[Rory] She’s a frequent visitor to Chinatown – being as rumors suggest there may or may not be a a Bogeyman packhouse somewhere in the vicinity. There are places where she can get food in exchange for work, or where – if she’s scrounged a few bucks – she can get a lot of food for cheap. It’s the later that has her out tonight. Nikki’s Noodle Hut has bowls of noodles with various other ingredients for just $4 a bowl – and it’s no small tiny bowl either, but large filling ones.
And so, outside the hut, sitting on a nearby bench, is an unmistakable redhead. Her feet are pulled up under her, sitting crisscross applesauce, and on her lap she is balancing a large bowl of pork noodles, working at them with chopsticks with a dexterity that tells the tale of her fondness for Chinese food.
The moon is fat and pregnant in the sky, swollen to full, and the normal path of avoidance around Rory is doubled by most, sometimes tripled. She fairly burns… a super nova wrapped in delicate freckles and pretty features. But she seems oblivious, as she eats her meal in peace, her pack on the seat beside her, leaning against a hip.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray was in the area frequently of late his goal was as it had always been, cheap real estate. It wasn’t hard to find, and it was even easier to find things that he could get condemned without much effort. Tonight though he’s not dressed in his suit and tie, he doesn’t look all professional. For all intensive purposes he looks almost normal.
He’s dressed in his favorite blue jeans, which are accompanied by a comfy and warm looking blue woolen sweater. Ontop of it all sits a black blazer, opened to the air as the sweater provides all the protection he could need. Its another one of his rare and infrequent casual moments. Most people never see him as such, hell most women he see’s usually only see him in a suit, or naked.
Nikki’s Noodle Hut sits a little ways ahead of him, bathed in the street lamps of the neighborhood, as well as some of the quaint little paper lanterns that had been converted to electricity. The somewhat harsh lighting however makes it easy to pick out the glaringly red hair of Rory, he’d recognize that hair in almost any situation and this one was no different. He smiles to himself as he strolls towards and as he closes in he feels her rage, feels that prickle down his spine and almost, almost hesitates before pushing in towards her.
“Good evening Rory, what brings you out to this corner of the city tonight?”
[Rory] She hasn’t seen him since that night, the last night, the night he was so wonderfully sweet to a very shy, very timid, and shockingly innocent Mule… That’s not to say she hasn’t thought about him often, however, and the blush that paints itself across her cheeks when she looks up at the sound of his voice gives her away. There’s a a spark in her eyes, lighting the vivid green with a life all their own, even as she drops her gaze to the food in her lap. It’s a convenient excuse, of course.
Even after everything shared – Rory is still Rory.
“Ri, hay.” Her voice is soft, her words mixed up, and the more things change, the more they stay the same. She lifts her Noodle bowl a little, with a shy little grin, and answers honestly. “Dinner.”
There’s a beat as she peeks up at him through those curls and bites her lower lip, gently before she questions in return, “You?”
[Ray Ostermann] “Would it sound truthful if I said I had come here for you?” He says as he reaches her and gestures to her, he is pulling her chain, the smile on his face a little off, and the look in his eyes full of friendly laughter. He steps around and takes a seat across from her, watching her and well..enjoying the blush.
“In truth, I was just out for a walk. It is nice every once in a while to get out when I am not at the beck and call of my superiors or my own driving goals.” He settles forward, looking down at her noodle bowl and then back into her face, the joking smile replaced with one of genuine pleasure, pleasure to see her again.
“I honestly wasn’t certain when I would see you again, given that you have left me with no possibly way of contacting you.”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose at the first, and rubs her fingers along the side of her nose absently as she considers the possibility of that being true. She decides after a moment that he’s teasing her, and she ducks her head again, chewing her lower lip absently.
He settles down across from her and she peeks through her lashes, her curls, and watches him as he moves, appreciating the strength and ease with which he moves, which reminds her of how he moved before, and how he….
…cue the blush again.
“I would fave hound you.” Softly, admitted, even as she grins that shy little smile. She doesn’t have any real way to get ahold of her – no phone, no phone at the packhouse, only Edwins number and Totemphone in an emergency.
[Ray Ostermann] He tilts his head to the side as she explains how she would have found him before nodding, accepting her words with a soft smile. “I’m certain you would have as well. But it is frustrating for me to not be able to contact someone. It is a very rare thing that I am not able to contact someone on a whim, it makes you more of a challenge.”
He watches her, his eyes taking her in as he taps his foot on the ground. Then he does something that maybe she didnt expect, he reached over and plucked a noodle out of the bowl with his fingers, and ate it all the while smiling.
“mmmmm not bad, I can see why you like it.”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose a little, and considers the problem, but isn’t quite sure how she can fix it. He can almost hear the gears turning as she works on the idea, and then he’s reaching for her bowl and she…
…lets him. This close, he can feel the way she burns, the rage that pulsates so deeply within her. She doesn’t know that it was different, this feeling, when he was inside her, than it is with anyone else he’s been with. She doesn’t know that to be with her now would take a force of will, a desperate desire to be with her, to risk the fire under her skin rising to a fever pitch, and consuming him hole.
