[ The stolen kiss only brings a smile of wonder and joy to his face, lights up his eyes, and even the tracks on his skin and hair seem to flare with delight from her. His mouth, unlike his voice, is soft, reverent, and he chases the kiss to return it with some delight before slipping down to press one along the line of her jaw, and further down along her neck. He won't go further, though. Not yet. Instead, he worships, teeth careful and lips soft and tongue quick and clever to leave just enough damp skin to make every breath cool against her. ]
[ the glowing of those tracks catch her eyes and draw out a soft gasp. like light shining through cracks in a weathered lampshade, he seems a living embodiment of sunshine barely contained.
to think, he had already been a striking sight on his own — tall, dark, and most certainly handsome, the sort of figure that could cut an imposing line if it weren't for the warmth that softens every sharp angle, and the eyes that seemed determined to soak in every inch of you that you'd allow him to see.
and manuela, for all her attempts at playing coy, has never been very good at holding her own against such attention, so is it any wonder she quickly comes undone with the almost reverent way he touches her? a soft sigh signals the tipping of her head, allowing him more room along her neck to press kisses, graze teeth. her hands reach for any parts of him she can touch, trailing up along strong arms at first, then curling into thick dark hair. every inch of her is inviting, encouraging, arching up into his soft mouth and basically pleading for more. ]
[ His shoulders are available to her, as is his hair, and the only response he'll give to her grabbing on is an encouraging rumble of noise between kisses and nibbles. He's taking his time, though; if she shifts to bare something, he attends to it and if she sounds more satisfied from one thing than another, he'll go back to the 'better' option. He'll make his way slowly down her body, curious to see how sensitive her breasts are; he wouldn't dare just focus on the nipples, or damage her clothing. He's careful to shift the cloth out of the way to reach her skin, kissing the underside, letting his tongue play at the nub, gently grazing the side with the tip of a sharper tooth. She pleads, and he will give.
He wants to hear this song from this songbird as well. ]
[ being attentive is an awfully cruel thing to do to a woman so desperate for any kind of attention. not that john would know, of course, nor could anyone mistake his gestures now for anything even close to malice. but she has no defenses against it, unable to do anything but utterly melt in the way he lavishes her with a soft sort of focus that might have her holding her breath if she weren't already struggling to take one.
soon as the air hits her breast, and his mouth to follow soon after, he'll be treated to that first note of her song — something low and rumbling too, a gradual purr that escapes her parted lips in a sigh. she'll arch up into his gentle mouth, grateful he's so much more graceful with the spandex the hotel had seen fit to stuff her in. she misses terribly the delicate lingerie she would have normally worn at home, or the elegant dresses she liked to drape over herself. she'll let his deft hands bare what he wants — every movement she makes is certainly an encouraging one — and he might find she reacts particularly well to that slight flash of pain from a bite. ]
[ She'll feel it more than hear it, the deep satisfying sound he makes when he hears her first note, when she arches to his attention. And when he notices the way she likes that little flash of teeth, he won't hesitate to nibble a little more, letting her feel the sharpness even as he's careful not to break skin. His tongue will find it's way around the bud of a nipple here of there, but it's just as often his breath cool across the damp skin there as if he can't resist tasting all of her.
He uses his hands underneath the spandex to gently move to remove it from her entirely, though she'll need to lift her arms for that. He's remarkably good at continuing to worship at her even as his arms move seemingly independent in their quest to remove her clothes. ]
[ he is a meticulous thing, attentive and proactive to her every reaction. it makes manuela feel oddly self-conscious, which is in itself an ironic thing; to think the woman who craves attention as much as she does, who thrives under it as much as she does, would find herself shrinking back from it when she finally receives it after what feels like so long. truly, to be a human is a funny thing.
but enough about that. his deft hands are quick to distract her thoroughly enough, that even if the pink of her cheeks is partly there because of a sudden bout of bashfulness, there is far more heat than anything that might even come close to resembling any sort of hesitation.
once he rids her of her clothing (a feat, considering how that annoying material seems to cling to her like a second skin), she sits herself back on that bench to allow him a full and thorough look at her, thighs lightly parted so that he might see how wet she's already become for him. ]
Now that you've seen all of me... Don't I get to look, too?
