[He watches her, his eyes lidded and unchanging. It's not that there isn't interest there-- god, is there ever-- but it's carefully restrained, fed out on a leash only as much as necessary. She'll break long before he does, and that's just a fact.]
Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
[She makes a face back at him because, hey, they were just getting a rhythm going? For all she's been dishing out today, she's been taking ample helpings of her own medicine, so it's not like she's the only one dying over here.
But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
[He pats her ass twice, a silent stay there, as he crosses the room to grab a wrapped up little square. Unfolds it and breaks it in half, and yeah, that sure is a brownie he's holding.]
How about you stop bitching and say thank you for sharing this, huh? [It's casually said, but there's hints of an order threaded there, because no, he hasn't stopped thinking about what he wants to do soon.] You can sit up.
[Interruption approved! She doesn't sit up, though, just braces herself up on her elbows and crosses her legs behind her, getting comfortable as she munches.]
[That works too, honestly, though if she chokes that's on her. He finishes his in two quick bites-- it's only half, after all-- before situating himself behind her again.]
Ooh, nice, but see, not at all what I asked for. That's not a thank you.
[It'll take a fair bit for this to kick in, but that fits in just fine with what he has planned. His hand smooths over her lower back and down, his fingers catching on the waistband of her shorts, palm curving down her ass.]
So why don't you tell me just what you were thinking by touching me that first time, huh? I mean, did you really think I was gonna just get you off in the middle of everything? I'm betting not.
[god hold the door for the execution tomorrow cos katy's on her way out too.]
I know you better than that.
[She arches her hips against his touch, and oh, there's that deep tug of need in her gut as the aphrodisiac kicks in again. Good, another hour of this.]
I like seeing you get catty.
[With Edelgard, she means.]
And I like you watching me. I thought we'd make a game out of it.
[Which, yes, that's all true, but there's more to it than that. She's not one to get between a man and his liquor, but sex can be just as powerful a distraction without dulling his senses. These trials are hard enough to wrap their heads around without adding alcohol to the mix, and as much as Katy would like to tune it all out, their lives are at stake.
It was a game as much as a strategic play, and she'll admit to that later, once they're finished using each other as further distraction and they're lying together in the dark—she can only assume he'll ask her to stay, if only in his own way—pleasantly buzzed and too exhausted to expend anymore emotions. But, for now, it was just a game, since they're still playing.]
[She certainly had. God, until the mess of an ending he'd spent the entire time staring at her backside, or worse, when she stood next to him and he could peer straight down her shirt. She was a tease in the worst way, because she absolutely knew it.]
And now? You still want me to just watch?
[He rolls his hips forward, tugging her back, a teasing little echo of what he's offering. He's hard already, stiff enough that he pulls a hand back, tugging at his belt. The sound of his belt buckle sounds pleasantly loud in his ears, which is a sure sign that brownie is kicking in.]
[She shivers hard as he rocks against her, desperately wishing they both had a couple less layers on. God, and she's sopping already, she has been all day, and it's her own doing, but, fuck.]
Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
[There is something deeply unfair about the effect he has on her, good christ, that drawled sweetheart in her ear... He's already got her breathing all heavy and measured and he's barely even touched her.]
Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
[Got him there. But really, the thing is? He doesn't care. He could walk away, and sure, he'd be sorry for it, but god, the look on her face would be satisfying. She'd fuss and fluster and she'd hate him for it, and he'd get off on that, he really would.]
It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
[She huffs out a little laugh, happy to take that very small victory.]
Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
[She can't help but squirm just a little as he pins her arm. God, she'll never be able to go back to hockey players after this.]
I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
[It takes centuries for her shorts to hit the floor, and, oh, that's right, the brownie. She lets out a little laugh, and then a gasp as his mouth hits her. Is he purposely trying to show up all the other selfish boys she's fucked? Either way, it's working.
Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
[He hums in amused agreement, but doesn't pull back, not for a second. He's settled into a rhythm, sliding his tongue in slow thrusts up his tongue, spreading her open wide, teasing over her without ever pausing to dip into her.
How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
[Oh, Christ. She was expecting him to draw this out, to toy with her until she's begging for his cock. He bears down on her, and she's not ready, bracing herself against the couch as he lets that heat build and build without letting up. He's still going to pull away, isn't he? He'll push her right up to the edge and then drop out from under her, that's got to be his strategy—
But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
[He hums in agreement. Sure he is. He's been thinking about it nonstop, there's no way he wouldn't fuck her senseless before all this is done. But that doesn't mean he's going to fuck her now.
His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]
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Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
Hmm. A thought occurs to him, and he adds:]
How outta it you wanna be tonight?
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But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
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[He pats her ass twice, a silent stay there, as he crosses the room to grab a wrapped up little square. Unfolds it and breaks it in half, and yeah, that sure is a brownie he's holding.]
How about you stop bitching and say thank you for sharing this, huh? [It's casually said, but there's hints of an order threaded there, because no, he hasn't stopped thinking about what he wants to do soon.] You can sit up.
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I knew I hung out with you for a reason.
[Interruption approved! She doesn't sit up, though, just braces herself up on her elbows and crosses her legs behind her, getting comfortable as she munches.]
You're my favorite again. Congratulations.
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Ooh, nice, but see, not at all what I asked for. That's not a thank you.
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Thank you.
[Well, cool, brownie eaten, and now they wait. While there's a practicality to edibles, she wishes the gift shop had just, y'know. Pot.
...Then again, the time bomb quality is exciting.
She steadies herself again, hands behind her back, head tilted to watch him over her shoulder.]
Better?
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[It'll take a fair bit for this to kick in, but that fits in just fine with what he has planned. His hand smooths over her lower back and down, his fingers catching on the waistband of her shorts, palm curving down her ass.]
So why don't you tell me just what you were thinking by touching me that first time, huh? I mean, did you really think I was gonna just get you off in the middle of everything? I'm betting not.
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I know you better than that.
[She arches her hips against his touch, and oh, there's that deep tug of need in her gut as the aphrodisiac kicks in again. Good, another hour of this.]
I like seeing you get catty.
[With Edelgard, she means.]
And I like you watching me. I thought we'd make a game out of it.
[Which, yes, that's all true, but there's more to it than that. She's not one to get between a man and his liquor, but sex can be just as powerful a distraction without dulling his senses. These trials are hard enough to wrap their heads around without adding alcohol to the mix, and as much as Katy would like to tune it all out, their lives are at stake.
It was a game as much as a strategic play, and she'll admit to that later, once they're finished using each other as further distraction and they're lying together in the dark—she can only assume he'll ask her to stay, if only in his own way—pleasantly buzzed and too exhausted to expend anymore emotions. But, for now, it was just a game, since they're still playing.]
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[She certainly had. God, until the mess of an ending he'd spent the entire time staring at her backside, or worse, when she stood next to him and he could peer straight down her shirt. She was a tease in the worst way, because she absolutely knew it.]
And now? You still want me to just watch?
[He rolls his hips forward, tugging her back, a teasing little echo of what he's offering. He's hard already, stiff enough that he pulls a hand back, tugging at his belt. The sound of his belt buckle sounds pleasantly loud in his ears, which is a sure sign that brownie is kicking in.]
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Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
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[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
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Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
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It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
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Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
What about what you deserve?
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[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
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I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
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[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
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Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
Fuck, speaking of charity.
[She's far from complaining.]
You're right. I don't deserve you.
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How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
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But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
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His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]