Gipsy should really stop comparing this to battle. It's really not very similar at all. Wins and losses and jaegers and kaiju -- nothing even remotely close to the way his hands feel on her skin and the way he's looking at her. Unfortunately, she's doesn't have a lot to relate the experience to besides that, so it is what it is. As they do this more (and oh, does she want to), she'll have more of a frame of reference.
She sighs and adjusts under him, just a little, hips lifting to press up before settling back down. She's bared and while she's certain that he's very enthralled in her wearing considerably less clothing, Gipsy would really feel better if they were a matched set in that. It's only fair, right?
"These...are infuriating." She mumbles, hands picking at the buttons on his shirt. She's glad she's only got the one, just there on her standard issue pants.
He plans to do this as often as possible. Gipsy is stunningly beautiful, and if this furthers the stereotype of a middle-aged man going after a pretty young thing, well, Hercules doesn't care. He's pretty sure most middle-aged men don't fall for behemoth-sized robots, even if they are beautiful young women in their heads.
He's far too distracted by the taste of her synthetic skin beneath his lips to care about his shirt, which is why he just hums distractedly when she gripes about the buttons that are thwarting her. Herc's a little busy with sliding his fingers under the band of her bra and carefully peeling it up and off.
Just as he anticipated, her skin is flawless, her body a perfect representation of a beautiful woman. It's almost infuriating. Except that he gets to enjoy it, so really...
His hand fits perfectly against her breast like they were made for each other, the perfect skin soft and silky smooth beneath his fingers, and Herc has to muffle a quiet noise against her neck as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses there, a little overwhelmed by the fact that this is all real, it's all happening in real life. He really has her here, spread out on his bed, this is really her body that's responding so eagerly to his, those are really her hands roving across his shoulders.
It feels a little like a dream to her -- when you self destruct at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, you don't really expect to ever see the person you've fallen in love with again. Especially when they're human and you're the size of a sky scraper.
She gives up on those infernal buttons for now because he's busy removing more of her clothing and really bares her before him. She's nervous all over again and there's a twist of apprehension in her gut that's quickly extinguished by the noise he makes and the immediateness that his hands find her skin once more. It's reassuring, and it feels amazing. It sends what's not becoming a familiar rush through her and has her fidgeting beneath him, just a little.
It reminds her of when she'd lived through that memory through him, but this time she can pinpoint the ache she'd felt now that she's experiencing it for herself.
Lifting a trembling hand, Gipsy carefully rests a protective hand on the back of his head, fingers tracing over his hair as she bites on her lower lip, a little groan bubbling in her chest. My pilot. Mine.
She groans, her hand finding his hair, and that's it— he's done. How is he supposed to resist her when she makes wondering little noises like that?
He can't.
His lips travel down south, trailing wet little kisses across the swell of her breast, his stubble raising a hectic pink flush over her pale skin. He has to admit, he rather likes that. What he likes even more, though, is how quickly her nipples pebble when he brushes his lips over those instead, the way her body squirms beneath his when he teases the rosy skin with his tongue.
She's perfect. There's absolutely nothing about her that he would change.
This is like sensory overload for her; every part of her is on fire and sensitized. She feels everything in this moment – every puff of air that escapes his lips, every scrape of his stubble against pale white skin, every hot, wet kiss that his mouth drops on her skin during his trek south.
…She’d worried, at first, what the hell she was supposed to do with her hands. Now it just seems to come naturally. Her nails trace over his scalp and she sucks in a gasp, skin tightening with every swipe of his tongue.
Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as she’d initially thought. It helps that she’d porn surfed his brain before, too.
He may be too old to leave hickeys on her neck, but Hercules is in no way too old to leave hickeys across her chest and stomach. Those will be covered by her clothes, so it's more than okay.
He worries a perfect strawberry-shaped bruise on the underside of her breast, looking very pleased with himself when he pulls back a little to survey his handiwork, taking a moment to puff a stream of cool air across the saliva cooling on her skin just to watch it tighten and goosebumps crawl across her chest and arms.
