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[ For once, she considers the light of her crystals good to have as they illuminate his face for her enough to see his expression. She eases off of him more, and if there's no objections she'll move to stand, pulling him up with her.

Still blushing heavily, she's going to make her feeble attempt at being as defensive as she can, playfully so: ]

You should be careful, you know. I just might smother you again.

That doesn't sound like a terrible way to go.

[He doesn't try to pick her up again, though- lesson learned. Instead he keeps holding her hand, arms gently swinging, and starts towards the house again.]

[ Every step they take towards the house makes her anticipate more of... what may or may not come, literally, because as cozy as it had been against him while in the snow, she knows his drive isn't exactly the same as her own. She'll have to do a little bit of work.

At the very least, she wants to snuggle up against him, though. It just matters if that snuggling involves clothes or not.

And so when they enter their house, their living room, their room... ] Do you know what I liked best about being with you tonight?

[As for Noct, he's as curious and eager to please as ever; it's more rare for him to initiate, but the vibe he'd gotten in the snow is one he's come to recognize. And while he wouldn't force himself to go beyond his comfort zone just to satisfy her, knowing she wouldn't like if she was given something at his expense, he's more than happy to put the effort in to cheer her up. If she's in the mood, she deserves to let the night end well. Besides, he's yet to have a bad time even if he's slow to stir.

Once they're inside, he lifts a hand to start undoing the buttons of his suit jacket, working on the tie as he glances sidelong at her.]

I think I've learned to let you handle questions like that. You like a lot of things about me.

[He can't even be bashful about it right now. She's just so charming and genuine, complimenting him the way she does.]

[ She does so enjoy watching him undress by buttons and tie first. He's probably even doing it without a thought, but it looks so effortlessly gentlemanly and smooth to her, the way his fingers move.

She's going to stop him from undressing for a moment, though, as she approaches him and takes his hand again-- ] It was... this. [ --and guides it around to the small of her back. ] I liked it here, while we were at the party. [ It had been a part of the dance, and it hadn't been as if she had needed support, but it was comforting all the same.

She could go on about how his smile had been one of the best things at the party, too, but she's trying to be a little bit sexier to him in private. ] And this, too...

[ Without another word, she takes his other hand and guides it to her chest, placing his palm to her breast. ]

[His brows lift at the bold gesture, but he doesn't pull away, recognizing the indication loud and clear- a confirmation of what he'd assumed on the way back, and he looks immediately pleased to have been proven right. His hands curve around her, fingers seeking bare skin at her back and thumb brushing against the lip of her dress just above her breast, almost slipping under. His tie hangs loose and half-abandoned at his neck, jacket waiting to fall. He shifts closer, his body brushing teasingly against her own.]

This part wasn't in the dance. [He gently kneads at her breast, tugging at the fabric a little more.] You liked this...?

[ Giving him obvious access to her breast also gives him the power of turning her into a mess, which is what he's starting to do. Now that they're not out in public, she doesn't have to be as embarrassed, either. ...Which is not to say she isn't blushing.

The kneading motion of his palm warms her as if they had never fallen into the snow to begin with, or even stepped outside, or even stepped away from any fireplace, ever. She angles herself more against him, thigh lifting slightly to press between his legs, and with her own hands not in need to guide his, she lifts one to his chest to pull at an end of his tie, letting it slip and fall to the ground. ]

A...ah. [ A breath. An airy one. She leans into his touch, letting him feel the heaviness of her chest against his palm, and letting herself feel the way his fingers sink into her breast-- as much as they can, anyway, with some fabric between his palm and her skin. ] Maybe just a little.

[ As for his jacket... how she wishes she could dismiss it herself into his armory... ]

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[With her knee between his legs, she'll likely catch it: the beginnings of his arousal, already building with no effort on her part. His hand at her back draws her closer still, pressing down on her leg meaningfully to make sure she knows what he's feeling- that he wants her, wants this. His hand teases at her breast for a few moments longer before they lift upwards to dip beneath the strap holding up her dress, tugging it off her shoulder.

