A BELATED VALENTINES KISS MEME

[shri]

1. Post your character!
2. Kiss people of your own volition, DARE people to kiss people, or whatever else it takes to make it happen.
3. Kiss people.
4. Fun and profit.
5. Be very serious RPers

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[dendarii]

[ Demanding too. Miles is more than happy to follow both Lakshmi's command and the little electric thrill that goes through him at said command. He's flushed and sweating slighly as he reluctantly pulls back. Comfortable, huh. He ought to be giving her a goddamn suite of comfort, fine linens and soft mattresses and whole flower shop's worth of rose petals. But relative comfort will have to do, given their situation.

His bright gray eyes stray from hers for a moment to consider their options. A bedroll is a poor substitute for an admiral's suite, but it's private enough. ]

I find it much more comfortable to lie down together. [ More of that radiance shines in his face. ] Which isn't to say I mind the gap. But it does put such terrible kinks in my neck.

[ There are other ways to be appreciative of a woman being taller than him that don't involve having to strain himself. ]

[shri]

[ Might as well add impatient to that list of vices. For she dreadfully is sometimes - or right now. Right now where she doesn't think she can put herself together except to rip someone's throat out perhaps, or do anything else but kiss him again. The warmth that is languid like drinking the blackwater in her limbs. ]

Well - [ He is a strange man and - she's glad at least where she's concerned, he's not that kind of insecure. It makes it easy to execute a plan. To catch him by the front of his shirt, and tumble them both off the side of the log they'd picked as theirs away from camp.

Considers it a small mercy to her quick improvising, that she lands with her back down and under him. There's a rock in her back, but she can deal with it later. Laughing breathlessly, warm. A half century younger when she smiles up at him. Letting the hand loosen and slide over his chest. Appreciative and considering. Mischief that's terribly bright in her eyes like she'd borrowed it off of him, momentarily. ] Better?

[dendarii]

Better, yes. [ Miles breathes in the words, utterly captivated at being swept off his feet. Please, yes, do it again as many times as she likes ... He leans down to kiss her again, placing one palm down against the ground next to her head as the other tilts her chin to meet him more readily. He'd gladly continue like this. Shower her with kisses, feeling her body curved beneath him ...

But he thinks that maybe she'd like it better with one more variation. Certainly he knows he would enjoy it. Had enjoyed it with all of his previous lovers. ]

Except for one thing. [ His smile is still bright, though, undimmed. Even teasing. He runs the tips of his fingers along her face, feeling the contours of her cheek. ] I'd rather be beneath you, if you don't mind.

[shri]

[ She stretches out under him languidly, face tilting up into his fingers. It's indulgence. Indulgence that they both want, something warm against this place that is quite frankly always freezing to her, no matter how much he insists summer is happening.

Blinks at him the once, lips parted for a second as she comprehends, before she wraps her leg around his waist, pulls him into a kiss as her hands slip around to settle on his back. Tilting her face up to him, slanting her mouth on his and eagerly draws him close, to settle between her legs, the weight that she likes, the closeness. Warm and solid.

Then she rolls them sharply. Her hands catching herself as she breaks the kiss, her hair falling over her shoulder where it comes loose. Her knees settling into the dirt. Then the movements are hurried in her want to reach back down to him. Arches up undo her jacket and discard it beside them, the thin silk that was her undershirt is easily enough pushed out of the way. Practicality rather than vanity, silk made cleaner wounds, after all. Which really, at least she'd managed to be moderately clean. Even if she isn't half of what she'd prefer. No flowers in her hair, the long soak she liked to relax herself.

But at least, she sunk down to him again, body arching over his, he didn't seem to mind it too much. ]

[dendarii]

[ Good. Yes. All of these things are good, starting with the continued, insistent pressure of her kissing and continuing with the equally pleasant pressure of her on top of him. He instinctively reaches out to help guide her down without breaking him, despite the fact that he is no longer quite so breakable. Those bones are gone now, replaced over the years by stronger synthetics.

He slides his hands into place at her waist, his slim fingers curling gently against her soft silk undershirt. Goddamn but it looks good on her. Outlining the swell of her body above him. Miles has zero hesitation about romantically involving himself with a woman taller than him. In fact he has a type. And having her here like this accentuates the differences between their bodies without him having to put another kink in his neck. Perfect. ]

You're beautiful. [ He says, looking up at her and taking in the sight greedily. ] Are you certain you want to continue with someone like me?

[ As much as his heart wants to leap straight on into this glorious abyss - he needs to give her an out. For his own peace of mind if nothing else. ]