He's not disappointed.
"You're prefect," he murmurs, echoing his previous thoughts on the matter, ducking back down almost immediately to pay attention to her other breast now. Don't want anyone to feel left out.
He's very thorough, Gipsy will give him that. When he pulls back to examine what he's done, she's trembling and shivering and giving him a particularly wild-eyed look that conveys just how much she's struggling to keep control and not flip him on his back and tear all of his clothes off.
"Only--" She has to take a deep, ragged breath, head tipping back when he goes back down, "only when I'm with you." They complete each other, they fit each other.
He proves it when his mouth fits perfectly back over her opposite breast, and she murmurs his name, three syllables rolling off her tongue in a shuddered sigh.
Maybe it's practice, or maybe it's just that he's not the one being worked over at the moment, but Hercules manages to undo her very sensible trousers as he drags his mouth over her body, leaving behind a trail of hickeys because he just can't help himself. It's not his fault she's so delicious, okay.
He only takes a break to tug them down and off her legs, tossing them to land somewhere on the floor, he doesn't really care right now.
Right now he's got other things to focus on, like her long, smooth legs. Suspiciously smooth, like Tendo didn't bother putting hair follicles into her skin. Not like Hercules minds, of course, especially not when she moans his name, effectively derailing whatever thoughts he may have been trying to articulate.
He gives up on contemplating just what Tendo was thinking when he helped make Gipsy's body, and focuses instead on appreciating said body, starting with scooting down the bed so he can stroke and kiss her legs instead.
Her pants land somewhere in the nebulous region that constitutes 'off the bed', and Gipsy is left there in...well. Nothing, really.
And you know what?
This is so unfair. He's got her entirely naked now, and the favor hasn't been returned yet. Honestly, Hercules -- Gipsy will only be able to endure so much attention lavished on her body for so long. She's been aching for so long to please him and now that she's got the opportunity, he's switched things up.
Hard to complain when he's all over her, though, and especially even more so now that he's out of reach.
"Hercules," she pushes herself up to prop on her elbows, eyes focused on him, and hands gripping at the sheets on his bed. "You...are driving me crazy."
He only realizes after he's started to work his way up her legs that shes...not wearing underwear. He doubts that's a conscious decision on her part, and there's a part of him that's more than a little furious that Tendo thought to get her a bra but not panties. But that part can be dealt with later, because she's complaining about how he's not letting her touch him.
"I know, love." He's utterly unrepentant. "That's the idea."
He winks at her before attaching his lips to her inner thigh, sucking a hickey into the soft skin as he coaxes her to spread her legs for him so he can settle down comfortably between them.
He gets another sharp gasp at that -- sneaky devil -- but she settles her legs around his hips, giving him a tight squeeze and a look. That look, one she's given him on multiple occasions but this time it's backed by her want as well as unyielding affection.
"Come here," she says, and reaches to grasp hold of his shirt and jerk him close to her, tongue swiping over his lower lip before her mouth crushes against his.
He might have to look into a new shirt, because if Gipsy can't get these goddamn buttons undone it's going to just get ripped off.
She hauls him back up to her mouth and he groans a little, disappointed but also not, because how could he be disappointed when he gets to kiss her like that?
"Gipsy, darling, you spoil my fun," he teases, nipping at her lip when she smashes their mouths together.
Her fingers still can't quite figure out his buttons and so he takes pity on her and undoes them himself, shrugging out his shirt and flinging it onto the floor in much the same manner as he took care of her pants. That still leaves him in his undershirt, though, but at least it's progress of a sort.
It is progress. At least now they're getting closer to being more equal in terms of clothing. Everything else...eh, that's still debatable.
"...Do I?" She hesitates for a moment before reaching to tug at the hem of his undershirt, pulling at it so that she can slip her hands beneath it and smooth her palms over his skin.
"There's quite a lot I plan on doing to you, love, but it can wait a moment."
