she yelps at the sudden rush of wind and snow and presses her face entirely into his shoulder, holding on for dear life and balling her hands into his jacket. ]
[He also does not hear this! But the ride is thankfully not long - otherwise they might freeze to death, realistically. There's like a layer of caked-on snow stuck to him when he finally slows to a stop outside the love hotel, which he has to brush off.]
Woo! Fuck, that was fun! [He glances back:] Are you doin' okay? Let's go warm up inside.
[ she's brushing snow out of her hair and off of her sleeves, and rubs at her face to try and warm it up, but she's grinning from ear to ear—as harrowing an experience as that was, there's really nothing like knowing that a gift was received even better than you dreamed of. ]
[Griffin takes her hand heads in, practically light-headed from how giddy he felt. A Feint grabs the tea set behind him - so the box wouldn't start getting soggy and disgusting from being left outside.
A quick scan of the directory and he finds one: a rustic cabin with a roaring fireplace, a cozy bedroom of lumber and stone. There are alpine flowers and a chandelier made of antlers, little wood-carved statues of elk and warm flannel sheets. And one ceiling to floor window that overlooked a gorgeous, crisp mountainside.
As soon as he's inside, Griffin tugs Shrike towards the bed, laughter bubbling up in his throat as he rushes to kiss her.]
[ she shrugs off her damp coat and leaves it in her wake—for once not bothering to fold it, because she's kissing him back with urgency as they tumble toward the bed, longing to feel the heat of his body against her. ]
[He's like, trying to shuffle off his coat mid-kiss, resulting in a sloppy time for all, but-- who really cares, right? They're here, they're together, and they have all the time in the world.
When they fall onto the toasty duvet, he can't help but laugh into the kiss. His heart's still beating so fast from the adrenaline of the bike, even now, and he takes both her hands to warm them, even though his own are just as freezing.]
[ she curls into him as she attempts to kick her boots off, letting them fall over the side of the bed, breaking off from his lips to kiss up the line of his jaw. she's never precisely warm, but the chill starts to bleed away into the coziness of the room.
she's smiling, she can't stop smiling, and it's wonderful. she wraps her legs around his, and twists her hips a little to right herself with him beneath her.
...can't waste all that advice from Amaranth, after all. ]
[His laugh trails off into a pleased moan in his throat as her kisses start to wander, rolling his head to give her the access she deserved.
That happy moan stops when she rolls on top of him though, replaced by breathless awe. He tilts his bare neck up like a subconscious offering to her, worship and anticipation in his eyes.]
[ Haha gods help it's working WHAT DOES SHE DO NOW, that kind of adoration flusters her so easily, but—the way he reacts, the look in his eyes: that's direction enough. She trails her lips down from his jaw down the side of his neck, all the while her hands finding the buttons of his shirt to undo them.
...on a moment of inspiration, she breathes out against his neck, scraping her teeth lightly along in the wake of her lips, to see how that gets received. ]
[A soft gasp moves through him as he feels the teeth against his neck, instincts tightening to a razor focus. At first he tenses from the inherent threat of it, but as he accepts her dominance, his body relaxes with a soft growl beneath her.
It's like taming a wild beast - knowing that this creature of extreme, unfettered violence was allowing her to claim him at his most vulnerable. He brings a hand up to stroke her hair, as though gently urging her with further permission.]
[ She's a little startled at the growl, but—she had sort of been thinking that... she wouldn't mind seeing that side of him a little bit. She wants to love every side of him, after all, and—the sense of permission and his hand soft against her hair, it's exhilarating to have that kind of trust.
Her palms press against his chest under the fabric of his shirt, pulling the lapels apart, and emboldened, she nips at his neck a little harder, just enough to leave a little bit of a red mark; her breath falls heavy against his skin. ]
[His breathing grows heavy as he feels the skin pinch, a flash of heat in his chest, behind his eyes - he knows he was marked. It sparks a howl in his soul like a crashing wave, one that dashes itself into a mist against the rocks. Rage and submission, a humbling before a greater power.
He wants to worship her all the more for it - that indomitable power she has called love.
His hands caress her from her temples down to the sides of her neck, framing her reverently, before forming a loose embrace over her shoulders. Griffin's eyes flicker with gold as he nuzzles his face against the top of her head, whispering,]
You made your claim - what're you gonna do with it?
[ She leans into his hands, and closes her eyes for a moment, sinking into the touch. She's trying not to lose her nerve—she's tensed like a coiled spring, but it's a good kind of tension, an anticipatory one, that's a little strange to feel.
Resting one palm against his jaw, thumb pushing up a little at his chin, she gives him a slightly lopsided smile. ]
[ She sighs, content, and shrugs her arms fully out of the straps so that he can finish unhooking her bra before dragging her hands up his thighs and setting to work herself at his belt and the buttons of his pants.
