upset about that? The darker parts of him are often buried and carefully controlled — it's nothing new.]
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gaze askance again. ]
I did not dislike... it. Only how you frame it.
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As punishment.
[How he framed it. Her being punished, something to be ashamed of. Something to bring back unpleasant memories.]
And if it were a reward, instead?
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[Lightly; if she thinks it won't work, it's not like he'll push it.]
How would you want it to be framed, instead?
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Well... that's not unreasonable. [Hand smoothing up her high again, just to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.] We can try next again time, if you want.
[Since she said she doesn't want to be facing down right now.]
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We'll see.
[ after a moment, she scrunched up her face and kisses the air at him. mwah. no hard feelings, see? ]
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I’m patient.
[She’s still hooked around his hips, so there’s not much leeway when it comes to readjusting. But it’s fine, he needs time to stiffen fully again (not that it’ll take much), and so he just bends forward and seals his lips around her nipple, his other hand coming up to palm the other breast. A long, hard suck. Almost as if in apology. Henry knows she likes that.]
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Not too hard.
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When he pulls back, he squishes her breasts together, just because, guiding her hand atop of his along, too. It’s nice to imbue a sense of the playful again.]
I thought you liked it when I’m enthusiastic about your chest.
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[ it's so cozy, to have him squeezing, kissing, teasing at her while she cradles him in the hug of her thighs. she encourages the squish with a faded smile. encourages his face down into the squish. ]
I really do.
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