"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.
She tastes slightly...different from what he remembers. Not bad, just a little unusual. He supposes it's because she's synthetic, but even so, the illusion is damn good. If he didn't know she was man-made, he might be able to write it off as diet or just a quirk of her body.
As it is, he kind of likes it. Not that he particularly enjoys the taste of synthetic lubricant — at least, not yet — but she's just slightly different from every other woman he's been with, and that makes her special, as cliche as it sounds. Gipsy isn't just any woman, and he likes to be reminded of that, as often as possible.
Her hips keep moving in little aborted twitchy movements, and Herc applies himself to his task with greater fervor. It stands to reason that a body as unstimulated as hers would react quickly to anything he does, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't incredibly hot to realize how quickly she was winding up.
Gipsy has never had anything this physically intimate done to her. Not ever. To be experiencing it with him and in this magnitude is driving her completely mad. It is, quite honestly, the best thing that has happened to her in her relatively short life this far.
She's trying not to lose it too fast -- she wants this to last, and wants to carve a place in her memory out for this first time with him. She wants to remember this, how it felt and how easily he took to her, like they were meant to be together in every way, not just as jaeger and pilot.
Her breathing is beginning to come in much shorter intervals now and sensations shoot throughout her entire body and she trembles underneath him, body shaking with every pass.
He starts to murmur against her between licks, little broken-off encouragements as she squirms and wiggles beneath him, his hand on her belly stroking in absent reassurance as he really goes to town.
He probably should have shaved before doing this, but for some reason, the idea of stopping what he was doing to go to the bathroom and razor off his semi-permanent beard is not a very appealing one. Gipsy doesn't seem to mind the scrape of his stubble very much, at least, if the way her hips shift against his face is any indication. So, y'know, he's just going to find a way to deal, somehow.
(What a joke. He wants to do this to her every day, clean-shaven or not.)
He can't really hear her breathing shorten over the buzzing in his own ears, and doesn't try to fight the urge to press his hips down into the mattress as he licks into her, seemingly willing to stay down there for hours. Or minutes. Or however long it takes her to lose control and let go.
He murmurs encouragement and Gipsy groans his name as climax slowly starts to creep up on her. It's minutes that he's at work -- maybe five, tops -- because for someone as sexually inexperienced as Gipsy, it's impossible to hold out any longer.
She finds release in a typhoon of sensations, each wave more intense and fucking mind blowing than the last. Heart slamming in her chest, Gipsy looses an indecipherable utterance that is probably some kind of jaeger swear as she finally loses control.
For some people, being quick to come is a failing, but goddamn, Herc thinks this is awesome.
He can't even understand the words coming out of her mouth right now, and he would laugh about that if his mouth wasn't so busy, and all he can do is close his eyes and latch his lips onto her and not let her writhing dislodge him.
It's only when she slumps, exhausted, back against the bed does he let up, lapping at her to gentle her through the last of her aftershocks, marveling at how perfect her body is, how beautifully she reacts to him.
"Christ, love, you're incredible," he murmurs, sounding a little drunk off his arousal, trailing sticky lips up her belly as he crawls back up the length of her body to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
It's not just swearing, either -- it's one of those embarrassingly loud exclamations of pleasure that she is going to be mortified about later because do people really make those sounds?
Either way, he's left her spent and panting on the bed, body twitching and shaking when he brings her down from it. She gropes for him, wanting to feel his heat against her hands again and when he comes back she pulls him in tight, a breathless laugh her only response at first.
She's clumsy in the aftermath, flushed and panting and trembling a little even now, and Hercules feels his heart swell with a painful kind of fondness for this beautiful creature.
He brushes reverent little kisses over her skin, stroking her hair as he makes his way to her lips.
She'd argue that no, it's definitely him because didn't he just make her nearly scream in pleasure? But arguing isn't on the agenda for the day -- more kissing is. A lot more kissing, actually.
Gipsy's hands find his face against and she experiments a little, teeth coming down gently on his lower lip, similar to what he'd done to her much earlier. She's curious if his reaction will be anything like hers was because she really, really hops it is. He did her such a service already, and she'd like to return the favor in any way she can.
She bites him and he rumbles in response, a pleased little noise reverberating in his chest as he uses his body to press her down into his mattress, his still-clothed hips pushing against hers. He had managed to mostly forget the plight of his poor, ignored cock, but the break in festivities has let its clamoring come back front and center in his mind, and he can't help himself from rubbing a little against the top of her thigh.
It becomes kind of a game of trial and error - what makes him happy, what is only mediocre, and what makes him roll his hips against her to remind her of that particular piece of anatomy that she'd pushed him to discuss all that time ago.
Gipsy isn't any expert on men and women and human nature, but she remembers the look on his face when the girl in his memories touched, licked and sucked him. It's a vivid thing for her and it sparks that irritating twinge of jealousy again in Gipsy's core. It makes her hold him to her a little more possessively, her kiss turning a little more demanding.
It's time to do something about those pants -- he's had them on for far too long.
"Help me get these off," she growls, breaking the kiss long enough to say that, and snake her hand down between them to slide against his hardness. "I need the rest of you, Hercules Hansen."
Everything makes him happy, as long as it's coming at the hands of his sweet Gipsy Danger.
Something in her head suddenly ups her determination, if the way she touches him is any indication, her arms around him tightening, her lips pressing harder against his. He wonders what it is, and hopes he'll be able to remember to ask her, later. The way her mind works is a fascinating thing, for sure.
He groans when she slides her palm over the front of his slacks, her hand sure and firm against his dick, and he's only too happy to help her rip the offending clothing off him. It's rather undignified, but sooner or later he gets them off, yanking them down and off his legs, leaving him in just as naked a state as her.