She simply knows that he braves it and steals a bite, and she lets him.
“I’m faving sor a phone.” Her solution. And then she lifts the bowl again, willing to share.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray waves the bowl off as he shakes his head in time with his hands movements. “No thank you Rory, I really just wanted to try it. It’s your dinner I am not going to steal anymore then necessary.”
Rage was something he’d become accustomed to, that slow burning itch or that pulse of fire or fear down the spine, but this was different. It was not so much fear or terror or even an unease that caught him now. It was the heat radiating off of her body and threatening to immolate him where he sat.
Regardless of this he reaches out and brushes his fingers down her arm seeing what he can sense from skin contact as he looks into her eyes, catching them when he could.
“Saving…a good idea, how long will it take to get everything you need?”
[Rory] He reaches to touch her arm, his fingers sliding down over the thin material of her sweater, as the Moon is more than enough to keep her warm tonight. She trembles under his touch, though it is not the same shiver as before – though there is still that innocence, that vulnerability laced under the reaction his touch births in her belly.
She finds herself seeking his gaze, peeking up at him, the gazes lingering a little longer than before, her breath a softly caught inhale, held then exhaled softly as she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue – as if she can taste him already, as if she wants to taste him in ways she isn’t even sure she understands…
belatedly, she remembers the question, and struggles a moment to find an answer… then, softly. “I knon’t dow.. Not sure mow huch I need.” Or how much she even has.
A moment, than two, and she slips her hand from the bowl, to reach for his, fingertips soft, shockingly gentle as they slide over the back of his hand..
Her skin is… so… warm…
[Ray Ostermann] “I am surprised that Edwin doesn’t allow for a certain budget to maintain a few other lines of communication over that ability you all seem to have. Useful I’m sure, but it doesn’t let you keep in any kind of regular contact with others if you need to.”
He looks down at her hand as she slips it over his and he feels that warmth, he seems to take the moment to visualize to imagine just what it might be like to have her pressed against him at the moment, as he thinks it, his face betrays it with a look of pleasure before his skin contorts into its normal mask.
“Maybe I could help you out…” He says before his hand pulls from beneath hers and gently glides over the top of Rory’s instead.
[Rory] “I never asked…” In truth, she has no idea how much Edwin has, or how he pays for their small space. She is as clueless about money as she is about so many other things her lack of education taints. But it’s forgotten almost as much as she says it, because his hand is sliding over hers, and her teeth sink into her lower lip, briefly, before flesh scrapes free again..
She spreads her fingers, letting his fall between hers, before she peeks up at him again, and admits – achingly innocent, shy, even embarrassed.. “I don’t know mow huch I have.” Some places prefer to pay her in cash, while others barter for food for the little odd jobs she does – but she simply is without a clue when it comes to money.
She looks up, and meets his gaze again, lingering this time, as her breath quickens, just a touch, and she sets her noodle bowl aside, and closes her other hand around his at the same time… just a little tug, a silent plea, a request that he come closer…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray seems confused at the fact that she has absolutely no idea what amount of money she has, the idea that someone doesn’t keep track of such things boggles his mind. But that is the view of a man who has spent much of his life accumulating a great deal of wealth, and you don’t do such things without counting every dollar.
When she pulls on his hand he raises a brow, looking into her face for the answer to what she wants, and after a second he stands from his side of the table and comes around to her side, forcing himself deeper in the furnace of rage.”Well…perhaps you can show me, and then I can tell you if you are in a good position to buy and maintain a phone.”
[Rory] He stands, and moves around to join her on her side of the table, and she stands when he’s close enough, her hand still in his, though her hold is loose, her fingers sliding over his skin. She watches their fingers together, for a long moment, before she peeks up at him, and then – with the flare of Rage burning so hotly inside her, birthing a moment’s confidence, a moment’s daring, she closes the distance between them, tips her head, and presses a kiss against his neck…
Her lips are warm, so warm, and her breath soothes across sensitive skin, as she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, holding the scent of his skin, his aftershave, his cologne deep inside her lungs, searing it into her senses. She exhales softly, across his neck, and tucks her head against his shoulder with a contented sigh.
…and remembers the question. “…ok.”
And she leans down, and picks up her pack, and unzips the small front pocket – where a stash of change and crumpled dollar bills are shoved haphazardly inside.
[Ray Ostermann] He draws in a breath as she kisses his neck, it is not a moan, but it almost registers as a gasp his eyes closing briefly as he feels that warmth brush against him, its something he has never felt before, nothing he has ever encountered in all the women he has been with, or even met. Rory is singular in this fashion.
