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| Show Me The Way; 5/23 evening (Doug/Topaz) | |
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| Cypher | Nov 4 2013, 09:18 PM Post #61 |
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She moaned as his fingers traced over the side of her breast, pressing towards him in what he assumed was a subconscious desire for more contact, her head tilting to explose more of her neck. Encouraged, he kissed slowly down her neck, taking in the scent and taste of her skin as his fingers continued their explorations, ultimately brushing over her hardened nipple. It was hard to believe this was really happening, he reflected, his breathing growing progressively more rapid as Topaz's fingers moved down over her stomach, traced along the waistband of his jean. Not that he was in any way opposed, and he certainly wasn't disappointed. But not much more than an hour ago, he'd been staring at her in the strip club, thinking she was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. And now they were here. He would have to remember to thank Rogue, he though idly, immediately forgetting it once again as he felt the sorceress's fingers toy with the button of his jeans, fingers slipping under the waistband as her lips once again sought out his. Reaching up, he tangled one hand in her hair, gasping softly as he felt her tongue trace along his bottom lip, and let his other hand trace down over her abs and stomach to the top of her skirt. Should he...he broke the thought off before he could finish it, let his hand slide towards her hip, fingers hooking in the elastic and trying to urge it down. And smiled crookedly as he realized that doing so one handed, while sitting, likely wasn't going to work well. "Sorry, slight technical difficulties," he whispered with a grin and a self-conscious shrug, moving his other hand down to her other hip to even out the effort and wondering what, if anything, she was wearing underneath. With any luck, it would be something easy to remove. He wasn't sure he had the necessary concentration left for anything complicated. |
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| Topaz | Nov 5 2013, 08:42 PM Post #62 |
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His lips moved down her neck in trail of slow kisses and Topaz shivered lightly, letting her fingers quest and explore further. Alert for any sign from him that he wasn't comfortable or sure of what they were doing, but so far there hadn't been any at all. Only the growing shallowness of his breath, and her own, and that was something the dark haired girl considered good. As good as the light trace of his hand over her stomach, her muscles tensing expectantly, anticipating the next touch, the next jolt of electric sparks that his touch seemed to bring. Her own fingers reached the waistband of his jeans, slipped under slightly to stroke soft, warm skin. Waiting for any objections there, but again there weren't any as she kissed him again, savoring that contact, gently urging more from him, deepening it as her fingers toyed with the fastening at his waistband. Doug's fingers moved to the top, of her skirt in turn, touching leaving a trail of growing heat and desire in their wake. His hand moved to her hip and he tugged at the elastic at the waist of her skirt, but seemed to run into a minor issue there. Opening her eyes, she found him sending her a crooked smile that seemed a little wry, perhaps. "Sorry, slight technical difficulties," he whispered with a grin and a self-conscious shrug but Topaz gave her own head a shake and sent him a reassuring smile. "I think it's one we can overcome pretty easily," she assured him as his other hand disentangled from her hair and moved to the waist of her skirt as well. Watching his face, she lifted her hips so he could tug her skirt down, leaving her only in her panties and grateful she'd thought to wear her nicer underthings instead of her normal, functional, but not as attractive ones. Once that was done, Topaz returned to her own task, undoing the button of his jeans and then slowly unzipping them, still alert for any protests or uncertainty. Pausing a moment, she let her fingers slide over the newly exposed skin low on his stomach, leaning in to place a small, light kiss in the hollow of his throat. It was tempting to go faster, despite her resolve, but no. Not right now. Though she reserved that idea for the possible immediate future. |
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| Cypher | Nov 10 2013, 08:50 PM Post #63 |
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Elastic waist skirts had no business being difficult to remove, Doug decided as he tried to urge Topaz's down, only to find that apparently, a bilateral approach was needed. Or, possibly, that his fine motor skills were suffering from lack of blood flow to his brain, which he wasn't entirely prepared to rule out. Fortunately, Topaz didn't seem at all upset about this development, and smiled reassuringly when he admitted to the problem. "I think it's one we can overcome pretty easily," she said as she shifted, allowing him to slide the skirt down over her hips. God, this was actually happening, he thought once again as he stroked his fingers over her hips and legs, urging it down further. He was here, in bed, with quite possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. Who was wearing nothing but her panties, and who was...his breath caught, stomach muscles tensing expectantly as she unzipped his pants, her fingers trailing down over the newly exposed