Oh, excellent, you're a forward thinker. He loves those, even when it means he's falling backwards. That's happened often enough in situations like this that he winds up not falling too ungracefully. But really, it's the follow-through that makes it work, the pressure you add with the crawl and the slink, and he lets his hands come up around her, getting the feel of her even while she does the same to his mouth.
Midna chuckles behind the kiss, and after a moment she sits up where she straddles his hips and slips out of that odd cloak with the glowing blue lining. Under that is a filmy black top that by all means shouldn't be clinging to her skin like that, but it is. Leaning down for another kiss, she slides her hands down his shirt and--
"...Hm? What's that?" She makes an inquisitive sound as her fingers find the edge of his arc reactor.
Hey, score one for physics or garment-making or whatever it is that lets it cling like that. He's been taking the weird biology in stride - he isn't going to stop striding just because of a little improbability.
"Bling." Come on, that's not where you want your hands, right, he's got areas way more interesting than that. He lets his own hands skirt over her, thighs and ribs and the curve of her chest, and leans up to close the distance she started.
"Mmmn..." Her question is shelved for the moment when he sits up to meet her and her lips take his again, this time punctuated with a small nip to his lower lip, she arches against his touch, hips rolling against his. As his fingers slide over the curve of her breasts, that shred of shadow-fabric clinging to her skin seems to loose itself almost completely at once, falling away as it's stroked off her shoulders.
She chuckles. Yes, that was her doing, somehow. She may have some strange biology, but the smoothness of her skin and the curve of her breasts, complete with deeper rose-grey points for nipples, are just as delightful as any woman's.
Good, he was rather hoping she would be reasonably well distracted. People who start kissing him and then suddenly get more interested in the reactor when clothes-things start to happen tend to be people he finds that he isn't actually all that interested in sleeping near, much less with.
"Oh, wow. Hiding that, is just... not nice." He might just let his thumb follow the curve of one of them again, now that pesky fabric's gone. If she's paying attention, she can basically just watch his eyes grow darker as he takes her in.
I know, I saw the screenshot earlier. XD It's cool.
She's not paying much attention, sadly. She's too busy enjoying his touch, her head rocks back for a moment, her hair drawing itself along his body in the motion.
The next moment she snakes chilled hands under his shirt, stroking the body she finds underneath. When she reaches his chest her ministrations pause when fingertips bump into the edge of the disk again... but then she smile, and draws a slow circle all the way around it playfully.
This shirt is going to have to go, Tony.
i've knocked out 90 of them so far i'm kind of proud of myself
When he hands hit his stomach, he can't help the tensing of his abdominal muscles - it's a shiver, a reflex. Her hands are cold, and he's hot, even beyond the normal, in the heat of the moment and all. When she bumps the edge of it again, well, this time he's a little more distracted - the way her body just rocked back, pressure right on a part of him that's starting to beg for more attention.
That circle though, that's kind of okay. The nerves just around it are hilariously networked, some over-sensitive, some barely-sense-anything. That smile is beautiful, and he answers it with one of his own, sitting up enough to facilitate removing the article in the way.
"...oh!" One more pause to gaze at the blue glow of the disk set where his heart should be. It's a noise of quiet amazement and to tell the truth, delight. And not just because he's got a great body either...
Tony will notice as one of her knees draw up a little nigher and the panel skirt slides away, that her own leg is etched with liens of glowing blue. Like the glow of her cloak. Of course she knows better than to assume they're identical to his reactor, and that mystery can wait.
On to more... pressing issues.
She chuckles low and slinks her arms around him, pressing herself to him with a gasp and a shudder, cool skin meeting hot. The action also causes her to rock against him again, her breath growing fast.
Her skirt and understrap are secured with a single clasp over one hip. You know what to do.
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Oh wow, yeah, that is a little new. He's going to spend all night letting his fingers tracing those lines in as much as he can. Fascinating. He's developing questions of his own - but the way she presses along him, the gasp isn't just on her side, and his torso flutters with the difference in heat and chill. The rocking totally helps things too.
He totally knows what to do, and he gets himself together again after the gasp and reaches over to undo it with deft fingers, used to fulfilling actions just like that one. Clasp undone, the fabric should start to slide off, but he returns his attention to her face, kissing her, licking at her lip to see if she'll let him explore her in return. ]
She returns the kiss with a slow moan, tongue sliding past his lips. That's an answer to the affirmative... Lips still lost with his the woman moves just a little, lying on her side but still very much skin-to-skin.
The better to have him touch her with. And the better to touch him in return. Gentle fngernails run down his stomach and she starts to work on his pants... At least, assuming he isn't up to something that would scramble her senses. That's always a possibility to account for.
