Saffron (
yosafbridge) wrote2010-05-09 06:33 pm
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OOM: Upstairs.
The room, for the most part, is nearly identical to when he had seen it last: dimly lit, decorated in deep, lush colors - mostly purples and reds, several soft and comfortable chairs in which to sit, recline, doze or potentially participate in activities that are not entirely restful. She's done a little shopping since then, purchased some new works of art and pieces to decorate here and there and eventually sell to someone else later on when she tires of them.
The bed is relatively new too, four-poster with sheer curtains and a mattress that feels like you could be sleeping on a cloud if you close your eyes.
It's familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember it yet. She's hoping tonight will jog his memories and bring them back by a means most enjoyable.
The bed is relatively new too, four-poster with sheer curtains and a mattress that feels like you could be sleeping on a cloud if you close your eyes.
It's familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember it yet. She's hoping tonight will jog his memories and bring them back by a means most enjoyable.
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Behind it, she slips out of her dress, leaving herself bare for him.
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Actually, he is.
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Briefly, she wonders how much more intense this would be for him if he manages to regain his memory during the act itself - and then smirks slightly. Even she's likely not that good.
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Then, he bends over to kiss the tip of her breasts, one after the other.
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She can feel his hair brushing over her skin as he bends low to kiss her breasts in turn, and her arms give way until she's finally resting on her back against the purple sheets, red hair fanned out around her head, with him bent over her.
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His hair falls around them both, closing them in as in the branches of a weeping willow.
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Her excitement grows by the mere minute, each second that passes by as his mouth moves against her own.
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Her eyes watch him carefully.
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Her eyes never leave his face.
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"Do you remember anything about it?"
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Her own hands, currently unoccupied, take up a position on his shoulders and arms, gently caressing.
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He can't imagine that she cares about him so much she'd rather have him remember himself than pleasure her. No, he doesn't think she doesn't care. It literally doesn't enter his mind.
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If pressed, outside the moment, she'd say that she doesn't care. Not at all. But here, in her bed, their limbs tangled and his lips skimming over her skin, it'd be hard for her to say she doesn't want him to remember things.
But she'll take what she can get.
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But he's been with very many women in his life, so he can't be certain it's her he remembers. While the woman as a whole is one of a kind (and he knows that, even if he doesn't know why), there are only that many ways a woman can taste, or gasp.
He sets to the task at hand, instead.
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A stream of Mandarin leaves her lips and she arches her back, eyes squeezed shut.
"That's a very good direction, for starters."
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He is about to say 'What language is that?' but instead finds himself saying, "You speak Chinese in your world -- yes, I remember that!"
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"Yes," she murmurs encouragingly, both as a response to what he's doing to her and the arrival of that memory.
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He remembers a house with nobody in it except them, and a map. "A map of stars?" he murmurs, against her skin.
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