His pants are (finally) kicked to the wayside and Gipsy smiles; a brilliant flash of white teeth contrasting against plush, pink lips.
"Much," she says happily, hand snaking right back down to take him in her hand, fingers tracing over his length. "Much, much better."
Exactly what she's been aiming for since the beginning, actually. She savors the feel of his skin against her hand, and she's not shy about wrapping her fingers around him, testing him a little as she swipes her hand up then down, eyes fixed on his face.
Her fingers close around him and he lets out a quiet, shuddering sigh, licking his lips because oh man, he's almost forgotten how good it feels to have someone else touching him.
It would be better if—
"Here, love," he murmurs, plucking her hand off him and pulling it up to his mouth so he can lick her palm slowly, curling his tongue around her fingers as he watches her with hooded eyes. "Now try."
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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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Date: 2013-07-21 01:26 am (UTC)As it is, he kind of likes it. Not that he particularly enjoys the taste of synthetic lubricant — at least, not yet — but she's just slightly different from every other woman he's been with, and that makes her special, as cliche as it sounds. Gipsy isn't just any woman, and he likes to be reminded of that, as often as possible.
Her hips keep moving in little aborted twitchy movements, and Herc applies himself to his task with greater fervor. It stands to reason that a body as unstimulated as hers would react quickly to anything he does, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't incredibly hot to realize how quickly she was winding up.
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Date: 2013-07-21 04:24 pm (UTC)She's trying not to lose it too fast -- she wants this to last, and wants to carve a place in her memory out for this first time with him. She wants to remember this, how it felt and how easily he took to her, like they were meant to be together in every way, not just as jaeger and pilot.
Her breathing is beginning to come in much shorter intervals now and sensations shoot throughout her entire body and she trembles underneath him, body shaking with every pass.
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Date: 2013-07-21 05:16 pm (UTC)He probably should have shaved before doing this, but for some reason, the idea of stopping what he was doing to go to the bathroom and razor off his semi-permanent beard is not a very appealing one. Gipsy doesn't seem to mind the scrape of his stubble very much, at least, if the way her hips shift against his face is any indication. So, y'know, he's just going to find a way to deal, somehow.
(What a joke. He wants to do this to her every day, clean-shaven or not.)
He can't really hear her breathing shorten over the buzzing in his own ears, and doesn't try to fight the urge to press his hips down into the mattress as he licks into her, seemingly willing to stay down there for hours. Or minutes. Or however long it takes her to lose control and let go.
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Date: 2013-07-21 10:22 pm (UTC)She finds release in a typhoon of sensations, each wave more intense and fucking mind blowing than the last. Heart slamming in her chest, Gipsy looses an indecipherable utterance that is probably some kind of jaeger swear as she finally loses control.
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:31 am (UTC)He can't even understand the words coming out of her mouth right now, and he would laugh about that if his mouth wasn't so busy, and all he can do is close his eyes and latch his lips onto her and not let her writhing dislodge him.
It's only when she slumps, exhausted, back against the bed does he let up, lapping at her to gentle her through the last of her aftershocks, marveling at how perfect her body is, how beautifully she reacts to him.
"Christ, love, you're incredible," he murmurs, sounding a little drunk off his arousal, trailing sticky lips up her belly as he crawls back up the length of her body to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:45 am (UTC)Either way, he's left her spent and panting on the bed, body twitching and shaking when he brings her down from it. She gropes for him, wanting to feel his heat against her hands again and when he comes back she pulls him in tight, a breathless laugh her only response at first.
"I think...that is a title you deserve."
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:51 am (UTC)He brushes reverent little kisses over her skin, stroking her hair as he makes his way to her lips.
"No, this one is all on you, Gipsy."
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:55 am (UTC)Gipsy's hands find his face against and she experiments a little, teeth coming down gently on his lower lip, similar to what he'd done to her much earlier. She's curious if his reaction will be anything like hers was because she really, really hops it is. He did her such a service already, and she'd like to return the favor in any way she can.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:18 am (UTC)Gipsy isn't any expert on men and women and human nature, but she remembers the look on his face when the girl in his memories touched, licked and sucked him. It's a vivid thing for her and it sparks that irritating twinge of jealousy again in Gipsy's core. It makes her hold him to her a little more possessively, her kiss turning a little more demanding.
It's time to do something about those pants -- he's had them on for far too long.
"Help me get these off," she growls, breaking the kiss long enough to say that, and snake her hand down between them to slide against his hardness. "I need the rest of you, Hercules Hansen."
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:27 am (UTC)Something in her head suddenly ups her determination, if the way she touches him is any indication, her arms around him tightening, her lips pressing harder against his. He wonders what it is, and hopes he'll be able to remember to ask her, later. The way her mind works is a fascinating thing, for sure.
He groans when she slides her palm over the front of his slacks, her hand sure and firm against his dick, and he's only too happy to help her rip the offending clothing off him. It's rather undignified, but sooner or later he gets them off, yanking them down and off his legs, leaving him in just as naked a state as her.
"There. That better?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:31 am (UTC)"Much," she says happily, hand snaking right back down to take him in her hand, fingers tracing over his length. "Much, much better."
Exactly what she's been aiming for since the beginning, actually. She savors the feel of his skin against her hand, and she's not shy about wrapping her fingers around him, testing him a little as she swipes her hand up then down, eyes fixed on his face.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:38 am (UTC)It would be better if—
"Here, love," he murmurs, plucking her hand off him and pulling it up to his mouth so he can lick her palm slowly, curling his tongue around her fingers as he watches her with hooded eyes. "Now try."
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