She's not the only one making noises here; he's not above a little groaning himself - that tongue, she's like sucking on a melting ice cube or something a little less drastic. Either way, it's amazing. The fingernails are also a very good thing in his opinion, and the answering hum as she drags them down alludes to that. Working on his pants is totally encouraged - the pressure alone from moving them is teasing, but he is still exploring her, now more free to do so, a hand sliding down over her hip to look for those glowing lines and just trace the curve of her, the other hand coming up to tease around a breast before rolling his thumb over the nipple to watch it peak. And his mouth, working back at hers all the while, letting her explore his own as much as she wants, but poking back every so often to check out hers as well. ]
She can't get enough of his skin. It's heat is addictive and brutal and wonderful... her breath is fast against his lips, and those fingers rake gently down his chest this time, pressing his back against the pillows and sliding his fingers under his loosened trousers.
Her smile is absolutely devilish as she looks at him, teasing...
Oh wow, that's an intake of air as her cool fingers slide under to find more sensitive skin, hot on its own and hot from the movement and hot from still being clothed, and her hands are cool by comparison on his chest and cold by comparison elsewhere. It's not a bad thing, too much, but it gets his eyes wider and everything he's doing to her stutters a little bit.
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Oh yes. This was the reaction she'd hoped for. My god, it feels like his skin is on fire... She places another kiss on the corner of his mouth then dips down along the line of his beard to a heated little pulse-point on his neck. Her hand slips slowly up his shaft again and his undone trousers settle further down around his hips.
If you aren't going to take those off, she'll have to do it for you.
God, he just, she can do whatever she wants to him. Her fingers are like trails of fiery cold across his skin and they linger, and when she finds that pulse point, he moans a little bit, from the back of his throat. And then her hand starts to moving, slowly, so fractionally slowly - to him, anyway - and he didn't think it was possible to get any harder but damn there he does, filling out a little more. He pauses, taking it all in, but then puts a hand on her neck and draws her in close for a kiss - he needs a little more of that sear, the cold on hot on cold. He's not paying that much attention to his pants, but they have come down a little more as he slid up the bed a little, situating a little more comfortably on the pillows. ]
She strokes him agonizingly slowly, cool lips continuing to nibble at his neck. When he moves so does she; sadly she slips the hand away but she draws a long leg over him instead, settling with a gasp as the chill of her thighs meet the heat of his hips, and other points nudge against much warmer ones. Knocking on heaven's door, Tony.
"--Mmmn--a-ah!" When the shock wears off a little, she gives another salacious smile down to him. "So, it seems that you like it when I take charge..."
Holy crap, that - the difference, that's a lot different, being enveloped within it, being surrounded by it, and she's not the only one who meets the position with a gasp. Going from hot to cold, pretty much just as shocking.
The smile is met with a look of his own and he rolls his hips before answering. "Seems I do. What ever will you do with such information." Honestly as long as she starts to move here soon he really isn't that fussed; anything beyond that would just be a big bonus.
She shudders as he rolls his hips, and leans down with her nose close to his.
"...use it mercilessly."
It would have been a good idea for her to mention her shadow conjuration abilities before, but what's the fun in that? Her smile turns a little sharper and she snaps with her fingers, and the next thing Tony knows something black and filmy-yet-strong curls from among the cushions and wraps around his wrists, holding them securely.
Meanwhile her own fingers gently rake down his chest again as she rolls her hips back and then against his, her chill sinking down around his heated shaft a little deeper with every motion.
See and her words, the proximity, that's just promising, right there, and he grins a bit and starts to lean up to close the distance and kiss her again, but doesn't quite make it. Suddenly being secured to the mound of pillows wasn't quite something he was expecting - he's not against the idea at all, no, but without warning it's still a little surprising. He looks at one wrist, then the other, pulls at the restraints to test them, and then looks back at her with a grin similar to the one he gave her earlier.
"Knew I liked you." There isn't much he can do from this position aside from angle his hips, roll with or against her for added sensation, and he's definitely doing both of those, even though between the temperature difference, the way those fingers down his chest feel and how she feels all around him, on top of him, cool and like frostbite.
She gives a quiet laugh, gripping the cut grooves of his hips and pulling herself down hard onto his heat and gasping at the bolt of searing pleasure it sends up her spine. Again, and again, and more, building up a rhythm, unable to stop even if she wanted now.
Her head falls back as she moves, hroaty moans and a quietly hissed string of syllables coming from her that's probably a curse... well, had they been in english.
He doesn't even really care that whatever she just said wasn't in English. Half the shit people say during sex doesn't make sense, in or without the language, and he's pretty good at picking out the underlying emotion in them and responding to that instead. That is, when he can respond. Again, he's a little limited right now, but being open like this for someone, doing what he can from this position, that's more than good. He's making noises of his own, a grunt every time she slams home, deeper and deeper it feels like even though he knows that's impossible. Groan when she pulls away, even if it is just to come right back.
