vanillajello | Room 324, Sunday Morning

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Room 324, Sunday Morning

Uncharacteristically, Kate was awake first. Not that that meant much: it wasn't like she'd moved yet or anything. Why would she have, when she was all wrapped up in blankets with Bod and could just enjoy his body heat and his familiar smell and feel all right there, close to her?

... Well, actually, she could think of a reason. It just came to her, suddenly, something they'd talked about, something she'd put some thought into later. She was warm and happy and it seemed like as good a time as any, probably for those very reasons.

Trying to move as slowly and smoothly as she could, so as not to wake Bod up yet if she didn't have to, she reached to fumble the drawer of her bedside table open for a notebook she knew she had there.

[ooc: Just for that pale English dude that's not the one I'm playing!]

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Bod squeezed her ass again, this time a little harder and a little longer. The breath that escaped him was quiet and quick and he smiled up at her because her words tended to just knock the wind out of him.

"I like it," he mumbled and let his mind wander with what he could do to her while she was talking to him like this. There were several things, some new and some old and he sighed.

"You like it," Kate agreed, just a touch distractedly, though she sounded focused once she spoke again. "You like it when I hum, too. It's vibration thing, I know, because you do it to me too. Just a little humming and it feels amazing, right? Combine that with actually sucking and it's just... fantastic."

"Yes, I like it," he breathed, still squeezing and releasing her ass every so often in reaction to her words. When he stopped that, it was only to let his fingers dance across her ass some, moving a little more center though they were slow like he was sizing up this particular move.

"I love it," he mumbled, nodding. "You don't expect to feel that and when you do, it's intense."

"It is," she whispered, reacting to his slower touches with a shiver, acutely aware of everything he was doing. "And I think you like to watch, too. Though mostly it seems you can't 'cause it'll get too hard to hold on, but I know you like seeing yourself disappearing into me. I've seen how you sometimes react when it's your dick driving into me and you happen to look down."

She was the best observant girfriend ever.

She was the best girlfriend period. Sure, those words made him squeak embarrassingly and he could feel himself getting hard but all of those were reactions born right from her words.

"Yes," was the only thing he could say, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers stilled for a second while he let that wave of pleasure pass over him before they resumed their trek. It wasn't a long journey at all before he was experimentally pressing his fingers against her there carefully. "God. Yes."

Well, that was new. From him, anyway. She squirmed a bit on top of him, but it wasn't unpleasant at all and she made a little sound of appreciation just to tell him that was the case.

Now what had she been doing? Oh, right. Talking. "Yes," she repeated back at him. "It's pretty impressive to me too. But it's not all you like to watch. Watching me strip and play with myself's gotten pretty impressive results too."

It was new and Bod had no idea what he was really doing other than touching her and going by her reaction to see if what he did was good or bad. He didn't want to outright ask but it may be coming to that soon enough. For now, he pushed a finger a little harder against her, feeling it slip inside and watching her face even while he squirmed against her due to her words.

"I do like to watch," he mumbled, remembering he had to talk too. "It's -- amazing. It's incredibly intense for me to watch you do that in front of me. I can't really put it into words."

"Oh," Kate half said, half gasped, eyes going a little wider but not in a bad way. The corners of her mouth curved upward as she tried to find her thread of thought over the familiar but unfamiliar pressure of his finger. "And-- and you resort to begging pretty fast, because ultimately, you want to touch me. It's not enough to know I'm wet and hot, you need to feel it."

This was quickly turning into a game of who was going to stop talking first.

"Is this all right?" Bod asked, keeping his finger where it was and just sort of...moving it around. He wasn't sure quite what to do and while she seemed to like it (and he would never not like her words), he wanted to be sure he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Should I do it differently?" he asked quietly, still watching her face.

Kate... snickered. A bit. Which was probably not good as replies went but it was only because she just loved him for his questions and his concern and his caring. It was better to talk than not.

"You're doing fine," she murmured, ducking down for a featherlight kiss. "Slow in-and-out with a little bit of occasional wiggling is good."

"I can stop if you'd rather me do something else," Bod said but did as requested, moving that finger slowly in and out. This wasn't an area he knew a lot about (shush) so he was relying on her words and her reactions to sort of guide him because he didn't want to hurt her.

Kate was confident he wouldn't. He was the careful sort, and she was the type to be vocal if it felt like he was about to. They complimented each other in that regard. "No, this is good," she sighed. "This is good for now. Did you wanna hear me talk some more? You're getting hard."

"Please do," Bod said, pushing his finger slowly back inside her and keeping it there so he could wiggle it around carefully. "Yes, please keep talking. I'd -- "

He sighed and swallowed himself. " -- like that."

"Well, where was I?" Kate wondered, having taken a moment to just... breathe and stay relaxed and enjoy. "Oh, did I talk about you coming on me yet?"

She knew she hadn't.

"No," he said and shook his head, sighing and arching up against her because he could remember those encounters and they still caused a reaction. "No, you haven't."

"Well... You like doing that, for sure." She gave him a faint smirk. "'Cause I remember last time, in the shower? I remember you staring down at me with your come all over my rack and you just looked like you were going to shoot another load, or maybe faint."

"Probably faint," be mumbled, finger stilling inside her because his thoughts got a little out of control and he couldn't concentrate.

Getting hard wasn't happening anymore because he was hard and pushing up against her to feel some friction against his cock. "Definitely faint."

"Is it really that amazing?" she wondered, honestly not really expecting an answer. Not with how she carefully pushed down against him, and ducked down for a quick kiss too. "Seeing your spunk on my skin? Seeing me marked like that?" She nipped at his lip again, lowering her voice. "Seeing me enjoy it?"

"Oh god, Kate, oh god," he mumbled, finger sliding out of her so he could push down harder on her back to get more of her weight pressing down on his cock. It was amazing to him that words, just words, could really do this to him.

So, she really didn't get an answer but she got words. They were just slightly incoherent and more on the side of babbling.

Babbling was good too, in fact she loved it. She loved that she could do that to him mostly just by talking. And she was intending to keep pushing him juuust a little bit more, just to see if she could make him crack, and what would happen if he did.

"It's kind of primal, right?" she breathed, half against his lips, shifting a bit as he pressed her down because that caused friction too. "Kinda like doing it from behind is. That whole animalistic, primal thing. Except mirrors are pretty modern and sophisticated, and still add a lot to it. Getting to watch you fucking me."

Okay so she was babbling a bit, too, but it was still more coherent than his.

Bod's fingers dug into her back and his head pressed hard into the pillow. They were only words but they were winding him up incredibly quickly and incredibly tightly. His skin tingled and warmed and his breathing quickened.

"K-Kate," he moaned, unsure of what he wanted to say right there. The only thing in his mind was her name and all those vivid mental images of times before, times he treasured. "God."

"Goddess," Kate teased him quietly, like she had before. Her own breathing had gotten uneven without her even noticing, so wrapped up in driving him crazy. "Yes? What?"

Oh like she really expected him to answer with any sensible words.

Bod was wondering if she really expected him to vocalize all the thoughts in his head. He could barely get coherent words out and was resorting to babbling more often than that.

"I want -- I want -- " His words kept breaking up and failing but his hands were sure and smooth on her back and he was still hard so maybe that would tell her what he wanted.

She was pretty sure she knew, actually. But what if she wanted words, hmm? "Yes? What do you want?"

She wasn't intending to torture him much more, honest.

"I want to have sex with you," Bod said, being more bold about it than usual but still not one to use the words she did. It was true though, he wanted that and he wanted it with her and if she kept torturing him, he'd end up making a mess against her stomach and his hips.

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