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[iustaegis]

[ Continued from here.

In this moment, he really is the troll, teasing her like this. As much as she'd like to banter back harder, she'll save it for when she'll truly get to tease him in a way she knows to do better. That is, with her hands on him. ] Oh, is that so.

[ Greedy. ]

Mm, that makes me a troll, too. [ She lifts her head up further, bringing her lips right next to his ear to whisper, lips brushing over his lobe: ] Because I cannot wait to have you all to myself--

[iustaegis]

[ --Oh they're suddenly falling forward. How? She had just been about to nibble at his skin, too...! Suddenly jostled, she clings to his body as they collapse-- at the very least, she knows she can break his fall.

[carbungle]

[He'd been in the middle of instinctively tilting his head into her whisper, recognizing what's likely to come next, closing his eyes for just a second or two... and of course that's when his fancy dress shoes, ill-suited for the weather, hits a slick of ice and flip right out from under him. In a most inelegant and unprincely fashion.

His first instinct, thanks to years of training, is to phase his body out of danger when he's falling. Downside is that a) he can't phase with another person, and b) Pyra is clinging to him. The end result is his body flashing with a pulse of blue energy as he twists sideways, and instead of a very smooth recovery to one side of his original path, he slips again, lifting her up with a yelp as he plummets ass and back first into a snowbank with Pyra sprawled on top of him.

...Yep. Perfect recovery, just as planned.]

[iustaegis]

[ She falls gracelessly atop of (and just slightly shifted upward on) him, arms flailing out and to the side and sinking into the snow beneath them. Startled from the fall, she just manages to lift herself off of him by only a millimeter.

Only a millimeter, while the rest of her very warm body is pressed to him.

So the next question becomes... can the man breathe. ]

[carbungle]

[Not exactly. His face appears to be buried somewhere unfortunate. (Or maybe not so unfortunate. It's not a bad place to be, just perhaps not in the snow-)

With a flustered noise he wiggles his head up a few inches so he can get some air and look back at her... from where he's awkwardly squished between her breasts. Like he just walked out of cartoon, really.]

Uh... I meant to wait till we got there, I swear.

[iustaegis]

[ From here.

She relishes the way he undresses, how his chest moves and his arms flex as lifts his shirt off himself and tosses it away, shaking his head to allow his hair to settle back to frame his face. Smiling to herself, she dips one finger into the paint, then pressing it to the center of his chest to nudge him back down to the mattress. That's one mark on him, and as for herself...

She'll do the same with her own top, allowing it to deconstruct from her body in golden-amber light. If they're going to be messy, she'd rather feel both paint and him on her, no barriers between.

Now with his body below her, she leans down to begin her work. ] I think I... want to start here. [ Here, being the center of his chest, where her finger scarcely brushes against the mark from before, the tip of it as soft as a kiss itself. Paint drips slowly off from her hand in two, three drops, buzzing with a mysterious energy, warmed as if by holding the jar it had conducted her heat.

Up his body, she dots a trail of warmth to his chin, where she then presses her thumb to his bottom lip and slowly streaks a line down, connecting the dollops as if tracing the beginning of a constellation. Her lips part with her concentration as she draws this single line, and then she deviates the line to his left, then right.

She paints his chest in swirls, in patterns, in motions made from love, moving her hands over the prominences of his bones and the undulations of his muscles, circling his nipples, teasing him where she responds best, allowing the energy of the paint to do its own work with the spice of scarce energy it contains. Every now and then, Pyra's hips moves over his lap, equally slowly, but consistent with her pressure with each roll.

She's concentrating, but that doesn't mean she's not enjoying herself, too. ]

[carbungle]

Mm... you're the boss.