As he presses in, he angles her just enough to start backing her up towards the bed, intent on laying her down. He's still sliding the strap downwards and tugging fabric with it, inching it lower to reveal the breast he'd been massaging a moment before. He'll have to switch hands if he wants to take it further, but... bed first, maybe. He's keen to pamper her, though it might feel like terrible teasing, too.]

You know what I was thinking...? Big parties are nice, but I kinda like ours better.

[ Backing her up further, she's stopped at the foot of the bed. Their bed, and that thought alone sends another thrill down her spine just as he exposes her, allowing her to fully experience him groping at her breast, the tips of which are now pert from his ministrations and her want, sensitive as well.

She sounds off softly between pressed lips. Heat travels between her own legs and dwells with the excitement he stirs further into her like molten rock down a funnel; it would be instinctual to spread them, but instead she lifts her thigh up against his budding arousal for a press and then a shifting, slow rub upward. Pyra tilts her neck forward to him... ] A-am... Am I allowed to say that your body is my party, too?

[ A bit corny, but she needs something to focus upon as her hands desperately try to at least unbutton his shirt before they collapse onto the bed. Although, ultimately, how she has him-- clothed or not-- she doesn't care.

But her breath hitches suddenly when a bit of kneading proves a little too intense for her, and she buries her face into his neck, letting out a quick pant. ] How are you so good at this...

[ It's not as if he hadn't known she likes his touch there, given all the time they've coupled. But this is the first time she's really discovered how much she's liked it, herself! ]

[He laughs at her comment, corny as it is, and with her face pressed close he leans forward and uses his weight to push her down, his hand leaving her breast to keep their fall gentle. Her gasp is rewarded with the rough arch of his body against hers, fabrics scraping together, hard against her knee. With both hands free he works on the other side, easing the dress down her body, revealing her full chest- and it's then that he ducks his head to bury his face to her neck, seeking out familiar spots that he knows will stir her up, brushing teeth and tongue over sensitive skin, lifting up for breath and words only.]

In this house, you can say whatever the hell you want. [He sucks against that little spot just beneath her jawline, the one he remembers coaxing a really good noise out of her last time.] And it's the same thing since I was a kid... practice, practice.

[She's given him opportunities and ample feedback; it would be awfully embarrassing if he couldn't do right by her at this point. With more of her exposed, his hands return to exploring, massaging soft skin with calloused fingers, thumbs coaxing her sensitive peaks. She's always so pliant beneath him, so... squishy. The very thought is embarrassing, and his face against her neck grows hotter.]

[ Eased onto the mattress, she sinks further into it as he lowers himself onto her, and she allows his body to remain flush against hers as her thigh and knee continues to slide up between his to prolong a grind for him. Between their bodies, when she's able, she makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt down to his pants, only to then fumble with his belt as he touches her with renewed pressure. ] Th...Then-- [ A gasp, as he flicks a thumb over her nipple, causing her whole body to go taught against him. Her legs press together and then spread apart, making room between their hips-- the perfect opportunity for her hand. Belt. She's working on that belt. ] Then it is. It is. [ What is she even saying anymore? She doesn't know, because she's beginning to find this far too distracting.

The texture of his hands changes as he grows and lives daily, and there's not one moment where they ever feel the same to her. She's often wondered if it's because of how skin heals upon itself or that, perhaps, he's training with different weapons during different days, refining callouses or making new ones. To her, it means a uniqueness whenever she's able to hold his hands... and whenever she's able to feel his hands like this, upon her, padding over her skin and teasing her, causing her to forget all aforementioned wondering.

She begins to moan in earnest, her body growing hotter, arching up into his chest as he kisses upon that sensitive spot of her neck-- that spot even more sensitive than her breasts, and she trembles against him. Breathy, quicker pants begin to pass from her lips one by one.