He goes to sit beside her, not overly interested in standing it would seem. As he does so he pulls Rory back down onto the bench with him using the hand that holds his to guide her down. He looks into the front pocket and pokes through it with his free hand, pulling out bills and checking the change. He doesn’t seem to need to unfold any of it or make it into nice easy piles he just counts in his head.
“Mmmmmm You are quite a way’s away Rory, especially if you wish to have any form of contract on your phone.”
[Rory] She settles down next to him at his urging, and watches as he rifles through her money, worked so hard for, and so little understood. She chews on the inside of her cheek, and watches his hands, the way they touch her things, her mind drifting to the last time she watched his hands and what they were doing, before she brings herself back to the present again.
Others with such Rage would want to fight,kill, maim, destroy. She still controls with with effortless ease, though a tremble slides through her occasionally, until she finally leans against his side. She nods, slightly. “I don’t meed much.”
And then, the softest admission of another of her secrets… “I don’t even how know to use one… I can’t…” Her brows furrow, slightly, frustrated… “I ran’t cead.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray can’t believe his ears it would seem when she reveals that secret to him, the money is left alone, his hand falling to the table as he watches her, hoping perhaps that the joke will be revealed as just that, but the look on her face, the way she said it tells her that there is no joke, that she is in fact illiterate.
“I….I can’t believe that.” He manages to say that smoothly just barely controlling a stammer as he regards her with surprise. “Well that won’t do at all. Would you like to be able to?”
[Rory] She blushes brightly, and stares at the ground under her feet, trembling slightly as he expresses surprise, and even offers to help. She struggles with the means to make him understand, while struggling too with the shame in admitting such a thing. And she wants to.. wants so much to be like everyone else, to do the things that others don’t even think about.
She pulls her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and holding them tight to her chest as she finally shakes her head, slightly. Not because she doesn’t want too, but because… “I can’t. Words don’t sake mense. Like we thay I talk.” barely murmured.
He’s never said anything about the way she twists words – and she never seems to notice herself, and part of her is so grateful for that, for the acceptance of that part of her disability. However, the same way words are twisted on her tongue, they are twisted in her vision – and she’d never be able to make sense of something that affects so randomly, with no consistency between words.
[Rory] [paused for now!]
Ray
He tries to digest that, finding it hard to believe that there was no way for the poor woman to learn how to read, or write, she was simply stuck as she was as that actually seemed to hurt him a bit, to make him feel like there was nothing he could do. “If you cannot learn to read and write, what about mathematics?”
Rory:
She chews her lower lip, absently, and nods a little, though her brow is still furrowed. “I can count, but it takes tome sime. Wan’t crite…”
There’s such shame there, and a longing too… “Is because I am betis. mad.”
Ray:
Ray shakes his head slowly at that, he refuses to believe such a thing, the man is free of such prejudice and he certainly won’t pick it up now. He places his hands on Rory’s shoulders and looks her in the eyes.
“You are not bad, you are worthy.”
Rory:
She’s so warm, rage boiling, sliding through her system like molten lava, beckoning, yet frighteningly offputting at the same time. There is a path around her, around them, where humans don’t dare to tred, without ever knowing why. If they think on it, they’d wonder how he could sit there, how he could touch her…
and why he doesn’t pull away when she leans into him, and tucks her head against his shoulder with a soft sigh. “I try. I steel fupid, sometimes.”
Ray:
When she leans into him and he feels the rage roaring through her veins his heart skips a beat, he hadn’t expected that, and he certainly had not expected the pull he felt, like it wanted him to merge with it, to be completely overrun by it. He had know women who had said sex was like drowning, he hadn’t thought to feel that…with just a touch.
“We all feel stupid sometimes Rory, that isn’t a trait specific to Metis, it is a trait specific to humanity. I wouldn’t worry about it to much, you do afterall…make up for it in many…many other areas.”
He pulls her away so that she can see the warm reassuring smile on his face, and the sincerity in his features, not to mention that devious little twinkle in his eyes, letting her know what some of those areas were, even if she could not read the signs herself.
Rory:
He pulls her away a little, but only so that she can see his smile, and that he means waht he says, and she flushes at that little twinkle, and the way he looks at her – she couldn’t describe it if he asked her too, but she likes the way it makes her feel, the way it makes her want to curl closer, to explore more of the delights he’s taught her…
He makes her feel worthy, even when she feels her lowest.
She blushes, the color sliding across her cheeks, down her neck, dipping under her t-shirt, and from memory, he knows the color spreads farther than tat. She drops her gaze, and rubs at the side of her nose absently, before peeking up at him again.
…and dares to ask shyly… “…what areas…” with a little grin…
Ray:
He seems to watch that pink spread down her body, and even if he cannot see it because of the clothing that is blocking his view, he certainly seems to follow it none the less, imagining it as it spreads all the way to the tips of her toes. He then looks back into her face before leaning in to whisper into her ear, his lips gently gracing the lobe of her ear.
“There are many area’s, in particular the way you make me feel…when I am deep inside of you.”
