[Way to make her feel guilty—it doesn't stop her though.] All the more reason for me to make it up to you. [And going to lightly poke his cheek with the vibrator.]
[He should have figured that out a while ago. And while she could free herself, she looks at him a moment instead, thoughts forming. Then there's a small cant of her head, a lean forward toward him, a pull of her hands as she uses that grip against him to tug him towards her, and then a smirk.]
I don't. [A straightforward and probably true answer.] But I could probably make you be.
If I wanted to, anyway.
[Now it's her turn to imply possible disinterest, complete with her starting to pull back.]
[Even as she pulls away, he immediately tightens his grip, tugging her forward to meet him in the middle once more. He may not be able to see, but he knows without a doubt that their faces are dangerously close to one another. A faint smirk pulls at one corner of his mouth for a brief moment, and he shows no sign of hesitation, none of the flustered shyness one might expect from someone as supposedly 'square' as she's admitted to believing him to be.]
[Aranea isn't surprised too often. But this is definitely one of those times where there is an actual moment where she doesn't immediately have a follow-up. It's a brief moment, especially when she can so clearly see her expression in the reflection of Ignis's dark glasses.
But rather than be flustered or annoyed, the smirk that had momentarily disappeared returns, a small laugh escaping from somewhere deep in her throat.]
Do I? [Still coy, still not really giving anything.] So far I think you're still drunk.
[At this point she's not sure to what expect, not that she actually expects much. But so far it seems she wouldn't really care one way or the other what happened. If anything.]
[He realizes that it's entirely possible she thinks he won't follow through. After the last twenty-four hours-- hell, after the last year, he has run out of reasons to hesitate or err on the side of caution. His grip on her remains firm, and he leans in to seal his lips over hers without further warning, without the unsteadiness that being truly drunk would bring with it.]
[Feeling his lips on hers is oddly satisfying. It's not that she has any particular need or interest, but there's something about a guy who not only defies expectations but also has the kind of confidence and a little bit of aggression to take initiative. A pure physical attraction. So that is why she will not pull back and instead return it with force, lips parting only briefly so that her teeth graze against his as she pushes back against him.
[It's been so long since he last kissed anyone that he feels, for a moment, like he'd almost forgotten the sensation entirely. Aranea is as aggressive in turn as he'd expected, and the faint scrape of teeth is enough to make him part his own lips against hers, his hold on her wrist remaining, although he allows it some slack at last. All of his remaining senses seem to come alive all at once, the scent of soft skin and leather mingled with something he can't quite put his finger on, his nerves alight with the need to touch someone and be touched for the first time in ages.]
[Feeling the grip slacken, she pulls her wrists away, but only so that she could take his hands instead to guide and place them on her hips before sliding her own hands up his arms to his shoulders. There's only a slight pause when she recalls that one is injured, and there may be a brief moment where that touch almost feels gentle. A brief moment where the kiss breaks so there is just the feeling of warm breath against moist lips.
But it is very brief, only enough to perhaps catch one's breath before she just abruptly pushes him completely onto his back. Not too roughly. That shoulder does remind her that he's still injured. But enough to at least grab his attention as she leans over him, the strands of her hair lightly brushing against his cheek.]
Mmm... [A light hum from her throat as she stares down at him.] Didn't think you had it in you.
[She's teasing him again, being so aggressive but now pulling back and keeping herself separated from him. As if testing to see what he would do.]
[He'd been mildly startled to find himself on his back, but not unpleasantly so-- he even noted the fact that she seemed to take some extra care concerning his injuries. He can feel her teasing, pulling away from him, and even without his sight he can imagine the smirk that must be pulling at her lips.
His fingers lightly dig into the curve of her hips, using his good arm to sharply tug her forward, back towards him. He may not be at his best at the moment, but he's not entirely incapacitated, and he will not simply be passive in this-- whatever this is. His lips are slightly swollen from the kiss, hard and bruising as it had been.]
[There's that small rush, a carnal thrill as she feels his fingers dig in a bit and that tug forward. Her position is now something like a crouch, her chest pressing more against his. More of her would be, but she's deliberately positioned herself so that she's not completely straddling over him. Yet. Part of it is out of consideration of his leg injury, but she'd do the same even without it. All part of the game, as no matter what this is, it's still a game for her. A game of who will fall first, who can pull the other in to move. No mistake, she likes taking the lead, but teasing things out can be just as enjoyable.]
Loads of 'em. [She closes the gap just to lightly pull at his lower lip, tip of her tongue pressing against it before releasing.] But doubt you'd be able to handle it.