Because her slim, deceptively strong hands feel so nice against his skin. He reaches behind himself and hauls his shirt off, tossing it away on the floor as well, leaving him clad now in just his trousers. Those can be dealt with later, though, because he wants to kiss her now, wants to frame her face in his hands and press his chest to hers, feel her synthetic heart beat against her ribs.
A smile blossoms across her features, though it's quickly covered once more with his mouth. This is precisely what she wanted -- skin to skin, ultimate contact. In many ways, this is as intimate (if not more so) as the Drift could be; she knew everything there, felt everything and saw everything and this...this is equally intimate, just in different ways. It's real as opposed to being confined to their linked minds, and it's two bared bodies pressed hotly against one another, hers and his - like they should be.
There's a certain excitement about this, too. Since she can't read his thoughts, she only has reactions, words, and expressions to go on. It's like a riddle to be solved, one that she has to examine and inspect at all angles before she can really find the answer, the bigger picture.
Gipsy's synthetic heart slams against her ribcage, a frantic rhythm that doesn't give any indication that it's going to ease up. Her arms go around him and she holds him close, pressing him against her as she molds her mouth to his.
For all that Hercules wants to just rip his clothes off (since hers are already dealt with) and just lose himself in her body, this is still Gipsy's first time, and he's determined to make it memorable.
So he holds himself in check, just covers her body with his and kisses her slowly and thoroughly, mapping out her mouth like there will be a test later, one arm curling around her head, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair as the other hand strokes over her body. His hips nudge against hers in a shallow rocking rhythm, his one concession to the need that's coiling in his belly.
He can wait. He can.
He wants to take Gipsy apart first, make him tremble and wail and learn that there is so much good to these fragile human bodies.
She could almost cry with the care that he extends to her; she can sort of tell that that's what he's doing - make it memorable - and as much as she'd like to go wild...moving slow like this is probably best. It's torture, though -- especially when his hips press against her and send another shiver through her body. She shifts under him and releases the hold her legs had on his hips, allowing her feet to settle against the mattress below her.
Alright, alright. Time to relax, and let him take control. Mostly. There's still an impatient streak that Gipsy has always nursed, though instant gratification isn't what she wants right now. She wants slow and long and loving and tender and passion-filled.
So, she can wait, too.
"Sorry," she breathes, trembling a little and cupping the back of his head. "Just -- eager."
He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her as he kisses the tip of her nose.
"That is something you never have to apologize for, Gipsy darling."
It's more than a little gratifying, to have Gipsy be so eager to touch him. Objectively, Hercules knows he's not exactly disgusting. He's fairly handsome. And the fact that he was a Jaeger pilot certainly seems to add a lot to his appeal, if the number of alarmingly young girls who seem to want him (those that don't throw themselves at Raleigh, that is) is any indication. And it's not just the young girls either, he gets a lot of moms eager to 'show him their appreciation.' Which is not something he wants to know about, thank you.
Unless Gipsy were the one appreciating him, because even the year that's passed between their last meeting and now did nothing to dampen his feelings for her.
"Let me do this for you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "There's so much I can show you."
Her lips twist into a wry grin when his lips meet her nose. She supposed he had a point -- when it came to this sort of thing, she had a feeling 'too eager' wasn't in his vocabulary when it came to the pair of them.
She just...wants all the contact that she can get and to have him so far from her was...driving her crazy.
"Okay," she murmurs quietly, allowing her arms to be loose around him, palms gently caressing his back. "You have the floor, Hercules Hansen."
"Thank you, sweetheart," he replies, kissing her one last time before forcing himself to scoot down her body again. Not exactly a hardship, but it means he can't kiss her any more. But what he can do is kiss a meandering path down her torso, nibbling on her skin as he goes. He sucks a brilliant hickey into the skin at her hipbone just because he can and he wants to and knows she won't rebuff him.
Look, sitting back and seeing his marks on her is gratifying, okay, he doesn't need to explain himself.