Rory:
her breath catches as his lips brush her ear, his breath across sensitive skin, and she closes her eyes, indulging in the sensation of his being so close to her…
She lifts a hand, her fingers so delicate, so fragile looking – though he knows how very strong they can be – and slides fingertips along the line of his jaw. Her hand – seeringly hot – slides from there around the back of his neck, as she pulls away just enough…
…just enough to kiss him, the move at once achingly shy, and incredibly daring…
Ray:
He also fears her kiss, after feeling her hand slide across his jaw, what would her tongue feel like, what would her lips be like…his mind raced onward to other likely possibilities and for a second he quivers at those thoughts. Like it would be something terrifying to experience, and at the same time…something totally worth experiencing.
He kisses her though, their lips meeting, prepared for whatever sensation he would receive, he was never a man to back away from something like this, he wasn’t about to stop now, even if it cost him more then he might be bargaining to give up.
Rory:
He quivers, and she falls still, just for a moment, so shyly unsure herself, but when he kisses her back, her moan is instant, falling unbidden as she lays claim to his lips eagerly. Her lips part, her tongue finding his in a dual he taught her, and she suddenly aims to prove just how good a student she can be.
Her lips are hot, her tongue the same, and so welcome as her breath falls in a soft moan across his lips…
Ray:
He gasps once more, the heat of both her tongue and her lips slams into him and while most would pull away, he sinks into that fire, letting it burn him as he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around her and holding her as one hand slides down her back, the other sitting upon her waist, keeping her close as he experiences something completely new.
The passionate kiss eventually breaks, the man experiencing a shortness of breath he had not known in a long, long time and he draws in a deep breath his eyes flickering open like a new boy having his first kiss. “Rory….you, your a very..very good student.”
Rory:
She blushes again, and ducks her head, chewing her lower lip as the pleasure of his compliment washes through her, warming her in ways that her rage does not, in ways that she doesn’t exactly understand. But she enjoys it, none the less.
She’s so close to him, so close that he fills her senses with his scent, with his reactions, with his willingness to fall into the fire that is her very soul without hesitation…
“…you’re a gery vood teacher…”
and though she doesn’t voice it, it’s clear with the way she moves just that much closer – that she’d not turn down another lesson…
Ray:
Ray of course, catches each of her subtle hint’s each move of her body that indicates she wants more, that she wants to bring him into her again and feel full and happy once more. Ray wasn’t about to deny the woman. He looks up finally, looking away from her to take in the area before looks back down to her.
“Would you like to get out of here Rory?”
Rory:
Her smile is shy, her breath a softly huffed sigh of delight as he is able to put together into words what she can’t seem to – his experience making it easy to pick up on the signs she isn’t even aware she’s giving off… all she knows is that she wants him between her thighs, buried deep inside her… and the sooner the better…
She nods, her curls spilling over her shoulders as she touches his jaw again, fingertips so very gentle as they trace along his skin. She’s trembling, again – eagerness and timidity all wrapped up in a fiery ball of rage so carefully controlled…
“….pes, ylease…”
Ray:
He nods in confirmation and goes to stand, drawing her up with him by her hand. He looks about once more and gives her an almost apologetic smile.
“I hate to mention it Rory, but I do not have my car with me tonight…is there anywhere….nearby that you can think of. That we might be able to go to? A hotel perhaps?”
He normally has such a good recollection of things, but chinatown is not the sort of area he usually suggests for accommodations. Entertainment, food, women, certainly all those things, but never a place to lay your head…or other things.
Ray:
He pulls her up by the hand, and her other grabs her backpack as she does so. She tips her head, looking up at him as she asks, and then she looks around, and with a shy llittle grin…
nods, her curls bouncing as she tugs on his hand – and does something she so rarely achieves… she takes the lead, walking quickly down the street, with a purpose, and the ease of one who knows the area well..
And it’s after one co\rner, and a second, taht he sees her destination – a small hotel. It’s not the most expensive, but it always has vacancies – and it’s far closer than his place…
Ray:
Ray is lead, the little redhead obviously knowing where she was going, and when she at least brings them to the small hotel set deep within china town he smiles as he looks it over. He had honestly expected worse, and he nods as he approves of her choice.
“Shall we then?”
He suggests as he moves to take the lead and headed off towards the office intent on renting a room for the evening.
“What other secrets do you know about in his neighborhood hmmm?”
Rory:
She blushes brightly, as he likely knew she would, as he takes the lead now, and she falls into step, happily letting him do so. She does point though, to the side, a little shop that is almost easily looked over, ignored.
“She sells chind wimes, made of bits and pieces of wetal, mire from old machines – that lound sike music.” a beat, and a shy little smile as she peeks up at him. “I thake mem.”
Ray:
He pauses at the entrance to the office of the hotel and looks at the shop, taking it in and connecting her words with it. “You make wind chimes?” He asks, more of a rhetorical question then a true one. “I guess that would make sense, since you already enjoy working with your hands.”
