[When she comes back in from letting the bird out, he's not going to let her get any further than the door. He plants a hand on either side of the frame, penning her in.]
You know, I could object to being used to get revenge on your flatmates.
[He starts walking them back, not moving away from her lips just yet. Just because she wants it fast, doesn't mean they can't be civilized and be on the bed.]
[ Civilized, says the one who started all this by making out with her on a desk in his spare room. But she doesn't mind, though she's still trying to get him out of everything. ]
[It's fairly hard to keep kissing her while walking backwards while trying to get his shirt off, but he manages. Mostly. The bump into the end of the bed and he starts kicking his shoes off, moving down to her neck.]
[ She won't fault him if he can't quite do all those things at once; she knows she probably isn't helping, with her hands sliding everywhere. There's a groan when his lips hit her neck, and Ariadne pulls her hands away to tear at the knot of her neckerchief. ]
[Good thing that's gone. He's now shirtless with the front of his trousers open, so it was starting to feel a little unbalanced with her still fully dressed. Also, she was very demanding about him taking his trousers off, and yet she's still wearing hers. That needs to change.]
[ Does it? Because she's rather enjoying him like this. She'll go ahead and pull her shirt off, though, even if it means he has to move away from her neck for a moment. ]
[He sort of enjoys being like this to, but if she really wants to do anything, she's going to have to be a little less clothed. He lets his mouth moves from her neck to her chest, kissing along the top of her breasts. His hand comes down further to start undoing her jeans.]
[ That depends entirely on what she wants to do; it's tempting to have him sit and then go down on him, with the way he's partially undressed. Later, though -- she's not sure she has the patience for that at the moment. She will, however, start working on getting his pants down instead of just open as he works at hers. ]
[Alright. Trousers taken care of. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her down with him. His hands come up to cup at her face, bringing their mouths almost together,]
[ It's not as though she has very far to go, but her arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers back in his hair. She wants a lot of things, and shifts to nip at his lower lip before she replies. ]
For this round? [ Because yes, she wants more than one. ] Not to be treated like I'm made of glass.
[Well then. He tumbles them onto the bed, rolling so that he's on top of her. His mouth goes back to the centre of her chest as he works at getting her out of her trousers altogether. If she wants it quick and dirty, he can certainly go for that.]
[ Her hands don't leave his hair even as they tumble onto the bed, so hopefully he doesn't mind having it pulled a bit. Once he's working on her pants, however, she arches up against him so he can get them off and her hands move, nails scratching down his back. They're short -- they have to be, for her profession -- but that just means she's not being particularly careful. She wants at his neck, though, so one hand returns to his hair to try and tug him up slightly. ]
[He tugs her trousers off in one swift movement and tosses them... somewhere. All that matters is that they aren't on her anymore. He follows where the hands in his hair are leading him, lining their bodies up together. One hand is near her head, keeping himself propped up as the other moves it way up her thigh.]
[ Ariadne shifts up, nipping at his collarbone before really latching on. She doesn't want to be treated like glass, and she's going to extend the same courtesy -- and with every intention of making a mark. Her hands leave his hair, however, sliding over his back without nails this time while her legs part for his hand. ]
[His hand stops just at the top of his thigh before sliding back down, coming under her knee to hitch it up. He can feel teeth on his collarbone, and the little tingly shock waves of it are going straight down south. Ready to know what not being treated like glass feels like? Hand still holding her steady, he enters her in one strong stroke.]
[ It's a good thing he's enjoying those teeth, because when he enters her, she clamps down with them and groans. Her nails are back now, too, digging into his skin. It's good, though; exactly what she was looking for, and if it hurts at all, it's nothing compared to being stabbed. She moves her hands lower instead, letting her nails drag until she can grab onto his ass and try to pull him deeper. ]
[He's not going to object to the teeth or the nails, not when she feels this way around him. His hand in still hooked under her knee and he lifts it further, lifting her arse almost off the blankets as he slides the rest of the way in. He lets her settle for just a moment before he is pulling back, only to slam all the way in again.]
[ It comes out as more of a moan than anything, and it's definitely one of approval. Ariadne hitches her leg up around one of his, hoping he'll move his hand elsewhere. Hers aren't content to stay in one place, and neither is her mouth, nipping and biting at him. ]
[He can't help but laugh a little at that reaction, although it's choked off when he feels teeth on her neck again. He builds up a steady rhythm, hard and fast, his hand sliding up and down her thigh as he moves.]
[ If Eames didn't leave, he's probably regretting it at this point, because Ariadne isn't even attempting to be quiet. Instead she's trying to encourage him to keep going, harder, faster, whatever he'll give her as she moves with him. ]
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Right now, yeah -- which sort of ruins what I'd called you over for, so I hope your afternoon's free.
[ She's still aware enough, despite how frustrated she is, to realize that she still wants to take her time with him... just not right now. ]
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You know, I could object to being used to get revenge on your flatmates.
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You could.
[ She moves her hands, letting them slide over his sides. ]
I'm pretty sure he went out, though. And I'm not convinced that you mind.
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Not particularly, no.
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Good. [ And to kiss back, of course. ]
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What do you want?
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For this round? [ Because yes, she wants more than one. ] Not to be treated like I'm made of glass.
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Is that right?
[Well then. He tumbles them onto the bed, rolling so that he's on top of her. His mouth goes back to the centre of her chest as he works at getting her out of her trousers altogether. If she wants it quick and dirty, he can certainly go for that.]
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[ It comes out as more of a moan than anything, and it's definitely one of approval. Ariadne hitches her leg up around one of his, hoping he'll move his hand elsewhere. Hers aren't content to stay in one place, and neither is her mouth, nipping and biting at him. ]
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