He finally makes his way down to where he was before, shouldering his way in between her legs, rubbing his lips over her thigh as he gets comfortable. He's trying very hard not to think about the lack of hair on some parts of her body and the inclusion of it on others; Tendo had a very specific goal in mind when he made her, and while Hercules appreciates it, thinking about it is extremely weird. He'd rather not think about how his long-time friend physically created his girlfriend's body and probably decided just what shape and what texture her pubic hair was going to be. Too much awkwardness in that thought tangent, thanks.
She gives his shoulder a squeeze before she releases him and lays back, propped on her elbows so that she can watch him trek downwards.
He's marked her in several places -- Gipsy doesn't mind -- and she finds that endearingly amusing. It's like he's putting a stamp of approval on her and laying a subtle claim at the same time, and Gipsy ruffles his hair a little before he's completely out of her reach.
Her breathing increases when he settles there between her thighs -- she's aware of what's down there and what it is he's probably contemplating on doing, but it doesn't make her any less nervous about it.
He's not sure if she remembers this from when she dug around in his head; hell, he's not even sure if she actually saw him doing this when she dug around in his head. But that's okay, because he's more than happy to be broadening her horizons however he can, and that includes eating her out.
The fact that the woman lying beneath (above?) him is wholly man-made, from her fingers to her toes to her bones to her mind doesn't even seem to register for him. Or it if does, it's so far down his list of priorities that it doesn't even matter. To some people, he's sure that would be a hurdle they could never cross. But for him? It doesn't mean anything. So her bones are metal. So she has silica pathways instead of blood vessels. She's still Gipsy, she's still beautiful, and sweet, and strangely naive in some ways and wise in others... She's still his.
So he doesn't hesitate before leaning in and dragging the tip of his pointed tongue along her slit, all the way up to the little hooded nub that is her clitoris (Jesus Christ, Tendo, you sure were thorough, weren't you?). He muffles his moan against her, repeating the gesture a few more times before he gives in and gives up control and settles in to taste her how he really wants.
The thing she remembered most vividly was the girl with the chestnut brown hair sucking his brains out of his dick. She remembers it sparking several notes of jealousy as well, even though it was completely irrational. She also remembers wondering what it would be like to try that.
This is new, though. It's new and exciting and it's good.
That he's even doing this tells her the faith and trust he has in her, and maybe it's why it's that much more profound for her. Every touch and caress sets her entire body aflame and that tongue--
God, she's going to have to return the favor because she has never, I>ever felt something so incredible in all the time that she's been online.
Ever.
Her hands dig into the sheets, fingers scrambling for purchase and finding it in his sheets. It's a fight, too, to keep her hips from rising up but she does have enough sense not to do that. It's a damned hard thing though, and she vocalizes that - along with her pleasure - in a low groan.
If she ever feels the need to test out what it would be like to give him head, he will be more than willing to be her guinea pig. More than willing. But maybe in a minute, because he's kind of busy here.
His arm snakes around her hip and pins her down — not that he's under any real illusions of being stronger than her, but still, the reminder might help keep her still while he works her over — and Hercules is reminded just why he likes doing this so much. Sure, it's been a few long years since he's been down in this area of a woman's body, but it's not like this is a skill you really forget. And when she had been alive, his wife had been very detailed in her instruction of how he should please her, so he's kind of got this down.
He alternates between long strokes with the flat of his tongue and teasing little flicks with the tip, humming happily when she groans and her hips twitch like she wants to move.
Oh, she does feel the need -- but, yes. Later. She is so not going to be interrupting him. Not in the middle of this -- hell, maybe not ever again.
Gipsy is going to end up screaming -- she knows it. And, it's not going to be like any other scream she may have ever thought or felt or heard. This was going to be entirely different and so, so much better.