skin and sending a new wave of heat just a little lower. At least he'd run out of underwear, he thought incongruously as her lips pressed in against the hollow of his throat. Somehow, it seemed a whole lot less embarassing to be caught without than to have her see the white briefs he usually wore. Especially considering that most of the ones he had weren't holding up too well, and he hadn't taken the time to hunt down any new ones. Pushing that thought aside (preferably before she could pick up on it if she was listening, which he didn't think she was but you never knew) he focused instead on stroking his hands over her hips, urging down her panties. He didn't want to rush her, but...well, on the other hand, he kind of did. A lot. With that in mind, he leaned in and kissed her again, more urgently, his breathing shallow as he tried to shift her closer. |
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| Topaz | Nov 12 2013, 01:54 PM Post #64 |
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The skirt was easily enough taken care of, his fingers skimming over her hips and legs as he rid her of it. It left further, heated trails of sensation in their wake, leaving her only in her panties and Doug in his pants. That, too, was easily enough dealt with, though Topaz did take her time a bit, letting her fingers brush over the exposed skin as she undid the button and zipper. Warm and inviting and she could feel the tense and bunch of his muscles under her touch. That expectant tightening as her fingers moved lower. He didn't seem to be wearing anything else under his pants, and that only tempted her to explore further, though she paused long enough to shift and let him slide her panties down next. That made it a little harder to remember to go slowly, especially when he leaned in to kiss her, his mouth urgent on hers. His breath was shallow against her skin and she reached up, threading the splayed fingers of one hand through light strands of hair. The panties got tangled around her ankles, but Topaz managed to extricate herself from them all the same, with a few abrupt, slightly awkward movements but without breaking the kiss. Rising up to her knees, the sorceress pressed closer, letting her hands wander again, back to the opening of his fly. Lightly, she let her fingers brush over him, sliding lightly over the sensitive head, then down along the hard shaft. Maybe he'd rather not go slowly after all, she decided, reaching up to push at the waist of his pants, trying to get them down over his hip. Just as Doug had said about her skirt, there were a few difficulties there. With a slightly frustrated noise, the Hindi girl gave up the more conventional attempt at undressing, recited a quick, simple spell in her head and the next moment his pants were out of the way completely. They should be somewhere nearby when he wanted them again, but he wouldn't need them for a bit. They had other, more immediate activities to get to and she deepened the kiss, pressing in against him as her hand moved down again, nothing in the way now as slender fingers curled around him lightly, stroking and teasing. No, on second thought, perhaps he'd rather not go so very slowly after all. |
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| Cypher | Nov 17 2013, 09:33 PM Post #65 |
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Topaz returned his kiss with enthusiasm, her fingers threading through his hair as his hands urged her panties down over her hips. She didn't seem to be objecting at all to things moving faster, much to his relief, just squirmed to get the rest of her clothing off. Instead of moving closer, though, she got up on her knees, and he opened his eyes to see if something was wrong. Just as her fingers traced, feather light, over the tip of his erection. Doug gasped, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as her fingers continued their explorations, heading lower down his shaft. That...he didn't have words for that. Not in any language. In fact, he wasn't sure he could think of them, even if he tried - it was all he could do to process the way it felt, the way he felt as she abandoned her explorations and turned her attention to his pants, urging them down over his hips. He shifted a little, awkwardly, trying to figure out how to best extricate himself from them, but suddenly they were gone. That caused him to blink, and he glanced down, just to confirm that he wasn't losing his mind. No, definitely gone, but before he could worry about where they'd gone to, Topaz was kissing him again, pressing closer, her hand curling around his erection and stroking. He'd worry about his pants later, he decided, breathing shallow as he stroked his hand down her bare thigh and back up again, then slid it tentatively between her legs. Or not, because honestly, he didn't really care where they were, just that they weren't there. Reaching up, he tangled his hand in her hair, deepening the kiss as his other hand explored her in turn, even as some part of his mind analyzed her reactions to what he was doing, filing them away for future reference and another wondered whether or not he should suggest they lie down, because lying down sounded really good about now. So did other things, but he could wait. Even if he didn't especially want to. |
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| Topaz | Nov 19 2013, 09:11 PM Post #66 |
