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[meteorstorm]

[ from here

it's also a hand sliding under the blanket ]

Comments

[meteorstorm]

[ letting out a sound that is suspiciously purr-like and leaning into her hands, his own nails scraping over her belly ]

There isn't much that's better.

[switchcraft]

[trying it out again then, pressing herself into his hand]

What is?

[meteorstorm]

[ you have a boy that is all but melting against you, girly ]

Not being here would be a good start. Then we could do whatever we wanted.

[switchcraft]

You'll have to wait for that...

[and you have a girl who cannot hold you tight enough, so]

[meteorstorm]

It's still worth the wait.

[ working his way lower and tugging at the blanket, dropping his head to press his mouth to her stomach ]

[switchcraft]

I hope it will be.

[tries not to move, save for a slight tremor, breathing unevenly]

[meteorstorm]

[ smiling a little against her skin and making a small noise of agreement, then returning to his task, kissing across her ribs ]

[switchcraft]

What... should I do?

[dragging her fingers down his neck and shoulder slowly, all obvious nerves]

[meteorstorm]

[ pausing and lifting his chin slightly to look up at her ]

Whatever you want. Or nothing, if you don't want to.

[switchcraft]

[how is that an answer you're embarrassing this is embarrassing]

I've never done this, so I don't know...

[meteorstorm]

[ yeah still a little red and he's reaching for her hand again, lacing his fingers in hers and squeezing gently ]

Just . . . whatever feels natural.

[ and then dropping his head again to press his forehead to her stomach ]

I'm not any good at the whole leading thing.

[switchcraft]

[squeezing right back, carefully brushing the hair from his eyes with her free hand]

I don't think that's true.

[meteorstorm]

When it comes to this ...

[ how do I always manage to make things even more awkward :|

can press his cheek into her hand, though ]

Try whatever you want to.

[switchcraft]

[that's so open-ended though...

nods slowly, stroking her knuckles against his cheek]

I'll try.

[meteorstorm]

[ I know talking about it is taboo but look the only other experience I have with this is with someone far more violent and forward than you

so this is new for me too ]

Mm. You can't go wrong.

[switchcraft]

[someone who was also experienced and I don't know what I'm doing except not helping]

Ah, I see.

[meteorstorm]

Just--here.

[ sitting himself up and pulling her hand to press it against his chest and holding it there for a moment, then moving it lower down his torso to his stomach ]

. . . Figuring it out's half the fun.

[switchcraft]

[slides her hand back slowly upward, eyes on her fingers as she traces along the line of his muscles]

[meteorstorm]

[ letting out a slow breath and his muscles are twitching under her hand ]

[switchcraft]

[and again, pressing a little harder and trying not to scratch with her nails]

[meteorstorm]

[ leaning into her hand and dipping his head close to her ear ]

Don't worry about hurting me.

[switchcraft]

[which is about all it takes for her to go bright red again, but she nods and - still lightly - scratches along his side]

[meteorstorm]

[ well it was kind of obvious you were trying not to

and that'll get a slight shiver and a small puff of breath, and his own hand's mirroring hers at her side ]

[switchcraft]

[that is oddly comforting somehow, and helps her boost up the confidence to drag her fingers low across his stomach]

[meteorstorm]

[ makes a low, appreciative sound in the back of his throat and flattens his palm over her belly, fingers rubbing in slow circles ]