[He watches her at first, intrigued by where she'll let her fingers wander and wanting to see her expression, too. After a little bit though he closes his eyes, his chin tilted up as he lets himself simply feel it, sensations enhanced by the surprise of where her hands will fall next, alongside the tingle of whatever she'd put in the paint to make it glow perpetually like that. When she leans in close he can feel her breath against his skin, warmth contrasting with the cool glide of wet paint. Body paint isn't something he's given much thought to over the course of his life - even face paint as a concept just seems messy more than it is cute or interesting - but this... feels different. Not just because it's Pyra, though that helps. That tingle, though. That's familiar, though he can't put his finger on how yet.

She's also distracting him, so that doesn't help his train of thought connect the dots. He can't move much if he wants to let her paint (she'd asked him to hold still after all), but his hands aren't in the way so he shifts them to the side so he can brush his fingers up her thighs where she straddles him, sneaking between fabric to find bare skin, flexing a little as she grazes over a particularly sensitive spot, lips quirking when a touch becomes too close to a tickle for him to hold a straight face. Subtly his hips rise beneath her, not enough to disrupt her painting but enough to tell her he's noticed how she's moving and wants to meet her there in the middle.]

[iustaegis]

[ While she had started out by mapping and marking the places of his body he seems most responsive to, attempting to both explore and discover more, now she lathers the paint onto the most sensitive spots. Inhaling quietly as his hips rise up against her push, she feels warmth travel up her body in a way she knows just how to prolong with another grind against him. There's only so much she can do with her fingers, however, and a moment's pause as she feels his hands slide up her thighs, she sets down the jar of paint and leans herself down to begin the whole process over again with her lips. This makes her chest brush against his, smearing some of the designs she's completed upon his body onto herself, but she doesn't mind.

Her mouth finds his neck hungrily but lovingly, lavishing the side of it with her tongue, lips, and teeth, tasting his skin beneath the paint, and parting them to have her breath flutter over the mark of wetness left behind. With her hips pressing down onto his, she grinds herself forward upon him, exhaling upon his sternum as her hands slide down his chest and over his sides. Fingertips paint broken stripes across his body in their wake, her touch heating the the paint and allowing it to linger upon him. ]

Noct... I like this color on you.

[carbungle]

[He groans faintly, clearly audible with her head so close to his own, breath heated against her hair. The feel of her painted lips on his skin is wet and weird and wonderful, and his back arches up into it, seeking more of that touch. Along her bare skin his fingers trace their own markings, invisible without the paint to linger, a mimicry of what he's feeling from her.]

W-well... it's yours. You like marking me, right...?

[She'd enjoyed leaving evidence of their love on his skin before, scratches and hickies and bites, never serious wounds, only enough that they can both see them later and remember the act itself. It's embarrassing to admit to himself that he likes it. Paint is a very different kind of marking - not so long term, very in-the-moment - but he kind of likes it, too. The glow of paint on his skin reminds him of how it looks on her, all glimmering crystals and firelight. Like seeing her call upon his magic, that little thrill of her bearing a part of him against the contrast of her skin.]

[iustaegis]

[ Marking him with either paint or lips, kissing him, touching him, listening to him, holding him, loving him-- she enjoys it all, and her enjoyment is apparent by how carefully and firmly she treats his body. It's never half-hearted, it's earnest and indulging, wanting to touch him for his sake, but also for herself.

Her hips grind forward on his as he arches his back, her fingers splaying across the board of his stomach to catch around his flanks. Unable to respond as heat drips into a warm pool of want within her, she exhales into her kiss upon his collar. Architect, but she wants this, and she wants more-- and wants to hear him more. What could she possibly do to make him hotter...? ]

Noct... [ With one last suckle upon his collar, she lifts herself up and looks down at him, vision unfocused a heady warmth, lips parted for a slow, warm exhale, admiring both him and the designs she's painted on him-- strings and smears of paint that connect all the places she's kisses and touched and know to be sensitive. With each rise and fall of his chest, the glimmer of the streaks catch in the light of her crystal. She hadn't thought of this until now, but... ]

Let me... charge this paint on you?

