[Schneider clings to Kaine, panting and adjusts her legs, wrapping them both around Kaine's hips. Kaine is strong enough to hold them both up. But she squeezes herself around Kaine pointedly, humming with pleasure]
Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
[Oh. Shit. Her hand drops from Schneider's neck to quickly get ahold of her ass, keeping her aloft and steady against the tree. And holding her like this, she can almost feel the angle deepen, letting her get that last closeness she was trying to achieve. And she's gripping her just right -
Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
[It's a lot, too much, but it's exactly how Schneider likes it. She nuzzles at Kaine's throat, murmurs of approval falling from her lips. Did Kaine feel good? Kaine is beautiful, and strong, and wonderful, and Schneider wants her to feel that. The rain is a distant call now, beyond the slide of their skin and ragged breaths mingling together as Kaine takes her, as she tries to hold Kaine so close so she can't let go]
[Something itchy pricks behind her eyes again as Kainé kisses Schneider's scalp again and again. Beautiful? Wonderful? Does she really feel like she can be any of those things? It almost seems comfortable when it comes from someone like this. She does feel good, and safe in a way that's dangerous and frightening. Safe in a way that can be taken away later. Push closer, pull away... but if she tried to run now, she couldn't. Kainé is being held too close.
What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
[Heat and wetness fills her up and she moans softly for it, straining against Kaine to take her in, all of her. When Kaine finally goes still, Schneider unwinds her legs, but only to steady them both, even if her thighs are trembling with the exertion of it. She nuzzles at Kaine's cheek, kissing away the dampness with a pleased little hum. She feels rung out and languid now, pleasant little aftershocks still pulsing through her. This is what she had wanted, right? A little closeness, a little physical encounter to chase away the tension that gnawed at her heart, the shadows that constantly dogged her every step...
[Kainé's dreams are filled with empty, painful aches and questions she can't answer. They're dominated by the Aerie, the fight against that monstrous Shade, and the moment she almost let herself fade away. Sometimes, though, they're tender - a fantasy of formless, warm light touching her. Holding her. Telling her she's somewhere she belongs. What if that was something she could have? What if it wasn't hidden and fake and lost?
As kisses dot her cheeks, Kainé squeezes her eyes shut. Then she returns them, brushing her lips over Schneider's sweat-dampened forehead and over to her temple. She'd really gotten a little carried away. And it wasn't just the sex - the rough, hot immediacy of it - but the emotions she let sneak in along the way. Just because she didn't want to see Schneider disappear, unspoken for and forgotten, Kainé had started to feel that it was more than just a distraction for tonight, that it was more than just an anchor to briefly comfort her. I do like you quite a lot.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that Kainé imagines must mean she needs some distance, she lets Schneider's legs down, gently slipping out and away. She isn't even sure how Schneider knew she was thinking of letting go before. Was she predictable? Was there some kind of problem with that? Kainé runs a hand through her hair haphazardly, at a loss for words.]
[ As if sensing Kaine's intentions, as soon as she finishes fixing her clothes, she casually reaches out to grab Kaine's hand]
Planning on fucking and running?
[ There's a playfulness to her smile, not a barb meant to goad. Her thighs are sticky and wet and while she could return to her room unnoticed...well, there were a lot of things about her that would be. Like the state of her body, the way her smile didn't quite settle over her skin, the desire to keep lingering near Kaine...]
[She did it again. Kainé stills as soon as she's called out, hand staying compliantly in Schneider's save for one startled, sudden pull, the windup to an instinctive punch that doesn't lash out.]
Thought you'd want to get cleaned up. [And, consequently, to get away from what made her a mess in the first place.
These tights are just going to have to go entirely, aren't they? What a pain in the ass. She fidgets a little.] Unless you wanted to cuddle out here. [There's more than one implication there: It's not like they're the type to cuddle (right...?), and even if they were, they put themselves in the dumbest place for it.]
[Schneider lifts an eyebrow, amusement brightening her gaze. It's not difficult to read the tension in Kaine's body, the wariness drawing her muscles back into something more defensive]
And you don't? I can get cleaned up later. [She tilts her head. Maybe neither of them are for cuddling. Or maybe it's been hidden under all the ways they choose to be difficult. She's not against the thought but...] But mm, lets find somewhere not in the rain first.
