for striker_eureka

[suoxi]

(( continuing from here ))

Inara, true to her word, arrives at his door the next morning. She's better prepared to meet Max this time; she has a pouch of treats that she has acquired, and the dress is cotton - easier to clean - as opposed to silk.

She taps on the door, and waits.

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[suoxi]

She's not really playing very fair, what with him cradled in her hand like that.

"Good," she sighs softly, mouth eager to be claimed by his again. The press of his mouth matches the hold her hand has, and really - she's only taking a moment to make sure he's ready.

[striker_eureka]

She's really not. How does she expect him to have anything coherent to say in the face of her hand curling around his dick?

Oh, he's ready. Sure, Hercules is no spring chicken, and his body takes things at a much more leisurely pace these days, but she's still a gorgeous woman and her hand is still on his cock, and despite the emotional upheaval he's going through right now, some things remain constant.

[suoxi]

Really, she can't be blamed. She's settled right there over him, eyes on his and their skin pressed hotly together....how do you play fair in that situation, honestly.

Good. Because that hand currently wrapped around his cock right now is going to just guide him right on home, then.

Slipping her hand away, she gives a quick roll of her hips to bring her flush against him with a soft groan, head dropping to rest agaist his shoulder.

[striker_eureka]

If asked about the things Hercules expected to happen to him today, nearly losing his dog and having sex with Inara Serra would not be on the list. Still, he's definitely not going to complain about it, not about this part at least. His hips lift slightly when she rocks down onto him, heels digging into her satin sheets, his hands slipping down to hold onto her hips until she settles.

He bites off a curse, closing his eyes and huffing out a sigh when she settles comfortably against him, her body hot and wet and tight clenched around his.

Her hair had fallen over his face when she slumped down over him and he puffs our some air again, chuckling a little when it shifts. "Y'alright?" he rumbles, his hands skimming over her skin soothingly.

[suoxi]

It's definitely not the day Inara had planned out, that was for sure. Spending the entire day holding Herc's hand and sharing in his emotional trauma had certainly been unexpected, and ending the whole fiasco settled nicely atop him hadn't been something she'd really thought was going to happen, either.

But like him, she isn't complaining.

A flex of muscles around him is her little way of saying hello, and she gives a breathless little laugh as she tries to swipe her hair out of the way.

"Yes. Are you?"

[striker_eureka]

Her friendly little squeeze draws a grunt out of him, his hands flexing against her skin.

"More than," is all he can really manage to reassure her, turning his head and pressing his lips to her hair. He's going to lie here and wait for her to decide what to do next, because it feels surprisingly nice to let someone else take the reins for a little while.

[suoxi]

She smiles, and slides an arm around the back of his head, mouth defunding its way to his neck. She sets a steady rhythm - not too fast and not painfully slow, either. He's right - she doesn't know what she's doing, and she wants him to feel good -- not pop off too early.

[striker_eureka]

It's far too easy to just slide into the quiet rhythm she sets, to curl his arms around her and hold her close as she rocks above him, her breasts dragging against his chest on every stroke she makes. It's steady, and it's easy, and — it feels like the quiet, slow love-making of a couple who've been together for a long time, and that, more than anything else, is so comforting.

[suoxi]

It does feel like that, especially with the way that she's holding him, her arms around him and their bodies pressed up against one aother, friction caused with every movement.

It's close, affectionate, loving and her mouth leaves lovebites on his collarbone and shoulder; intimate places that can't be seen anywhere other than in the bedroom by anyone other than a lover.

Her eyes close and her breath comes is soft pants; she's exercising restraint, because she wants this as passionate as posisble.

[striker_eureka]

He would love to return the favor and nibble at her skin until it blooms bright and red beneath his lips but he's holding himself back; he can get away with hickeys under his clothes, nobody's seeing him naked. Inara, on the other hand, isn't quite in his situation.

His hands knead her back gently as she moves above him, his face slack with pleasure.

[suoxi]

No, she isn't -- not now, anyway. She's not really thinking about her profession at the moment though -- the only thing on her mind right now is how goddamn good he feels inside of her and the way he fills her completely with every roll of her hips.

She sneaks a quick look at his face, and is please with what she sees. Sweeping her hair away from their faces and off to one side, she lifts up a little, smiles at him, then presses her lips firmly to his, capturing them in a heated kiss.

[striker_eureka]

He'd be grateful to learn that she's not relying on her tricks and tips of being a Companion, that she's just as in the moment as he is. Because right now he's having a hard time thinking about anything other than the clench of her body, of the smell of her perfume.

Her smile is impossible not to return, and Herc sighs a little into the kiss when she presses their lips together again, his hands squeezing her hips gently.

