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."
She's surprised he's stopping her, but she'd told him he had the floor, so she lets him pull her hand up, and--
and...
well.
If his goal was to make her hunger for him quadruple, then he's outdone himself. The heat of his tongue curling around her fingers has Gipsy licking her own lips, pupils dilating as she focuses on him, the rest of the room fading to a distant and insignificant blur.
Eyes never leaving his, she follows his instructions, moving her hand back down to try again.
She forgets he's been around this old track a few times, he's picked up more than one trick for how best to make his partner's blood race.
God the look she's giving him. If he were a younger man, a less patient man, he'd tip her over and bury himself in her and just go to town, racing until he fell to completion without thought or care. But he's not that young any more and he's very patient, in the grand scheme of things, so he just rolls himself onto his back and pulls her with him, settles his hand on her hip and watches her watch him as her hand curls around him once more.
It's borderline predatory, that look in her eyes, though she doesn't act on it. Not quite yet. Instead, she lets him flip them until she's settled there with her hand around him, lips pulling into a coy smile.
"I am glad you approve, Hercules Hansen."
She leans over to give him a soft kiss before pulling away, nibbling down his neck to his chest in a very similar fashion to what he'd done to her earlier. Her lips drop heated, damp and sucking kisses along his skin, lips pausing to linger over and adore slightly raised scar tissue before resuming her trek downwards.
Her hands grip his hips as she nudges his knees apart, settling there between them, a slightly triumphant look on her face that he will in no way understand.
She mirrors what he did to her earlier, an almost perfect imitation that has him smiling helplessly, his hand lifting to stroke over her hair as she makes her way across his chest, her lips soft and warm when she presses them to his freckles and his scars alike. She's so careful with him, like he could break at any second — he assumes, to someone who remembers the titanic strength of a Jaeger, he really is fragile — and it makes him feel so very fond of her.
Finally reaching her goal, Gipsy holds him down as she shoulders in between his legs, a strangely triumphant look on her face that he can't even parse at the moment.
What on earth is going through her head right now?
She won't tell unless he asks, because that's hardly an appropriate conversation topic at the moment. She has other things that she could be doing with her mouth right now - like giving him a firm lick before leaning over to encase him in her wet, warm mouth.
From there, it's rudimentary -- instinct drives her, along with memory (his, specifically). Because she knows how he was feeling at the time and she was able to watch, she knows where and how to make it better, hotter, and how to make him harder.
She wants him feeling like he's going to rupture something by the end of it.
God, either she's a phenomenally quick learner, or she's got a perfect memory, because she doesn't even hesitate before she ducks down and takes him into her mouth, her warm, wet, perfect mouth.
He maybe mumbles something about keeping her teeth covered as she draws him deeper, but he has no idea if he actually said it or not because she's kind of short-circuiting his brain right now, and he's powerless to stop her. He can't even think about the logistics of all this; what her tongue is made out of, how her saliva is produced, anything. It's just a haze of pleasure, of licking and sucking and the occasional hum that has him convinced she's memorized all his previous escapades because there is no way she'd think to do that on her own.
Right?
Oh god, who cares.
His hand finds her head and he threads his fingers through her hair, riding the gentle bob of her head as she works him over.
They didn't really stop to discuss the ins and outs of the new (and improved?) Gipsy Danger. It was a fast and desperate reunion that has landed them both in his bed.
Her hands settle on his inner things, thumbs pressing against his skin as she works him. She knows to keep her teeth covered, though she finds this can be strangely erotic with the slightest, faintest scrape of teeth to skin. Never, ever enough to hurt -- just enough to give a sense of danger before it's soothed away with a swipe of her tongue and press of her lips.
He'll ask her later, when he's not so overwhelmed by seeing her again.
Groaning every time she lets the edge of her teeth scrape against him, Herc rides out Gipsy's fun with a hand in her hair, his lower lip folded between his teeth as he sucks in great big breaths through his nose.
He moans her name, his voice rattling deep in his chest, his heels digging into the mattress as he fought to keep from thrusting up into her mouth.
Gipsy can tell that she's driving him as crazy as he did to her, though she's conscious of what will happen if she continues this for too long. She remembered that pretty clearly from his collection of memories, and so when she hears her name, she gives a final drag of her lips upward and frees him from her mouth, letting a cool puff of air ghost over his skin as she props herself up on her elbows.
She smiles at him, coy and sly and pleased with herself. You called, Hercules?
She's draped over his front, her belly pressed against his wet cock, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hands framing her face. He supposes it wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to say she was made for him, as strange as it sounds.