He looks at the shop one more time, as if memorizing its location, perhaps he intends to visit them later and see her work. But for now he lets her hand go. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He says, as he pushes open the door and steps inside, obviously intent on renting a room, and he does so unless she decides to go in with him.
Rory:
She nods, and ducks her head, a little smile playing about her lips. “It keeps hy mands busy.” It’s something she’s always done – fixing what can be fixed, putting what can’t into something new, something different… some even say something beautiful. The old woman loves them, and Rory doesn’t accept anything in payment, other than the stories she tells, and dinner on occasion.
He says he’ll be back, and even now she is obedient, and waits for his return…
Ray:
“Its only a few minutes before Ray steps back into the dim lighting of the street lamps, and smiles warmly at Rory, still standing where he had left her. For another woman, he might have been worried about leaving her out here…but Rory could defend herself….better then he could defend a gerbil most likely. He slides up next to her and takes her hand once more, before setting off down the walk way, intent on their room for the evening.
“Perhaps we can find something else to occupy your hands with for the evening….what do you think?”
Rory:
She peeks up at him, and smiles shyly, her eyes a vibrant burning green through rusty lashes, an eager tremble dancing through her lean frame, as her fingers tighten around his lightly, breify. She falls into step with him, remaining close, as he leads down the walkway, and the room he’s rented…
Her voice softens, a waver of excitement sliding through it, as she nods again… “I’d thike lat.”
Ray:
He eventually stops infront of one of the doors, and as she would expect, he pulls out one of the key’s and pushes it into the lock. He turns the key, but he doesn’t open the door. Not yet, instead he looks over to Rory with a sly smile crossing his face and he speaks in that low, velvetine tone that tickles something deep inside of her.
“What else would you like Rory?”
He asks as he pushes the door open and steps through, pulling her along with him into the privacy of the room, the door closing behind them. “What else can I do to pleasure you?” He asks openly now, as he turns into her and gives her another kiss before she can answer.
Rory:
She bites her lip when he talks to her like that, when his voice slides seductively through her, touching something so deep within, something that was sleeping until he gave it life, gave it breath, and taught her need…
He pulls her inside, and kisses her before she can answer, and her answer is one without voice, as she drops her pack to the floor with a clanking clatter, her slender form moving into his arms willingly… her arms sliding up around his neck as she gives her all to that kiss, using lips and tongue, and soft breathless moans to convey what she cannot put into words…
His kiss pleasures her, his touch, his voice, his very presense here in a motel room, asking her what she wants – it is still so very new, this request, this ability to get what she desires… what she needs… and what she needs is him.
Ray:
It’s like he reads her needs and wants through the kiss alone, because he seems to sense her impending need, not the desire to be teased, not the desire to have this drawn out. He is certain that what she wants is him, NOW and not any moment later. He understands this and acts upon it as his hands slip down under her shirt, and begin to pull it off of her.
He holds the kiss as long as he can, continuing to explore her mouth and wrestle for control of each others tongues until the last moment when eh goes to pull the shirt up and off of her body, already starting to walk her back towards the bed.
Rory:
his hands are under her shirt, his fingers sliding along her skin as he pulls it off, his touch cool despite his warmth, cool next to the fire that’s under her skin, that boils at the pit of her soul… He understands that she doesn’t want to wait, that she doesn’t want what they had the first night, though she isn’t even sure that she understands where it comes from, or what exactly fires this need…
The moon makes her bold – bolder, anyway – than she was that first time, though she still follows his lead. The difference is that now, as he tugs her shirt off, she slides her hands under his, and does the same, eager to get to his skin, to feel him against her, to feel him in her…
she steps backwards, but never enough to pull away from him, her shirt hitting the floor, his blazer, his sweater quickly following, allowing the burning touch of her fingers to explore his chest, fingers sliding over the lines and muscles of his torso, hovering in a lingering tease against nipples as she presses against him, a softly eager whimper voiced across his tongue…
[paused]
[Ray Ostermann] There both topless now, both exposed to one another’s bodies and Ray is cool against the inferno of Rory’s body. He presses himself against her, mashing their bodies together as he draws her in for a deep and fiery kiss the intensity matched by the fury of her burning rage.
His hands run over her body up and down her sides and her back as they seek her out, feel her once more but at the same time feeling something entirely new, something he has never ever felt before. He gasps into the kiss at the simple touch of her even as he pushes her back towards the bed.
They reach it, he can feel it as she bumps into the firm edge of the bed frame but he does not push her down into it. He pulls himself from the warmth of her body and feels the cold that is left in its wake, like walking from a fire on a cold day as he reaches down and begins to undo her pants pushing them, and underwear down in one swift motion once they are free.
[Rory] His hands are cool, smoothing across her skin eagerly, while she trembles under the touch, her own fingers dancing in burning opposite along his chest and sides. If he told her this was new for him, something different in a vast array of experience, she may not believe him entirely – except for the intensity with which he kisses her, a desperation to match her own.