Pleasure rakes through her body and it's like a rising tide; it's slow, excruciatingly so, and overwhelming, too. It's like a wave is crashing through her instead of over her, each flick of his tongue sending cognitive messages to what passes for her brain in steady, heart pounding pulses.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:04 pm (UTC)She sighs and adjusts under him, just a little, hips lifting to press up before settling back down. She's bared and while she's certain that he's very enthralled in her wearing considerably less clothing, Gipsy would really feel better if they were a matched set in that. It's only fair, right?
"These...are infuriating." She mumbles, hands picking at the buttons on his shirt. She's glad she's only got the one, just there on her standard issue pants.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:19 pm (UTC)He's far too distracted by the taste of her synthetic skin beneath his lips to care about his shirt, which is why he just hums distractedly when she gripes about the buttons that are thwarting her. Herc's a little busy with sliding his fingers under the band of her bra and carefully peeling it up and off.
Just as he anticipated, her skin is flawless, her body a perfect representation of a beautiful woman. It's almost infuriating. Except that he gets to enjoy it, so really...
His hand fits perfectly against her breast like they were made for each other, the perfect skin soft and silky smooth beneath his fingers, and Herc has to muffle a quiet noise against her neck as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses there, a little overwhelmed by the fact that this is all real, it's all happening in real life. He really has her here, spread out on his bed, this is really her body that's responding so eagerly to his, those are really her hands roving across his shoulders.
It's not a dream.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:33 pm (UTC)She gives up on those infernal buttons for now because he's busy removing more of her clothing and really bares her before him. She's nervous all over again and there's a twist of apprehension in her gut that's quickly extinguished by the noise he makes and the immediateness that his hands find her skin once more. It's reassuring, and it feels amazing. It sends what's not becoming a familiar rush through her and has her fidgeting beneath him, just a little.
It reminds her of when she'd lived through that memory through him, but this time she can pinpoint the ache she'd felt now that she's experiencing it for herself.
Lifting a trembling hand, Gipsy carefully rests a protective hand on the back of his head, fingers tracing over his hair as she bites on her lower lip, a little groan bubbling in her chest. My pilot. Mine.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:45 pm (UTC)He can't.
His lips travel down south, trailing wet little kisses across the swell of her breast, his stubble raising a hectic pink flush over her pale skin. He has to admit, he rather likes that. What he likes even more, though, is how quickly her nipples pebble when he brushes his lips over those instead, the way her body squirms beneath his when he teases the rosy skin with his tongue.
She's perfect. There's absolutely nothing about her that he would change.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:56 pm (UTC)…She’d worried, at first, what the hell she was supposed to do with her hands. Now it just seems to come naturally. Her nails trace over his scalp and she sucks in a gasp, skin tightening with every swipe of his tongue.
Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as she’d initially thought. It helps that she’d porn surfed his brain before, too.
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Date: 2013-07-20 08:03 pm (UTC)He worries a perfect strawberry-shaped bruise on the underside of her breast, looking very pleased with himself when he pulls back a little to survey his handiwork, taking a moment to puff a stream of cool air across the saliva cooling on her skin just to watch it tighten and goosebumps crawl across her chest and arms.
He's not disappointed.
"You're prefect," he murmurs, echoing his previous thoughts on the matter, ducking back down almost immediately to pay attention to her other breast now. Don't want anyone to feel left out.
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Date: 2013-07-20 08:19 pm (UTC)"Only--" She has to take a deep, ragged breath, head tipping back when he goes back down, "only when I'm with you." They complete each other, they fit each other.
He proves it when his mouth fits perfectly back over her opposite breast, and she murmurs his name, three syllables rolling off her tongue in a shuddered sigh.
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Date: 2013-07-20 08:27 pm (UTC)He only takes a break to tug them down and off her legs, tossing them to land somewhere on the floor, he doesn't really care right now.
Right now he's got other things to focus on, like her long, smooth legs. Suspiciously smooth, like Tendo didn't bother putting hair follicles into her skin. Not like Hercules minds, of course, especially not when she moans his name, effectively derailing whatever thoughts he may have been trying to articulate.
He gives up on contemplating just what Tendo was thinking when he helped make Gipsy's body, and focuses instead on appreciating said body, starting with scooting down the bed so he can stroke and kiss her legs instead.
