@astrxlfinale / continued from here
Something different thrummed in the air upon this day in Random Play. A hotter spark, intent mixed with the revelry of nerves that aimed to act. While Belle was seamless in ensuring her identity as an illegal investigator was airtight, matters of the heart found themselves an entirety different beast. He's none the wiser to her extent of history, and the rule of a Ringer ensured he never asked unless the golden thread was cast. It's only when she acts that like shaken 'soda can' of energy finds itself bursting from the seam as they're set upon her couch with a moxie filled push, thighs locking legs and those emerald eyes singing his praises and challenge in equal measure that the Champion wonders.
"Oh--" There wasn't a chance, the thunderclap of her wish, smoothed over as a gentler prayer is what makes the request as his face is cradled. For someone who runs their road amidst, dust, bloodied faces and indomitable fists, she breathes something human into Calydon's Champion as he leans in. For an instant New Eridu finds itself forgotten as the sentiment is returned, battle worn hands smoothing over her jacket, clamping upon cloth or drawing lazy brushes upon the curve of her back. Right now it's the flavor of her lips, vivacity sparked into sweetness that leads to the peaceful sigh that breaks into a low groan.
However there's a friction that grits the gears between them. At times it grinds over into smoothness, at others there's a hitch, intimacy in their language snapped out hints for him to take. How the low grunt and the attempted press of the hips in kind led to little result, and how her hands almost feel as if they wanted to claw. It was frantic, a consistent, metallic like bang against some mental door that refused to buckle. That however, hadn't changed him from enjoying their stumbles despite the gnawing hint of concern.
It's only when she takes an even broader leap that his heart levels with the sharpness his instincts felt. Somehow, it felt far from only excitement being present.. The effort is there, Hollows above does she work to apply it.
Lighter does notice. He's forged from a brutish land. Where understanding the body, intent in actions, oftentimes found itself a border for this life he cherishes.
"How much are you fine with?"
That holds as the true question to him. The once roaming hands upon her figure change route, determination baked into their direction as he'd draw along her sea kissed tresses. Those fingers skim along the temples, drawing lower to her cheeks, those thumbs gentle making their supportive 'I'm here for you' rounds upon her skin. Only then would he guide her vision to settle upon him, no room to turn. Rather than let more encouragement form in solely in words?
He kisses her again. Slower, calmer in the nature of its energy, as if trying to siphon away all of the nerves that aimed to tear at her mellower disposition. A gentle smack of the lips ensues before he edges in again, indulging in Belle while exchanging a message of his very own. She has her place with him, the energy does as well, even if the currents right now struggle.
Once Lighter pulls away, a shaken sigh eases from those strong lungs. Even as his boxers are just about bared, as the ghost like remnants of her touch are so firmly remembered by his body, there's no rush to it.
"This is our moment. If my good girl wants to set the pace, don't think there's a limit or chances." He asserts with a firmness that devotes itself to Belle. He'd allow for his hands to transform into his prayer for her, smoothing down her sublime frame, upon the curve of the midsection and down to her hips, intentionally hiking up a portion of that skirt as the bottom of his palms would heat up her thighs.
"..Did I ever tell you how wondrous it is to see you with this kind of fire?" His smoke tinged tone offers.
How much are you fine with?
The question made Belle halt her movements and it was the first time in that moment that she stood still and really thought about it. There was a plan in her head that she wished to follow along with yet the execution changed those feelings altogether. Not because she didn't want to continue or was afraid she'd regret it but the lack of experience in this department made her second guess her actions.
Belle was brought back to the present, to Lighter's touch that was ever so gentle. The entire time they had been together, no, ever since they first met, he had always been caring. Supporting her, standing up for her and in a vulnerable moment like this, he calmed her heart and ensured that no matter which direction she would take, it would always be the right one.
Even the way he kissed her was so enticing and rather than focusing on her next course of action, she enjoyed how his warm lips felt against her own and the way it made her melt time and time again.
Her hands were placed on Lighter's shoulders with a gentle squeeze and she pressed her forehead against his when their kiss broke, much to her dismay. Yet he brought her a different kind of comfort, with both his touch and his words. It did in fact calm her nerves but she wasn't quite as ready as she wanted to be.
"Yeah, I'm like one of those matches that struggle to catch fire." The proxy laughed, reducing the stressful feeling she built up before she let out a deep sigh. She shook out some of the tension in her body, knowing neither of them will enjoy this kind of pressure and she did finally feel like she could breathe again. "I'll admit that it looked way easier — and a whole lot sexier in my head. I don't know how you make it look so effortless everytime."
Arms wrapped around Lighter's neck and she leaned in to peck his lips, eyes staring into his. This wasn't the first time they had been intimate but she always let him guide her, following what he wanted to do... and frankly, how can she not enjoy it when she's sleeping with the Champion of the Outer Ring? Look at him! Any woman in the world wished they were in her place right now. But that was it. He was always looking out for her, even put her pleasure above his own and she wanted to return the favor. Make him speechless the way he had always left her.
With a gentle thrust of her hips, she planted another kiss on his lips and found the courage to continue. "I'd still like to make you feel good but... maybe a little guidance this time wouldn't be a bad idea." Her fingers ran down his chest with more confidence this time. "Be careful though. I'm a fast learner."
