[Marni] (123 notme! :) )
[Ray Ostermann] ((Dang it!))
[Ray Ostermann] Stashed in amongst the grand towers of the truly rich and powerful sits Ray’s chosen domicile. It is modest in height, at least in comparison to its neighbours but even its structure is still a great glass edifice where the upper working class made their homes. The foyer is posh, covered in a plush red carpeting that almost seems new.
There are mirrors almost everywhere in the foyer, as if to entice the narcissist out of each person, in this neighbourhood it probably works better then you might suspect. The door is locked, it is a protected entrance afterall, but there is an intercom, and the last name Ostermann is easily found on the electric directory.
[Marni] She had said she’d track him down – even threatened to keep him because he mentioned a pool. She’s shameless, after all. She eyes the grand structure, with an arched brow, whistling low under her breath until she heads to the door and finds the right button.
A moment, and then she leans on the button. beeeeeeeeep beep beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeep.
And while she waits, she checks herself out in allllllll them mirrors, wrinkling her nose a bit. At least she’s clean – if a bit out of place.
[Ray Ostermann] Theres no answer from the intercom, no matter how long she leans on the buzzer waiting for a response, but the reason for that becomes obvious when she hears Ray’s voice….behind her. Apparently the man was out and about. Because he strolls up the walkway to the door with a raised brow and that warm smile.
He’s dressed differently then the last two times that she’s encountered the businessman for life. It must be his off day because today he is down right pedestrian in a pair of black denim jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black two button blazer. Its still immaculately done, and its obvious the jacket is sized perfectly for him…but still, its not a suit.
“Marni? To what do I owe the unexpected and very nearly creepy pleasure?”
He asks, his voice jesting as he steps up to her and cant’s his head looking down at her with a smile, not afraid to meet her eyes anymore it would seem.
[Marni] He speaks behind her, and she turns with a grin, leaning back against the wall and tucking her hands into the pocket of her hoodie. “Creepy? Awwwww, that’s not the feeling I was going for at ALL…” Lips curl into a playful pout.
She’s moving easier now – much better than the last time they… uh… met. In fact, she doesn’t look injured at all any longer. She lets her gaze fall over him, taking in the way he’s ‘dressed down’ with a lazy little grin. Then she tips her head, smiling up at him as she pulls her hand out of her pocket and shows him…
a rubber ducky. “I was in the neighborhood?”
[Ray Ostermann] He was about to comment on something, maybe it was going to be her attire, maybe her appearance at his door, but when she pulls out the rubber ducky he’s stopped dead in his tracks. It takes a moment as he looks between the ducky and Marni, before he just leans back and a full rich laughter bubbles out of his throat.
After a few long moments the laughter subsides and he actually wipes his eye as if a tear had formed and he shakes his head as his smile returns.
“Marni….you are something, though should I be checking you for bubble bath?”
[Marni] She dimples into a grin as he laughs, squeezing the ducky so that it squeaks a couple times before tucking it back into her pocket. As for bubble bath.
“A strip search might absolutely be necessary. Highly recommended even.” Shameless, always.
She winks at him, and reaches out to tug playfully on the bottom edge of his blazer. “I know it’s late tough, so if your to tired for company – even of the short n stacked type – then I can come back another time…”
[Ray Ostermann] He may look someone frazzled around the edges, but the look on his face tell’s Marni that he’s certainly not tired enough not to see her. He makes that obvious by stepping around her briefly and pulling out his key, to open the glass door, and holding it for her, with a gesture for her to go in.
“I always have time for visits. Especially one’s that are so entertaining. Come on, we’ll go upstairs for a moment, and then down to the pool.”
[Marni] That grin widens, warms, as he moves around to unlock the door and she leans down and scoops up her backpack from the ground at her feet, and slings it over her shoulder as she heads into the lobby. There’s another appreciative whistle as she waits for him to follow her, close the door and take the lead.
“Pretty posh place, you have here, Mr. Ostermann. I dare say you do very well for yourself, hm?” They are polar opposites, of course. He’s put together, and even dressed down is in clothing that costs more than she’s ever seen at one time. She’s in doubled up tshirts, a hoodie, and tattered jeans, and tempted to wipe her feet or something so that she doesn’t muss up the carpets.
Or she would be, if she were any less confident in herself. As it is, she just nudges him with her shoulder as she falls into step with him. Then asks, all mock seriously “…do I need a suit? Aside from my birthday suit of course…”
She’s teasing.
Maybe.
[Ray Ostermann] He has a bemused look on his face when she mentions the need for a suit and he pauses, looking her over briefly as if to inspect her for the proper attributes. He seems to come to a conclusion and he seems almost indecisive as if he wasn’t sure or not and she might have been fooled by it. If it weren’t for the jovial twinkle in his eyes.