[It's a low, teasing murmur against the corner of his mouth, the smirk playing at her lips.]
[Were he not injured, he would already have been making every effort to assert himself, to turn the tide in his favor-- and yet even compromised, he cannot say he objects to any of it, to the comfortable weight of her bearing down on him, her teeth grazing against his lip before teasing at it with her tongue.
He exhales slowly, pleased, a wry smile pulling at one side of his mouth. Warmth and pressure and closeness are all it takes to stir his flesh, having gone without any of it since the world had gone to ruin.]
Perhaps not as I am now. [He turns his head just slightly, just enough that his lips form the words against the curve of her jaw.] Give me time to heal and perhaps I'll defy expectations.
Only "perhaps"? [A light laugh as her hand moves long the ridge of his shoulder, nail just lightly grazing his skin as moves it up along his neck to just under his chin.] Thought you'd be more confident than that.
[She always enjoyed egging people on in general, men in particular. They were always too easy to rile up. Ignis however...he doesn't really fall into those traps, so it's different. Can't really say if it's good or bad quite yet, but it's at least interesting. Besides, it's been a while for her as well, and it hasn't been unpleasant so far.
But maybe she'll just toy with him a little longer.]
[He shivers beneath her, the slightest touch or tease enough to elicit a much stronger reaction than it might have before he lost his sight, before he'd spent all this time alone in the dark. He doesn't seem put off by her remark, only lets out a brief huff of air, amused.]
Nobody likes a braggart.
[Consider this a show of humility.
His hand slowly begins to creep up from her hip, fingers gently tracing the curve of her waist around to the small of her back, feeling out the edges of her that he can't see.
Whatever this is, it's better than if there were feelings involved. Easier. Aranea had never known him well enough to know just how far from himself he had fallen, and somehow that made him feel far less vulnerable, despite being injured and pinned beneath her.]
[Something about the way Ignis is feeling her out is different to what she's used to. She can tell it's a bit exploratory, and him being blind only adds a little more weight to his actions. But that's not it—not the first time a man's groped around her in the dark, after all. It's the way he's doing it. So used to just hot, drunken, passing flings that this kind of light touch is foreign. Strange. Not unpleasant.
It almost makes her feel wary, but while it had distracted her, it was momentary. No time to think or become aware of things, just keep teasing and moving. Like running her fingers back down his neck, hooking one over his collar before working the top button. Doesn't take much to undo it, really.]
That's implying you have something to brag about. How many women have you been with, really? [An almost mocking tone before her lips curl into a smile.] Or men.
[Hey, she can see him swinging both ways. Or the same way, mostly. She really wouldn't have been that surprised. Besides, those little toys had to be used by or with someone.]
[His breath hitches softly in his throat as his top button comes undone, and his explorations continue as he slides one hand up her back, fingers slipping beneath her shirt and investigating new territory, his touch careful but calloused from long hours of gripping pens much too hard while bent over his work, or late nights spent practicing with his daggers in the Citadel's training facility.
He doesn't miss that note in her voice, and he bites back a laugh, lower lip catching between his teeth for a moment as he carefully rests the hand of his injured arm against her hip.]
I'd probably figure it out one way or another. [Again, more implications from her tone of voice as she continues to undo one more button and then a third before slipping her hand underneath. Slowly. Nails just grazing against his chest and weight shifting to rise just slightly for better access.
Huh, more well built than she thought. Nice.]
But hey. You said you had surprises. [Her mouth, which had remained by his up until now, travels down his jawline to his ear.]
Surprise me.
[The words are low but firm murmur, almost like a sultry command before her teeth grab hold for a small bite.
She's more than ready to get this show on the road, but she's also not willing to just give him anything more than she has.]
[A low hiss escapes him, and for a moment he truly hates that he has little choice but to be passive-- it's unlike him, and well outside his comfort zone, but with both an injured arm and leg, he's at a massive disadvantage. That said, he certainly enjoys her teasing attentions, head dropping back against his headboard in response to the playful bite.
There's no denying his interest now, with physical evidence of it becoming more and more apparent, and he lets out a brief but undeniably frustrated noise, dissatisfied with the current state of things-- despite the fact that many facets of it are quite agreeable.]
You might have fared better prior to my being injured.
[And yet, there was no guarantee that there would be another opportunity once he'd healed. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Indifferent, or potentially disappointed?
A part of him feels strongly inclined to lean towards the latter.]
Generally, I don't believe in letting a lady do all the work.
[There's just a low chuckle as she pulls away from him.]
Wouldn't be the first time. [Definitely a derogatory statement of most if not all of her previous partners. All right, no, there may have been some pretty good ones, but it's not like she really keeps track.] However...
