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[log] pleased to meet you

It isn't easy, planning around Argine's health. Now and then, after all, she simply can't keep an appointment, simply needs to stop and sit, simply stops being a Ten and a mother and becomes a woman struggling against her own mortality. There's a good deal of hoping when it comes to setting dinner dates. A good deal of hoping in general.

But tonight was going to go well. The date had been set a week in advance, and was going to stick. The former Queen has been resting all day, her former Ace hovering and attending with nervous energy. The kitchens had been more than happy to pull together an early meal for three, to drag a table up to Argine's quarters and find a comfortable chair for the woman to rest easy in during an extended conversation. Everything is falling into place. Eileen should be ecstatic.

Is, in some ways. And is also starting to get ridiculously nervous, the way a young person gets when introducing their significant other to their only living parent.

So as the hour draws near, Eileen worries. Frets. Helps her mother pull herself properly into the semblance of the regal woman she used to be and get her settled in at the table. Argine's tsk is soft as she smooths her daughter's cheek, tells her to run along and get ready, not worry so much about an old woman.

She barely sees herself in the mirror as she throws on a bit of makeup, runs her hands through her hair ineffectually and calculates that she doesn't actually have enough time to change out of her usual fare.

Goes to loiter nervously at the door and wait for CJ to arrive. Maybe stealing a kiss before bringing him in will soothe her jangling.

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Her laughter is half-purred against his lips before he drops to her throat. It turns more into a soft moan at the light nibbling against her skin, nails digging briefly into his shoulders as she arches her neck for him.

"I always... try, mo chuisle," she gasps, thighs squeezing his hips before her own lift slightly to help his fingers nudge the fabric of her skirt higher. "It's just... you do things to me, nn...?"

Wonderful, wonderful things. Things she wouldn't want any other man in the world to do to her.

That moan is simply perfect, and he grins, shifting to the other side, except her shirt is just so... not helpful for leaving hickeys where people won't see them. "Should I not do those things?" he teases, before he fumbles with the many buttons of her shirt, kissing her on the mouth while he works her top open.

With those thighs squeezing about him, he can't help but writhe between them, pushing against her body eagerly. "mmmph, Eileen, it feels like forever since the last time." He breathes against her mouth, tugging her lip with his teeth, as he struggles to get that shirt untucked, to press his fingers along her stomach and slowly grope her breasts through her bra.

"Please don't stop," she murmurs back as her fingers manage to let go of his back, squirm instead between them to help with a few of her own buttons before moving to fumble with his. "Don't... ever stop, CJ."

She'd go crazy if he ever stopped kissing her. Marking the skin just below her collar line. Arching against her and bringing friction between their bodies. Wanting to press her down against the bed like this. Loving her, really.

"Just... promise we'll get... a condom if things get, y'know," she adds, voice caught in a soft gasp. "We're just practicing, nn?"

"I don't want to stop," he replies, his breath fast, as he sits up to get his shirt open with her help, to pull it off his arms and drop it with his jacket, before he rubs her arms and lays over her again. Firm, sucking bites, love kisses, all along that collar, along her breasts, his teeth playing on the fabric of her bra before he sucks into it, moaning softly in his throat while their hips writhe together.

It's just enough to titillate, to mimic penetration, his hands touching her everywhere. He wishes he had more hands, he can't get enough of this. "I have one... I have one..." he breathes, because he wants to always be ready for a case like this. Where they had a chance to be together, for them both to be safe but to be able to enjoy each others company completely.

But her sounds, they penetrate him to the groin, and he pushes himself harder between those supple thighs, working her skirt higher just from how he moves against her.

It takes a little effort to wriggle out of her own shirt, even less to tug him down on top of her again. The real difficulty is in biting down hard on her own lip, stifling the desire to moan his name into a soft, strangled whimper.

She can't help being loud. It's in her blood, apparently. Or, if nothing else, it's in the things he does to her. His breath is so warm on her skin, his lips and teeth so completely perfect, the rock of his lips against hers entirely electric.

