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[ Inexperience or no, that kind of enthusiasm is always a plus, and it has Meg taking in a slow breath as she rolls her hips back against the girl's leg. She's not so bad at this; maybe Meg should be doing a little more - you know, reward her for all the hard work. ]
Ah, so you're in need of a little... ego boost, is that it? Well... [ she murmurs, shifting to curl her free hand in Heather's hair, tracing circles down to the nape of her neck, ] You're hair's gorgeous, Goldilocks. And I know the carpet matches the drapes...
[ The way her voice has changed is intriguing, Meg thinks as her fingers continue teasing at her apex, wondering just what other changes she could draw out of her. But there's no rush here; they've got all day. Dipping her head, she presses a kiss to Heather's shoulder and makes her way inward, saying, ] And you have really nice bone structure. [ To demonstrate, she bites down, gently pulling the skin over Heather's collarbone between her teeth. ]
Ah, so you're in need of a little... ego boost, is that it? Well... [ she murmurs, shifting to curl her free hand in Heather's hair, tracing circles down to the nape of her neck, ] You're hair's gorgeous, Goldilocks. And I know the carpet matches the drapes...
[ The way her voice has changed is intriguing, Meg thinks as her fingers continue teasing at her apex, wondering just what other changes she could draw out of her. But there's no rush here; they've got all day. Dipping her head, she presses a kiss to Heather's shoulder and makes her way inward, saying, ] And you have really nice bone structure. [ To demonstrate, she bites down, gently pulling the skin over Heather's collarbone between her teeth. ]
After this, she'll have to acknowledge the bad she's done, tell herself not to run back to him, and deny the fact that she has never ever stopped caring about him, even if she feels he's better off without her. The nagging voice in her head that never seems to silence itself whispers questions about how she really feels, wondering what her heart wants.
On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
Not really, [ she confesses, lifting her chin for her, ] I just like hearing you talk and - bonus if it's about me.
[ Meg has an old fashioned kind of voice, like a movie actress from golden age Hollywood. She knows exactly how to stretch her words to make her squirm. Heather's not ashamed of her clipped, girly speech, but she'd rather let her talk. Bonus points if it's dirty.
Heather moves one of her hands around her, drawing her fingertips down her spine. She doesn't want to rid her of her shirt yet because that means she'll have to pull away and she definitely doesn't want that. She gasps and giggles again at the bite, pressing her knee against her in retaliation. ]
[ Meg has an old fashioned kind of voice, like a movie actress from golden age Hollywood. She knows exactly how to stretch her words to make her squirm. Heather's not ashamed of her clipped, girly speech, but she'd rather let her talk. Bonus points if it's dirty.
Heather moves one of her hands around her, drawing her fingertips down her spine. She doesn't want to rid her of her shirt yet because that means she'll have to pull away and she definitely doesn't want that. She gasps and giggles again at the bite, pressing her knee against her in retaliation. ]
"Gods, Nat," he groans, his grip on her tightening and releasing in turns. He loves her still, and he's more than happy to have this time with her, but going this slow is driving him to the edge of his sanity. If they had some more space, he'd move her under him and make good use of her bonds. But in Natalie's car, they're a bit more restricted, so the best he can do at the moment is grab her wrists to pull her against him with his other hand on her backside, opening his eyes to meet hers as he tries to move a little faster.
Natalie lets her gaze lock on his, lips parted after she licks them thoughtfully. When he pulls her against his body, she whines softly and quickens her pace, grinding her hips against him. She loves how that feels, Leo grabbing her, having him between her legs. She still poses a challenge for him, wanting him to take control from her.
His breath comes in a soft gasp, almost relieved to have her moving even a little bit faster. There's an intensity in his eyes that isn't usually there, driven in part by their experiments, as well as the way she moves over him and the sounds she makes. And how she's more or less relinquished control of this to him - not something that always gets him going, but today, it's working, and he pulls her to him impatiently, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
She understands the possessiveness, the heightened emotions whenever they're together. She knows she can easily slip through his fingers like smoke in the blink of an eye but right now she's as solid as the earth.