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Date: 2013-07-20 08:39 pm (UTC)And you know what?
This is so unfair. He's got her entirely naked now, and the favor hasn't been returned yet. Honestly, Hercules -- Gipsy will only be able to endure so much attention lavished on her body for so long. She's been aching for so long to please him and now that she's got the opportunity, he's switched things up.
Hard to complain when he's all over her, though, and especially even more so now that he's out of reach.
"Hercules," she pushes herself up to prop on her elbows, eyes focused on him, and hands gripping at the sheets on his bed. "You...are driving me crazy."
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Date: 2013-07-20 08:55 pm (UTC)"I know, love." He's utterly unrepentant. "That's the idea."
He winks at her before attaching his lips to her inner thigh, sucking a hickey into the soft skin as he coaxes her to spread her legs for him so he can settle down comfortably between them.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:00 pm (UTC)"Come here," she says, and reaches to grasp hold of his shirt and jerk him close to her, tongue swiping over his lower lip before her mouth crushes against his.
He might have to look into a new shirt, because if Gipsy can't get these goddamn buttons undone it's going to just get ripped off.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:03 pm (UTC)"Gipsy, darling, you spoil my fun," he teases, nipping at her lip when she smashes their mouths together.
Her fingers still can't quite figure out his buttons and so he takes pity on her and undoes them himself, shrugging out his shirt and flinging it onto the floor in much the same manner as he took care of her pants. That still leaves him in his undershirt, though, but at least it's progress of a sort.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:05 pm (UTC)"...Do I?" She hesitates for a moment before reaching to tug at the hem of his undershirt, pulling at it so that she can slip her hands beneath it and smooth her palms over his skin.
"I don't mean to."
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:10 pm (UTC)Because her slim, deceptively strong hands feel so nice against his skin. He reaches behind himself and hauls his shirt off, tossing it away on the floor as well, leaving him clad now in just his trousers. Those can be dealt with later, though, because he wants to kiss her now, wants to frame her face in his hands and press his chest to hers, feel her synthetic heart beat against her ribs.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:37 pm (UTC)There's a certain excitement about this, too. Since she can't read his thoughts, she only has reactions, words, and expressions to go on. It's like a riddle to be solved, one that she has to examine and inspect at all angles before she can really find the answer, the bigger picture.
Gipsy's synthetic heart slams against her ribcage, a frantic rhythm that doesn't give any indication that it's going to ease up. Her arms go around him and she holds him close, pressing him against her as she molds her mouth to his.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:49 pm (UTC)So he holds himself in check, just covers her body with his and kisses her slowly and thoroughly, mapping out her mouth like there will be a test later, one arm curling around her head, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair as the other hand strokes over her body. His hips nudge against hers in a shallow rocking rhythm, his one concession to the need that's coiling in his belly.
He can wait. He can.
He wants to take Gipsy apart first, make him tremble and wail and learn that there is so much good to these fragile human bodies.
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:02 pm (UTC)Alright, alright. Time to relax, and let him take control. Mostly. There's still an impatient streak that Gipsy has always nursed, though instant gratification isn't what she wants right now. She wants slow and long and loving and tender and passion-filled.
So, she can wait, too.
"Sorry," she breathes, trembling a little and cupping the back of his head. "Just -- eager."
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:20 pm (UTC)"That is something you never have to apologize for, Gipsy darling."
It's more than a little gratifying, to have Gipsy be so eager to touch him. Objectively, Hercules knows he's not exactly disgusting. He's fairly handsome. And the fact that he was a Jaeger pilot certainly seems to add a lot to his appeal, if the number of alarmingly young girls who seem to want him (those that don't throw themselves at Raleigh, that is) is any indication. And it's not just the young girls either, he gets a lot of moms eager to 'show him their appreciation.' Which is not something he wants to know about, thank you.