The words, however, startle a bright laugh from her, fingers dragging into his hair to tilt up his head a moment. "You brought one... to dinner... with my mother?"

He blinks, shifting his head beneath her fingers with that tug as he looks up rather innocently "Well... not exactly to dinner... I always keep one in my wallet... in case... things... happen?" He shrugs, smiling "I put one in when I get home, after we use one.... so it's been there a few days."

He chuckles, and slides a hand up under her bra from beneath, pushing the material up so he can fondle and rub at her nipple with his fingers, kissing along her ribs and nuzzling over her soft skin, now that he has access to it.

"My... handsome boy scout..." she laughs before he takes her breath away again, turns the laughter into a soft moan she has to bite back. The arch of her spine is entirely unconscious, eyes fluttering closed and fingers digging into his hair again--this time to keep him exactly where he is.

Which only requires one hand. The other can be used to tug at the zipper on the side of her skirt, nudge his hips with hers to ask for help getting the fabric off properly rather than just bunching it up around her hips.

He uses his teeth, rubbing them softly along her ribs and giving her slow open mouthed kisses, sucking on her side firmly. But her hips pull his attention away and he has to scoot back to help her get that skirt off.

Oh he's so eager to do that, to help her get it off so he can look at her panties, stroke them, caressing his fingers between her thighs. It's always so warm there, at her crotch, so damn sexy to feel her body heat through her panties. He has to pull his own pants open after he discards her skirt, his body aching, trapped inside his jeans.

But as soon as the zipper is undone, hes kissing her belly button, licking into it, and pushing his hand inside her panties, to rub and tease at her clit, her hot mound, to make her moan or at least want to moan, in something he's becoming an expert at doing, making her feel good. Knowing just where to touch her to make her body writhe with pleasure.

He starts to pull back her panties, so he has room to work, to move his hand inside her.

All forms of sex are wonderful, really. She has yet to meet one that she doesn't thoroughly enjoy. Still, if only for nostalgia, there's something completely wonderful about having his fingers sliding over her, into her.

And really, it's not just nostalgia. He's also really, really good at it.

Which has her squirming as soon as his fingers nudge under the fabric of her panties, why the rub and brush of his fingers has her choking back moans. Somewhere in them is strangled Spanish, his name, invocations of God. Hard not to let loose, but necessary. Her own fingers fumble to get close to him, to drag over his shoulders and into his hair, reach for the band of his own underwear pleadingly.

He pulls her panties free and has to struggle with her hands, as they reach for his underwear. He laughs, husky, breathy, as he pushes her hands away "No wait... I wanna taste you."

She has the most ravishing reactions when he touches her down there, and since their first morning of lovemaking he has a severe passion for making her climax just by touching her, to make her cum first when he can hold off long enough to do it. His lips kiss and pay focus to her stomach, abdomen, trailing licking kisses on the down before his mouth pushes against her nether lips and he licks slowly at her clit, while she calls to god and moans and whimpers in Spanish for him, saying his name, and making him shiver with pleasure at her response. She always does this, starts saying things while they make love that turn his blood to fire in his veins, in his groin. He loves this about her.

Hugging her thighs with his arms, he starts to lave and lick along her folds, writhing his tongue against her in the same places his fingers get a raise out of her, tasting her intimately as he rubs his face between her thighs, and sucks at all her delicate bits inside that mound of parted flesh. He worships her with his mouth, moaning through his nose against her groin, undulating his tongue as deep inside her as he can get it, while savoring every intimate touch of his mouth along her pussy. He could do this all day, or at least until his jaw and tongue get sore (when he picks back up with his fingers) or until she loses it all against his lips.

It's hard to have her hands pushed away. Gets easier when he murmurs his soft explanation. Also gets her breath catching in her throat, a loud low moan bitten back hard with her teeth sharp in her own lower lip.

"C-CJ..."