Whenever she unclasps that belt and manages to get the front of his pants undone, she's determined to not leave him wanting with a proper stroke of hand upon his erection, feeling his shape from base to tip. ]

[He groans softly against her neck as she feels him up, his breath ghosting across wet skin, heated and hungry. His hips press down against her hand, bucking gently and encouraging more. After a handful of seconds he lifts up off of her to straddle her hips between his knees, shrugging off his jacket and undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt before removing it, leaving him just as bare from the waist up as she is. He gazes down at her, eyes lidded, heated. Suffice to say he's up for whatever it is she might desire tonight, sharing that fiery need between his legs.

He rides her like that for a few moments, hips moving, panting softly as he lets her stroking fingers build him to fullness, until suddenly he bends down again to kiss her- first her lips, once, twice, swift but passionate, then trails down her neck, pausing at a breast to briefly kiss and suck where he'd been fondling earlier, giving rise to sensitive flesh once more. His arousal shifts away from her hand as he goes lower, trailing a line down her stomach. He doesn't linger upon any one part for long, seeking to sweetly overwhelm, make her forget everything but him for tonight. His hands trail up and down her sides and over her chest as he works down, down, moving towards the apex of her thighs; he's learned so many places she likes to be touched, and by now he knows exactly where will leave her gasping and breathless.]

[ She's grateful that the stall in his kisses is because he's shrugging off his shirt, and it's just long enough that she opens her eyes blearily as if in a stupor to appreciate the vision of him before her. He's lean and muscular, and as much as she believes he hasn't anything to hide with a shirt, she's secretly grateful that she's one of the few to see him like this. What a beautiful man he is, his skin and eyes almost ethereal in the glow of her crystal.

He returns to her and shifts, and she can no longer stroke at him or attempt to disrobe him further as his lips find their way down from the sensitive part of her neck (a respite) to make their way to her breast (not a respite), suckling her in yet another sensitive area he's discovered. Her neck arches back with a moan when his lips pause there and his tongue teases, body locking then unfurling in a strong set of shivers against the tease. Then her legs spread further as if to cool the wet heat between, toes curling in response. Pyra pants hotly as he descends further down her body, feeling how pleasure pools within her core both in anticipation and all that he's provoked so far. Architect, if he's this good with his lips upon her neck and breast, just think of what else he can do further down-- and she wants that, she suddenly wants it like burning.

Pyra can guess where he's headed, and her hands find his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ] Noct.. [ She whispers his name not to stop him, but to encourage him. The way he's kissing down her body both aches and pleases. ]

[He hears her whisper his name and looks up to check her expression, making sure this is okay and that his intentions are known, shy and unsure as he is so often when new things crop up between them. He has to pause out of surprise when he focuses on her, though, finding that warm, heated look in her eyes, visibly aroused and urging more. The way she calls his name, her expression, the squeeze of his shoulder- he needs no further encouragement.]

I don't know what I'm doing...

[It's a murmured warning, but not a protest or refusal; his next step is to tilt his head down again and drag his tongue between her legs, experimental but eager to try for her. He's used his mouth to explore much of her body already, he's done this with his fingers, and more significantly, she's done this for him, and it had felt incredible. She deserves that feeling, too, and to be served, pleasured and allowed to lay back, relax, and watch. She gives and gives and gives and never asks for much of anything. It's his turn to remind her that she should get everything she gives and more.

The taste of her is strange but not his focus, repeating the gesture, pressing against her folds while listening for the noises she makes, attentive to the hand on his body and the sound of her voice. He's clumsy but he learns fast, leaning in close for each lingering stroke, his hands tracing over her hips to better feel when her body arches and moves against him. Just listening to her makes his pants uncomfortably tighter, still not fully freed from their confines, but he's determined not to pay any attention to his own needs until hers are met.]

