❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

[ham]

❝ permanently public roleplay post ❞

Need help with a voice test or want to play anything at all with me? Just consult my muselist and put the name of the character you want to play with in the subject line. If there's a particular scenario you want to play out, feel free to stick that in the comment as well and I'll see what I can do. This also works as a way to hit me up OOC-ly for any plotting. If you prefer that I make an individual entry (private or not) for our interaction, please feel free to say so here as well. I'm open to most things so come at me. :)

Comments

STFU his fantasy his negligee B|

[abidan]

[ When he looks back to her there's far more skin on show than he remembers. Her arms, shoulders, chest, right down the the negligee hugging her figure, accentuating her curves just so in the cool wash of moonlight. She's utterly gorgeous to look at, and she's stroking his cheek, easily sucking him in ... ]

But—

[ But then he's kissing her; he doesn't know when or why but he is, and it feels good, so instead of stopping he lifts a hand to slide around the back of her neck. Everything about her is warm and soft enough to tingle down to his toes; ]

You're sure?

[ A breath against her lips, still sweet against his own. ]

... With me?

fine geez em B| not like i uploaded this icon just for you or anything

[usually]

[Her response is a smile as her hands crawls under his tee, exploring the flatness of his stomach and chest as she pulls the shirt over his head, further mussing his hair.]

How could I not want you?

[And again, she's kissing him, slowly pushing him to lie back on the sheets. After all, she's committed a slight against him, and she has to make up for it. Her hands have already travelled down, stroking him through his boxers, helping him regain the momentum he lost when she stepped in unannounced.]

[abidan]

[ This time Emery doesn't bother trying to answer her. Of course, there are a whole host of reasons why she might not want him, the primary one being Robb, but her body is like some kind of sinful heaven all close against his own. He lets her push him until he feels himself sinking back into the pillows; lets his thighs fall open just a little when her hand starts rubbing at him.

His own hands migrate towards the hem of her little slip, pushing it up her thighs towards her hips so that he can stroke over the smooth of her skin. ]

Can I ... ?

[ But he doesn't ask with words. Instead, Emery slips a hand between her legs to rub over the heat of her sex, hot and inviting beneath the thin material of her panties. He wants to touch her there, kiss her there too, but ... ]

[usually]

[The sensation of his fingers moving between her thighs draws small gasps and moans from her, filling his ears and delaying her answer. The hands of an artist. She's watched his hands create such beautiful things, and now, those same hands aimed to tempt and please her with masterful strokes, painting her into a perfect picture of pleasure.]

You can have anything you think I can give you.

[Dipping down, she kisses him again, letting their tongues tangle, reveling in the taste of him. Breaking away, she reiterates her answer in a breathy gasp to stress the point.]

Anything at all.

[abidan]

[ He sighs at her response, both relieved and aroused, before moving his fingers against her center with more sureness in his strokes. Emery doesn't press hard — he wouldn't want to irritate such a sensitive area with the rub of material — but he does thumb over her clit before reaching down to ease her panties out of the way. ]

I want to feel you ...

[ And so he does. The very tips of his fingers sweep up over slippery heat, and it's been so, so long since he last had a woman in his bed. Since he hand anyone in his bed, really: at least a year, give or take a few months, but this is something he reckons he'll never be able to forget.

Emery teases her for a moment before pulling his hand away. He moves, shifting his legs so that she's kneeling between his thighs, and takes one of her hands in his own to tug her down on top of him. His hand slides up over her arse, pushing the negligee as it goes; ]

Take this off? [ Pause as he leans up to taste her lips. ] Please.

[usually]

[When he pulls away, a whimper escapes her lips but she's soon put at ease as he takes her hand and lets their fingers intertwine. Once she's holding herself up over him, she pauses to tuck her hair behind her ear to keep it from falling over his face. His request is heard loud and clear, and she knows just what to say.]

Tear it off.

[Even as she speaks, she's doing her best to maintain her balance, keeping all her weight on the one hand he's holding. The hand she isn't using for support finds its way past the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around the hardness of his cock. It's a warm weight, still slick from his interrupted efforts. His intimate skin is hot to the touch, almost fevered. The extent of his desire is practically emanating off him.]

[abidan]

[ Emery doesn't need to be told twice. He manoeuvres Elle just a little so that she can take her weight by herself, before burying his fingers in the thin silk and parting it easily from itself. The spaghetti straps are thin and flimsy, they pop away with barely a thought, then the negligee splits itself down the middle as he pulls it separate ways. Her body is gorgeous: petite and neat with perfect breasts that he just wants to touch ...

And she said he could have anything, didn't she? Do anything. Be his for the night. ]

Oh ...

[ Her panties are gone in a second, torn away and tossed to the floor, and Emery lets a breathy chuckle leave his lips before pushing his own pants down and off. He's never done that before - never actually torn someone's clothes off. He hopes Elle won't miss the little slip too much.

Now that they're both bare he guides her down and flips them so he's on top; Emery's lips touch her throat, then her clavicle, before progressing down the dip of her torso, until he's settled comfortably with his face between her thighs. His breath is hot against her, thick and damp against her sex, and then he's licking her soft and slow before closing his lips around her clit. ]

[usually]

[It all happens so fast. His eagerness strips her bare and tips the scales in his favor as he lays her on her back. He moves with a certain unexpected agility, releasing pent-up tension and letting her feel the full weight of his hidden strength in a rush of speed that makes her gasp. His mouth offers a wet and welcome warmth, tracing a trail down her body until he finds himself at her slit.

Opening her legs a bit further, she revels in the sensations brought on by his tongue. Her knees knock, and she trembles when he finds her clit, unable to keep from moaning. The way he laps at her is enough to make her toes curl and her back arch. Her fingers curl in the sheets, fingernails digging into her palms. She's painting the perfect picture of desire for him, tossing her head on the pillows as her long brown hair fans out and spills onto the sheets, framing the lust on her face.]