She gasps softly as he pulls away.. left trembling in the wake of his kiss – until he’s dragging the rest of her clothing down, so that she can kick off her shoes, and kick them away. She doesn’t hesitate, following his lead with delicately strong fingers, tugging at the fastenings of his jeans, tempted to rip them away if the button hadn’t picked that moment to slide free, and in a move that mimics his with her – pushes them down so that there is nothing but skin between them..
Her smile is still a shy thing, even now, as she drags her eyes up over him, finally to peek up at him through those curls – half a second before her fingers slide over his length in a curious – and curiously heated – touch…
[Ray Ostermann] She removes his clothing, something he hadn’t expected but he surely enjoyed quickly stepped from the pants and underwear and kicked them aside well out of the way as they stand before each other stark naked.
His own smile returns to her as she looks up at him, and he was moving his own hand to firmly cup and squeeze her breast…when her hand finds his cock. His legs quiver a little as he is grasped and his eyes widen in ecstatic surprise. These are not the only reactions though, his length which had been slightly soft before, hardens to its full length and width as her hand touches him.
“You…find that…interesting Rory?” He asks through half lidded eyes, a curious smile on his face as at last he manages to cup her pert breasts in his hands
[Rory] He hardens in her grasp, and she watches with innocent curiosity, even as her back arches into his touch, a soft gasp as cool fingers cup the swell of her breasts, and her free hand slides along his side. Belatedly she realizes he asked a question, and that blush slides across her skin, spilling under a multitude of freckles as she bites her lower lip and nods, just enough to set blood red curls into a sway over bare shoulders.
She presses against him then, a shiver working it’s way under her skin at the coolness of his form against the raging burn of her own, her lips pressed warmly against his chest, just above his heart, feeling it beat against her, until she travels a slow, shy path upwards, along his collarbone, his neck, under his jaw – and at last, his lips once more..
[Ray Ostermann] He meets her kiss, feeling the burn of her body against his, his hand is trapped between them at this moment still squeezing and caressing her nipple as their tongues play along one another, his cool to her heat, the difference creating a sensation unique for both of them, each experiencing something different but at the same time very familiar.
Its at this moment that Ray gives Rory a little word less instruction, her hand still resting along his shaft is taken gently in his free hand, and he gently nudges her fingers into a firmer grip, wrapping them around him completely, before he begins to guide her hand back and forth along his length, which after a few long moments draws a shuddering sigh from the man.
[Rory] She trembles against him, nipples hardening under his tease, the way she reacts to his touches still so new, yet unabashedly felt, enjoyment shown through wordless sighs and soft sounds… She could let him touch her all day, she could feel the coolness of his hands, the strength in his touch, the confidence she’s never known for herself in the way he brings sensations to dance under her skin, coiling about her until she answers in kind of pure need…
His hand wraps around hers, showing her how to touch him, how to bring a reaction in him in mirror to what he builds in her… her hand curls around his length, slowly following his lead, stroking – and then she feels that shuddering sigh… and emboldened, moves a little less timidly, a little faster, even as she slides her free hand up around the back of his neck, holding him in the heated bliss of that kiss….
[Ray Ostermann] She has him where she wants him, in a sense he cannot pull away, and would not want to, not now. His hand releases her’s and allows her to work away at him, his hips bucking here and there when she strokes him just right.
The hand that was trapped between them slips free and as if to mirror what she is doing to him. It slips slowly down along her taunt stomach sliding over the gentle curves of her freckled hip and then down between her flushed legs, pressing in against the depths of her pussy, gently circling her lips, and her clit.
Meanwhile he is willingly trapped in the firey storm of their kiss, his eyes are shut tight as her lips lock and meld with his, tongues continuing to explore and play about each other. In this, this new place he has never found himself, he is almost as enflamed as her, as if he was fresh and new as she was.
[Rory] She is an intuitive creature, and when hips buck into her hand, she knows she has done something right, something that feels so good he cannot control the need to be closer still, and she strives to repeat it, to become the fast learner in this as she was in the art of kissing him…
his fingers travel, and find the moist heat of sensitive skin, and she cries out softly across his lips as he does so… her hand at the back of his neck tightening slightly as her knees threaten to give way under the barrage of sensation such a simple touch brings…
Fingers slide over him in eager stroke, fingertips memorizing every inch of him… as if she can’t get enough of the way he feels against her.. even as there’s a soft begging whimper across his lips, as thighs part to allow his easier access to her – the passionate fire in her belly matched only by the flame of her rage deep in the core of her being…
[Ray Ostermann] The fast learner that she is, it only takes a few more moments of stroking to have his hips bucking into her hand at regular intervals. As she manages this though his own fingers take the initiative and press deep into her, no longer playing on the outside two fingers slip between her lips and slide within the slick warmth of her body, playing back and forth along grasping muscles that want for something else entirely, but receive his fingers for now.