[ There's another whine from her lips when he delays and parts his mouth from her skin to speak, a helpless flutter of her hands toward him as he descends. She recognizes what he's about to do, watching for a moment how he dips his head between her thighs, her chest rising with every too-deep breath, her eyes glazed over with desperation. She sees him, then she sees nothing as those eyes shut tightly when she feels his tongue flick against her sex.

She gasps as if all the heat that had been spreading outward along her limbs, making her body tremble and quiver and shiver with pleasure before, suddenly retreats and gathers to between her legs, concentrating in the same place his mouth kisses, suckles, and works. Pyra's hand finds the top of his head, fingers helplessly sifting through his hair as he moves while the other, aimless, finds its way down to the sheet below her and clutches it until her knuckles turn white.

She's easily lost to the sensation of his lips on her, his experimental tasting of her easily finding just where she enjoys his lips and tongue. Her hips arch against him with another moan that's crackling with a staggered breath as she tugs gently at his hair. Sometimes, she manages to open her eyes to watch at him with a foggy, almost stupor-like gaze, because she doesn't wish to forget this and the intensity of pleasure to which he's treating her, nestled between her thighs. Other times, she's rendered a mess of pleasure. She whispers--his name, there, a moan, a gasp, a desperate please-- and she moves-- her hips, her hand against the sheets, her back arching, and the more he focuses upon one spot more than the rest, teasing her and leaving her both guessing and wanting, the more intensely she boils beneath. It feels too good, it feels too much. ] Noct--

[ She can handle no more.

Pleasure tumbles through her with one extra tease of his tongue, and her legs suddenly snap upward then curl inward as he brings her to her climax. Pyra moans as she-- vaguely aware that she doesn't wish to smother him between her thighs-- moves her hand from the top of his head to grip the sheets with that hand, too, as if she could stop how her body trembles in the wake of experience such intense heat. Chest heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm, she manages to lift up her head to gaze down at him between the valley of her breasts, practically spent, but can only manages a few moments before the back of her head hits the mattress.

What a sight she must be, rumpled and trembling, feverish and blushing, embarrassed she came so quickly, but satisfied. That he would do this for her, without her even asking... Would it be too strange to say "thank you"? ]

I... Noct. That was--... truly-- [ She's still catching her breath. She's still wet. She's still heated. ] incredible.

[What's incredible is how very satisfying it is to watch her in pleasure; he feels a rush of heat pass through his own body from head to toe as she cries out around him, her body twisting and trembling beneath his hands and mouth. As she settles back down and barely manages to speak he licks his lips, still tasting her, and presses a brief kiss just above where he'd been teasing. He then rests his chin on her stomach, looking to all the world like the most satisfied cat-with-cream, his hair mussed from where she'd been tugging. They could stop right here and now and he wouldn't have any regrets, seeing her like this. There's nothing quite so fulfilling as being told of a job well done.

His hands shift from her hips to crawl up the sheets towards her own, twining their fingers together and inching up a little. He's still hard and ready between his own legs, though what he does with that depends on her, and the question is in his eyes as he looks up at her.]

Not bad for a first-timer, huh...

[He's so- delighted, quiet and subtle but probably obvious to her, that he managed to do this. He'd heard people talk about it before - public high school, people chatter - but he'd had no idea it would be so effective. Maybe he should have known, considering how good it felt to receive it. He doesn't know how much experience she has (and it isn't his business to ask) but she's been so good at making him feel good, both in and out of the bedroom. He really did want to do right by her in return, even if he's still learning the steps.

He's gonna file this one away for the future. It's not as if he hasn't noticed that their sex drives differ, and there is some guilt to be felt in that, for nights when she probably wants sex and he doesn't notice or offer; if this is pleasurable to her, it's a need he'd have no trouble fulfilling.]

[ Between catching her breath and still feeling the after effects of a climax that's thoroughly wracked her body, she manages to say breathily-- ] I think you're a quick-- [ That kiss. That kiss right above her trigger. She shivers, thighs cinching in on either side of his waist before relaxing. ] learner.

[ At the very least he's good at improvising, and as far as she feels, he can do any amount of learning or improvisation on her own body.