“Hmmm at this time of night? I’m fairly certain you and I will be the only one’s crazy enough to bother with the pool, most people are already in bed.”
He steps past the mirrors, and contrary to what she might think, Ray doesn’t even glance in a single of the ceiling to floor mirrors. He simply strides past them and hits the button for the elevator. Which opens with a clear chime.
[Marni] “Excellent.” She doesn’t clarify if she as kidding or not, he’ll find out soon enough. Instead, she just slips past him into the elevator, and leans against the back wall, watching him.
“When I got home the other night with your tie? I got quite a bit of teasing. Indira says hello. And also that I should give you another go around now that I’m not injured anymore.”
Sly, that grin, as she stretches, hands lifting above her head, sliding against the back wall of the elevator, before falling to wrap around the railing.
[Ray Ostermann] “She said that did she? She think’s I’m good enough for you does she?”
His smile holds as he steps in and presses a number, seventeen apparently and turns back to watch her, enjoying her languid activities in the elevator.
[Marni] She chuckles. “She said she was gonna get her flirt on the night we met, but I got there first. And added that anything that made me grin THAT smugly must have been good.”
And then she smiles, slowly and arches a brow. “And it appears I’m not the only one who was feeling smug… word got around to a certain Tribal Leader…”
[Ray Ostermann] He looks a little surprised at her mentioning of a Tribal Leader, theres only one that she could be referring to, and for the briefest moment his smile falls, his face becoming painfully serious before he manages to pull his grin back up by the edge of his lips.
“What could I do….he asked my quite specifically. I was not going to lie to Lukas, I do wish to have a future afterall.” *He takes a step towards her at that his smile stronger as he puts his hands on his hips*
“If it were not for his conditions…I would have kept us a wonderfully dirty secret.”
The elevator is fast, as only elevators in nice new buildings are, and they have already reached the seventeenth floor. As they step out they find themselves in a nicely wall papered hallway the carpet is a bit more utilitarian here, but it is still quite plush as they walk along, the hallway lit by low wattage lighting to create a softer atmosphere.
[Marni] Her eyes widen, in mock surprise. “He asked specifically if you’d had any cute gnawer girls spread across your desk at work, breathless and moaning her appreciation of your fine dedication to your work? Why that devil…”
Oh that teasing smile is filled with delight in having surprised him, even as she pushes from the back wall, and right up close to him as the door to the elevator opens behind him. She lifts her hands to smooth across his belly, as she walks him backwards into the hall, before she lets him turn and lead the way again – and lets him off the hook.
“I met up with him at Lady Kate’s loft later that night, and he told me if I was going to challenge proper to come to him, but other than that, he didn’t want details. So I can still be your dirty little secret..”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray looks down at Marni as they walk along the hallway in step, side by side. The hallway is not very long, but he is taking his time, not at all in a hurry as he glances at her, from the look on his face a thought is rolling about in there, and hes trying to phrase it right.
“So should I expect this challenge soon? Will you be fighting for my hand?”
He jests still, despite the severity of the topic, his voice almost mocking as he takes on a more womanly, shrill tone before chuckling as he pulls out his key’s once more. Ready to allow this little kleptomaniac into his home…brave man.
“Or shall I remain your dirty not so secret.?”
[Marni] She laughs up at him, and hooks her arm around his much like she did the night they met.
“Ray, dearest Ray, do you think I’d challenge for you right after we met? You’re very, very good and a ton of fun, but Mating is for Life – and not something I’d jump into quickly. I’m much more inclined at this oh so early stage, to continue our friendly flirting banter, and let what happens happen.”
She tips her head, and looks up at him with that playful little smile. “If that’s alright, with you. Besides, I’d never run off and challenge without telling you that was my intention, and seeing if you were agreeable to it. I’m a Gnawer, not Fenrir.”
Then she pulls her lips into that playful pout again, reaching to slide her hand over his belly. “That is ok, right?” Hopeful…
[Ray Ostermann] “Something I am finding to be convenient about my late arrival to the nation, is that my prejudices go only as far as to wether people are civil to me or not. My loyalty is to my tribe…” He looks over at her, and down at her hand sliding across his belly, with a sigh, and it does not sound like the bad sort of sigh to Marni.
“But I see no reason to tell you take a hike when I have such fun with you.” *His warm smile blossoms onto his lips again as he at last halts them infront of the door to his apartment* “That…and from what I can surmise, there are no Shadow Ladies in this city to begin with.”
He fits the key into the lock and turns the handle, with that the door swings open without a noise, and Ray steps through with her, his arm still hooked in hers.
[Marni] She dimples into that irrepressible grin again. “Good. And don’t worry, I have no intention of tying you down. Well, into monogamy, anyway.”
She winks, and then enters his apartment with him, dark eyes eagerly drinking in the room as she does so. She lets go of his arm, and much as she’d done in his office, she starts to prowl the area, fingers trailing along walls here, there, dancing across surfaces, exploring.