[If he was starting to miss her closeness, he'll soon be reunited when he feels her legs sling over his so that she is firmly straddling him on his hips, both of her hands now firmly pressed against his stomach and drifting lower to slip just beneath the top of his pants.]
I could make an exception this one time. Or—[And now she slowly rocks her hips down, pressing her weight against that telltale bulge.]—I could just leave you hanging right here.
[Again there is a smirk in her voice, and again she is just continuing to tease him. She really could just leave him there like that. Even though she has no issue going through with this, she is in part concerned about his injuries. But that is one reason why she's just egging him on, other than being her usual self. If she can see that he would actually be able to handle it, then all bets are off. And clothes.]
[The remark alone would have been enough to make him laugh, if not for more pressing matters-- none of which he had expected when it had been announced that he had a visitor. A soft groan escapes him as she very knowingly rolls her weight against him, not quite as stifled as he might like, and her teasing in itself feels something like a test.]
I would hope that you wouldn't be quite so cruel.
[But he knows better than to make assumptions, even though he would very much like to continue, to steal back something of the person he once was, even if it only lasted a short while. Even if it was just this once.
He wouldn't say as much, wouldn't allow himself to admit how much weight this spontaneous and seemingly frivolous act would actually mean to him.
He uses both hands to explore now, though the touch of the left is noticeably more delicate than the right as a result of his injured shoulder, and he pulls both of his hands over her hips and down her thighs before letting them slowly travel back upwards again, thumb stroking experimentally against her stomach as the other hand toys with the hem of her shirt, teasing at starting to tug it off of her.]
If you did, I suppose I could always take care of myself, but I doubt that would be anywhere near as much fun for either of us.
[There's a slow, deep exhale as she feels his hands exploring her, and she does notice how his left is not as firm as the other. As she feels that tug on her shirt, her own hands travel back up across his navel to over his shirt to return to where she had left her work half-finished. She'll undo just one more button before sliding her hands underneath once more, parting the fabric as she does.
Wow, he really is more built than she expected.
Leaning forward, he'll feel her weight press down against him with the movement. It won't be as hard as before, but it will be noticeable.]
No, but who knows. Maybe I could just borrow your little partner and have more fun with myself.
[Another derisive remark, another dig to challenge him. Well, as much of a challenge as he can in his current condition.]
[He reacts quickly, taking advantage of her having leaned forward, threading his fingers through her hair as he takes hold of the back of her head, pulling her further down to meet him in a kiss, this one far more demanding than those that came before it. The other hand continues to toy with her top, finally beginning to slowly roll the edge of it upwards as though he were unwrapping a gift to himself.]
That would be a terrible waste.
[The words are murmured against her lips, though the image that particular dig conjures up certainly isn't an unpleasant one. He feels a shiver run through him as his shirt is parted, the slide of her touch against his shirt near electric, setting his nerves alight with sensation, awakening a craving for more.]
[She is actually surprised by the sudden kiss, but not unpleasantly so. Especially when she feels the demand behind it, one that she counters with her own until it breaks. She can feel him toying with her top and it rising her up along her back. She half wonders how he'll handle the bra, actually amused at the thought since that would be a good tell as to whatever experience he has.
Her hands had gripped his sides more firmly during the kiss, and now one moves up to alongside his neck and then fingering the frames of his glasses.]
Mmm, would it? [She playfully bites at his lower lip.] Personally I think all this talking is a waste. [Of time.
And she'll once again press her hips down against him, but this time with a lot more force and with a biting kiss to seal the deal.]
[Another groan escapes him, louder this time-- though it's muted by their meeting of lips, harsh and searing as the kiss is. The biting doesn't seem to bother him in the least-- in fact, he bites back the first opportunity he has, catching her own lower lip between his teeth. The kiss breaks only long enough for him to finally free her from her top, his hand skimming down her back and coming to rest between her shoulderblades before he finds the clasp of her bra, deftly working it with one hand, having no need for a visual.
It's been some time, but nimble fingers serve him well, and he unclasps it without much difficulty despite being a touch rusty.]
I'm inclined to agree.
[There's little he can do about his own clothing with her having him pinned, but he'll let her manage that as she likes, turning his face into her touch as she toys with his glasses.]
[The sudden of rush of air meeting bare skin sends a soft shiver down her spine, one that only incites her further. She's even more intrigued when she feels him handle the clasp one handed, and in some ways amused. Clearly has done it before, just not recently—or often.