With his chin upon her stomach, she's finally able to better reach for what she couldn't moments ago as he descended. Placing her hands upon his shoulders, she helps to pull him up further onto her body, drawing in a quick breath of air as their hips slide then align against each other. She swallows at the slick friction, feeling how the heat of his arousal matches hers. The contact and slide against her chest only add to fuel another fire that churns within, and her arms find their way to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to her. There's no need to whisper when it's just the two of them, but she wants her breath to dust against his ear as she speaks. ] It.. isn't over, is it?

[ Pyra slowly grinds her hips up towards his. ] I.... I want to feel you.

[ Their drives are different, but she's satisfied with what he gives, and she never asks when he doesn't initiate. Waiting for when he wants it-- like this-- makes it all the more satisfying. ]

[He shudders as she grinds up against him, eyes clenching shut for a moment, that same thrill running right up his spine. He braces his weight upright with one hand, arching his body to return the gesture, sliding his hardness against her without delving inside; with the other hand he reaches back and shoves gracelessly at his trousers. They're still hanging off his hips and he wants his movement free, unimpeded by something as mundane as pants.]

Me too, [he murmurs, his head bending to catch her lips with his own, his kiss urgent and deep during the rushed handful of seconds that it takes to get his pants down and out of the way, legs sliding up towards her and away from the fabric so he can settle himself free and naked between her thighs. He wants her, gods, does he ever. One more press of his weight on her, feeling the wetness of her renewed arousal on his bare skin, and with a whisper of her name he aligns himself and sinks into her at last.

His breath stutters as her warmth envelopes him, taking a moment to let them both adjust, his head resting on her forehead, just breathing in the scent of her, the sweat of sex and whatever soaps she'd used before they left the house. He loves this moment, the pause between, the calm before the storm, the way he's still enough to feel the pulse that lies between them, his heartbeat and the rich heat of her sex as muscles contract around him to welcome him in. Before long he's moving, though, the song and dance he knows well by now, held up on either side of her as his hips grind in, out, loathe to leave her and just as glad to find her sweet center over and over. He bends to kiss her again, groaning as the familiar build of his own heat joins with hers. She feels wonderful, the way her body draws him in with every thrust, wanting him as she said she does, their limbs entangled. The more they move together, his speed starts to pick up, chasing that beautiful high, wanting desperately to push her over the edge one more time so he can see those stars go off in her eyes.]

[ Her lips hungrily take in his own as he meets her for a kiss. Sweet, secret kisses in a garden, hidden and guarded by propriety, are not like those borne of passion. She drinks him in, breathy against his mouth as soon as he's bare against her, the light press of him against parts he's already made sensitive sending another shiver that spikes up her spine.

Her breath cuts when he enters her, gripping his upper arms not out of discomfort, but the intense pleasure of feeling him intrude. Back arching against the bed, trembling against him and clenching around him, she braces for the first of his thrusts-- by now familiar to the intense lightening storm of white-hot pleasure that it sparks within her body each they initially join-- and answers with a needy, rising grind of her own, following him.

The rhythm builds along with the heat, punctuated with needy kisses on any part of him that she can manage, be that his lips, his jaw, or his neck, tasting both his saliva and sweat between needy pants and groans. She's rough, then soft, both with touch and her mouth upon her skin, and her movements aspire to match his. Shifting slightly beneath him, Pyra bends a knee, creating some room between them-- breaking them apart if she must-- and lifts up a leg over his shoulder. When they come together next, it's thunder within a storm, her pants becoming more audible than her intermittent moans from before, her arms more desperately clinging to him or wildly running through his hair. It fees as if he reaches more than before, the new angle adding in both depth and the way his hips wetly slap and grind against hers when he disappears completely into her.

