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Jul. 28th, 2013 01:51 am
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(( 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.

Date: 2013-07-29 08:17 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 08:31 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 08:42 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 09:09 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 09:50 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 10:23 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 10:35 pm (UTC)
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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..."

Date: 2013-07-29 10:58 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-29 11:40 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-30 03:20 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-07-30 03:23 am (UTC)
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"Well, I can't argue with you there."

And since she put his hand on her breast, he doesn't bother moving it, just keeps it right where it is so he can cup the smooth flesh in his palm, his wrist twisted so he can tease her nipple with the pad of his thumb.

Date: 2013-07-30 03:37 am (UTC)
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His hips buck beneath her when she squeezes around him, a little grunt swallowed before it can properly make noise, and he ends up pinching her nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger; just a brief squeeze before he rubs his thumb over it in apology.

"Fuck, love... You're just..." He trails off, distracted as his other hand finally migrates away from where he'd set it on her hip, sliding across her belly to slip between her legs so he can rub his fingertips over neatly-trimmed curls before tracing the point where his body slots neatly into hers. "...so perfect."

Date: 2013-07-30 04:09 am (UTC)
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Since it got him such a good response, he repeats himself, his eyes trained on her face, drinking her in.

Hearing her moan his name makes him let out a quiet groan of his own, his fingers sliding up from her entrance to her clit, rubbing with slick fingertips in time with the rocking of her hips.

/flings self into bed

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nooooo /tries to crawl back in

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/pouts forever

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/inches back towards bed

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j-just a little??

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