[suoxi]

She's very thorough, that much is for sure. Companion tricks of the trade or not, no stone goes left unturned. She memorized every inch of him completely; her tongue mapping out his mouth while her body completely adjusts and acquaints itself with his.

She teases his mouth with little flicks of her tongue that are almost sly in nature, hips rolling firmly against his in a quickened - but still steady - pace.

[striker_eureka]

It takes him a little while, but pretty soon, Hercules is joining in on the fun, rocking up to meet her when her hips roll down to meet his, the soft sound of skin hitting skin getting swallowed up by the fabric draped everywhere.

Not that he's paying much attention to that, busy chasing those little flicks of her tongue, a pleased rumble reverberating in his chest.

[suoxi]

There's a reason Companions have all that stuff hanging all over the place. One must always be discreet, after all. Won't do to have howling echoing down the halls, right?

She adjusts her legs and kisses him one last time, sucking sharply on his lower lip before pulling back and straightening fully, giving him a perfect opportunity to get a good look at his current lover. Straight-backed, tall and proud, she's nothing to scoff at, especially when she's putting forth a good effort to make him groan.

[striker_eureka]

So it's not just because it looks so pretty. Good to know.

He doesn't try to muffle the little whine that bubble up from his chest when she pulls back, trying to chase her kiss for a moment before giving in and settling back on her sheets, his hands falling to stroke over her thighs as she straightens.

She's beautiful, which she already has to know, but sometimes he just gets a little blindsided by the realization. So he tells her that, murmuring how magnificent she is as the candles she lit cast flickering shadows over their skin, limning her with liquid gold.

[suoxi]

She does know it, but hearing it from someone as sincere as Hercules makes her truly believe that it's meant instead of just said for her benefit.

Her palms rest on his chest, fingers splaying over his skin as she briefly considers the difference in skin tone and texture. He's wonderful too, and she makes sure to tell him that, because it's true -- and he needs to know.

She smiles at him before starting to move again -- she wants to cut off any protests he might have or be thinking -- then her head tips back and her throat is exposed as she quickens her pace, skin hitting akin and the labored breathing of two people the only sound in the room.

[striker_eureka]

He's not that great, okay. Sure, he's fit, and he's not exactly ugly, but he thinks of himself as being more towards the normal end of the spectrum. Still, she tells him he's wonderful and he lets himself believe in the sincerity in her voice, lets himself just smile at her in response.

Just watching her would be enough for him to get his rocks off, probably, because she presents one hell of an erotic picture right now with her head tipped back, exposing her throat, her hair tumbling down her spine in a dark curtain, her breasts jutting forward as she rolls her hips down against his.

"Christ, Inara..."

[suoxi]

Sex isn't just pure pleasure, all the time. It's about what you can see, too -- Inara has learned that through the course of her training and in her experiences.

Her hands rest on his hips and she squeezes gently, acknowledging that he's spoken but not responding verbally. Instead, he's rewarded visually by her hands leaving his skin to instead settle on her own, hands starting at her stomach before sliding up to smooth over her breasts then gather up and tangle in her hair.

[striker_eureka]

It is very much about what you can see, and what Herc can see is pretty damn good, in his opinion. If nothing else can be said about Inara, at least you can say she knows how to put on a good show.

He rumbles an approving groan when she skims her hands up her body, perfectly-painted nails passing over her skin until they get lost in the darkness of her hair. Herc lets his hands settle on her hips now that her arms are out of the way, just holds on to her as she undulates above him, watches intently and tries to hold on to his control.

[suoxi]

She sure does. It's all for him, too -- she doesn't do this for just anyone.

Inara drops the hold she has on her hair in favor of placing her hands back on her own body. Knowing he appreciates what it is that he sees, she gives him more, hands finding her own breasts and toying with them, feeling their heavy weight in her own hands.

...Admittedly, it's a turn on for her, too -- so she's not stopping. Not unless he stops her.

[striker_eureka]

Later, if he figures that out, he'll feel touched. Right now, he's just enjoying the view.

His lips curl in a smirk, his eyes glued to what her hands are doing, and he lets himself roll his hips up to meet her, folding his lower lip between his teeth in an effort to distract himself a little so he can really enjoy this.

[suoxi]

He's more than welcome to enjoy the view. She's certainly giving him something to look at.

Of course, her hands on herself is all well and fine, but really -- shouldn't his be there, too? She reaches down, dropping one hand to grasp one of his, eyes twinkling a little.

"You're allowed to touch."

[striker_eureka]

He doesn't protest when she picks up his hand, just grins at her and lifts his eyebrows a little.

"But you're doing such a fine job of it," he murmurs, winking up at her.

[suoxi]

She smiles and presses a kiss to his palm before pressing his hand to her chest.

"But you're hands are warmer."

And stronger, and certainly more masculine.