Her backpack finds it’s way to a chair, her hoodie following a moment later, setting those curls of hers bouncing across her shoulders.
[Ray Ostermann] *The condo is modest in size, its a two bedroom unit with two baths off down the hallway, directly before them sits the living room a spacious affair with a recessed floor, requiring a quick step down to reach. The recessed area itself is carpeted in a thick burgandy rug. While the raised area floor that connects with the decent sized kitchen is covered in wood.
The main piece of furniture in the lower portion of the living room is a large L couch, positioned before a large flat screen tv, complete with sound system. The raised area holds a small dining room set and a large collection of book shelves with a vaste variety of titles and genre’s one portion of the raised area next to the outer wall of the condo has been converted to a reading nook, a throw rug put down to keep out the cold with two comfy leather chairs seated there, sat slightly off from one another.
The kitchen is a steel affair, all new and shiny and from the looks of it, largely unused. It would seem that Ray is not much for cooking. But perhaps best part. Is the fact that the outer wall is nearly floor to ceiling windows, with a small balcony in the farthest corner.
Ray watches her walk about, touching things, finding a connection to the place through her touch and as she does he goes to hang up his coat on an old wooden coat rack.
[Marni] She lets out a low whistle as she tosses her hoodie to the couch, and then follows it with the outer t-shirt, leaving her in just the long sleeve thermal, and those threadbare jeans, with strategically placed rips in all the right places. She pauses before stepping down into the living room, bending over to unlace her boots and kick out of them, socks quickly following so she can sink her toes into the push carpet of the living area – a content little sigh as she does so.
And then, the windows. She’s drawn to them, of course, so that she can look out over the view, her fingers lifting to press against the glass as she leans her forehead against it, and looks down, and out over the Chicago landscape. “Very, very, very nice…”
She turns and presses her back up against the glass and grins over at him. “So this is what they High Life looks like, hm?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray, by this time had removed his shoes as well and had followed Marni down onto the lower living room floor. He carefully treads around the side of the L couch and sidles up next to her. Just barely out of reach while shaking his head.
“I suppose, though you should see the condo’s in the building over there.” *He points over her shoulder to a building that is just beyond a small ravine, it dwarfs Ray’s tower but he doesn’t seem concerned.
“They…are practically palatial. But, I like what I have….for now of course.”
*He states it that while its nice, its only temporary, he obviously has ambitions of higher, and bigger living arrangements*
[Marni] She chuckles softly, enjoying his ambition. While most think the Gnawers have a lack of such, that’s not exactly true. They just have a different sort, where material possessions don’t quite mean so much. Whereas he loves the chase, the bigger and better – she instead is comfortable with what she has at the moment, be it a box in an alley, a bed of her own, or the ability to visit with the rich and famous.
“Of course.”
He’s just out of reach, and she leans her head back against the glass, and watches him, her smile lingering across her lips – open, inviting. “So tell me something, Mr. Broker. Now that you have me in your temporary palace… whatever are you going to do with me?”
[Ray Ostermann] *His smile curves upwards and outwards just a little bit more at her line of questioning. When she asks what he plans to do with her he steps forward, once more into her reach and enfolds his hand into her soft curls.
He doesn’t tug or pull not yet, he simply holds her and tilts her head back to lay a brief kiss upon her lips, a kiss taken by opportunity and lust. He waits for a few seconds, dragging out the moment before speaking.
“I had thought we were going to see just what you can do with that rubber ducky in the pool downstairs….unless of course you rpefer the hot tub.”
[Marni] There’s a soft sigh of delight as his fingers wind into her curls, her chin lifting willingly as he tips her head, lush lips caught in a kiss far too brief for her liking. She doesn’t chase him though, not yet. She runs her tongue across her lower lip when he pulls back, tasting him on her lips, her dark eyes shining in the low light, dancing with delight.
“Ooooh… a hot tub… Who’s to say we shouldn’t take advantage of both?”
She lifts her hands, laying them along his sides, lightly, before she starts to untuck that pristine white button up, with a grin.
[Marni] [And pause!]
[Ray Ostermann] “That’s a very good point I pay for the privilege so we had better use both rigorously hadn’t we? I’d be wasting money otherwise.”
*He fakes a serious tone, and then chuckles as he watches her slowly begin to undress him, his brow arching as he looks to her face as she does.
“Are you planning on making me run down to the pool naked?”
He stands their bemused, but he’s certainly not stopping her at the moment, hes obviously having to much fun, but then who wouldn’t be.
[Marni] She grins up at him, tipping her head slightly, without pulling against his hold in her curls. “My thoughts exactly. We Gnawers are big on getting our money’s worth – since we never have any.”