Unless Gipsy were the one appreciating him, because even the year that's passed between their last meeting and now did nothing to dampen his feelings for her.
"Let me do this for you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "There's so much I can show you."
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:31 pm (UTC)She just...wants all the contact that she can get and to have him so far from her was...driving her crazy.
"Okay," she murmurs quietly, allowing her arms to be loose around him, palms gently caressing his back. "You have the floor, Hercules Hansen."
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:48 pm (UTC)Look, sitting back and seeing his marks on her is gratifying, okay, he doesn't need to explain himself.
He finally makes his way down to where he was before, shouldering his way in between her legs, rubbing his lips over her thigh as he gets comfortable. He's trying very hard not to think about the lack of hair on some parts of her body and the inclusion of it on others; Tendo had a very specific goal in mind when he made her, and while Hercules appreciates it, thinking about it is extremely weird. He'd rather not think about how his long-time friend physically created his girlfriend's body and probably decided just what shape and what texture her pubic hair was going to be. Too much awkwardness in that thought tangent, thanks.
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:53 pm (UTC)He's marked her in several places -- Gipsy doesn't mind -- and she finds that endearingly amusing. It's like he's putting a stamp of approval on her and laying a subtle claim at the same time, and Gipsy ruffles his hair a little before he's completely out of her reach.
Her breathing increases when he settles there between her thighs -- she's aware of what's down there and what it is he's probably contemplating on doing, but it doesn't make her any less nervous about it.
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:13 pm (UTC)The fact that the woman lying beneath (above?) him is wholly man-made, from her fingers to her toes to her bones to her mind doesn't even seem to register for him. Or it if does, it's so far down his list of priorities that it doesn't even matter. To some people, he's sure that would be a hurdle they could never cross. But for him? It doesn't mean anything. So her bones are metal. So she has silica pathways instead of blood vessels. She's still Gipsy, she's still beautiful, and sweet, and strangely naive in some ways and wise in others... She's still his.
So he doesn't hesitate before leaning in and dragging the tip of his pointed tongue along her slit, all the way up to the little hooded nub that is her clitoris (Jesus Christ, Tendo, you sure were thorough, weren't you?). He muffles his moan against her, repeating the gesture a few more times before he gives in and gives up control and settles in to taste her how he really wants.
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Date: 2013-07-21 12:41 am (UTC)This is new, though. It's new and exciting and it's good.
That he's even doing this tells her the faith and trust he has in her, and maybe it's why it's that much more profound for her. Every touch and caress sets her entire body aflame and that tongue--
God, she's going to have to return the favor because she has never, I>ever felt something so incredible in all the time that she's been online.
Ever.
Her hands dig into the sheets, fingers scrambling for purchase and finding it in his sheets. It's a fight, too, to keep her hips from rising up but she does have enough sense not to do that. It's a damned hard thing though, and she vocalizes that - along with her pleasure - in a low groan.
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Date: 2013-07-21 12:48 am (UTC)His arm snakes around her hip and pins her down — not that he's under any real illusions of being stronger than her, but still, the reminder might help keep her still while he works her over — and Hercules is reminded just why he likes doing this so much. Sure, it's been a few long years since he's been down in this area of a woman's body, but it's not like this is a skill you really forget. And when she had been alive, his wife had been very detailed in her instruction of how he should please her, so he's kind of got this down.
He alternates between long strokes with the flat of his tongue and teasing little flicks with the tip, humming happily when she groans and her hips twitch like she wants to move.
Don't worry, baby, Hercules has got you.
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Date: 2013-07-21 12:56 am (UTC)Gipsy is going to end up screaming -- she knows it. And, it's not going to be like any other scream she may have ever thought or felt or heard. This was going to be entirely different and so, so much better.
Pleasure rakes through her body and it's like a rising tide; it's slow, excruciatingly so, and overwhelming, too. It's like a wave is crashing through her instead of over her, each flick of his tongue sending cognitive messages to what passes for her brain in steady, heart pounding pulses.
She's going to lose her goddamn mind.
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