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magneticvigilante) wrote2017-02-10 03:12 pm
magneticvigilante) wrote2017-02-10 03:12 pmopen rp post
1. leave a prompt, picture, or blank comment
2. wait for the magic to happen
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magneticvigilante) wrote2017-02-10 03:12 pm
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Honestly, half of her being "coy" was simply to keep herself in check, to stop her from shoving him back until they found something solid to lean on. Stopping herself from being pulled completely under by the undeniable need she had to be close to him in moments like this. It was too much.
It was never enough.
She doesn't even get to answer or tease him about his "patience" (which he had, but rarely when a conversation started off by telling her where he was for a booty call), instead he leans in and kisses her and she kisses him back easily, parting her lips.
Her hands slid further up his back, tracing his muscles and spine as much with her nails as her powers now, barely containing the flare caused by him pulling her closer.
Morgana's eyes as almost solid golden light as she watches him through half closed eyes, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.
She shouldn't want him this much, shouldn't like the way that he makes her powers flare and spark, how he tugs at her in ways that have nothing to do with the metal in her clothes or the piercings or his powers at all. There were better ways, better company to keep.
Yet she liked his company.]
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Her powers are an allure, he'll readily admit to that. The mystery behind it, the way she teases him with flashes of it--but it's the physicality which is what truly makes this a more enticing experience. One's abilities are intriguing in the way that a puzzle is. It's the feel of her body against his, the way her nails scrape against his back, which has him relaxing into the kiss.
Hands wander freely as he backs her toward the nearest wall. His teeth scrape that bottom lip she'd worried throughout their conversation. The aim is to fill all her senses. To completely override rational thought and turn her into a creature of feeling. He wants to hear the breathless moans, feel the way she trembles with need.
By the time they collide with the wall, she'll feel the beginnings of his arousal. His hands drop down to her thighs, fingers hooking beneath that neat little skirt to tug it up higher, so that he can lift her up properly.
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There was just something different about him, about how she felt, about how easily the moan fell from her lips as if snatched out of her throat by his tempting mouth as his teeth brush over the almost-bruised flesh.
Pressed between him and the wall she can't escape the growing swell of his cock or pretend their little game is any more than just that, a game. Surrounded by his scent with his hands trying to hike up her too-tight skirt it's impossible to ignore him even a little or ignore that growing warmth in her belly, or the slickness between her thighs.
Powers may not be the main attraction... but they don't hurt, and as he tries to pull up the skirt Morgana shakes her head, knocking loose more of her curls.
'That won't come up far enough for what you want.' she says, voice warm with amusement and desire instead, the zipper at the side opens itself and her skirt tugs itself down, slipping past her thighs and onto the floor around her heels. Her underwear is thin and white, barely decent as her hands slide around his waist to undo his jeans herself, eyes watching his with her strange mix of green and gold, barely managing to keep herself from sucking on her tender lip again as she watches him, as her hand slips beneath denim to gently stroke him, encourage him.