So there's just a small laugh against his mouth as she straightens just enough to pull the rest off herself and discard it before taking off his glasses, setting it aside somewhere (she tries to put it far enough away, but you know, kind of too preoccupied to really be that considerate), and then returning her mouth to his. Really a shame he can't see her, but then again at least she doesn't have to bother putting on a show for him. Not that she would, but sometimes it can be fun.
She'll first reach down to finish undoing those buttons—though at this point it's a bit more rushed and forceful. If he loses one—well she got him a new one already and maybe Iris can fix it later (while both questioning and not questioning what happened—probably). As to the puzzle on how to remove said shirt, well she may give him a little leeway to rise up as her hands slide up his chest and to his shoulder to help pull and tug those sleeves off.
Of course if she gets impatient enough she may just pull him upright for herself, so there's that option as well.]
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And how do you know I would be interested?
[Trick question, probably.]
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I don't. [A straightforward and probably true answer.] But I could probably make you be.
If I wanted to, anyway.
[Now it's her turn to imply possible disinterest, complete with her starting to pull back.]
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I think you do.
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But rather than be flustered or annoyed, the smirk that had momentarily disappeared returns, a small laugh escaping from somewhere deep in her throat.]
Do I? [Still coy, still not really giving anything.] So far I think you're still drunk.
[At this point she's not sure to what expect, not that she actually expects much. But so far it seems she wouldn't really care one way or the other what happened. If anything.]
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No such thing as going slow in her book.]
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But it is very brief, only enough to perhaps catch one's breath before she just abruptly pushes him completely onto his back. Not too roughly. That shoulder does remind her that he's still injured. But enough to at least grab his attention as she leans over him, the strands of her hair lightly brushing against his cheek.]
Mmm... [A light hum from her throat as she stares down at him.] Didn't think you had it in you.
[She's teasing him again, being so aggressive but now pulling back and keeping herself separated from him. As if testing to see what he would do.]
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[He'd been mildly startled to find himself on his back, but not unpleasantly so-- he even noted the fact that she seemed to take some extra care concerning his injuries. He can feel her teasing, pulling away from him, and even without his sight he can imagine the smirk that must be pulling at her lips.
His fingers lightly dig into the curve of her hips, using his good arm to sharply tug her forward, back towards him. He may not be at his best at the moment, but he's not entirely incapacitated, and he will not simply be passive in this-- whatever this is. His lips are slightly swollen from the kiss, hard and bruising as it had been.]
No doubt you are, as well.
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Loads of 'em. [She closes the gap just to lightly pull at his lower lip, tip of her tongue pressing against it before releasing.] But doubt you'd be able to handle it.
[It's a low, teasing murmur against the corner of his mouth, the smirk playing at her lips.]
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He exhales slowly, pleased, a wry smile pulling at one side of his mouth. Warmth and pressure and closeness are all it takes to stir his flesh, having gone without any of it since the world had gone to ruin.]
Perhaps not as I am now. [He turns his head just slightly, just enough that his lips form the words against the curve of her jaw.] Give me time to heal and perhaps I'll defy expectations.
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[She always enjoyed egging people on in general, men in particular. They were always too easy to rile up. Ignis however...he doesn't really fall into those traps, so it's different. Can't really say if it's good or bad quite yet, but it's at least interesting. Besides, it's been a while for her as well, and it hasn't been unpleasant so far.
But maybe she'll just toy with him a little longer.]
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Nobody likes a braggart.
[Consider this a show of humility.
His hand slowly begins to creep up from her hip, fingers gently tracing the curve of her waist around to the small of her back, feeling out the edges of her that he can't see.
Whatever this is, it's better than if there were feelings involved. Easier. Aranea had never known him well enough to know just how far from himself he had fallen, and somehow that made him feel far less vulnerable, despite being injured and pinned beneath her.]
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It almost makes her feel wary, but while it had distracted her, it was momentary. No time to think or become aware of things, just keep teasing and moving. Like running her fingers back down his neck, hooking one over his collar before working the top button. Doesn't take much to undo it, really.]
That's implying you have something to brag about. How many women have you been with, really? [An almost mocking tone before her lips curl into a smile.] Or men.
[Hey, she can see him swinging both ways. Or the same way, mostly. She really wouldn't have been that surprised. Besides, those little toys had to be used by or with someone.]
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[His breath hitches softly in his throat as his top button comes undone, and his explorations continue as he slides one hand up her back, fingers slipping beneath her shirt and investigating new territory, his touch careful but calloused from long hours of gripping pens much too hard while bent over his work, or late nights spent practicing with his daggers in the Citadel's training facility.