That's all she manages coherently before he's trailing kisses too low for her to trust her own voice. Her lips press tight as she whimpers, legs spreading easily for him as he moves down, squirming slightly against his hold, wanting to hook up over his shoulders--not that he needs holding in place, but it gives him such a nice angle of access.

One hand makes it down to tangle in his hair, grip tight against his scalp. The other has to press against her own lips to keep her moans from getting too loud.

He can't really respond, his mouth is busy, and she stifles herself anyway as his lips move into action. His fingers cup beneath her thighs and lift her hips a bit, and if she wants to hug his head with her thighs, he's not even going to think about stopping her for all the world.

He squeezes at her hips, thighs, stomach, moaning against her body while he writhes his tongue around, and affixes his lips around her, sucking around her slowly, gently, oh so gently, rubbing his teeth along her hot little button, before laving her again, moaning as his eyes roll closed and he drowns in her taste, her sounds, the way her hips jerk when he touches her here, or there, or just this way.

There's only so long she can endure this without getting loud. It's hard to keep quiet at all, really, her teeth actually digging into her own knuckles with the effort, whimpers coming louder and louder.

Really, really not the way to be caught by Kevin, likely still sitting up with her mother.

She takes a sharp breath in before tugging on his hair, pulling fingers away from her lips long enough to gasp, "A-ah, CJ, please-- please get the condom and--"

He pulls back, not having finished, but what man in his right mind could deny someone calling out to them like that. He kissed her sex slowly and wiped his mouth on his arm while frisking for his wallet from his back pocket. Condom was retrieved, wallet laid out with his other clothing as he kicked off his pants and underwear and climbed higher, sitting on his heels between her gorgeous parted thighs.

As he pulls the rubber on, he looks at her, splayed out like this, beautiful. Luckiest man alive. Once things are safe, precautions in place, he lays above her and pulls her thighs in around him, kissing her mouth tenderly, then her jaw, her neck, as he guides himself against her, inside her, and slowly pushes in, pulling her into a tight, eager embrace.

One last long whimper, and then he's sitting up again, letting her catch her breath just a little as her hand falls back from her mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds.

Her heart rate isn't going to slow down remotely. Might even speed up for the anticipation, particularly when she opens her eyes again and catches the way he's looking at her.

Amazing, how even just a look could go straight through her like that.

Her legs hook tight around him as he settles in. There's the briefest little 'mmph' as his lips press to hers. It's simply odd, tasting herself as well as him in his mouth. But then his lips are on her skin and he's pressing slowly into her and everything feels too completely wonderful to think about anything but gasping his name.

Even after doing this as often as he can with her, the way she cries his name against his ear whenever she gasps it out loud wrenches his stomach, sends butterflies buzzing and flapping in his belly, tugs at his heart strings. He wishes he had 3 sets of arms to rub her thighs, and pet her hair, and hug her, trying to do all these things at once.

He sucks on her jaw, her ear, as their hips start their dance, moving with her slowly at first, rebelling in the sensations of her body moving with him, how it feels to bury inside her. Always so tight and warm around him, and while it's always the same, it always feels new.

He moans her name, trying to be quiet, before his hips start moving faster, rocking up her thighs, going for that spot that turns her on the most when they do this.

Maybe, years from now, this electric feeling will fade. Every time won't feel this fresh and exciting and tingling way down through every last inch of her.

But that's years from now. And, really, not something she expects could ever genuinely happen. Not when they fit this well together. Not when he knows just how to move his body to send shocks through her with every shift of his hips and press of his lips.

One hand rakes carelessly down from his shoulder to his hip, nails digging in as her breath escapes in a deep purr that's not even remotely coherent. The other stays tangled in his hair, keeps him where she can murmur in against his ear once words come back to her. "That's good... nn, you can... a little faster, baby, please..."

"As you wish..." he whispers, soft and throaty, his hands embracing around her as he groans, moving faster which only makes everything that much more intense for him, as well. He sucks on her shoulder, away from where a collar might reveal a mark, leaving a soft hickey, and then another, as they writhe together and he picks up speed.