She tugs at the shirt, and then unbuttons it, spreading it open so that greedy fingers can slide over his skin in eager caress. Despite the chill of the glass at her back, her fingers are still warm, fueled by the fire of rage deep within – though it is not as much as many others hold. “I could… though I was just helping you get ready to change into your suit.”
Oh, she lies… because her fingertips and nails are dancing across skin, pausing to flick across nipples once, twice, before she pitches her hips forward, arching her back in a slow roll to press against him, pressing a kiss under his jaw playfully. “Or maybe I just like it when your naked…”
[Ray Ostermann] *He shivers briefly with each intentional flick of his nipples an involuntary action that he does not seem to mind, not when his eyelids flutter closed for brief moments as she does so. He recovers quickly of course, no fresh virgin he, and he smiles broadly as he wraps hands around her as she rolls her hips forward.
His hands squeeze at her ass, keeping her there now and he feels the tingle of her rage roll over him just a little bit more before he speaks.
“You also seem to like having me at a disadvantage when it comes to clothing don’t you? Or am I just not being forward enough?”
His own fingers now tracing along the inside of her jeans as he circles around towards the front of her jeans.
[Marni] His hands find her ass and she laughs softly, her own arms sliding around his waste, fingertips teasing up along his spine as she brushes her lips across his collarbone.
“I like skin. Yours, mine, ours… we live through our skin, each sensation something new, drawing a reaction tangled in the nerve endings, pleasure or pain, or both at times, all wrapped up in what we do to our skin…” She is, after all, a sensation slut, carelessly wanton in her delights, sharing of herself as much as she is given.
“And you can be as forward as you like. I’m not afraid…” The last, teased as she nips at the sensitive skin of his throat, playfully.
[Marni] (waist! omg. *LOL*)
[Ray Ostermann] He shivers much more openly as she nips at his throat, he obviously enjoys that more then the nails as he lets out a breathless gasp before his fingers find the buttons for her pants, and quickly plucks at them, with them done away with, he pushes them down, his nails dragging along her outer thighs.
“Ahhhh….not only a hint of skin but of the mind beneath. How delicious.”
He frees’ one hand now that her pants are slowly sliding to the ground, and drags it nails fleshward up along her side, no longer concerned for her health, as she is obviously in no pain at all. That hand continues upward, curving around behind her, and tracing its way up her spine and once more into her hair. His other hand however, begins to drag back up along her inner thigh, its destination quite obvious.
“The way were going we might not make it too the pool…”
His voice is lowered to an intimate level, almost a whisper despite the fact that there is no one else here. He almost seem’s uncertain as to which he wants.
[Marni] She smiles against his neck as he shivers against her, and teeth find purchase again, teasing, sharp yet playfully so as she shimmies her way out of her jeans when they begin to fall, a bare foot lifting to step on the cuff, and hold them down so that she can step out of them, before she kicks the tattered jeans off to the side.
There’s a soft moan as his hand travels along her side, up her spine and into her hair again. She is – as she was in his office as well – free and open with the reactions he pulls from her. She is no novice, despite her youth, and is unconcerned with appearances… it’s all about the sensation, and wordless encouragement…
She is in no pain, and should he look, not only are the bandages gone, but there is no sign she was ever injured at all – no scar, not a single mark, nothing but silken smooth skin there for his exploration.
As are her thighs, which part for that wandering hand, as she chuckles again. “Don’t worry – if you can’t wait till then, we’ll just have to do a repeat performance once we arrive there…”
Insatiable and completely shameless, Marni… even as her fingers fall to the waistband of his jeans, sliding around to make swift work of the fastenings of his jeans, determined to keep him in equal state of undress…
[Ray Ostermann] Now though, he switches tactics, and despite the brief pain he may endure pulling away, he does so, escaping her grasp as he takes himself just beyond her reach and stands their, chest bare as he regards her with her pants bunched up in the corner. He brings up his hands and boxes them, looking through them like a photographer.
“Mmmmm I could sell you and make millions with this look of yours. Hell it would practically sell itself.”
His frame drifts south along her body and he chuckles before putting down his hands and surprisingly, takes a step back, his own mischevious grin popping up onto his face as he considers her.
“But I could only imagine what you might be like down in that pool, so I think I want to find out. But….”
He beckons her to follow him as he moves towards the bedroom. That mischevious grin growing wider and wider as he back peddles.
“I have something for you to try first.”
[Marni] He pulls away and she groans, growling playfully, and also in frustration – though her gaze dances mischievously as she watches him back up. He boxes his hands, and she strikes a pose for him, and then another, falling right into playful as he studies her through the makeshift frame. “You flatter me…”
Though there is something to be said for confidence – and she has it in spades – and she’s also curvy and padded in alllllllll the right places.
He steps back, and she steps forward, laughing as he beckons her to follow. “Do ya? Now I’m curious…” And she follows him willingly as he backpedal toward the bedroom.