Her eyebrows are lifted to challenge him further, to get him to do something else to make her move faster.
Her eyebrows are lifted to challenge him further, to get him to do something else to make her move faster.
One of the best things about dating, if you asked Henry, was the cuddling. Maybe that sounds totally girly, but he didn't care; it was great, having a girl close to him, curled up on his chest, especially this girl - a goddess, even. When he stopped to think about it, that little fact still blew his mind. He's a pretty simple guy, at heart, and here he was, chosen by Calypso.
His fingers played in her hair as they laid there, content to lie here among twisted sheets. They were in a tangle of limbs, but that was the way Henry liked it, though somehow Calypso still managed to look nothing short of beautiful. She had that way about her - one of the things he loved about her - and he almost wanted to see if she was even capable of getting her feathers ruffled at all. To test the theory, he gave a gentle shake of his hand, mussing up her hair.
His fingers played in her hair as they laid there, content to lie here among twisted sheets. They were in a tangle of limbs, but that was the way Henry liked it, though somehow Calypso still managed to look nothing short of beautiful. She had that way about her - one of the things he loved about her - and he almost wanted to see if she was even capable of getting her feathers ruffled at all. To test the theory, he gave a gentle shake of his hand, mussing up her hair.
Clothing was optional in private, which Calypso enjoyed. It didn't always have to accompany anything sexual, though she obviously enjoyed that sort of contact as well. The feel of skin on skin was a comfort to her and all he ever had to do was pull her close and keep her there, as a reminder that he never has to leave and she will never have to be alone.
She slept soundly in his shirt, only one leg covered by the sheet. Her hair was only momentarily messy before falling just so around her shoulder, fanning out along the pillow. That all just comes with being who she is - but the motion itself did disturb her. Calypso wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulder, curling in closer to him.
She slept soundly in his shirt, only one leg covered by the sheet. Her hair was only momentarily messy before falling just so around her shoulder, fanning out along the pillow. That all just comes with being who she is - but the motion itself did disturb her. Calypso wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulder, curling in closer to him.
She lets out a soft, pleased sound when his mouth meets her flesh. He's occupied, and she's worked to develop a slack on the length around her wrists. She just needs a few moments more.
But as distracted as he is, he's doing a fine enough job of distracting her from her own attentions, and as his mouth moves downward, her nipples start to become more pronounced in her anticipation, her body begging for his attention. It's difficult compartmentalizing when Gale is so devoted to keeping her in the present.
But as distracted as he is, he's doing a fine enough job of distracting her from her own attentions, and as his mouth moves downward, her nipples start to become more pronounced in her anticipation, her body begging for his attention. It's difficult compartmentalizing when Gale is so devoted to keeping her in the present.
He knows she’s trying to draw him out somehow; he can see the dare in her eyes, and his own narrow in thought. A glance upward gives him an idea, and in the space of a moment, he’s taken her hands and hooked the bandana on the clothing hanger, turning his eyes back to Natalie as if to say, “Your move.” His hands, on the way down, ghost over her sides, leaving a trail of sparks behind them until they settle, moving her hips quicker to satisfy the need he’s feeling.
He should have known, Henry thought, chest rumbling with a low, sleepy chuckle. She is a goddess, after all; they all had a sort of unnatural beauty about them, he’d noticed, even the guys. Calypso could be gorgeous even with mud all over her face.
Henry shifts, the movement slight, but enough to make him completely comfortable with her where she is. She’s cute - a thought he never expected to have about a goddess, they’re usually doing the too-pretty-for-you thing to be considered anything like cute - but seeing her in his clothes, comfortably sprawled over him… It’s cute, and there’s not really a better word for it. It’s the kind of thing some guys dream about when they have a girlfriend, only most guys aren’t quite as lucky as Henry thinks he is right now. Once he’s settled, he sighs contentedly, hand still playing in her hair.