He kisses her for several long, almost agonizing moments more before he at last draws up the control to pull away from the fire of her embrace, she still holds him by the neck, still keeps him precariously close, but his lips part from her, leaving a heated absence on his lips, which he licks with a forlorn look passing behind his eyes.
But he has other plans now. Other intents as he no longer wished to toy with the young metis. He withdrew his fingers, and began to turn her around to face the bed. Hoping that she would release his length to do so. Once turned he pressed to position her on the edge of the bed, on all fours.
[Rory] He pulls from the kiss and she whimpers softly, her eyes opening to meet his gaze for one, fiery, intensely clear and jolting moment, before she lets him guide her, as she has so many times before – in everything from which hotdog is the best, to how to touch him in the way that he likes, how to kiss him, how to make him cry out against her…
She lets him direct her, fingers sliding from his length, across the moisture at the tip… she pauses, briefly, to run her fingertips through it, across sensitive glans, before she peeks up at him, and then back down again. She lifts moistened fingertips to her lips, and tastes them, curiously, with a tip of her head that speaks of the animal within her.
A shy little smile, and she turns as directed, more than a little curious, more than a little shy as she positions herself as he wishes, green eyes peeking back through her curls over her shoulder to watch him – to see what comes next…
[Ray Ostermann] Her finger traces over the most sensitive of areas and he shivers. He to pauses to watch her as she lifts her fingers to her lips and tastes them, there was no revulsion in her eyes or on her lips as she does so, only further innate curiosity which brings a look of intense desire and interest across his features.
For a second he considers changing his plans, to prolong her pleasure…at the very least. But the need for both of them burned like a star, a fire that would consume them both if it was not fed on something else, and so he presses her down on all fours and as she looks back he smiles at her a look that assures her that soon…very soon she would get what she had wanted.
One hand runs down over her back, and caresses the pale swell of her ass, and then slips down and teasingly draws a path right along the seam of her body, pressing in lightly against the slickness of her pussy. It is once his finger passes just over her clit that she feels the pressure of his member against the lips of her body. He watches her face as he begins to push into her, giving them both what they lusted after, what they desired.
[Rory] He smiles at her, and she blushes – though she forgets the blush almost instantly as his hands find her again, sliding along her back, her hip, her ass, and then… oh then.. he touches her with confident intimacy, fingers slipping through the moist heat of her, pulling a cry from her lips as fingertips brush across her clit…
…and then he’s there, pushing into her, and her lips part into a soft moan, her eyes closing as he slides deep, fingertips curling into the blankets under her hands, grasping tightly as she trembles…
Her whimpering cry is eager – filled with a desire so intense she couldn’t begin to explain it were she able to clearly articulate anything at all… he stretches her, fills her in a way no one other than he ever has, tight – so tight and so very heated – moister grasping at him to pull him deep as her body shifts subtly, under it’s own volition to press back against him… urging him on…
[Ray Ostermann] And he presses deeper, and deeper. Deeper then she had know before, the position allowed for him to press farther then she might have felt possible. For Ray the feeling is intense, the unnaturally high heat of her body mixed with the tightness of her still new experience makes him feel as if he might be melted inside of her.
But as her hips press back against him the only thing he can do is press further, meeting her hips as his thighs slap gently against the back of her ass. His hands slide up along her sides and come to rest firmly on her hips, taking hold of her, but not stopping her from moving.
He groans as he starts to thrust in as deep as he can, before taking a long torturous moment to pull himself almost completely out and then ramming himself deep once more.
[Rory] “…ohgod…”
Every time she is with him, he shows her something new, teaches her more, shows her that the way her body reacts, the way she aches for him is honest, and real, and that she is worthy to feel such things. He is deeper than before, deeper than she’s ever felt, and her body adjusts even as her mind is lost to the savage delight of feeling him within her again. Fingers spread, then grasp the covers again as he moves – tortuously pulling out before slamming deeply again…
His grasp along slender hips is cool, a soothing touch across the fire that boils under her skin, the temperature contrasts between their skin another layer of sensational delight that serves only to build the desire higher, wind her lust tighter, until all she can think of is him, and the way he makes her feel – the way he feels as he thrusts, the caress of his groan across her senses that tells her how very much he enjoys this part of her too…
[Ray Ostermann] It’s hard to concentrate with all this sensation, all of this heat and movement and power flowing around him. Sex had been easy for Ray, easy to maintain, easy to control. But in the depths of Rory as she was, it had once more become a challenge, a feverish attempt to control himself while pleasuring Rory as well.
His thrusts began to pick up in pace, his hips moving faster as he works himself within her, his balls slapping against her thigh as one hand comes free from her hips and slides up and down her back. He arches over her, almost bringing his flat stomach into contact with the gentle curve of her back, allowing him to reach around her, and caress her breasts as they bounce freely beneath her with each thrust of his member.