Her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest with fluttery yearning; she has to remind herself patience, patience, not to rush herself out of nerves. But it turns out it doesn't feel so bad, taking charge. ]
[Turns out this was just training for taking leadership of avante]
[Griffin shifts his hips to more easily allow her to slip him out of his pants. At the same time he slides his palms beneath her clothes, across the contours of her body - they come to a rest at her hips, his fingers dipping just under the threshold of her tights.
He kisses her collarbone reverently, bowing his head to her as each one traces her bust. Please, waiting is so hard...]
[ She slides his pants down, hooking her thumbs into his boxers and tugs, letting them fall toward the edge of the bed and letting her hands graze over his ass.
His hands and lips on her skin make her breath hitch in the back of her throat, a whine escaping, and she leans back against him as he helps strip off her tights, shifting a little bit to help them get over her knees, all the while nuzzling her face against his hair, pressing kisses along the outer rim of his ear and nibbling at the lobe. ]
[As they both shuffle off the last of their clothes, Griffin feels his cock prick with anticipation, the promise that her skin against his skin whispered to it. He rumbles with contentment as well, a proud sort of gratification when Shrike feels his ass - knowing that his body pleased her.
In return, he lets his palms slide over her thighs, warming them - powerful, toned with impressive muscle. Beautiful.
He breathes out low, a smile on his lips as she showered affection against his ear. The heat of her lips and her breath cascades over him in a warm shiver.]
[ She didn't even have to say it exactly and he still knows—she sighs against him, smiling with relaxed, complete contentment, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. It takes everything she has to not just melt into his touch and let it carry her away—
—instead she gives him a light push against his shoulders to land his back fully against the bed, her right hand skating up the inside of his thigh with the slight graze of her fingernails. ]
I just want to give you everything I can, you know.
[Goddammit it's so hot when she pushes him down. Even gentle as it is, the act of taking command over him just makes Griffin want more. To give her his full obedience.
He bites his lip at the sharp bite of fingernail across his inner thigh, pulling his anticipation even more taut. His dick responds in kind as well, going hard with longing.]
I know. You've already given me more than I've ever dreamed.
[He wants to make her feel good in return. His hands slide up, caressing her breasts and running his thumb encouragingly over her nipples.]
[ She makes a whine in the back of her throat at his touch, and her back arches instinctively—fuck, she's so weak to this and she couldn't be happier about it.
There's something she wanted to do, though, as much as a warm desire is taking root inside her— ]
Here, let me—
[ Her fingers find the base of his cock, and she runs her thumb up the shaft to graze over the head. She pulls back a little bit, and bends, so she can take him into her mouth. ]
[He whines at the sheer sensitivity of his cock in her hands, but that feeling multiplies tenfold when he, with a slight air of alarm, sees her bend over and swallows it. Oh god. She's actually--
Whatever cursory protest was in his mind disappears, replaced by the pitched gasp as he melts into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth - so tactile, her breath, her tongue, all playing against him. And the fact that she'd debase herself to do it... that's the catholic guilt!
His voice is all at once stunned, quivering with pleasure and appreciation, and hesitant, and he reaches down to stroke her hair with love and wonder.]
[ Shrike hums against him as she drags her lips back up his shaft to run her tongue over the head again. It’s not really part of the role she’s been playing a little—the sort of thing she’d expect to do if the other person in the equation was taking charge—but here it still feels like a sort of assertion, giving him this pleasure.
She leans into his hand against her hair, closing her eyes; her hands come to grip at his muscled thighs and their warmth. Part of her is aching already, and she knows she’s already slick, a persistent heat between her own thighs, but—she’s patient, and every gasp of his as she takes him is gratifying enough for now. ]
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she yelps at the sudden rush of wind and snow and presses her face entirely into his shoulder, holding on for dear life and balling her hands into his jacket. ]
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Still, she might be able to make out a distinctive hollering]
WOOHOOOO--!!
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'm glad it seems like it's exactly what you wanted
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Woo! Fuck, that was fun! [He glances back:] Are you doin' okay? Let's go warm up inside.
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It's f-f-freezing, let's go!
Maybe we should pick something with a fireplace.
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[Griffin takes her hand heads in, practically light-headed from how giddy he felt. A Feint grabs the tea set behind him - so the box wouldn't start getting soggy and disgusting from being left outside.
A quick scan of the directory and he finds one: a rustic cabin with a roaring fireplace, a cozy bedroom of lumber and stone. There are alpine flowers and a chandelier made of antlers, little wood-carved statues of elk and warm flannel sheets. And one ceiling to floor window that overlooked a gorgeous, crisp mountainside.
As soon as he's inside, Griffin tugs Shrike towards the bed, laughter bubbling up in his throat as he rushes to kiss her.]
