OOM: Upstairs.

[yosafbridge]

And here she'd thought the night wasn't going to be interesting.

Her room is much of the same as it's always been, though she's taken the time to do a little redecorating. Not only that, but there are a few new additions. Trophies, she likes to call them, or rewards for a job well-done - at least, until she can find someone willing to shell out enough to take it off her hands.

The bottle in her hands - well, she might be willing to give that up for a few.

She nudges the door shut behind them, taking a swig straight from the now-opened bottle before she even hears the sound of it clicking shut.

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[yosafbridge]

She knows the marks will be there later, serving as small reminders (temporary unless she can get him to remake them when they start to fade).

The barrier between pleasure and pain starts to crumble when she gives herself over to it more fully; her movements lose control and become more erratic and unpredictable as she practically writhes from the ecstasy of it all.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

Heat, haze, and her -- it's all he can register. His movements grow faster, skin flush on skin, breathless and close to falling over the edge.

(And here he'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a match.)

[yosafbridge]

Her hands scramble for purchase on anything, whatever she can find. One fists in the sheets and the other cups the back of his neck.

Her release is practically snatched away from her, and she's coming before she even knows what's hit her.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

His lips part, no sound coming out as he passes over the edge, the heat that had been pooling in his muscles slowly untwisting, slowly letting him down from a great height.

Hips bumping against hers a last time, he raised one hand to her face, brushing back her hair as he kisses her again, still not gentle per se but more so than before.

[yosafbridge]

She rides out the aftermath, a few remaining sensations rippling outward from deep inside her, and the moan that falls from her lips then is the loudest sound she'll make.

She lays back, hair fanning out around her head in a scarlet corona, and tries to catch her breath, her heartbeat still racing at a gallop.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

He seems reluctant to move more than a foot or two away from her, but shifts quietly to the edge of the bed and sits up, eyes closed, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. His breathing's still hard, chest rising and falling at a quick pace, slowing very gradually.

He can still feel a sort of burn on his skin, the high that had been clouding his head a little bit clearer now. Brushing over his forehead with the palm of one hand, he glances back over his shoulder, content (for now) just to watch her.

[yosafbridge]

She's still splayed out, luxuriating in the aftershocks, waiting until she can't hear her heart pounding in her own ears anymore.

And then she finally rises, tossing her hair back over one shoulder, propped up on her elbows as she fixes him with a lazy grin.

"Wŏ de mā*," she breathes.


* mother of God

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

There's an easy mirror of that grin on his face as he leans back, trailing a finger along her hip.

"Think I like the way that sounds," he murmurs, "Though I could probably tolerate listenin' to you read the phone book. Either way, you're gonna have to help me with the translation."

[yosafbridge]

"Oh, in this case, it's a glowing review of your abilities," she promises, pushing herself up on one arm as she settles in slightly behind him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder before she whispers the translation in his ear.

"After all that, I think I could use a shower," she adds, getting up from the bed. She makes no show about exactly how long it takes her to find a towel to wrap around herself.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

His eyes follow her around the room.

When he gets up, it's to retrieve the bottle they abandoned early on, although he turns to look back at her quickly enough, bottle raised to his mouth (hell, she's the kind of woman that could reduce a man to tears).

[yosafbridge]

She pauses while securing it around her body.

"Wouldn't say no to company."

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

Throwing back another swallow, he grins across the room.

"Mine or the bottle's?"

[yosafbridge]

She grins back, wickedly.

"I think you already know."

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

He places the bottle back on the table before crossing the room, only stopping once he's close enough to feel her breath on his face.

"Lemme know if I guessed incorrectly."

[yosafbridge]

She's close enough that his chest brushes against hers with every breath; slowly, she lets the towel fall between them.

"And we have a winner."

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

His hands find her waist, and there is a very definite smile to the curve of his lips against hers.

"Guess I got lucky."

[yosafbridge]

"Guess that makes two of us."

She utters the words softly against his mouth, then leans in to lick along his mouth, seeking out remnants of the liquor, before she disappears through the doorway. A moment later, there's the sound of running water.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

He bites down on his lower lip as she leaves, eyes closing for a brief moment as he takes in a deep breath. (God, the evening just keeps getting better and better.)

It's only a moment before he follows her in, not bothering to close the door behind him.