He’s warm, and for such a lithe, lanky boy, he’s soft, pliable beneath her. She can feel the way he melts beneath her, relaxing into the plush comforter, and she relaxes in turn, sighing into her second kiss as he eagerly responds in turn.
Her lips part, tongue trying to tempt him to do the same, and for now it’s still no different than when they’d fool around during those rare moments of downtime. It’s easy, his hand on her hip, his mouth hot against hers.
She feels herself shudder as his other hand begins to wander, raising bumps of skin Earthlings would call “goosebumps” at the base of her neck in anticipation. But even if this is like him— and it is oh so like him— the nip has her gasping against him in surprise, and she pulls back when his hand grips her bottom.]
Lance!
[There’s a warning tone, but playful and laced with a bit of breathlessness from the kiss. In response, she backs that ass up into his touch, reaching up to tug gently at the base of his hairline to expose his neck to her.
She kisses him at the juncture where his jawline meets his ear, rasping her tongue at the shell of his ear. It's an erogenous zone for Alteans; she still isn't sure if the same can be said for humans but even still, she worries his earlobe gently between her teeth, before continuing onward. She can be forward too, after all, and her kisses begin to trail down his neckline, to the exposed skin of his collarbone, then to V of his chest that peeks out from his bathrobe.
Brushing part of his robe aside, she can feel her temperature steadily running hotter, blushing more fervently, her markings further along her body no doubt luminous and warm to the touch, but she follows through with it, taking a chance and brushing his robe aside even more, kissing his chest, thumb experimentally circling his nipple, her gauging for a reaction.]
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Her lips part, tongue trying to tempt him to do the same, and for now it’s still no different than when they’d fool around during those rare moments of downtime. It’s easy, his hand on her hip, his mouth hot against hers.
She feels herself shudder as his other hand begins to wander, raising bumps of skin Earthlings would call “goosebumps” at the base of her neck in anticipation. But even if this is like him— and it is oh so like him— the nip has her gasping against him in surprise, and she pulls back when his hand grips her bottom.]
Lance!
[There’s a warning tone, but playful and laced with a bit of breathlessness from the kiss. In response, she backs
that assup into his touch, reaching up to tug gently at the base of his hairline to expose his neck to her.She kisses him at the juncture where his jawline meets his ear, rasping her tongue at the shell of his ear. It's an erogenous zone for Alteans; she still isn't sure if the same can be said for humans but even still, she worries his earlobe gently between her teeth, before continuing onward. She can be forward too, after all, and her kisses begin to trail down his neckline, to the exposed skin of his collarbone, then to V of his chest that peeks out from his bathrobe.
Brushing part of his robe aside, she can feel her temperature steadily running hotter, blushing more fervently, her markings further along her body no doubt luminous and warm to the touch, but she follows through with it, taking a chance and brushing his robe aside even more, kissing his chest, thumb experimentally circling his nipple, her gauging for a reaction.]