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When they fall onto the toasty duvet, he can't help but laugh into the kiss. His heart's still beating so fast from the adrenaline of the bike, even now, and he takes both her hands to warm them, even though his own are just as freezing.]
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she's smiling, she can't stop smiling, and it's wonderful. she wraps her legs around his, and twists her hips a little to right herself with him beneath her.
...can't waste all that advice from Amaranth, after all. ]
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That happy moan stops when she rolls on top of him though, replaced by breathless awe. He tilts his bare neck up like a subconscious offering to her, worship and anticipation in his eyes.]
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...on a moment of inspiration, she breathes out against his neck, scraping her teeth lightly along in the wake of her lips, to see how that gets received. ]
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[A soft gasp moves through him as he feels the teeth against his neck, instincts tightening to a razor focus. At first he tenses from the inherent threat of it, but as he accepts her dominance, his body relaxes with a soft growl beneath her.
It's like taming a wild beast - knowing that this creature of extreme, unfettered violence was allowing her to claim him at his most vulnerable. He brings a hand up to stroke her hair, as though gently urging her with further permission.]
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Her palms press against his chest under the fabric of his shirt, pulling the lapels apart, and emboldened, she nips at his neck a little harder, just enough to leave a little bit of a red mark; her breath falls heavy against his skin. ]
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He wants to worship her all the more for it - that indomitable power she has called love.
His hands caress her from her temples down to the sides of her neck, framing her reverently, before forming a loose embrace over her shoulders. Griffin's eyes flicker with gold as he nuzzles his face against the top of her head, whispering,]
You made your claim - what're you gonna do with it?
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Resting one palm against his jaw, thumb pushing up a little at his chin, she gives him a slightly lopsided smile. ]
Help me get undressed, and I'll show you.
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A low purr:] Yes ma'am.
[Once he's worked his way to the bottom, he pushes it over her shoulders and, one by one, peels each bra strap from its place as well.]
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[ She sighs, content, and shrugs her arms fully out of the straps so that he can finish unhooking her bra before dragging her hands up his thighs and setting to work herself at his belt and the buttons of his pants.
Her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest with fluttery yearning; she has to remind herself patience, patience, not to rush herself out of nerves. But it turns out it doesn't feel so bad, taking charge. ]
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[Griffin shifts his hips to more easily allow her to slip him out of his pants. At the same time he slides his palms beneath her clothes, across the contours of her body - they come to a rest at her hips, his fingers dipping just under the threshold of her tights.
He kisses her collarbone reverently, bowing his head to her as each one traces her bust. Please, waiting is so hard...]
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[ She slides his pants down, hooking her thumbs into his boxers and tugs, letting them fall toward the edge of the bed and letting her hands graze over his ass.
His hands and lips on her skin make her breath hitch in the back of her throat, a whine escaping, and she leans back against him as he helps strip off her tights, shifting a little bit to help them get over her knees, all the while nuzzling her face against his hair, pressing kisses along the outer rim of his ear and nibbling at the lobe. ]
Haah—gods, I want you so badly.
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In return, he lets his palms slide over her thighs, warming them - powerful, toned with impressive muscle. Beautiful.
He breathes out low, a smile on his lips as she showered affection against his ear. The heat of her lips and her breath cascades over him in a warm shiver.]
I love you too.
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—instead she gives him a light push against his shoulders to land his back fully against the bed, her right hand skating up the inside of his thigh with the slight graze of her fingernails. ]
I just want to give you everything I can, you know.
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He bites his lip at the sharp bite of fingernail across his inner thigh, pulling his anticipation even more taut. His dick responds in kind as well, going hard with longing.]
I know. You've already given me more than I've ever dreamed.
[He wants to make her feel good in return. His hands slide up, caressing her breasts and running his thumb encouragingly over her nipples.]
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[ She makes a whine in the back of her throat at his touch, and her back arches instinctively—fuck, she's so weak to this and she couldn't be happier about it.
There's something she wanted to do, though, as much as a warm desire is taking root inside her— ]
Here, let me—
[ Her fingers find the base of his cock, and she runs her thumb up the shaft to graze over the head. She pulls back a little bit, and bends, so she can take him into her mouth. ]
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Whatever cursory protest was in his mind disappears, replaced by the pitched gasp as he melts into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth - so tactile, her breath, her tongue, all playing against him. And the fact that she'd debase herself to do it...
that's the catholic guilt!His voice is all at once stunned, quivering with pleasure and appreciation, and hesitant, and he reaches down to stroke her hair with love and wonder.]
O-oh god... Shrike...
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She leans into his hand against her hair, closing her eyes; her hands come to grip at his muscled thighs and their warmth. Part of her is aching already, and she knows she’s already slick, a persistent heat between her own thighs, but—she’s patient, and every gasp of his as she takes him is gratifying enough for now. ]
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