I don't think my endurance is even fully up to E rank since I don't have my powers bought back yet, but you might still have a bit of a tough time of it.
there is a brief hesitation on her part in moving, after that - there is, in light of that response and considering the missions, the matter of how to approach things. does she get the harness and dildo set out now? should she float the spreader bar sooner or later? do they just embrace each other plainly, first and foremost?
but she's already been waiting for this for such a long time, the time after they were separated and the time before she saw him again and the time between meeting him and going to his room and the time between then and the booth and the booth and now have all felt too long and her body throbs so hotly that she swears there are moments where it is actually painful, but his hands against her skin are so warm and his scent and the pressure of his body are all unchanged so instead she just
lets herself fall onto the bed flush against him, nuzzling at his shoulder - before shifting to kiss him. on the lips this time, mouth open. they'll cross those other 30 bridges when they get to them. ]
[ there's a little surprised cry made into his mouth but it's far from sounding pained, much closer to the opposite. she doesn't seem to mind.
briefly her tongue stills in his mouth as a thought crosses her mind - couldn't she bite him, too? they're only dreaming and she is already this close to him as things are, it would bring them that much closer still, and he can feel the pressure of her teeth against his lip, but -
but she doesn't know what to do about that. the idea of going further fills her head with fog. she doesn't know what to do about that so there's just the small nip before she takes her knee to shift it between his legs, rocking it against his groin. she can't be the only one getting to feel good here; she can set the other thought aside for now. ]
[ hearing him say it so bluntly is - not a surprise by any measure, it isn't the first time and it won't be the last, all good things willing, but she does still against him anyway.
she'd thought that she had missed him, but the frequency it strikes her with is what always catches her off-guard. however much she doesn't regret the choice she made, however much she regrets not making other choices - just as much, there was something like this she'd been wanting? huge if true ]
Ah - mmhm - . . .
[ is all she can manage for a moment or so. she wants to feel him too, just the vague shape of his cock against her has her somehow more excited than she's been all day, and he can hear the hitching in her breath once she begins to move again, but - ]
If - you want your turn first, then just once - ... okay? If it's done too much, then it could end up difficult for you to be penetrated on my turn, couldn't it...?
[ she'd be totally fine with more than once, she wouldn't be terribly upset if they saved everything else for another time and just did this until they fell asleep - there are so many things that she would like to do to him, like to do with him, that it just wouldn't be mathematically possible to fit them into one night, anyway - but both is also good. ]
... You can do that whenever you'd like to, you know...?
[ but she does return the kiss, and press another along his jaw as she shifts her weight against him, a hand groping to feel out the shape of his cock before dipping in beneath his waistband ]
[ if he listens as she pushes to free his cock and stroke at it - the way she touches it is, as she tends towards, slow and exploratory, letting her fingers feel out the shape and length and the warmth underneath, rubbing gentle circles over the head with the pad of her thumb - he can hear her breathing pick up. there's a moment or so that she seems almost focused on it and there's a lull in how she returns the kisses, doubtless comparing the feeling to what she remembers and luxuriating in the fact that it's the same, but every time he nips at her there's a pause in her breathing in favor of a whine, or more like a moan, from deep in her throat ]
Ah, you - there isn't any reason for you to hold yourself back, is there...? I -
[ and then there's a pause. it's nothing she can put her finger on but it feels easier in this moment, somehow, to admit to it - because they're only dreaming? because of a type interaction? she doesn't know, but what she says is, ]
It's - ... the same for me, too - ... even though the scar that I was given is still there, you ... with that body, didn't you end up healing very quickly...? Even if it needs to be done daily, I - ...
Just a little bit, marking you - would be fine, wouldn't it...?
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You're welcome to try, though.
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. . . Is that an order?
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[and he's going to grab her and flop onto the bed together with her]
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there is a brief hesitation on her part in moving, after that - there is, in light of that response and considering the missions, the matter of how to approach things. does she get the harness and dildo set out now? should she float the spreader bar sooner or later? do they just embrace each other plainly, first and foremost?
but she's already been waiting for this for such a long time, the time after they were separated and the time before she saw him again and the time between meeting him and going to his room and the time between then and the booth and the booth and now have all felt too long and her body throbs so hotly that she swears there are moments where it is actually painful, but his hands against her skin are so warm and his scent and the pressure of his body are all unchanged so instead she just
lets herself fall onto the bed flush against him, nuzzling at his shoulder - before shifting to kiss him. on the lips this time, mouth open. they'll cross those other 30 bridges when they get to them. ]
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briefly her tongue stills in his mouth as a thought crosses her mind - couldn't she bite him, too? they're only dreaming and she is already this close to him as things are, it would bring them that much closer still, and he can feel the pressure of her teeth against his lip, but -
but she doesn't know what to do about that. the idea of going further fills her head with fog. she doesn't know what to do about that so there's just the small nip before she takes her knee to shift it between his legs, rocking it against his groin. she can't be the only one getting to feel good here; she can set the other thought aside for now. ]
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then, breaking away from the kiss just a little:]
Dia. I really wanna fuck you.
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she'd thought that she had missed him, but the frequency it strikes her with is what always catches her off-guard. however much she doesn't regret the choice she made, however much she regrets not making other choices - just as much, there was something like this she'd been wanting? huge if true ]
Ah - mmhm - . . .
[ is all she can manage for a moment or so. she wants to feel him too, just the vague shape of his cock against her has her somehow more excited than she's been all day, and he can hear the hitching in her breath once she begins to move again, but - ]
If - you want your turn first, then just once - ... okay? If it's done too much, then it could end up difficult for you to be penetrated on my turn, couldn't it...?
[ she'd be totally fine with more than once, she wouldn't be terribly upset if they saved everything else for another time and just did this until they fell asleep - there are so many things that she would like to do to him, like to do with him, that it just wouldn't be mathematically possible to fit them into one night, anyway - but both is also good. ]
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[he nuzzles her face before giving another quick kiss, continuing to grind against her knee the whole time]
That's fine. But at least once, I wanna be inside you.
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[ but she does return the kiss, and press another along his jaw as she shifts her weight against him, a hand groping to feel out the shape of his cock before dipping in beneath his waistband ]
It's you, so isn't it fine?
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[just going to keep kissing her! and doing his best to be good and not bite too much!]
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Ah, you - there isn't any reason for you to hold yourself back, is there...? I -
[ and then there's a pause. it's nothing she can put her finger on but it feels easier in this moment, somehow, to admit to it - because they're only dreaming? because of a type interaction? she doesn't know, but what she says is, ]
It's - ... the same for me, too - ... even though the scar that I was given is still there, you ... with that body, didn't you end up healing very quickly...? Even if it needs to be done daily, I - ...
Just a little bit, marking you - would be fine, wouldn't it...?