[ the (purposeful) ticklish kisses cause a little more squirming and a huff of (faux) annoyance, though the squirming soon stills as his lips trail along her thigh. there's a curl of anticipation forming in her stomach, though inej thinks it's different, than her normal anxiety around things like this. she doesn't feel panicked, or nauseous -- a normal kind of nervous.
she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
[ There's a bit more squirming as he teases her and he smiles when she huffs at him, amused by her faux irritation. Soon enough though, she stills, as if waiting or on the edge, anticipating. The gasp that comes out when he brushes his mouth between her legs is incredibly gratifying; he feels a similar jolt of warmth. ]
Okay. [ Good, that's good. She relaxes again, letting out a slow breath and he takes that as a signal to keep going. He brushes his mouth against her again, just another little touch. But he follows up with more contact, drawing his tongue over her folds. It's a bit light, experimental almost, wanting to make sure she can get used to it. Or so he isn't surprising her so much.
But he has to admit, it keeps up the warmth under his skin, even with so little. ]
[ it's bizarre, really, as inej relaxes into the mattress. every memory she has of intimacy is an awful one. certain clients stand out more than others. the ones that specifically requested her were usually the most repulsive. none of them cared about how she felt, and inej remembers how disgusted with herself she felt, if her body reacted outside of her control. it was always something she loathed.
it was always violating. it usually hurt. most of them wanted her to be submissive and obey their every wish, and buy into the fantasy of the obedient suli girl that would do whatever was asked of her.
it isn't that way with kaz, though. she can't remember a single time that kaz had ordered her to do something. even if he asks her to do something, it's rarely, and with great thought. even now, when he's in control, inej knows that the control really lies with her. if she asked him to stop, he would stop, without hesitation. he would take care of her if she needed him to.
so when he presses forward, and explores her further with his tongue, she expects to feel anxiety, or panic. but instead, all she feels is warmth, and an involuntary groan escapes her as she presses her head back into the mattress, letting the feeling wash over her.
maybe relaxing and letting it happen isn't so bad after all. ]
[ She doesn't flinch at the different touch, though he waits out her reaction just to be sure she's doing alright. Because sometimes she just went silent and slowly locked up, almost paralyzed by bad memories–he knows exactly how it feels. And how it can creep up, that slow sinking dread. Like ink dropped into water, spreading and muddying.
Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
[ the hand on her thigh is reassuring, and warm. her muscles twitch underneath the touch, and her breath catches as his tongue moves against her. but it's not the touch, necessarily, that causes a jolt of electricity to run down her spine, but his groan.
he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
[ His heartbeat feels wild, a fast thrum in his ears. It's the only thing taking up his hearing aside from the sounds she's making—those soft moans and hitched breaths. And while he's certainly focused in the moment, there's a hazy sort of film over his concentration. Like looking through a window with frosted glass. Everything else has fallen away and this moment draws in sharp, especially when she pushes her fingers through his hair and holds.
He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]
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she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
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Okay. [ Good, that's good. She relaxes again, letting out a slow breath and he takes that as a signal to keep going. He brushes his mouth against her again, just another little touch. But he follows up with more contact, drawing his tongue over her folds. It's a bit light, experimental almost, wanting to make sure she can get used to it. Or so he isn't surprising her so much.
But he has to admit, it keeps up the warmth under his skin, even with so little. ]
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it was always violating. it usually hurt. most of them wanted her to be submissive and obey their every wish, and buy into the fantasy of the obedient suli girl that would do whatever was asked of her.
it isn't that way with kaz, though. she can't remember a single time that kaz had ordered her to do something. even if he asks her to do something, it's rarely, and with great thought. even now, when he's in control, inej knows that the control really lies with her. if she asked him to stop, he would stop, without hesitation. he would take care of her if she needed him to.
so when he presses forward, and explores her further with his tongue, she expects to feel anxiety, or panic. but instead, all she feels is warmth, and an involuntary groan escapes her as she presses her head back into the mattress, letting the feeling wash over her.
maybe relaxing and letting it happen isn't so bad after all. ]
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Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
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he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
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He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]