[She is not returning to the dorms like this and she's not letting Kaine wander around like this either.]
[The longer Schneider isn't immediately pulling away, the more Kainé is trapped. Willingly trapped is still trapped. The fight or flight fades a little. She did give her word.]
Yeah, you don't want to get caught out in this. [She knows Schneider hates the rain...and tonight, with the storm encroaching but not yet arrived, looking more and more like the thing she saw in that inescapable dream, Kainé is starting to hate it too.]
Your call. [She'll follow - at the very least, until they're safe from the rain.]
[She can pay for a hotel room, let them wash up before they return to the dorms (assuming, of course, Kaine did return to the dorms). And if that's a chance to take things further again...maybe she wasn't quite satisfied with everything just yet]
That was quick. Sure. I've got nowhere better to be, either. [And she means it. Kainé was the one who came to find her.
Under the harsher light of... well, light, and without the excuse of desperately giving Schneider a reason not to fade away, there might be more for Kainé to stumble over. It'll stop being spontaneous, and she'll have to really let the reason sink into her bones.
... But Schneider is one of those people, the kind that somehow keeps finding her: the kind it's impossible not to end up taken in by somehow. She is incredibly persuasive.]
Then I'll make your time worth it. [ Schneider always knew how to make people follow at her pace. And with Kaine's hand in hers, she has every intent on making that happen over and over. She'll swallow Kaine up, a wildfire burning relentlessly. Even if..
Ah, such sentimental thoughts didn't suit her. She'll just have to keep going where her instincts tell her]
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Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
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Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
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What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
... Oh, she's in trouble.]
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The rain only gets louder now]
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As kisses dot her cheeks, Kainé squeezes her eyes shut. Then she returns them, brushing her lips over Schneider's sweat-dampened forehead and over to her temple. She'd really gotten a little carried away. And it wasn't just the sex - the rough, hot immediacy of it - but the emotions she let sneak in along the way. Just because she didn't want to see Schneider disappear, unspoken for and forgotten, Kainé had started to feel that it was more than just a distraction for tonight, that it was more than just an anchor to briefly comfort her. I do like you quite a lot.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that Kainé imagines must mean she needs some distance, she lets Schneider's legs down, gently slipping out and away. She isn't even sure how Schneider knew she was thinking of letting go before. Was she predictable? Was there some kind of problem with that? Kainé runs a hand through her hair haphazardly, at a loss for words.]
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Planning on fucking and running?
[ There's a playfulness to her smile, not a barb meant to goad. Her thighs are sticky and wet and while she could return to her room unnoticed...well, there were a lot of things about her that would be. Like the state of her body, the way her smile didn't quite settle over her skin, the desire to keep lingering near Kaine...]
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Thought you'd want to get cleaned up. [And, consequently, to get away from what made her a mess in the first place.
These tights are just going to have to go entirely, aren't they? What a pain in the ass. She fidgets a little.] Unless you wanted to cuddle out here. [There's more than one implication there: It's not like they're the type to cuddle (right...?), and even if they were, they put themselves in the dumbest place for it.]
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And you don't? I can get cleaned up later. [She tilts her head. Maybe neither of them are for cuddling. Or maybe it's been hidden under all the ways they choose to be difficult. She's not against the thought but...] But mm, lets find somewhere not in the rain first.
[She is not returning to the dorms like this and she's not letting Kaine wander around like this either.]
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Yeah, you don't want to get caught out in this. [She knows Schneider hates the rain...and tonight, with the storm encroaching but not yet arrived, looking more and more like the thing she saw in that inescapable dream, Kainé is starting to hate it too.]
Your call. [She'll follow - at the very least, until they're safe from the rain.]
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[She can pay for a hotel room, let them wash up before they return to the dorms (assuming, of course, Kaine did return to the dorms). And if that's a chance to take things further again...maybe she wasn't quite satisfied with everything just yet]
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Under the harsher light of... well, light, and without the excuse of desperately giving Schneider a reason not to fade away, there might be more for Kainé to stumble over. It'll stop being spontaneous, and she'll have to really let the reason sink into her bones.
... But Schneider is one of those people, the kind that somehow keeps finding her: the kind it's impossible not to end up taken in by somehow. She is incredibly persuasive.]
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Ah, such sentimental thoughts didn't suit her. She'll just have to keep going where her instincts tell her]