Henry shifts, the movement slight, but enough to make him completely comfortable with her where she is. She’s cute - a thought he never expected to have about a goddess, they’re usually doing the too-pretty-for-you thing to be considered anything like cute - but seeing her in his clothes, comfortably sprawled over him… It’s cute, and there’s not really a better word for it. It’s the kind of thing some guys dream about when they have a girlfriend, only most guys aren’t quite as lucky as Henry thinks he is right now. Once he’s settled, he sighs contentedly, hand still playing in her hair.
Progress is slow and gradual, with Gale taking his time so he doesn’t miss anything. He’s pressing down against her as he moves down, giving them both a little friction to benefit from, and his hands wander down, down, and further down, over her sides and hips and backside before going back up her thighs around her front, slowly inching closer to her center. His priority right now, however, is exploring her body with his mouth, and Gale is more than a little pleased to note the state of her breasts when he gets there, pulling one of her nipples gently between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it.
Well, then. Maybe you should give me something to talk about, huh?
[ She’s already doing fabulously, though, Megara has to admit. She shivers pleasantly at Heather’s touch, and licks at her collarbone in response. ]
And such soft hands, [ Meg murmurs, her hand slowly circling down from Heather’s neck over her shoulder. ] You must moisturize every day.
[ She’s already doing fabulously, though, Megara has to admit. She shivers pleasantly at Heather’s touch, and licks at her collarbone in response. ]
And such soft hands, [ Meg murmurs, her hand slowly circling down from Heather’s neck over her shoulder. ] You must moisturize every day.
The smirk easily and slowly slides over her lips, glad to have finally pushed him into making a move. She watches him hook the fabric over her head and she shakes her hair off her shoulders, enjoying the pressure on her hips, the push of his hands into her thighs.
She doesn't have many moves, having willingly given them up, but the most she can do is resist for now, keeping at that slow pace with a delighted twinkle in her eyes, licking her lips slowly before a groan slips out through her throat.
She doesn't have many moves, having willingly given them up, but the most she can do is resist for now, keeping at that slow pace with a delighted twinkle in her eyes, licking her lips slowly before a groan slips out through her throat.
[ She smiles, her mind spinning because there are a million things she wants to do to her, with her, like steal a million kisses. ]
Well, I like looking nice. [ The same tropical scent every day, too. (Thankfully, she got past her glitter lotion phase.)
It's about time she'll give her something to talk about. Slowly, she draws a line down her front, replacing her knee with a feather light touch of her middle finger over her center. ]
Well, I like looking nice. [ The same tropical scent every day, too. (Thankfully, she got past her glitter lotion phase.)
It's about time she'll give her something to talk about. Slowly, she draws a line down her front, replacing her knee with a feather light touch of her middle finger over her center. ]
He curses under his breath, frustrated at the resistance. His eyes stay on her, his hands tightening on her hips and pulling a little more forcefully with another burst of sparks to spur Natalie forward. It might be a simple effort for her, going so slowly after he's already brought her to a head. But for Leo, it isn't that easy, and the longer she draws it out, the stronger his need grows.
"Are you trying to make me burn your car down?" he grumbles, frowning up at her. If that's what she's after, she's well on her way. It's true that he has much better control of the Blessing now than when they'd started dating back at camp, but there are still occasions when he loses it if distracted, like he is now.
"Are you trying to make me burn your car down?" he grumbles, frowning up at her. If that's what she's after, she's well on her way. It's true that he has much better control of the Blessing now than when they'd started dating back at camp, but there are still occasions when he loses it if distracted, like he is now.
You do look good, [ Meg assures her, and takes a deep breath at Heather's neck. ] You don't smell half bad, either. [ She's more fond of musky scents for herself - vanilla, amber, and the like - but it fits Heather, girlish and pretty.