[Ray Ostermann] The bed is of course a king size, with a large dark wooden frame surrounding it, there are even slight posts there, though its no fairy tale bed. The bed itself seems to be covered in a shiny material…maybe silk or something like it.
He moves past the bed however, steps up to a large sliding door closet and pulls it open coming out with two..what looks like housecoats. When he sees her close enough, he tosses one at her playfully. When it hits her skin, its obvious that its real silk, and its obviously designed for him….as its massive for her.
“I thought I would get ahead of you, before you found them yourself. I thought that you might want to wear that downstairs….”
[Marni] She whistles again as she wanders into the bedroom, stopping as she looks at the bed. “Holy hell… you could fit 6 in that bed, and still have elbow room!” She hops up on it, standing there, arms out spread, and spins in a slow circle until she turns to look at what he’s up to once again.
He digs into the closet, and she catches the silk robe with laughter and holds it close, rubbing her cheek against it. “Oooooooooh veeeeeeery nice I could get used to this kinda stuff you know…”
And she drops the robe only to grasp her t-shirt and pull it up over her head, leaving just her bra and panties, before she shrugs into the robe and drapes herself in all that silken softness. “And here I was just gonna steal your shirt….”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray cant’s his head to the side, watching her as she drapes the silk coat over herself, his gaze appreciative as it drifts over the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He then removes his own clothing right down to his boxer,s the speed might almost mean to give a bit of a show, but he doesn’t do it in such a way as to be hokey, before he puts on his own robe.
“After you spilled that little tidbit about your skin and the feeling upon it, it seemed like the only logical step to take. It would appear it was the right one, there are few things that feel quite like silk.”
[Marni] She sighs happily, wrapped up in the softness as she climbs down from the bed, landing lightly on her feet as she watches him strip to his boxers. Her eyes drift over him, slow and lingering, drinking in the lines and muscles and strength of his form eagerly. They’re little office interlude left little for actual exploration – lingering glances lost in the heat of the moment, so she enjoys these moments now, and delights in them.
She closes the distance between them, and slides her silk clad arms around him to snuggle close. She’s cuddly like a puppy, she is, only far more dangerous. “You have the very BEST ideas…”
[Ray Ostermann] He is by no means muscular, but there is a tone and tightness to the lines of his body, of someone who takes careful care of himself and gets in the pool on a regular basis, he gets his money’s worth in that pool, from the look on his face as he looks down at her though. He intends to get far more then his money’s worth in it tonight.
His arm’s wrap around her as she comes to him, the brief tingle of rage hitting him once more. She may be dangerous out in the world, out on the street. But here he barely notices it, the woman in the foreground now…not the beast.
“I’m glad you agree, then how about we head down to the pool now that we are properly dressed?”
Properly dressed, maybe to get there…but its obvious they have no intent of being dressed at all once they reach the waters.
[Marni] She grins up at him, lifting on her toes to press a kiss under his jaw, before she starts to pull away – reluctantly, of course. “We should, before I get completely distracted and we forget there’s a pool at all…”
She tucks her hand into his, the other holding the robe around her – sort of, as each step shows a delicious amount of curvy thigh, the silk clinging to her curves like a sensuous second skin as she leads him toward the door…
And grins wickedly back at him. “…betcha can’t wait to get me wet…”
Incorrigible, she is.
[Ray Ostermann] *he however uses the belt that is apart of the robe to secure his silken covers, from the look on his face. He would be downright upset if she would even consider using that belt. His eyes flicking to her thigh almost every time it slips from between the robe.
His eyebrow rises and he gives her an incredulous look as she asks that question. He leans in as they walks with her out of his condo and down the hall towards the elevator, the air as they walk now mixing with the sensation of the silk on their skin.
“If you tempt me anymore I’m just going to haul you over my shoulder and charge to the pool. I simply thought you might want to keep that part of your dignity.”
[Marni] She can’t help it, she laughs, and skips a step ahead of him, until she can turn and walk backwards in front of him, letting the robe fall open as she trails her fingers down the opening, sliding along from her neck, down over the swell of her breasts, and ever so slowly along her belly, before hooking in the scant lace of her panties…
“I’m a gnawer, darlin – who said I have any dignity at all?”
A brow arches over those dark eyes, that positively gleam with fun and mischief as she thumps back against the closed doors of the elevator, letting him hit the button as she teases lace over the curve of her hips… slowly… achingly so…
[Ray Ostermann] His eyes are fixed, glued, nailed, whatever way you want to put it Ray is deep and completely in her thrall at the moment. His eyes sparkles with a heady mixture of lust and laughter. He almost doesn’t even notice they had reached the elevator if it wasn’t for her shapely rear and back thumping against the door to the elevator.
“If I did not know better, I would swear your trying to make me forget about every other woman in existence…and you would be doing a good job.”