“Rory..” He says her name, as she is his universe, his entire existence at the moment, he wants to sink into her raging inferno and be consumed by it, and piece by piece, slowly but surely he was.
[Rory] Sex has been easy for Ray, experience breeding confidence, and control. Rory has no such thing – she is lost completely in each sensation, reacting to each with a curious openness and innocent delight as every moment experienced with him brings her something new, something lasting, something good in a life that has seen precious little good in it. He is attentive enough to ensure she is pleasured as well – though there is no doubt that she is, that she feels each and every little delight he brings to her. It’s in every caught breath, every soft crying moan, every gasp as he hits her just right…
Her name, breathed with passion, with want and heated need, sears across her senses, and adds another layer to the sensation wrapped cocoon like about them, one hand lifting from the blankets to slide over his when he finds her breast, her back arching as she takes him deep into the boiling coil of her center, her breath a soft moaning pant as she trembles against him..
She is lost to him, lost for him, and desires nothing more than to show him, to have him feel the way she does, the way he makes her feel… to sink beneathe his skin and breathe as one, each consumed by the other…
[Ray Ostermann] And so they are lost to each other, and as they ride the sensations together it becomes clear that this would not be a long drawn out affair, their lust for one another had brought on intense speed, and so it only made sense that their mingling would be fast, furious, and intense.
Ray’s speed mounts and what was smooth and purposeful thrusts to a chaotic motion, his own brain is shutting off, just like hers, and instead of planned even movements he himself gives into his baser animal. He clambers up onto the bed somewhat, his feet finding purchase as he fucks her, his hands now groping and grasping, no longer caressing as he gives in to sensation and desire and animalistic lust. Meeting her animal with his own.
[Rory] There is nothing here but pure instinct, nothing but animalistic lust and intensity, nothing but him, her, and what they do to each other in the strive to become closer, closer than ever before.
This isn’t making love.
This… this is fucking – and Rory’s very soul trembles with the sensations he pounds into her… fingers grope and grasp, bruise skin that fades to perfection moments later, as she encourages it all the only way she knows how – by crying out, voicing her pleasure with each breath, and encourging him to do anything he pleases with her, to her, in every little muscle twitch and tighten that pulls him deep inside her…
She is impossibly, unnaturally heated, Rage full on screaming through her form – even as it remains under control, despite her total submission to his lust, to his need to conquer her, and her willingness to be enslaved to his every whim…
And when she cums at last, it is with a power that shocks her as it races through her body, synapses firing, misfiring, and firing again as everything tightens unbareably within her very core, only to explode outward in a shower of heat and rage and rapture that causes her to cry out -her fingers tighten in the bedspread, twisting it between them even as she pushes back against Ray, taking him deeper, riding him until he joins her in the sea of utter and total sensation, the fire within burning beyond fever pitch, until it frys away everything but their intense need to be together, melting into one…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray feels it all, and he just keeps ravishing her, his hands grasp, his nails bite, and his member thrusts with almost savage intent. His hand grasps her fiery mane as he fucks her, and pulls her up and back as sweat pours down his back the intensity too much to bare.
Her orgasm rocks him like nothing he has ever felt, he know of women to go completely non sensical from sex, all of their faculties leaving them, and turning them into a twitching throbbing pile of womanhood…but he had never had it happen to him. It was terrifying, and at the same time, all together amazing. Her orgasm tripped something off, all that rage and heat rushing into him and pouring through him causing him to spill himself into her, to cum like he never had before.
He cries out, a loud harsh unintelligable thing as he cums, something he had not done in ages, and he had this slim, nearly virginal woman to thank, or at least he would, once he could think again.
[Rory] He pulls her up and back by those fiery curls, and she moves without thought, though with every intent of getting closer to him, her back arching, her arm sliding up around around the back of his neck, clinging to him as he spills inside her, crying out in a gutteral intensity that matches her own, leaving her a trembling wrecked mass of sensation against him as she quakes in the aftermath of delight….
She can’t breathe, she can’t think, she can’t speak… all she can do is cling to him, to press his hand against her breast, so hard they can both feel the pounding of her heart as it leaps about in her chest… to fight for breath as her body remains in rippling tightness about him, each little muscle twitch sending another shockwave dancing through her… lost in the aftermath of pure sensation, and a lust the likes of which she’s never known…
It takes forever, yet it it is still all too soon as they fight for breath, for them to collapse to the bed in a heap of limbs and sweat… eventually – for it happens- he has to pull from her, only to grab her again and pull her tight against his body, where she lays claim to his lips once more, putting everything she can’t say into the press of her lips, the slide of her tongue, the eager caress of her fingers along sweat-slicked skin…
And once they have recovered the ability to think, to speak… Rory says only one hopeful little word – shyly and breathed hopeful against his neck as she ducks her head to hide there in the comfort of his shoulder… That word is simply…
“….again?”
[Rory] [and fade. :) ]