driftfleet_ooc | Happy holidays to your lips~

[She doesn't mind the pressure. She'd be more surprised and a little disappointed if that wasn't happening.

She kisses back with equal zeal if only to stop him from finishing that sentence. She doesn't pull back until she's fully breathless and even then her teeth catch onto his bottom lip, softly dragging it along with her for a moment.]

Kitty got your tongue?

[A wolfish grin blooms on his face at the suggestion. Perhaps it was because he was breathing so heavily that he doesn't give a response. Instead he tilts his head down to kiss at the nap of her neck along her collar bone. Running his tongue along the bone as if to show that she doesn't completely have his tongue.]

[It kind of feels like hers with him doing that, but as long as he keeps it up she's happy not to tell him so. Besides, she's busy making more pleased sounds even if he is going to be too proud of himself over it.]

You're wearing too much. [And with those words his coat falls right through them. Yes, through. Landing safely on the floor. He's still wearing too much, but there is some measure of control left.]

[The armour he always wears under his coat hides some of his worst scars, but most will be on display for her to see.

Large gashes where there should be skin and muscle, but instead is either left open or at best covered by mismatched metal plates. Rough, raised skin of newer scars over top of much older scaring. There are even the tops of some screws sticking out that is hopefully holding some body part together. The occasional burn scar tissue mixed in between what flesh is left for good measure. No matter where one tries to look there is a scar somewhere on his body. Even his left arm, the shoulder is littered with scars before the shiny metal of his prosthetic arm that's been attached takes over. Clear dents and marks have even been left behind in the metal.

The weight of his jacket being suddenly on the ground at his feet registers somewhere in the back of his mind. It's not enough to break his focus from the gentle nibbling he's in the middle of trailing back up Kitty's neck towards her ear.]

[With the jacket freed she sees him first with her hands as they move over his shoulders and back to explore and not with her eyes since those are closed as she moans out at his touches. It's been over a century for him and only seven months for her, but she's lived a lot of life in the couple of decades she's been around. Seven months feels like a very long time to her. She's missed being touched and kissed and held. As much as she's just losing herself to this she is aware somewhere in her mind that their obligation must be long past fulfilled and that they shouldn't be doing this here where someone could come in or anywhere at all. And yet she is and they are and she doesn't want anything to derail it. She wants just a little more and a little more after that and a little more after that. The big picture might be wrong, but it feels so right in the small moments.

And maybe that's why the scars don't jar her so much. Because she doesn't want them to. She doesn't want to slow it down and ask questions. But it isn't just that. Scars are familiar territory. Tyki's body had been racked with them and you weren't really and X-Men until you had a few. If his hands wander far enough they'll find some of hers. She's been luckier than most from her world if you don't count the early death thing. Her power makes it harder to leave scars. At least the physical kind. But there are still a few, usually well treated and smooth, but still there as a reminder.]

[A shiver runs down his spine as Kitty touches skin that only one other person has touched without flinching away. Feeling such gentle and soft fingertips across his scars brings the situation back to him. They really had gone farther than they needed to.

Yet he didn't want to stop. Every fiber of his body was screaming for him to keep going.] Kitty... [His hands on her hips he whispers her name. He wanted to say so much more. He needed to make sure this wasn't the mistletoe. That he wasn't taking advantage of her. He had to know that he hadn't gone too far already, but all that comes out is a longing groan as he gasps for air when he tries to put his concerns into words. Fingertips starting to dig into her skin, not hard enough to break skin or hurt, but just enough force to keep them from roaming too far.]

[She wants to think the whispered name is encouragement, but the way he stills his hands just barely and leaves his mouth there, not kissing her, confirms otherwise. "Your room?" is on the tip of her tongue. She wants to say it, but it would make it all too real. It would bring that big picture crashing down like a stark, unavoidable reality she couldn't ignore instead of just a series of small choices and actions she could brush away for the moment.]

Hi. [Softly, still so close to him. Eyes looking into his.]

[Feeling her breath on his skin when she says 'hi' it almost drives him crazy enough to start kissing again. He keeps his eyes away from her for a couple moments. Afraid he'll lose what little control he currently has if he looks.

Instead he gives a shaking, breathless laugh.] I, ah-- [Finally he raises his head with a sly smile to look her in the eye. He can hear his heart pounding away in his ears.] -think that might have been five minutes.