She lowers herself against him, kissing his lips hard, mewling as her breasts and body cooly slide along his body with each rock against him. Those blue runes scrawled along her body, leg, ears, arms... are they getting brighter? She gently bites at his lower lip, clutching the cushions more tightly where she holds herself up.
God, she's so good. She's so chill, and tight around him, and biting at him, he's pulling at the restraints with the desire to touch her, to trace those runes with his tongue and learn what they mean. Right now though, all he can do is make noises of pleased approval, changing the angle of his hips to see if that makes things any better.
With the last shudder, his straps had shifted. Her concentration wavering. Now when he angles himself that way he hits something and she lets out a cry of startled delight, shadow-straps loosening even more.
He notices when the restraints become loose, when they fall away completely at his tugging, and after that cry, the way she looks and feels right now. Beautiful. He uses his newly freed arms to wrap around her a little bit and quickly roll them over, suddenly no longer simply able to rock his hips for her, but control the entire rate and speed of the totality of movements. A hand planted in the pillows either side of her, he lifts himself up enough to get a good rhythm going, initially pulling nearly all the way out of her before sliding back home.
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"...Hm? What's that?" She makes an inquisitive sound as her fingers find the edge of his arc reactor.
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"Bling." Come on, that's not where you want your hands, right, he's got areas way more interesting than that. He lets his own hands skirt over her, thighs and ribs and the curve of her chest, and leans up to close the distance she started.
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She chuckles. Yes, that was her doing, somehow. She may have some strange biology, but the smoothness of her skin and the curve of her breasts, complete with deeper rose-grey points for nipples, are just as delightful as any woman's.
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"Oh, wow. Hiding that, is just... not nice." He might just let his thumb follow the curve of one of them again, now that pesky fabric's gone. If she's paying attention, she can basically just watch his eyes grow darker as he takes her in.
I know, I saw the screenshot earlier. XD It's cool.
The next moment she snakes chilled hands under his shirt, stroking the body she finds underneath. When she reaches his chest her ministrations pause when fingertips bump into the edge of the disk again... but then she smile, and draws a slow circle all the way around it playfully.
This shirt is going to have to go, Tony.
i've knocked out 90 of them so far i'm kind of proud of myself
That circle though, that's kind of okay. The nerves just around it are hilariously networked, some over-sensitive, some barely-sense-anything. That smile is beautiful, and he answers it with one of his own, sitting up enough to facilitate removing the article in the way.
I don't know how you do it... o,o
Tony will notice as one of her knees draw up a little nigher and the panel skirt slides away, that her own leg is etched with liens of glowing blue. Like the glow of her cloak. Of course she knows better than to assume they're identical to his reactor, and that mystery can wait.
On to more... pressing issues.
She chuckles low and slinks her arms around him, pressing herself to him with a gasp and a shudder, cool skin meeting hot. The action also causes her to rock against him again, her breath growing fast.
Her skirt and understrap are secured with a single clasp over one hip. You know what to do.
tbh today is like, abnormal in productivity, tag wise
He totally knows what to do, and he gets himself together again after the gasp and reaches over to undo it with deft fingers, used to fulfilling actions just like that one. Clasp undone, the fabric should start to slide off, but he returns his attention to her face, kissing her, licking at her lip to see if she'll let him explore her in return. ]
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The better to have him touch her with. And the better to touch him in return. Gentle fngernails run down his stomach and she starts to work on his pants... At least, assuming he isn't up to something that would scramble her senses. That's always a possibility to account for.
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Her smile is absolutely devilish as she looks at him, teasing...
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If you aren't going to take those off, she'll have to do it for you.
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"--Mmmn--a-ah!" When the shock wears off a little, she gives another salacious smile down to him. "So, it seems that you like it when I take charge..."
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The smile is met with a look of his own and he rolls his hips before answering. "Seems I do. What ever will you do with such information." Honestly as long as she starts to move here soon he really isn't that fussed; anything beyond that would just be a big bonus.
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"...use it mercilessly."
It would have been a good idea for her to mention her shadow conjuration abilities before, but what's the fun in that? Her smile turns a little sharper and she snaps with her fingers, and the next thing Tony knows something black and filmy-yet-strong curls from among the cushions and wraps around his wrists, holding them securely.
Meanwhile her own fingers gently rake down his chest again as she rolls her hips back and then against his, her chill sinking down around his heated shaft a little deeper with every motion.
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"Knew I liked you." There isn't much he can do from this position aside from angle his hips, roll with or against her for added sensation, and he's definitely doing both of those, even though between the temperature difference, the way those fingers down his chest feel and how she feels all around him, on top of him, cool and like frostbite.
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Her head falls back as she moves, hroaty moans and a quietly hissed string of syllables coming from her that's probably a curse... well, had they been in english.
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Now's your chance to turn the tables, Tony...
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OH MY GOD sorry I completely lost the notif.
dude that was like maybe a day and a half you are totally fine
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