He lets out a sigh, before pressing himself against her, firmly squeezing her between the warmth of his body and the cool metal of the door as he presses the button to call the elevator. As he does so however his hand pulls open his own robe, allowing their skin to touch, to brush here and there, as his available hand sneaks forward, and joins in teasing the lace…before teasing her more directly, his hands cupping between her thighs as he watches her eyes.
[Marni] “There are other women in existence?” She asks with that delightfully impish grin as she slides an arm up around his neck when he presses against her.
Her breath catches as skin and silk slide against her, holding in anticipation as his fingers find lace, and then slide intently against her. She is as free with her emotions as ever, hiding nothing from him as hips curl into his touch, and her teeth sink briefly into her lower lip, letting it scrape free in the wake of a soft moan. She doesn’t close her eyes, letting him see each and every thought that filters through them.
The metal of the doors behind her vibrate as the elevator car slides to a stop, and she has a moment to brace herself before the doors open and she’s falling back into the car, pulling him along with her. He’s left to push the correct floor button, as she has no idea where they’re headed – which suits her just fine as it leaves her to concentrate soley on him, and teasing him mercilessly…
Her free hand slides under his robe, siding along his outer thigh, nails dancing over skin in teasing caress before lifting only to slide under the waistband of those boxers to smooth warm palm over his ass, and pulling him tighter to her….
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t want to look away, but he does, ever so briefly so that he may look and hit the button for the top floor. The building being one of those that would appear to boast of a building top pool. He needs no assistance from her to push himself into her body, if they were any closer he would have to be deep inside of her as he presses himself to her like it might mean life or death.
“Other women…nooooo.”
His free hand, the button pusher slips once more into her hair pulls her head back ever so slightly, even though it will not, cannot tilt back far. But its enough for him to kiss her, just barely as his fingers press and caress the lace and flesh between her legs, before pushing the panties asside all together, the soft flesh of his fingers meeting the flesh of her pussy just before he kisses her, his lips opening hers in a deep kiss.
[Marni] “I didn’t think so…”
He hits the button, and on some level she’s surprised that the elevator goes up, having never seen a rooftop pool up close and personal – and she doesn’t even know how many floors this building has. Of course, that assumes they even make it to the top, as his hand returns to her hair, tipping her head upwards. She smiles up at him, before her breath is stolen in a gasp as fingers slide past lace. She cries out softly, the sound lost in his lips as he kisses her.
Her lips part, inviting the invasion of his tongue, as her’s duels his for control, kissing him deeply, hips curling eagerly into his touch, as she parts her thighs to allow one leg to slide upwards, wrapping around his in effort to get closer still – though there is hardly room for air between them as is….
[Ray Ostermann] *Words seem to be quickly growing cheap as their conversation dies off, replaced by their heavy breathing, moans of pleasure and gasps of sensation. His finger’s work in tandem with the curl of her hips, and slowly but surely, two of his fingers dissappear within her, their motions curl inwards, as if to demand her to come closer still.
His tongue does invade, fighting for control of their shared existence as they creep towards the top of the building. She feels the pressure on her scalp slacken, as his hand parts from her locks, only to suddenly haul her up against the side of the elevator leaving her dangling in the air, one leg wrapped around his, the other dangling beneath her as he brings her up to his level. Eye to eye at last, he breaks the kiss briefly.
“Are we even moving?”
*His voice is raspy, like he needs a breath of air, but he certainly doesn’t look like he cares.*
[Marni] That leg doesn’t dangle long, as she wraps her thighs around him, her arms finding their way around his neck. She cries out softly as fingers slide into her, slick muscles clutching at him, ever eager t get closer still…
he breaks the kiss to breath, to tease, and she laughs softly as finger curl around his shoulder, holding herself up against him easily. “Keep that up and the earth will certainly be moving for me…”
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, capturing his taste from them, as the elevator dings, and the doors open. She’s at his mercy, pressed against him as she is, and makes no move to pull away… though she does murmur… “So get me to the pool, and get me naked… I want you inside me…”
[Ray Ostermann] *He doesn’t need anymore cajoling or convincing. He reluctantly pulls his now slick fingers from within her and begins to move towards the pool area. He forces his way through the change rooms, not a soul in sight of course at this hour. The look on his face is one of determination and drive. She wants, the way she has him riled up it would almost seem more of a need on his end.
“As fast as I can…hold on.” *He counts on her to hold close as he starts to strip her of her silken robe even as shes hugging to him. Once he feels hers slip from around her and fall beneath his feet he works at his own. She can feel the humidity rise, and if she looks about herself, even for a second she can see water out of the corner of her eyes. The pool steams gently its warm, and damn inviting.
They are only a few feet from the water when his robe falls from his body, at the pace hes moving…he doesnt seem overly concerned for his boxers, or her panties and bra. He’s headed straight for that water.