[His fingers curl against her skin and he has to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from groaning as it feels like his body is throbbing in protest of his words. KEEP GOING. KEEP GOING. Pounds though his blood.]

Or ten. Who's counting? [Every part of her body wants to keep going. She even feels herself unconsciously dip in toward him as if to resume kissing. She doesn't, but it's a near thing. She should stay more. Or just kiss him. Instead, it's just this for now.]

[As her body dips in closer his own reacts in return. His hips nearly involuntary thrusts against her as the tip of his ears and cheeks turn red in response.

He gives another airy laugh to try to cover the action up.] M-maybe I should lose my harmonica more often. [He swallows deeply and that's a mistake. He can still taste her in his mouth and it was so sweet.

He should let her go, but his hands don't want to respond.]

I think I saw it in the lounge. [She should pull back. They should talk or separate for awhile and then talk. Or... Or she can just lean in and kiss him again which is what she actually does. If asked she'd say it's because she wanted him to have a kiss that he knew wasn't because of the mistletoe because that's such an unfair way to get a kiss. Of course, that's only part of it. The rest is just that she wanted to kiss him.]

Yeah. I should stop leaving it there. [Alright, Vash. You can do this. You've kept your will power all this time. So let her go-

I never realised how nice her skin feels before.

-pick your jacket off the floor-

I think I found a taste sweeter than donuts.

-maybe hold it in front of you until you can get out of here-

How have I never noticed how good she smells before?

-and calm down a little bit.]

[And then she's kissing him again and all thoughts of leaving go flying out the window. He hungrily kisses her back as his heart speeds up again.

This couldn't be the mistletoe. They were clear of that now. His mind can't keep up with the idea of someone who would want to kiss him so passionately and willingly so it gives up trying. Who needs thinking anyway when this all feels so good?]

[Good. It definitely feels good. And while there had been some thought along the lines of just one more kiss, that quickly falls to the wayside when he kisses her back like that. She doesn't want to stop and can't quite commit to really starting. To taking it somewhere else or crossing new boundaries, but she kisses him with all the wanting and need. Maybe the ship will catch on fire to make all of this easier to manage.]

[The passion behind her kisses gives strength to Vash's nerves and squashes some of his concerns.

This time when his hands slip under her shirt they take the slow trail up her back, but then deviate. One well calloused and scared hand on her left side and one smooth hand on her right trace their way around the bottom edge of her bra. Thumbs working in a circular motion as he goes.

He moves slow and careful. Giving her the choice to stop him at any moment. Hoping that she won't as he continues to kiss.]

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[Silly squished concerns! Those were so valid. Come back here! Inflate! Kitty's doubts seem to be taking a nap since neither their exposed location or the fact she's going this far with a man she co-captains and lives with whose first time it is while she's still very deeply in love with Winn doesn't seem to register a problem at the moment. Did that make sense? Does any of this make sense? No, probably not because if anything is bothering her right now it's that he's taking too much time when she just wants more of his touch!

She places one of her hands over his organic one, not to stop him, but to guide him into more direct contact over the bra for the moment though it may hit the floor soon.]

[He's still learning and he can guess he has a lot to learn. There is no protest whatsoever when she guides his hand. He's not ashamed to take direction and hints to what she wants and likes.

Once in position he experiments a bit. Different amount of pressure, different motions with his fingers, and even his speed. Seeing if he could get the same type of sound he got when he first kissed that spot on her neck. He would know he was on the right track then.]

[She's just being impatient because time to stop and think is only dangerous here! She might do something like talk herself out of feeling this good! There's nothing wrong with what he's doing and considering it's his first time of course he'd want to take his time and figure things out and enjoy himself. He'll find she's not as sensitive there as she is on her neck which might surprise him, but it doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy having it in the mix. He'll get some positive feedback though in the way her hands move down to give his ass a squeeze.]

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[She'll probably get at least a little bit of metal no matter where she squeezes there. Although it's clear there's still enough skin with feeling for him to notice. If the way he chuckles with pleasure between his kisses when she squeezes is any indication.

While he is by no means displeased with the reaction his hands are getting he still feels he can do better. His fingers dance their way up the straps. His thumb making soft, circular motions around her neck and collar bone as he gets to the top before he starts to slide the strap down her shoulder.