[ From just this tingling, buzzing sensation he may feel from the paint, both on his body and lips, he might be able to tell that there's an energy to it, made more excitable by the warmth they've swapped between their bodies. But it could be more. ]

backdated before the event !

[iustaegis]

[ Another long day passes with her and Noctis helping with what they can around Havenwell, from finding missing robots to demolishing the stone carcasses left by the earth worms. By the end of it, they’re both covered in the brownish-grey ash and dust of the earth. ]

I’m glad that whatever power came from the plaza, it turned those things into stone. [ Including their squishier insides. ] Otherwise this would be a much messier clean-up.

[ As ever, she looks for that silver lining. ]

[carbungle]

[He exhales a noise at that, a mixture between exasperation and amusement.]

Seriously. With how many there were around town? It would've been so gross. I already don't like bugs. [He gives the collar of his shirt a tug, bits of dust flaking off.] I'm dirty enough as it is...

[iustaegis]

[ She glances over at him as he tugs his collar, unable to help a smile. Pyra knows by now that he likes be clean and groomed, so she can only guess how he cannot stand all the dust on his clothes.

His complaint is quaintly endearing, though, and she decides to be completely unhelpful, just for fun: ]

I think this is the messiest I’ve seen you.

[carbungle]

[Oh, she got him good. He groans immediately, emphatic and loud.]

Can we pick up the pace? I cannot wait to get these clothes off.

[Begone, mess!! If he wasn't the way he is, he'd probably be dragging his shirt off right here in the street.]

[iustaegis]

[ A sweaty, dirty Noctis after a long day’s work is a rare one— which may say something about the level of leisure they’ve typically had in Havenwell. She cannot say that she enjoys him being uncomfortable, but even just his little flutter of his shirt collar before, which allowed her a brief view of the muscular slope of his neck connecting to his collarbone, isn’t a view she’d complain about. He’s so handsome, even at his messiest, and he doesn’t even try…

Maybe it because the only other times she’s seen him remotely disheveled are when they’ve just finished—-

Perhaps she could have dismissed this thought on a better day, had he not mentioned taking off his clothes. But he says those words and she feels a brief flare of warmth tingle through her, imagining him not just taking his clothes off, but taking his clothes off for her, and he’d get that slightly smirkish smile that he only sometimes looks at her with but it’s a treat every time as he’d push her gently to their bed and crawl atop of her, and his pants would be too tight for him—



Now’s!! Not the time..!

Pyra clears her throat, attempting to sound casual. ]

Don’t you have a spare t-shirt in your armory…?

[iustaegis]

[ (ooc: continued from here.)

Now to see if she can really grab his attention. ] Just... us?

[ With the style of dress she wears, thin straps hold up her top. She allows one to fall off the slope of her shoulder, as if it had been dangerously close to doing all evening. ]

I have you all to myself. [ She moves closer to him, bringing both of her hands up to his chest, allowing her palms to smooth over the kimono once more. She like the feel of it beneath her hands, more so than the texture of his shirt. But how lovely would it be to see him wear the kimono without the shirt beneath it, so that her fingers could transition from silk to silky smooth skin. ]

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[carbungle]

[He glances sidelong at her, feigning surprise.] Didn't you have that already? [Oh, look at that, her dress strap has fallen. He reaches up to slide his fingertip underneath it, and gently tucks it back up to rest on her shoulder again. There we go, fixed it. Isn't he helpful?]

What're you thinking, then? Make some popcorn, watch a movie? Play cards? Or maybe we can go to bed early tonight.

[He'll let that hang between them for a couple of seconds, expression relaxed and as sincere as possible. Just long enough for it to be believable.]

[carbungle]

[...And then he leans down so fast he's phasing away from her hand, getting his arms underneath her and lifting her right up off of her feet, bridal-style, and he grins.]

Or.