[Marni] A soft whimpering cry as his fingers pull from her, even as she holds on to him, her arms slipping from the robe as he helps her, the silk falling to the floor in a puddle, followed quickly by his… she reaches behind her, and with a quick twist, her brastrap is undone, and shes pulling it off as well and tossing it – nipples crinkling hard at the first touch of her skin to his. She doesn’t care about the panties, his boxers, not yet. Those will be disposed of soon, so soon…
Her fingers slide through his hair at the nape of his neck, as she tucks her head against his shoulder, teeth finding sensitive skin once more, nipping and biting and teasing along his neck, her breath warm, eager… there’s a sense of the pool nearby, steaming, warm, inviting… and he’s moving them there, quickly…
She’ breathless, her skin flushed with the fire he’s built within her already – they could have an audience consisting of the whole building, and she likely wouldn’t care. All she wants his him, right here, right now. She slides her hand between them, palm pressed against his belly, thighs tightening, curling her hips away just enough to allow her hand to slide under those boxers and wrap around his length in eager caress…
[Ray Ostermann] *His steps can be heard on the tiled floor, his steps becoming faster and faster. He’s running, all the sensation she drives into his body like a lash, commanding him onward. Then there i s a feeling of being airborne, their bodies pressing closer together with his momentum.
A heartbeat passes before warm water rushes up to meet them, a climax to their journey, but not to their intent. For only a moment they are submerged, their entire form lost beneath the waves. But then they surface, Ray’s height allowing him to keep her above water he strides to the pools wall and pushes her up against it, her body easily guided now that the water supports her weight.
“Holy hell Marni….fuck me…fuck me now.”
He gasps as he pushes his own boxers down and allowing them to drift away before he pulls her down just enough to give them both what they want. One moment they are close, but seperate, the next they are together and one as he drives himself deep into her. Their own excitement and the warm water facilitating them nicely. He gasps as he enters her, his body shuddering like an addict who just got his fix.
[Marni] He launches them into the pool and for one heartbeat they are completely airborne and her delighted laughter rings free once again, even as she clings to him. The water welcomes them, and with a pull, her strength deceptive in those slender fingers, the frayed bits of lace on her panties give up the ghost, and they simply float away leaving her bare to his whims as he presses her against the wall..
He pulls her against him, and with a press he buries himself inside her, and she cries out sharply, her teeth finding his neck again, biting down as he drives into her, her nails scraping across his back.
“Ohfuck…”
She lifts her head – some part of her knowing she’s left marks along his neck that will be discovered later – but that’s then. Now, she claims his lips with her own, stealing his breath only to offer her own in return as she kisses him deeply, hips curling against his eagerly, sensations boiling under her skin in a flush of heated fire….
[Ray Ostermann] He gasps at the sensation, the rush of adrenaline in their blind flight, and then the intensity of endorphins and lust as he buries himself into Marni’s body. Fighting for purchase in the slick environment one of his hands rises from the water and grips the edge of the pool, while the other holds her by the hip, keeping her firmly in place.
When she bites, leaving her marks upon his body there is only a brief painful inhale, sucking the breath from her mouth, before pleasure rolls over and drowns the pain. His hips begin to grind in tandem with hers, his entirety buried in her as he thrusts deeper and deeper ecstasy singing between their bodies, even competing with the rage within her.
He breaks the kiss to use his own teeth now, his mouth biting and kissing just below the water line at the tender flesh of her collar, before climbing the long slender distance of her neck, exploring every inch as if it were brand new.
[Marni] He drives into her, bracing himself with hand against the edge, and the other on her hip, and she meets his every thrust, using the grip of his thighs around him, moving in tandem to drive them ever higher. He breaks the kiss only to find the sensitive skin of her – and she willingly bares her throat to him, dropping her head back to allow him to explore at will with lips and teeth.
In her world, another world, it is an act of submission to bear her throat- but here, it is all about mutual pleasure, the culmination of a nights teasing that has given way to the fire of all encompassing desire.
Her voice falls in softly panted cries, her moans reverberating off the walls, as the waves slap against the sides of the pool to match their desperate rhythm. The war doesn’t exist here, the only battle is that of two bodies fighting to drown within each other, to meld into one in the most ancient of battles…
[Ray Ostermann] Is own voice adds to hers in the din, even with his lips pressed to the soft flesh of her neck. His lips travel south once more…but he can’t quite make it to the swell of her chest and the delicious, sensuous breasts that hang there, the water lapping over her nipples whenever his chest parts from hers.
In the end he simply throws back his own head his lips parting as he truely adds his own ecstatic cries to their melody. He looks into her eyes briefly, watching through his own hazy gaze before tilting his head upward again, his neck bared to her as well, completing the line of his body as he continues to thrust, his body aching, shivering through their joined experience.