It is a little awkward what he tries to do. He's never taken a bra off before. Let alone in a 'sexy' way under a shirt. The romance novels all make it sound so easy!]

Edited (This is me laying in bed at night going: I could have done that tag so much better and not intended to poke at you) 2017-12-14 21:38 (UTC)

[She likes it. The kissing, the touches, the feel of his body warm and real and pressed against her. It's good, but they both have struggles in this world. Him with the bra under the shirt. Her with the body armor. There's one thing that would make it all a lot easier if she has the courage—or is it foolishness—to say...]

Take me to your room? [It's whispered, but it sounds so loud. It makes it all real in a way that somehow grinding against him in the kitchen wasn't. It opens up the possibility that the whole thing will come collapsing down as they reach their senses and the possibility that there will be nothing left to stop them. It's exciting and it makes her nervous.]

[YES!! Is want he wants to shout. Wanting that more than he ever thought was possible before now. Having just enough wits left to not bring more attention to what they were up to in this place he was suddenly acutely aware of how public it really was.]

Alright. [He whispers back right before he moves his hands down to scoop her effortless up into his arms. His movements are swift and he doesn't struggle in the slightest to lift her. Yet he trembles. Not from her weight as he easily starts to stride down the hall, but from long pent up excitement and nervousness. Part of him can't believe what he was doing and if he was back home he would have likely shot down these feelings long before.

Good thing he wasn't home. He kisses her closest bit of exposed skin as he carries her. That helps to banish any pesky thoughts trying to wiggle their way back into his head about how crazy this is and what would be forever changed if he didn't stop now.

He didn't want to stop.]

[She was not expecting a ride. Possibly because her last two lovers would have struggled with doing something like this. In another frame of mind she would have wanted to re-exert control and to phase out of his grip. As it is, this is somehow perfect. It prevents it from being some awkward walk of shame and turns it into something sexy and kind of adorable at the same time. Vash is a good man. The kind of good man who she'd never want to take advantage of or hurt and thank god he's kissing her neck again because this is too much thinking.]

Can't believe you chose me over your jacket. [ABANDONED! As abandoned as the harmonica. Maybe the jacket and harmonica will find each other and form a bond over their mutual loss.]

[He laughs into her skin at the thought. His nose rubbing up against her as he tries to not be too loud until they get to his room.] I can get it later. Let the crew think I've gone mad and running around the ship naked.

[Had he gone mad? He didn't care as he shifts Kitty's weight into his left arm as he opens his bedroom door. Possibly unintentionally showing off how strong he actually is.]

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Do you think they think you're naked under there? I never thought you were naked under there. [Madness isn't a zero sum game. Just a little mad.

Okay, it has been awhile since she was so easily held by someone. It was definitely a big thing with her and Piotr. It always made her feel safe with him. I mean, he also killed her, but details... She isn't thinking about that now. Or really about Piotr at all or Winn or anyone in between. At least she's trying not to think about Winn. She kisses his neck as he works on the practicality of getting them inside.]

No. Not re-Ah!![That kiss felt SO good!]-really! I just thought it would be funny! [He might just have naked thoughts on his mind if he was being honest.

He couldn't keep holding her in one arm for too long. Long enough to get them into his room before setting her down on his bed.

Should have gone to your room. Briefly dances across his mind as she has the bigger bed, but then he remembers why that probably wouldn't be a good idea.

He gives her a gentle kiss before pulling himself back. He finds he can't bring himself to speak louder that a whisper suddenly.] Are you sure?

[Now that they were here what he really wanted was to shove her down and kiss her in all the places he's never seen on Kitty before, but he resists. It was manifesting in a physical hurt to pause like this. Even if it was a first time for him he had the feeling this was moving really fast. Vash needed to know he at least gave one last chance for her to say no. No to the fact he wasn't Winn. No to his hideous scars. No to the baggage that being with Vash the Stampede could bring.]

haha!

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See, now I am tempted to end this in an explosion because that's Vash's typical luck

We probably need to put up a content warning or an explosion soon! (Thread is getting PG-13 or R?)

Content Warning is a go: Mostly PG-13 with possibility of R depending on what country you're in XD

lol, wrong icon!

Pretty sure you mean perfect icon

Such relentless poking~!

I'm a serial poker. Phear me

<3 I TRIMBLE!

Gosh, look a tad more excited Vash!!

hehe!

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