We were the victims of ourselves

[quintessent]

Who: Allura (quintessent) & Various | Closed
What: Catch-all for some closed starters
When: July/August
Where: Nadril
Warning(s): Body Heat Trope is apparently going to it's obvious conclusion (NSFW)

[Starters below!]

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[They certainly did take 600 steps backwards. It stung a little, to go from such a passionate high back to the awkward and stilted silences that was so common between them, especially because it definitely felt like it was her fault. But it is what it is, and Allura can't deny that all of the romance got sucked right out of the room in the last minute, (even if her body is still ready-to-go and wondering what the heck just happened).

She lets out a slow sigh and relents, tentatively scooting back into his arms, into his warmth. It's almost back where they started, but with less clothes so it's hard to know what to consider this now. Should she snuggle up as close as before? Or did he need his space now? How complicated did she just make things?]

I'm sorry.

[Do you see what the other thread was talking about!!]

[emblazes]

[As soon as she rejoins him he's settling forward, semi-pinning her beneath himself. Dregs of intimacy combined with retaining warmth...]

Don't be sorry. It's -- [YES. It's not a sorry situation, hm.] it's not like that.

[Should he even attempt to resuscitate their tryst? How does one even? Depending on how she's arranged herself, his semi's either pressing into her abdomen again or resting against a slit of some sort. Apples and oranges, choose your own adventure.]

[quintessent]

[Let's go with the latter, variety is the spice of life. Keith settles his weight on her again, and she has no complains about it, but he's not the only one in limbo about how to regain footing, and so for a minute she's just kind of laying still, unsure. The pressure of his body on top of hers, and especially where his dick is resting, is enough to get her body warm again, the vague ache that came from wanting to couple, even if her mind is still debating.

Experimentally, she shifts her hips, and maybe she shouldn't have freaked out so much about his fluids, because if he's pressing against her slit at all, it should be pretty obvious how wet she'd gotten from their earlier fooling around.]

Do you want to stop?

[A good question when their parts are already pretty close to party town.]

[emblazes]

[The fact that she even has to ask should be indicative to only the ominous.

But it's cool man, because Keith doesn't know wrong from right, aside from the very heavy feeling that he may have effed this up. May. He's not sure whether she's just adjusting herself or what, but the motions enough to make him squirm, move enough to bump himself impolitely against her thigh.

They've come this far...]

..N.....no?

[To the tune of Vol Tron?]

Should we?

[quintessent]

[It's hard when your halfway ready to go and all of the steam got sucked out of the room and now both of them are blaming themselves for it. She cups his face in her hands, frowning as she runs a thumb over his cheek,]

Maybe we should just-

[And she pulls him down to kiss her again, slowly, closing her eyes and easing back into it. It still feels like she did something wrong, but surely this tryst is salvageable. At least she's stubborn. Stubbornly shoving their faces together and rubbing her thigh against him in turn, with purpose. Trying to reignite some of that passion.]

[emblazes]

[He's lured in without protest, purses his lips and reciprocates that affection without any qualms about it in contrast to his stammering a moment ago. One kiss eases into another and another. Not talking seems to be the best route here, not talking works for him...

A classic case of actions > words. She may feel his dick pulsing back to life just the same, slowly but surely, not that it'd ever gone entirely flaccid -- the whole thing was salvageable enough to reignite his shit in under five minutes.

Even if, in the moment, it was a lifetime scarring event.

So his hips are drawn close, a leg nudges at one of hers. It's all chased with some subtle... subtleish grinding. It's a come up.]

we've been writing this thread for four months

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[Stubbornness wins out and they don't seem to be doing a too bad job of picking things back up. There is probably a warning to be had, when not talking is the key to making sure they don't bicker all of the passion out of the room, but she's too busy not-talking to think too hard about that.

Her hands are still caging his face, urging him to tilt his head into hers as their kisses deepen, feeling the temperature tick back up by degrees, and by the time she feels his not-so-subtle grinding, she feels a familiar coil of desire low in her stomach, making her breath catch.

Instinctively, she gives way to his nudging, easing her legs further to either side of him, (feeling the ridiculous way his jumpsuit is still hanging half off of one leg, but that's unimportant.) As the weight of his hips settles more firmly she opened her eyes to meet his, a quiet sort of affirmation of what they're physically gearing up to do,]

it is my fault,

[emblazes]

[It isn't exactly how it's done in the movies...probably, or even in books, but their persistence is key here. Mutual grinding and the warmth between them, there's an indication to proceed and...

After all this build up, he ain't tryina fumble here. Not again. He'll draw in a breath, hold it, grip himself by the base and...very casually rub himself against her slit; it's similar to those earlier shenanigans but this time with more purpose; searching...

Because fuck if he's ever put his wiener in a chick before, wtf. This is gonna end up being a perchance happenstance unless he gets a birds eye view of her hooha...and if that happens this whole rendezvous is dead.

So yeah, organically, with purpose, he's tryin'a slip n' slide his way in.]