By now it's effortless to meet him, so attuned she is to his body-- not to say that she isn't working, sweating, chasing that pleasure whenever they connect and part. He'll send her off that same climax for a second time, hips snapping strongly against his, lips open against his neck as she's overcome with a powerful bliss that leaves her shuddering against him. ]

[Her grip on him is fierce and firm, not a restraint but an encouragement- she holds him to keep him inside, so inside is where he stays, moving his body in a way that echoes that feeling: his withdrawals are slower than the urgent thrusts he makes as he sinks into her folds, feeling the pressure build in and around him. He arches his neck, exposing to her mouth as he gasps for breath, eyes clenching from the effort each jerk of his hips demands.

When she sneaks her knee up and her leg to his shoulder he follows her lead, sliding a hand up the smooth curve of her thigh to support her and grip her firmly, using the new angle to buck a little faster into her core, reaching to the furthest depths their joined bodies allow him to go. It's heated and messy and he can feel that burning desire grow hotter and hotter, like a timebomb sounding off from gut to groin. Closer, closer.

He feels her go tight around his length, limbs flexing against the curves of his body, lips and teeth scraping hungrily at his neck. He follows the rhythm of those tremors, arching his hips to help her ride it out, prolonging her pleasure for a handful of extra seconds until he, too, is there with her, bursting inside with a sharp cry of his own and painting her depths with his essence. His body is tense against hers for a long moment, panting heavily, until he slumps and bows his head to bury his face to her collar, pillowed by her breasts and breathing heavy on her neck. He nuzzles close, making a muffled noise that might almost have been her name, thoroughly sated.]

[ Her arms take him into an embrace as he slumps into her, allowing their sexes to remain connected as as his hips press flush into hers. With her legs still around him, she holds him until there's a need to part, and right now, there isn't. She whispers his name in return, pressing her lips to his temple and gently raking her nails up the nape of his neck to comb her fingers through his hair.

Each day on her walk to either the research lab or her old home to work on her projects or garden, she sees the ruin of the city, a ever-present reminder of this world had nearly been at its end. But what isn't this place but a miracle to have granted her the chance to be with him? To be loved by and in love with and to make love to.

Whether holding hands with him or remaining coupled like this, she enjoys his company, his presence, his warmth, and she's never without while with him. He's the star of any sky she sees, and he's right here in her arms. Messy but beautiful, perfect.

In her love and adoration of him, she refuses to remain speechless: ]

I love you.

[It takes him a few seconds to find his breath again, nodding almost imperceptively, panting heavily against her breasts. After the moment passes he tilts his head sideways to look up at her with a weary, satisfied smile on his lips, his hands shifting to curve underneath her, holding her in return. He's going to have to move at some point, but right now he's quite comfortable, and she looks just as cozy as he feels.]

Me too, [he says again, closing his eyes briefly and kissing her collar just above the crystal, which is the most he can reach until he moves again.] Love you.

[She looks radiant, even when she's a sweaty mess of limbs, hair tousled around her face, naked and glowing. Maybe especially then. He's transfixed by the way she looks at him, loving and happy and warm right to the soul. It's moments like this that make him realize how foolish he'd be if he doubted the sincerity of her feelings for him. Not because she's willing to do this with him, but because he's seen that look on her face countless times before, and it has the same effect on him every time, here, in the kitchen, in public, anywhere- he feels nothing but warmth, safety, love. Her presence is a balm to all his hurts and a reminder of what can be good about being here and being alive.]

[ Nuzzling herself against him, her hand wraps around his upper back to secure their hold of each other. With their legs still entangled, their arms still around each other, and the both of them declaring what she would never thought have happened before-- their love for each other-- she feels both content and complete...

Her eyes lock with his as he speaks, and she smiles at him in return. How lucky she is, to have someone love her like him, and to bring her such calm and ease with just a smile, let alone kisses and touches. She should remember this for later, that if there is any doubt she isn't sincere enough, whole enough, mature enough, or human enough, she need only remember this moment. ]

Dazzling.... Always dazzling. [ She murmurs softly to him.

Sleep will take them afterwards, concluding their night. ]

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