Her hand continues circling down as Heather touches her, drawing a quiet sigh of approval. She scoots up a bit, dropping a kiss or two on the girl's neck until Meg can catch her mouth instead, nipping at her bottom lip. The favor should be returned, she thinks, brushing her other hand over Heather's center again, this time gently slipping her fingers between folds. ]
Her hand continues circling down as Heather touches her, drawing a quiet sigh of approval. She scoots up a bit, dropping a kiss or two on the girl's neck until Meg can catch her mouth instead, nipping at her bottom lip. The favor should be returned, she thinks, brushing her other hand over Heather's center again, this time gently slipping her fingers between folds. ]
"Mm," she hums, a smile spreading over her lips as she slowly enters consciousness. The feeling of his hand in her hair brings a warm, pleasant feeling to her core and she curls closer to him.
"Morning," Calypso greets before burying her face in his chest. Most days she's pretty grounded for a goddess, with no domain to rule, few obligations, content to stay lazy with her boyfriend or urge him to things with her. Whatever strikes their fancy.
"Morning," Calypso greets before burying her face in his chest. Most days she's pretty grounded for a goddess, with no domain to rule, few obligations, content to stay lazy with her boyfriend or urge him to things with her. Whatever strikes their fancy.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he replies, amused. It's not often that most people get to see a goddess in a moment of weakness, but Henry finds it endearing. It makes her more human, less terrifying and... well, divine, and out of reach. "Comfortable?"
[ Meg's a step ahead of her, which is fine. More than fine, if the way Heather moans into her kiss says anything about it. She's melting against her, not used to being the girl at someone else's mercy. Especially a gorgeous brunette who's talking about her better qualities.
As sweet as she is, she'll try to prove she isn't all sugar. Her fingers don't press into her just yet, simply stroking, hardly touching, enough to let her know she's there and she's going to get her off - just not at this very moment. ]
As sweet as she is, she'll try to prove she isn't all sugar. Her fingers don't press into her just yet, simply stroking, hardly touching, enough to let her know she's there and she's going to get her off - just not at this very moment. ]
It's actually tempting, laughing at his frustrations, but she's nice enough not to do it, especially since he had taken such care to give her that orgasm just moments before. Only sometimes does she acknowledge the power she has over him, delighting in making him squirm like this. Over time, she had at least grown comfortable with her sexuality - at least around Leo, who knows every inch of her skin and what makes her moan, even with their separation.
Her brown eyes hold a mischievous sparkle, even as she obliges, rolling her hips, pushing against him.
Her brown eyes hold a mischievous sparkle, even as she obliges, rolling her hips, pushing against him.
If he's honest, Leo actually loves it when she does this sort of thing, taking full advantage of his weakness for her even when he's supposedly the one in power - see the bandana tying her hands together. It makes things a little more interesting, bringing in another layer of intensity to their relationship, such as it is.
He can see the mirth in her eyes, and sets him on edge, stuck somewhere between intrigued and annoyed at how easily Natalie can do this to him. Pushing himself up, Leo gives his hips a little jerk, and reaches up to touch her cheek, pulling her to him for a rough, sloppy kiss.
He can see the mirth in her eyes, and sets him on edge, stuck somewhere between intrigued and annoyed at how easily Natalie can do this to him. Pushing himself up, Leo gives his hips a little jerk, and reaches up to touch her cheek, pulling her to him for a rough, sloppy kiss.
[ There's a smirk playing at her lips as they kiss, smug and quite pleased at how Heather sounds. And the way she melts like butter under her hands... well, they can count that as one more thing Meg likes about the girl, sweet and willing and all too eager to please and be pleased. This is a deal she could definitely stand to keep.
Her hand trails down, eventually coming to stop at Heather's chest, giving her a light through the fabric of her shirt. Meg makes a soft, humming sound at what the hand below her navel is doing, encouraging her to keep going. ]
Her hand trails down, eventually coming to stop at Heather's chest, giving her a light through the fabric of her shirt. Meg makes a soft, humming sound at what the hand below her navel is doing, encouraging her to keep going. ]
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