[ She will, at least, get to see that he's more than a little in awe of her, or at least that's the expression on his face. He looks her up and down, like he's memorizing the beauty before him, and it's only after a moment of looking his fill that he even seems to have heard her.
There's a quick, eager nod before he looks to her and says in all earnestness- ]
You're beautiful.
[ Before he seems to realize how simple and perhaps silly those words might sound to her and he'll start pulling off his own clothes. Shirt first, showing off all manner of little arcane symbols and golden freckles over his body in a few places, and the golden crack along his hip gets revealed as he pushes the bottom off of his outfit as well.
He's not self-conscious, which happens when you somewhat decide your own shape and when you know that the part you don't shape is, well, determined by the person interacting with you. So almost certainly, Manuela will find a body that fits her preferences underneath those clothes, and he won't rush her looking before he glances up to silently ask permission to continue. ]
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from TDM/March - for Manuela
[ The stolen kiss only brings a smile of wonder and joy to his face, lights up his eyes, and even the tracks on his skin and hair seem to flare with delight from her. His mouth, unlike his voice, is soft, reverent, and he chases the kiss to return it with some delight before slipping down to press one along the line of her jaw, and further down along her neck. He won't go further, though. Not yet. Instead, he worships, teeth careful and lips soft and tongue quick and clever to leave just enough damp skin to make every breath cool against her. ]
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to think, he had already been a striking sight on his own — tall, dark, and most certainly handsome, the sort of figure that could cut an imposing line if it weren't for the warmth that softens every sharp angle, and the eyes that seemed determined to soak in every inch of you that you'd allow him to see.
and manuela, for all her attempts at playing coy, has never been very good at holding her own against such attention, so is it any wonder she quickly comes undone with the almost reverent way he touches her? a soft sigh signals the tipping of her head, allowing him more room along her neck to press kisses, graze teeth. her hands reach for any parts of him she can touch, trailing up along strong arms at first, then curling into thick dark hair. every inch of her is inviting, encouraging, arching up into his soft mouth and basically pleading for more. ]
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He wants to hear this song from this songbird as well. ]
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soon as the air hits her breast, and his mouth to follow soon after, he'll be treated to that first note of her song — something low and rumbling too, a gradual purr that escapes her parted lips in a sigh. she'll arch up into his gentle mouth, grateful he's so much more graceful with the spandex the hotel had seen fit to stuff her in. she misses terribly the delicate lingerie she would have normally worn at home, or the elegant dresses she liked to drape over herself. she'll let his deft hands bare what he wants — every movement she makes is certainly an encouraging one — and he might find she reacts particularly well to that slight flash of pain from a bite. ]
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He uses his hands underneath the spandex to gently move to remove it from her entirely, though she'll need to lift her arms for that. He's remarkably good at continuing to worship at her even as his arms move seemingly independent in their quest to remove her clothes. ]
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but enough about that. his deft hands are quick to distract her thoroughly enough, that even if the pink of her cheeks is partly there because of a sudden bout of bashfulness, there is far more heat than anything that might even come close to resembling any sort of hesitation.
once he rids her of her clothing (a feat, considering how that annoying material seems to cling to her like a second skin), she sits herself back on that bench to allow him a full and thorough look at her, thighs lightly parted so that he might see how wet she's already become for him. ]
Now that you've seen all of me... Don't I get to look, too?
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There's a quick, eager nod before he looks to her and says in all earnestness- ]
You're beautiful.
[ Before he seems to realize how simple and perhaps silly those words might sound to her and he'll start pulling off his own clothes. Shirt first, showing off all manner of little arcane symbols and golden freckles over his body in a few places, and the golden crack along his hip gets revealed as he pushes the bottom off of his outfit as well.
He's not self-conscious, which happens when you somewhat decide your own shape and when you know that the part you don't shape is, well, determined by the person interacting with you. So almost certainly, Manuela will find a body that fits her preferences underneath those clothes, and he won't rush her looking before he glances up to silently ask permission to continue. ]