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Doug gasped as she touched him and Topaz took that as encouragement, letting her fingers explore, caress. Her fingertips slid along his shaft, moving downward slowly, then up again. Indulging in a few gentle touches before she moved to more practical things. Though a moment later, he seemed a bit confused as to what had become of his pants. The sorceress couldn't help a slightly amused grin. Magic did have it's uses, not all of them to do with fighting or evacuating. Maybe it was another frivolous use of magic, but at the moment she couldn't be bothered to care very much about that. It took care of the issue without having to break contact, or interrupt the moment, the momentum. The building of heat in her stomach. If he seemed overly bothered, past a slightly confused, momentary look, Doug didn't show it and then she indulged in another kiss, his mouth warm on hers as she pressed closer. Her hand returned to it's explorations, encouraged by his shallow breath, by the movement of his own hand as it slipped between her legs, warm fingers sliding along her thigh, tickling her skin in a way that had her shifting restlessly, seeking more contact. His hand tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss and she pressed closer, letting him explore, encouraging him, as her own breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Her free arm wound around him, urging him against her as she leaned back a little, settling onto the bed again. Gently, her fingers tightened their grip and her strokes along his rigid shaft grew slower but more firm as she leaned back, still not breaking the kiss. She wanted him closer, pressed against her, wanted to feel the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart, his breath against her skin. Wanted him. |
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| Cypher | Nov 27 2013, 10:45 PM Post #67 |
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He could hear her breathing. Short, uneven gasps as his fingers stroked up her thigh, between her legs. Or maybe it was his breathing; he couldn't tell, didn't care. All he knew was that he'd never, ever felt anything quite like this. Not the heat pooling between his legs, not the way her fingers were exploring him firmly, somehow matching the increasing pressure within. Not the way she moved against him, igniting sparks of heat wherever her skin touched his, encouraging him to touch her even as she leaned back on the bed, urging him - no, just carrying him along with her, as if there'd been no doubt that he'd come. There hadn't. He shifted, not breaking their kiss, not wanting to, and stretched out on top of her. She felt...he couldn't think of any words to describe how she felt there, beneath him. Or rather, he could think of millions, in a hundred different languages, but none of them seemed to fit and none of them mattered. He shifted a little, pressing his hips in against hers, and gasped as the head of his erection rubbed against her. There was something he needed to do, he thought absently as he began kissing down her neck, savoring the taste and scent of her. Something important. But he couldn't think what, didn't really care. Whatever it was, it could wait. He wasn't sure how much longer he could. |
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| Topaz | Dec 1 2013, 05:43 PM Post #68 |
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She didn't think. Not really. Only acted on instinct and desire as she explored him, kissed him. Concentrated on the heat of his mouth and the feel of his hands on her in turn. Let those feelings and sensations build the growing flames of arousal. A dance as old as time. Instinctive. Primal. Also without thinking she leaned back, stretching out on the narrow bed and urging him with her, slim fingers still sliding along his hard, hot shaft. Teasing. Coaxing. Trying to increase his pleasure and sensation. Doug shifted with her, stretched out atop her. Skin pressed to skin and mouth still on hers without even the hint of any sort of protest. Then his mouth left hers, leaving a hot trail of kisses down her neck instead and she gasped, neck arching. Her hips rose and pressed against him, rubbed enticingly. Condom. They needed a condom. The sorceress did manage to hazily remember that, at least, and her free hand stretched out, feeling blindly along the top of the night stand for the one's she'd teleported up. Pausing and tensing, soft moan escaping her hips as his hips pressed in against her own. Shifted, legs moving apart and seeking more contact. Her hips rocked and pressed against him once more, anticipation tense, expectant, filling her awareness and trying to push everything else away. Topaz did manage to retain enough presence of mind to recognize the square, foil packet as her fingers fumbled against it, managed to get a grip so that she could lift it off of the nightstand. "Wait," she whispered breathlessly, tone carrying an urgency that could've been for either the need to pause or the need not to, but she pressed on. "Wait. We should use this." Releasing him, she brought her other hand around, fumbled frustratingly with the corners of the packet, finally managed to get it open. Dropping the empty packet to...where ever it chose to land, she took the condom in her fingers. Reached down to put it on him, rolling it carefully over the head and down the shaft. "There," Topaz said when she was satisfied that was done correctly, or as correctly as she could manage, then caught his mouth with hers again. Kissed him deeply as she slid her fingers over his him and up his side, pressing herself against him encouragingly. No reason to bother thinking anymore. All they needed to do now was feel. |