"That's convenient," he murmurs, turning his head a little to catch her lips in a proper kiss. "Because I don't plan on letting you go that easy ever again."
"Good," she says quietly, fingers spreading on his cheeks and jaw. "I do not want you to ever let me go."
Not ever again. She can't promise there won't be problems -- especially when people figure out who and what she is -- but separating them will not happen.
She rocks her hips against him once, a silent query, and a request.
"I won't," he promises, giving her a lingering kiss, letting his eyes close briefly.
He doesn't want to think about what will happen when people find out who Gipsy really is, how she was made, all that. It's too much. He's only just got her back, he doesn't want to lose her now.
Thankfully, her hips rocking against him is a pretty good distraction.
"Gimme your hand, love," he murmurs, reaching for the one he licked earlier. While he would love to tip her over and fuck her properly, this is still her first time, and he's planning on working up to the grand finale as it were. This is enough for right now.
She sighs briefly into his mouth, losing herself in that sweet, tender and passionate kiss of his. The only part of the future on her mind right now is I am with him, he is with me, and that is how it's going to stay. There's nothing else to consider, because anything else is absolutely unacceptable.
"Mmm?" She looks at him in mild confusion, but slips her hand into his, blue eyes questioning, wondering, and wanting.
He wants to do all kinds of things to her, wants to teach her, guide her, hell, even defile her a little bit. She's so pure, it's almost frightening.
What he does, instead, is take her hand and guide it between them, closing her fingers around his cock again and covering her hand with his own, showing her how he likes it when he does this to himself, the pace, the grip, the little twist of his wrist on the upstroke. She's a clever girl, she'll figure it out.
Please defile her, Hercules; that look in her eyes indicates that she is practically begging for him to do it.
She lets him guide her entirely, fingers closing around him as he takes control of the movements. It doesn't take long for her to pick up on what it is he's doing, and what he's showing her.
Like he knew she would, she picks up what's going on very quickly, and it doesn't take long for Hercules to let his hand slide off of hers, letting her take the reins and finish this herself.
He should be embarrassed by how quickly she's got him teetering on the edge of release, his ribs expanding as he sucks in great deep breaths, tongue darting out to wet his lips, groaning quietly.
"Fuck, Gipsy..." He slides his arm around her and cups her face with the other hand, pulling her in for a kiss so he can muffle his shout against her lips when he can't hold on any more and gives in, his dick twitching in her grasp as he shoots, wet and messy, all over his stomach.
Gipsy is so goddamn pleased with herself that she cannot keep the self satisfied smirk off her face. If she remembers correctly (because she does, it's part of the perk of having a computerized brain), he hadn't said the brunettes name. Not like he'd just said hers.
He makes them both sticky and wet, and Gipsy could care less. He's barely muffling the shout against her lips and she kisses him hard, dragging it out of him with both hand and tongue. She strokes to completion and only once she's positive that he's done and he's soft and twitching in her hand does she stop, free hand still touching his cheek and neck.
She keeps going until he's sensitive and twitching and even past that, but he doesn't have the heart to pull her hand away. Not when it still feels that good.
But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
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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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Date: 2013-07-22 02:43 am (UTC)and...
well.
If his goal was to make her hunger for him quadruple, then he's outdone himself. The heat of his tongue curling around her fingers has Gipsy licking her own lips, pupils dilating as she focuses on him, the rest of the room fading to a distant and insignificant blur.
Eyes never leaving his, she follows his instructions, moving her hand back down to try again.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:51 am (UTC)God the look she's giving him. If he were a younger man, a less patient man, he'd tip her over and bury himself in her and just go to town, racing until he fell to completion without thought or care. But he's not that young any more and he's very patient, in the grand scheme of things, so he just rolls himself onto his back and pulls her with him, settles his hand on her hip and watches her watch him as her hand curls around him once more.
"Yeah, just like that. That's perfect, Gipsy."
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:07 am (UTC)"I am glad you approve, Hercules Hansen."
She leans over to give him a soft kiss before pulling away, nibbling down his neck to his chest in a very similar fashion to what he'd done to her earlier. Her lips drop heated, damp and sucking kisses along his skin, lips pausing to linger over and adore slightly raised scar tissue before resuming her trek downwards.
Her hands grip his hips as she nudges his knees apart, settling there between them, a slightly triumphant look on her face that he will in no way understand.
He's mine, now.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:17 am (UTC)Finally reaching her goal, Gipsy holds him down as she shoulders in between his legs, a strangely triumphant look on her face that he can't even parse at the moment.