He doesn't miss that note in her voice, and he bites back a laugh, lower lip catching between his teeth for a moment as he carefully rests the hand of his injured arm against her hip.]
You're curious as to which.
[It's not a question.]
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Huh, more well built than she thought. Nice.]
But hey. You said you had surprises. [Her mouth, which had remained by his up until now, travels down his jawline to his ear.]
Surprise me.
[The words are low but firm murmur, almost like a sultry command before her teeth grab hold for a small bite.
She's more than ready to get this show on the road, but she's also not willing to just give him anything more than she has.]
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There's no denying his interest now, with physical evidence of it becoming more and more apparent, and he lets out a brief but undeniably frustrated noise, dissatisfied with the current state of things-- despite the fact that many facets of it are quite agreeable.]
You might have fared better prior to my being injured.
[And yet, there was no guarantee that there would be another opportunity once he'd healed. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Indifferent, or potentially disappointed?
A part of him feels strongly inclined to lean towards the latter.]
Generally, I don't believe in letting a lady do all the work.
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Wouldn't be the first time. [Definitely a derogatory statement of most if not all of her previous partners. All right, no, there may have been some pretty good ones, but it's not like she really keeps track.] However...
[If he was starting to miss her closeness, he'll soon be reunited when he feels her legs sling over his so that she is firmly straddling him on his hips, both of her hands now firmly pressed against his stomach and drifting lower to slip just beneath the top of his pants.]
I could make an exception this one time. Or—[And now she slowly rocks her hips down, pressing her weight against that telltale bulge.]—I could just leave you hanging right here.
[Again there is a smirk in her voice, and again she is just continuing to tease him. She really could just leave him there like that. Even though she has no issue going through with this, she is in part concerned about his injuries. But that is one reason why she's just egging him on, other than being her usual self. If she can see that he would actually be able to handle it, then all bets are off. And clothes.]
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I would hope that you wouldn't be quite so cruel.
[But he knows better than to make assumptions, even though he would very much like to continue, to steal back something of the person he once was, even if it only lasted a short while. Even if it was just this once.
He wouldn't say as much, wouldn't allow himself to admit how much weight this spontaneous and seemingly frivolous act would actually mean to him.
He uses both hands to explore now, though the touch of the left is noticeably more delicate than the right as a result of his injured shoulder, and he pulls both of his hands over her hips and down her thighs before letting them slowly travel back upwards again, thumb stroking experimentally against her stomach as the other hand toys with the hem of her shirt, teasing at starting to tug it off of her.]
If you did, I suppose I could always take care of myself, but I doubt that would be anywhere near as much fun for either of us.
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Wow, he really is more built than she expected.
Leaning forward, he'll feel her weight press down against him with the movement. It won't be as hard as before, but it will be noticeable.]
No, but who knows. Maybe I could just borrow your little partner and have more fun with myself.
[Another derisive remark, another dig to challenge him. Well, as much of a challenge as he can in his current condition.]
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That would be a terrible waste.
[The words are murmured against her lips, though the image that particular dig conjures up certainly isn't an unpleasant one. He feels a shiver run through him as his shirt is parted, the slide of her touch against his shirt near electric, setting his nerves alight with sensation, awakening a craving for more.]
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Her hands had gripped his sides more firmly during the kiss, and now one moves up to alongside his neck and then fingering the frames of his glasses.]
Mmm, would it? [She playfully bites at his lower lip.] Personally I think all this talking is a waste. [Of time.
And she'll once again press her hips down against him, but this time with a lot more force and with a biting kiss to seal the deal.]
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It's been some time, but nimble fingers serve him well, and he unclasps it without much difficulty despite being a touch rusty.]
I'm inclined to agree.
[There's little he can do about his own clothing with her having him pinned, but he'll let her manage that as she likes, turning his face into her touch as she toys with his glasses.]
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So there's just a small laugh against his mouth as she straightens just enough to pull the rest off herself and discard it before taking off his glasses, setting it aside somewhere (she tries to put it far enough away, but you know, kind of too preoccupied to really be that considerate), and then returning her mouth to his. Really a shame he can't see her, but then again at least she doesn't have to bother putting on a show for him. Not that she would, but sometimes it can be fun.
She'll first reach down to finish undoing those buttons—though at this point it's a bit more rushed and forceful. If he loses one—well she got him a new one already and maybe Iris can fix it later (while both questioning and not questioning what happened—probably). As to the puzzle on how to remove said shirt, well she may give him a little leeway to rise up as her hands slide up his chest and to his shoulder to help pull and tug those sleeves off.
Of course if she gets impatient enough she may just pull him upright for herself, so there's that option as well.]
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