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| Cypher | Dec 12 2013, 09:59 PM Post #69 |
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Her neck arched as he kissed his way down it, inviting more, and Doug was only too happy to oblige. God, this was...amazing. Incredible. Mindblowing. And then her hips arched up against his, rubbing against his erection in a way that cut off even the non-stop flow of synonymous adjectives. He let out a soft whimper of protest as Topaz shifted, her arm groping vaguelly over towards the nightstand. Rocking his hips up against hers increased their contact once more, but this time her legs separated in welcome and he shifted between them, still kissing his way along her collarbone and wondering, absently, what she was reaching for. And why, when everything they needed was already here... "Wait," she whispered breathlessly, and he pulled back a little, looking concerned. Had he done something wrong? She'd definitely seeme to be enjoying it, and he couldn't think of anything he'd... "Wait. We should use this." Shit. Condom. Blushing at his own thoughtlessness, especially considering how much more than usual depended on that small foil package, Doug pulled back further. "Sorry," he whispered awkwardly, wondering if he should say something more, or...well, offer to do something, but she was already fumbling with the packet, discarding the foil wrapper somewhere, and... Oh god. Her fingers played over him once more as she rolled the condom into place, and he bit back a whimper. No. No, she definitely had it handled. And him handled. And... "There," she said, and before he could reply, recaptured his mouth with her own, pressing against him again as if they'd never stopped, and he gasped softly as he felt yet another surge of arousal blast through him. Should he...? He opened his eyes to meet hers, saw the answer unequivocably reflected there, and kissed her again, letting out a soft gasp as he rocked his hips and thrust inside her. If he'd known just what he was waiting for, he reflected hazily as he felt himself slide inside, he'd have never, ever waited this long. But he couldn't exactly say he was sorry, either. |
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| Topaz | Dec 16 2013, 06:37 PM Post #70 |
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Though becoming carried away was easy, and very tempting, Topaz would only allow that to go so far. Certain things were ingrained, especially in times like this and, so, despite the willingness to let herself be swept away by feelings and desires, the Hindi girl did have the presence of mind to remember one, important thing. With a whispered, breathless request to wait, her fingers fumbled on the nightstand, managing to grasp the packet with the condom. With a bit more fumbling, she managed to get it open, registering the concern on Doug's face rather belatedly, but hopefully laying that concern to rest a moment later. For various reasons, they should use the condom. It wasn't that she didn't trust her own spells, but this virus was technological as much as organic, from what he'd told her, and so it would be best not to take chances. Even if the spell wasn't targeting the virus itself directly. Doug blushed, which she hadn't meant to happen, but it made the dark haired girl smile all the same. For some reason, that blush as very appealing. As was the awkwardly endearing, "Sorry," that followed it. Smiling, Topaz shook her head and whispered, "No, no, it's fine," before reaching down and unrolling the condom slowly onto his erection. Which seemed to distract him more than sufficiently to get rid of any lingering awkwardness and was soon done and that issue dealt with. Her mouth found his again, then, and she presses her body against his again. He was warm and inviting and she was sure she could feel the beating of his heart against his own. Moving against him, she let instinct and desire take the lead, eyes opening to find his as he pulled away from the kiss. Yes, yes she wanted him. Doug kissed her again, then, and her hands skimmed down his sides, hips arching to meet his. He thrust forward and slid inside her and her back arched, breath catching. Yes. Yes, she wanted that, wanted him. It had been much longer than she wanted to think about since she'd share this kind of contact, this sort of intimacy, with anyone. Hips rocking at a gentle rhythm for the moment, enjoying the feel of him, becoming accustomed to how he felt, how he moved, she leaned up, mouth moving along the line of his collarbone. "Yes," she whispered, acknowledgement, encouragement, perhaps both. Slowly, she rolled her hips against his again, hands moving down to his hips, heat suffusing her every cell. Pleasure, it was what they both wanted and they seem to be managing quite well. |
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| Cypher | Dec 26 2013, 09:42 PM Post #71 |
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Her back arched as he thrust inside, her breath catching, but it took no more than a split second to determine that he hadn't been too abrupt. No, she was enjoying it, and he... There weren't words. Not in any language. No way he could think of to adequately describe the feeling of her hips rocking up against his, setting a rhythm he was only to happy to match. Nothing that could match her breath, warm against his neck, the feeling of her lips on his collarbone. It was almost a language of its own, one which needed no words, and which he didn't feel any active need to analyze, to translate. "Yes," she whispered, and really, that summarized it all. His fingers skimmed the soft, warm skin of her breast as she rolled her hips up against his, summoning a new burst of heat, of new urgency. Hips rocking to meet hers with inceasing confidence, he leaned in to kiss slowly along her jaw, down her neck, all his attention focused, for once, on one thing he'd always thought so complex, but which was really so simple. Yes really summed it up perfectly. |