What on earth is going through her head right now?
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:22 am (UTC)From there, it's rudimentary -- instinct drives her, along with memory (his, specifically). Because she knows how he was feeling at the time and she was able to watch, she knows where and how to make it better, hotter, and how to make him harder.
She wants him feeling like he's going to rupture something by the end of it.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:28 am (UTC)He maybe mumbles something about keeping her teeth covered as she draws him deeper, but he has no idea if he actually said it or not because she's kind of short-circuiting his brain right now, and he's powerless to stop her. He can't even think about the logistics of all this; what her tongue is made out of, how her saliva is produced, anything. It's just a haze of pleasure, of licking and sucking and the occasional hum that has him convinced she's memorized all his previous escapades because there is no way she'd think to do that on her own.
Right?
Oh god, who cares.
His hand finds her head and he threads his fingers through her hair, riding the gentle bob of her head as she works him over.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:37 am (UTC)Her hands settle on his inner things, thumbs pressing against his skin as she works him. She knows to keep her teeth covered, though she finds this can be strangely erotic with the slightest, faintest scrape of teeth to skin. Never, ever enough to hurt -- just enough to give a sense of danger before it's soothed away with a swipe of her tongue and press of her lips.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:52 am (UTC)Groaning every time she lets the edge of her teeth scrape against him, Herc rides out Gipsy's fun with a hand in her hair, his lower lip folded between his teeth as he sucks in great big breaths through his nose.
He moans her name, his voice rattling deep in his chest, his heels digging into the mattress as he fought to keep from thrusting up into her mouth.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:56 am (UTC)She smiles at him, coy and sly and pleased with herself. You called, Hercules?
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:02 am (UTC)"Come here," he orders, reaching for her, dragging her back up his body so he can kiss her swollen lips and frame her face in his hands.
"You're so perfect, I can't even stand it."
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:06 am (UTC)Gipsy cups his face in turn, lingering over him as she moves to dot his face with soft kisses.
"And I am yours, Hercules Hansen. For as long as you will have me."
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:11 am (UTC)"That's convenient," he murmurs, turning his head a little to catch her lips in a proper kiss. "Because I don't plan on letting you go that easy ever again."
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:13 am (UTC)Not ever again. She can't promise there won't be problems -- especially when people figure out who and what she is -- but separating them will not happen.
She rocks her hips against him once, a silent query, and a request.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:26 am (UTC)He doesn't want to think about what will happen when people find out who Gipsy really is, how she was made, all that. It's too much. He's only just got her back, he doesn't want to lose her now.
Thankfully, her hips rocking against him is a pretty good distraction.
"Gimme your hand, love," he murmurs, reaching for the one he licked earlier. While he would love to tip her over and fuck her properly, this is still her first time, and he's planning on working up to the grand finale as it were. This is enough for right now.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:29 am (UTC)"Mmm?" She looks at him in mild confusion, but slips her hand into his, blue eyes questioning, wondering, and wanting.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:36 am (UTC)What he does, instead, is take her hand and guide it between them, closing her fingers around his cock again and covering her hand with his own, showing her how he likes it when he does this to himself, the pace, the grip, the little twist of his wrist on the upstroke. She's a clever girl, she'll figure it out.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:39 am (UTC)She lets him guide her entirely, fingers closing around him as he takes control of the movements. It doesn't take long for her to pick up on what it is he's doing, and what he's showing her.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:48 am (UTC)He should be embarrassed by how quickly she's got him teetering on the edge of release, his ribs expanding as he sucks in great deep breaths, tongue darting out to wet his lips, groaning quietly.
"Fuck, Gipsy..." He slides his arm around her and cups her face with the other hand, pulling her in for a kiss so he can muffle his shout against her lips when he can't hold on any more and gives in, his dick twitching in her grasp as he shoots, wet and messy, all over his stomach.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:53 am (UTC)He makes them both sticky and wet, and Gipsy could care less. He's barely muffling the shout against her lips and she kisses him hard, dragging it out of him with both hand and tongue. She strokes to completion and only once she's positive that he's done and he's soft and twitching in her hand does she stop, free hand still touching his cheek and neck.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:00 am (UTC)But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:04 am (UTC)She still wants more -- all of him, but Gipsy is patient, for now.
"...Does this...have to remain?" Her hands are sticky, and she holds up a hand, eying it carefully before bringing her fingers to her lips to taste.
"Or do you require a moment..?" To get a towel.
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