[Schneider chuckles, her breath ghosting over Kaine's skin. Kaine is an addiction she can't get enough of]
Oh, so you know.
[She rolls her hips against Kaine's lap, humming with a pleased noise as she nuzzles her way, mouthing along the curve of Kaine's breast. Hopefully, there were less tights and layers to get in her way this time]
That's right. Once I catch something, I don't intend on letting go.
[Fortunately, there are no tights to get in the way this time, and the separates she's wearing will be much easier to peel away from her body as they go. But Schneider's the problem now, isn't she, with those stockings and buckles to worry about?]
"Catch" something? [Kainé chuckles, head tilted back against the couch. Her hands keep Schneider rocking against her; it's not enough to get her too excited yet, but every roll sends molten electricity through her veins.] I'm not your fish. But I'm...
[Hers, at least for right now. And even if it's just for right now, the mark that's left won't go away. She fidgets more the lower Schneider's mouth moves, but not enough to distract from her positive coo in response to the warm heat moving over her breast.]
[Schneider hums with interest, nuzzling down the cloth to mouth at a nipple, while she gropes gently at the other breast]
So this is what you enjoy? What else?
[ Kaine is hers, even if it's just for the moment. And she's always been very good at making sure what is hers feels valued, has every consideration paid to their wants and needs.
Schneider's clothes are Kaine's problem at the moment because she's deftly undoing Kaine's top with no thought of giving Kaine helping hand with her own stockings and buckles]
[They are her problem, but this time she might not be so easily deterred from ripping them off if they become too much of one. The only thing that might preserve her is that Kainé isn't in the frantic rush she was the other night... though the more Schneider pushes, the more determined she becomes to push back in turn. Fingers getting more ineffectually frustrated, she looks for an easy fastener to unbutton or a zipper to tug... any indication of whether she should be working her way up or down.
What else she likes? Her mind is a little hazy, thoughts muted behind the delicate noises she makes while Schneider works at her chest. She's almost dazed when she sits up enough for her cropped sweater to come off, legs dropping enough that Schneider doesn't have to turn herself into a pretzel just to reach her chest while sitting in her lap. Little, soft, unspoken movements in between all the handsiness.]
Your hands are are good. In my hair, but just about anywhere else, I'm not complaining.
[For someone who's surrounded herself with violence and who has no problem being rough in bed, there's something so alluring and soft about Schneider's hands. She wants her fingers in her mouth, wants them inside her - things that feel too secret and too profane to ask for.]
[Schneider appreciates the assistance as she cups Kaine's bare breasts more firmly, appreciating the weight of them in her hand. She is flexible enough to get into practically any position but this lets her admire Kaine's body much better than before]
So here, hm?
[She gives a proprietary squeeze as she presses another kiss against Kaine's breast. She's moving further down now, hands caress her abdomen and over her ass]
Yeah... [She exhales, hot, skin twitching ticklishly where it's touched.] There; just the way you're doing. You know what to do.
[Her back arches; she presses herself up and into the touches, then lifts herself off the couch enough to accommodate the hand that caresses the top of her ass. But when Schneider's mouth pauses on her breast, Kainé stops fussing with the dress she's working to tug down, too. She slides her hand up and around, cups her hand beneath Schneider's neck, and brings her in for another kiss before her lips can follow the path of her hands.
When things are at their full intensity, she feels strong with her, but this... it makes her feel pretty and wanted, like there's something about her body to appreciate that Schneider has somehow discovered and latched onto. For just a moment, she doesn't feel like she needs to defend herself or like there's anything that needs to be defended.]
What do you want? [What can she even give her, in their circumstances?]
[Schneider makes a pleased little noise into the kiss, and nips gently at Kaine's lip as they separate. She chuckles softly, cupping Kaine's breast again before sliding down lower over the planes of her stomach]
Maybe I feel generous. I like to give sometimes too. Will you let me?
[Let her admire and appreciate this beautiful woman, and everything about her. Maybe for once she can take her time and appreciate things for what they are]
[This from Schneider, who spent their first night together insatiably greedy, has her letting out a short, amused breath. Maybe Kainé would like to see that, too. She likes her impatient, likes her hungry, but she can see how this is a different type of appetite. She can feel how savoring it a little longer satiates a different kind of need - in the both of them.]
Sure, go ahead. Even when you're saying you're gonna spoil me, you're demanding. [She leans back a little more casually on the couch, though her eyes drag down Schneider's body in her lap. Even with the dress and hose still in place, there's plenty to look at. Since she got her attention for the kiss already, her hand slips up to tangle in the fine curls behind Schneider's ear. Her hand tightens there, as do the muscles in her stomach as Schneider reaches down lower, soft sounds of pleasure indicating that she is enjoying this. She tenses a little, the thought coming quickly to her.]
... You shouldn't go down on me, though. You don't have to deal with that.
[Schneider pauses, her hands lingering over Kaine's hips]
"Don't have to deal with that"? [A lift of her eyebrow, and a bemused smile. She thinks she's slowly coming to understand the many little ways Kaine felt very vulnerable in her own body] Whatever do you mean?
[She presses a kiss to Kaine's neck again, her hands inching lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her bottoms, but pauses there as if seeking permission to continue]
[You won't, the darkest shadows of her brain insist. It's not like last time. You'll see what I'm really like. How could Schneider not hate what Kainé spent so much of her own life hating?
It's at odds with everything else about how Schneider has treated her the entire time. She's always been more understanding than Kainé deserved, even when they were at odds with each other. She's always made Kainé...want to stay. That she's so worried about this, that she cares what Schneider might think, that she cares about her... it's so dangerous.] God, you're always so fucking smooth about it.