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| Topaz | Dec 30 2013, 07:22 PM Post #72 |
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Her breath came in increasingly irregular gasps as her lips skimmed over warm skin. Feeling his pulse jump, his heart rate increase right along with hers as he moved inside her. Tentative at first, but then with increasing confidence. She let her mouth wander, along his collarbone, the hollow of his throat, matching her movements to him. Learning him, gauging by the way he moved, the way he reacted, what he might like best. What he preferred. Doug's hand found her breast and, oh, that was wonderful. Electric, in the very best way. Warm, gentle fingers that slid over her skin, igniting nerves and sensations and desires. Yes, yes she wanted that. Needed it. Movements gaining urgency by degrees, seeking that exact fit. The joining that was just exactly right. The unexpected jolt as it all fell into place, then pushed onward toward the edge. His lips found their way to her jaw, moved down her neck and sent a fresh shiver of desire along her spine, clouding her thought. Fingers gliding up his back from waist to shoulders, Topaz turned her head, lips seeking out Doug's and catching his mouth with her own for a kiss that was slow, deep. Letting the roll of her hips match that as they lifted, pressed to his. Pressed and rolled and- There. That was it. Exactly there. It was perfect. Electric. |
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| Cypher | Jan 1 2014, 03:48 PM Post #73 |
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Body language. It was easy - no, less deliberate than that, instinctive - to automatically categorize and respond to Topaz's reactions. To drag his fingers slowly over her breast as she arched every so slightly into his touch, to seek out her jaw, her neck as she arched her head back, exposing them. So simple. So right. Almost a binary system; but even more elegant. Action and reaction, with heat and intensity increasing in near exponential proportions as her hips rocked up against his. It was amazing. She was amazing. Topaz's mouth sought out his, and he met it gladly, returning the kiss with enthusiasm as her hips rolled against his, pressing in. Seeking...what? He wasn't sure, but he shifted, then let out a gasp as things came together just...so, sending a rush of pleasure that left him nearly breathless. Close. So close, he was almost afraid to move, and yet he wanted it. Needed it, really, more than he'd ever thought possible, but this was far beyond anything he'd ever experienced, ever imagined, and he couldn't not move, even though moving was rapidly pushing things to an inevitable conclusion he was both longing for and willing to forego for a while, if only they could just keep doingthis. |
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| Topaz | Jan 7 2014, 02:46 PM Post #74 |
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Electric. His mouth, his hands, the press of his body against hers. Eager and enthusiastic. So easy, to sink into that moment, these moments. They seemed outside time, the world flowing on around them as they hung suspended. No sense of other things, only this. Heat and electricity and movement. The surge of bodies, one against the other. His mouth on her her skin, his hands on her breast. Him, inside her and moving and- There. That exact fit, the renewed rush of sensation that made her breath catch and her muscles tense, mouth clamping to his. Urgency, now, in her movements and Doug's gasp matched her own as he found it, too. Pleasure and need and a rush toward that precipice. It drove away all other thoughts, leaving her with only need as her hands skimmed over his back, one lifting, fingers tangling in his hair. Drawing him closer as it built and built on itself, whole of her being focused on that one thing. That one goal. Tensing, she gasped, breath drawing in sharply as she arched against him, hips pressing in tight to his, rocking, sinking into that onrush of sensation. Nothing else, only that. Then her breath left again, coming out in a rush, muscles clenching, tensing, relaxing as her arms tightened around him, urging him to find his own release. |
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| Cypher | Jan 11 2014, 08:32 PM Post #75 |
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Moving. It was his only thought, only desire, as he felt a surge of pleasure, of need. As Topaz's mouth met his, her hand tangling in his hair. Drawing him in, pulling him along to the conclusion he desperately wanted. And knowing, without any doubt, that she wanted the exact same thing. He felt her tense, her breath catching as her hips rocked up tight against his, muscles tensing around him, her arms pulling him closer. And then the world exploded in a flash of pure sensation, and he cried out as his hips drove in hard against hers, his back and neck arching. No, he'd never imagined, he decided as he felt the energy seem to drain from his body, and he sank down against her, gasping for air he hadn't even realized he'd needed. |
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