"Say when..." he manages, but having to slow down as the bed squeaks, to keep quiet, secretive, not wanting to give them away because he's thrusting too fast.

He tries to pivot instead of bounce, to pump faster how she wants it, without making the bed groan and complain beneath them, moaning softly against her ear, needing to support his weight to make this possible. He has to stop touching her to grope a the sheets and pillow, moaning "ohEileen..."

It's good to be marked by him. In the morning, she'll see the love bites on her own skin in the shower, in the mirror before she pulls on her clothes properly. Will know exactly who it is she belongs to beyond the shadow of a doubt. She'll have to return the favour when she isn't afraid she'll actually just bite him, maybe draw blood.

"Just-- nn, yes, like that, CJ, it's-- yes--"

There's a bit of readjusting, getting both arms back to clinging tight to his shoulder, legs tightening around his hips. Throwing her head back is the same, even if she's choking back the screams he inspires.

He wouldn't care if she bit him, drew blood even. Her love bites would be heaven, even if they were more teeth than lips and tongue. From her, any touch is heaven, even if it comes packaged with a little pain. Like when her nails dig into him and leave moons marking his skin, when she clings too tightly as they do this.

He can help her, cover her cries with kisses, but he doesn't want to make her taste herself if she doesn't like it, even if he does. He can't get enough of her taste. So he just holds on to the sheets twisting them offer the corners of the bed and grunts quietly, moaning into her hair, her throat, her chest, moving quickly, about to lose himself inside her all over again.

"Uugn... Si... sii... ohdios Eide!"

There are all sorts of statistic improbabilities to the hope of really, truly finding release in total sync with one another. Right now, that hardly matters. There's probably statistic improbabilities that they haven't already been heard, but they're beating those as well, aren't they?

The wave of pleasure that hits her hard is too much. Her fingers scramble for his hair to wrench his lips up to hers, smother her desperately overwhelmed moan with a kiss.

Hitting the peak is a wonderful, wonderful thing, but even more fantastic when it can be sealed with a kiss.

His kiss is insistent, firm, deep, hard as he moans into her mouth and clings, feeling her body quake with release. So it's not at the same time, but her climax is not at all unrelated to his own, the way her body jerks and squeezes driving him towards a quick end, shortly afterwards.

He gropes her hair and moves within her a few moments longer, sucking on her lips and whining, as he loses himself completely, fingers cupping her face as they share their moans with each other privately, as he growls still, jerking with release, holding on to her tightly. "Eileen... Eileen I love you." He can't help it, he says it when they aren't having sex, he means it, but it's all just a culmination of his love for her when they do this with each other.

Meeting and melting into one as best as they can.

It's a beautiful way to ride the high, his lips roughly passionate on hers and their hips jerking just slightly out of rhythm. Every inch they're pressed together feels electric. His fingers in her hair, his own hair under her touch, the thumping of his heart he can feel pressed against her chest: it all adds to the experience. Underlines how much this actually means beyond being simple, fantastic release.

"O-oh, CJ, te adoro..." It's becoming a fairly standard response at this point. Something completely genuine that doesn't knock her mind out of its dreamy haze. "So... so much, mo chuisle."

He snickers, loving the way she says that, that she adores him, before he pets her cheeks, brushing her hair back as they come to a rest together, catching their breaths and laying close, spent and gloriously warm from it.

"Eileen, Eileen..." he murmurs dreamily, hugging her up and just nestling onto her chest, her neck, closing his eyes and sighing slowly, as he lays wrapped in her embrace. "...Hmmm"

Settling in like this feels wonderful. Not quite the high-spiking pleasure of what they'd just done, but a warm slow comfort of being all but melted together.

Her fingers move lazily in his hair, combing gently as her heart rate manages to drop back toward something reasonable. For just half a second, her teeth come down on the inside of her cheek.

"Can... you stay? Even... even just for a little while?"

It would be good to have their own place, someday. For one of them not to have to slip away before parents woke up in the morning.

[log] pleased to meet you

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