On another night, perhaps it would not be so, but here, and now, there is a definite, tangible goal for them both, and with all his skill and stamina, Ray drives them headlong towards it. The water begins to lap, as if in a frenzy of its own, a testament to them.
[Marni] There will be time for languid sensuality later, for idle exploration, when she will drape herself across his silk-lined bed, open to his touch, his gaze – where this hunger, this desire, this need doesn’t control them so completely. There will be time for that then…
but not now. Now, the fire builds and burns as it has since he walked up behind her at the door. Here the connection demands more, demands satiation and fire, rattling the cages of their control and demanding to be free, where water and fire mingle to drive them higher, deeper, with every push that pounds so completely into her, slick muscles rippling about his shaft in greedy welcome with every thrust…
He bares his neck and she tips her had forward, her cries against his skin a breathless encouragement even as she lays claim to him [for now, for now] with teeth against his throat, with nails across his shoulder, holding tight for the onslaught of sensations he slams through her…
There is no holding back, not a chance as she trembles against him, lost to the tide of ecstasy that is his touch, his control, him… “OhgodfuckingohRAY…”
She tightens around him as he pushes them both headlong toward oblivion’s cliff, driving himself deep within her until she can’t hold back even if she wanted too… sensations build until they are a consuming fire, coiling about her belly, tighter, tighter still until it explodes, her voice a cry that would wake the neighbors should they be downstairs, her entire being focused on the swelling orgasmic consummation of her slender form, ecstasy racing through her as she clings to him, and quakes in his arms…
[Ray Ostermann] The precipice always comes so quick, so suddenly. There is no time to think, no time to pull back and wait. There is only forward, there is only deeper. Deeper into her and into a sublime orgasmic haze. His eyes glaze over as his body, the very nature of his being takes over, thought no longer necessary for him.
If he even takes any meaning from what she does, he does not notice, nor does he care, all that matters is the moment, the feeling, the mind shattering intensity of their union in this most public of places.
His own voice rises with hers, their cries becoming animalistic, guttural. His hand at her hip fastens to her harshly, guiding her, driving her down onto his shaft, so much so there may be a bruise if her body would allow such things to be. In the end, nothing will stop them, and if he had any hope of restraining himself it is lost as climaxes. It takes mere moments before he follows her, his hips jerking madly as he drives himself into her now, the last few moments of harsh intensity, before the inevitable end.
[Marni] She’s left trembling against him, holding tightly, clinging to him as he slaps so deeply within her, warmth exploding across heated muscles as she buries her face in his neck fighting for every breath, quaking with the sensations that swim over ultra-sensitive skin.
It seems forever before she can breathe again, before she slowly sinks into herself once more, slowly relaxing against him, even as little aftershocks slide through her, causing little moans to fall against the skin of his neck, skin that she covers with kisses, working her way with suddenly languid delight until she can claim his lips again in a deeply lingering kiss…
[Ray Ostermann] In the aftermath of their passion Ray almost wanted to collapse to his knee’s, but to do so would invite both of them to drown and instead, he holds her close, protective at this moment though the idea would seem silly to anyone else of the nation, the kin protecting the garou.
He walks slowly into the shallow end of the pool, and then up the stairs to one of the many benches that line the waters edge. It is cooler up here, and he holds her close, to share each others warmth as he sits down, resting for a moment before the trek he knows they must take, back to the safety and comfort of his condo several stories down.
The view from the pool is spectacular, but neither one of them notice it. Not as they kiss and hold one another, riding the last receeding waves of pleasure.
[Marni] Soft laughter, now, as she relaxes against him, the edge taken off, the desire satiated for now, though it’s clear that it hums under her skin, a beast satisfied once that will rise again and demand still more… but for now, for now she is warm and content and happy, and finally gets a chance to look around at the pool…
oh the pool!
There will be time to explore it fully later, for now she lets him take the lead, lifting her and taking them to the nearest bench, where they can regain their senses with each languid, teasing kiss. Soon, the trembling is from more than just sensation, and a couple of towels are grabbed, and she takes care to rub the warmth back into his skin with lingering touches and teasing kisses, until they are draped again in silk, and making the trip to the condo, the small gnawer girl tucked under his arm comfortably.
She never stops teasing him, even now. Playful, as always, mischief and fun sparkling in her eyes as they finally fall into that bed, and as promised, she lays herself bare across it for him to do with as he pleases. This time, this time the build is slower, the touches lighter, lingering, the exploration leaving them every bit as breathless in the end, but the trip there is filled with playful kisses, teasing of lips and hips and fingertips until there is not one area of his body she has not caressed and kissed, and vice versa.
Hours later, they collapse at last, and she tangles herself with him, remaining as close as possible as he pulls the blankets up over them. Her curls spread across his shoulder, his chest, as arm and leg drape over his form, and she breaths a softly content little sighing moan as his fingers trail absently along her skin.
And finally, thoroughly exhausted, they sleep.