[iustaegis]

[ Before his ploy is revealed, she deflates but makes no complaint. If he's not in the mood, that's perfectly fine, and she's content to cuddle on the couc--

.....He had her in the first half, not gonna lie^TM. As Pyra is literally swept off her feet, her smile returns in full force, and her arms make her way around his shoulders to help secure herself in his carry. That look, that tone is enough to send a shiver throughout her body, something that he may feel a ripple of through their connection, warm and fluttering settling somewhere low within her body.

She leans against him, lowering her voice as she nears his ear. ]

Or... we can start catching up on missed secret kisses.

[carbungle]

[The briefest drop in mood is all he'd wanted, as he hadn't wished to keep her unhappy, even if the joke was too easy and he could have held it longer. With a soft shiver of his own at her teasing whisper, he holds his smile in place and walks them down the hall, nudging them into the bedroom, door shut with a foot behind them. He sets her down on the edge of the bed, separating just enough to shift and half-straddle her between his knees, bumping his forehead to hers.]

How many kisses do you think we can get through in one night?

[iustaegis]

A least two hundred. [ Once she's set down on the bed and presses against her, she takes her time looking up the midline of his body and following the trail with a finger, one that hooks just beneath his chin. She guides his lips close to hers, but stops short of actually sealing a kiss. ]

May I request something...?

[ A new, meek blush tints her cheeks, as if suddenly shy of the question itself. It's ridiculous to be embarrassed, she knows, for they are both adults, they are both familiar with their wants and their bodies and what works for them. But even after all this time, even if he can feel how she feels tempted through their connection, she's shy of admitting to wanting to see him in a certain way, when she knows how often he likes to be covered, himself. ]

I....--- I want to see you. In that kimono, but without the shirt underneath.

[iustaegis]

[ From this thread. ]

[ At first-- when he continues to describe the types of marinelife he's caught-- she's grateful that she's facing away from him, if only to conceal how her expression visibly deflates. She's not offended, and she's not bored. She enjoys hearing of his daily catches and all the details! She's also not too terribly disappointed, as she should have expected this, and that his initial reaction is so typically him does bring a small, fond smile to her lips. But in this context, she had been hoping...

--Ah. Wait. Wait.

Waaaaaait.

(And she almost ruins the moment by exclaiming "oh you caught that one?!")

But she manages to angle her head backward instead, looking at him from the corner of her eye, the light in them intrigued. ] Oh...

And what would that be?

[carbungle]

[It's almost a shame she's in a sundress- her bare skin isn't immediately accessible the way it is in her standard fair. (Though she does look super pretty in the dress.) He settles for stroking his fingers lightly across the fabric, up and down her side in a teasing manner.]

I don't know what to say, really. This catch defies description. [He smirks down at her.] Really beautiful, though. Different colours- red, gold, green... super fun to reel in.

[iustaegis]

[ Through the thin fabric of her sundress, she feels his fingers stroking up and down her side. Not unlike the prelude to a song she knows and loves by heart, it causes a soft shiver to travel down her spine.

In response, Pyra faces back forward giving his thigh a small squeeze as she slowly rocks her hips back into his lap. At the moment, she can't do much beside that, as she still holds a glass of wine in one hand. ]

Would you say... an easy catch?

[carbungle]

[Her rocking hips are as much of a tease as her tone and the banter, perhaps even moreso, as she should feel his body reacting beneath her, hardness growing between his thighs. Perhaps they should have saved the wine for later, but there's little to be done about that now- rather, he tilts back and downs a long swig, draining half the glass. It's sweet and flavourful, a strong fruity taste, which isn't surprising considering their location. It isn't as if he needs liquid courage for this, after being together for so long, but he can't deny that it makes him bolder.]

Easy in some ways, sure. When I catch 'em on my hook, they come without any fight. [His fingernails drag playfully over the fabric, starting to pull it upwards, exposing more of the bare skin of her legs.] It was a challenge the first time, though. I had to work up the courage to try.