[Kainé's fingers twist that fine auburn hair around themselves, catching a lock or two of Schneider's curls in between her knuckles. She lifts up just enough to let her hands get further, and when she touches Schenider again it's to feel her chest, not lingering on her breast but instead the different placement of her heartbeat. She doesn't know when things slowed down like this, tender instead of fierce. Maybe it's her fault.] Okay... [again.] Show me, then. Please. Whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like it.
[There's something grounding about the way Kaine tugs at her hair and she arches into it, Kaine's hand, so steady and warm. This is real, not a figment of her imagination, wondering what it was like to have someone hold on and mean it.
But that's dangerous territory too. So Schneider smiles, presses a kiss to Kaine's lips and then moves back down over her body, sliding off her lap to press hot, teasing kisses down her stomach, tugging her pants off entirely with deft fingers. It's hardly Schneider's first time doing something like this, but it is strange to be doing it so intimately with care and affection when Schneider hardly had any within her to hand out anymore.
But she strokes Kaine's length slowly, then a little more firmly, eyes trained on Kaine's expression to look for any signs of discomfort before she ducks down to take her into her mouth]
[Kainé's hand remains in Schneider's hair as she slides down, her grip flexing and tightening in response to each different touch and kiss. The strokes of her hand elicit a sharp intake of breath, the rise of her hips. This touch is obviously one she more than approves of. It's slower than the way she usually handles herself, less frantic and harsh. Kainé's body might not have been fully ready at the start, but it is now.
When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
[Schneider runs her palms over Kaine's thighs, gentle and to steady her as she took Kaine in deeper and the pulls back]
Like this...? [Schneider smiles wider and sucks at the head, taking her time.]
Mmm...I just am.
[She's special, she'd be the first to say blithely. Unlucky. But mostly, she knows how she wants the people she likes to feel. And she likes Kaine. So it all logically lined up she knew what to do, no? Let the moment guide her]
[If only she'd open her eyes and allowed herself to look and watch, she might have known what to expect, see what Schneider had planned for her. But Kainé is still keeping her gaze hidden, so it's no wonder she's caught off guard by being drawn in like that, being given such thorough attention. She's already fraying at the seams.]
Yeah... [She breathes.] You are. [It's more than just that, of course: Yeah, it feels good. Yeah, she's doing a good job. It's almost too good, almost impossible to stand.
The hands on her thighs do their job of steadying her, but they also keep Kainé from losing control. It's just enough pressure to keep her from succumbing to the impulse to buck her hips forward or to tighten her hand in soft locks of hair and drag Schneider down harder. The gentler parts that live inside her still dwell alongside force and roughness. Kainé groans, fingers tightening, then moves to bite down on the thumb of her free hand, stifling any further noise.]
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Oh, so you know.
[She rolls her hips against Kaine's lap, humming with a pleased noise as she nuzzles her way, mouthing along the curve of Kaine's breast. Hopefully, there were less tights and layers to get in her way this time]
That's right. Once I catch something, I don't intend on letting go.
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"Catch" something? [Kainé chuckles, head tilted back against the couch. Her hands keep Schneider rocking against her; it's not enough to get her too excited yet, but every roll sends molten electricity through her veins.] I'm not your fish. But I'm...
[Hers, at least for right now. And even if it's just for right now, the mark that's left won't go away. She fidgets more the lower Schneider's mouth moves, but not enough to distract from her positive coo in response to the warm heat moving over her breast.]
I like that. Touch me there.
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So this is what you enjoy? What else?
[ Kaine is hers, even if it's just for the moment. And she's always been very good at making sure what is hers feels valued, has every consideration paid to their wants and needs.
Schneider's clothes are Kaine's problem at the moment because she's deftly undoing Kaine's top with no thought of giving Kaine helping hand with her own stockings and buckles]
courtesy nsfw warning ig
What else she likes? Her mind is a little hazy, thoughts muted behind the delicate noises she makes while Schneider works at her chest. She's almost dazed when she sits up enough for her cropped sweater to come off, legs dropping enough that Schneider doesn't have to turn herself into a pretzel just to reach her chest while sitting in her lap. Little, soft, unspoken movements in between all the handsiness.]
Your hands are are good. In my hair, but just about anywhere else, I'm not complaining.
[For someone who's surrounded herself with violence and who has no problem being rough in bed, there's something so alluring and soft about Schneider's hands. She wants her fingers in her mouth, wants them inside her - things that feel too secret and too profane to ask for.]
lsmaosos can't be stopped
So here, hm?
[She gives a proprietary squeeze as she presses another kiss against Kaine's breast. She's moving further down now, hands caress her abdomen and over her ass]
And here?
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[Her back arches; she presses herself up and into the touches, then lifts herself off the couch enough to accommodate the hand that caresses the top of her ass. But when Schneider's mouth pauses on her breast, Kainé stops fussing with the dress she's working to tug down, too. She slides her hand up and around, cups her hand beneath Schneider's neck, and brings her in for another kiss before her lips can follow the path of her hands.
When things are at their full intensity, she feels strong with her, but this... it makes her feel pretty and wanted, like there's something about her body to appreciate that Schneider has somehow discovered and latched onto. For just a moment, she doesn't feel like she needs to defend herself or like there's anything that needs to be defended.]
What do you want? [What can she even give her, in their circumstances?]
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Maybe I feel generous. I like to give sometimes too. Will you let me?
[Let her admire and appreciate this beautiful woman, and everything about her. Maybe for once she can take her time and appreciate things for what they are]
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Sure, go ahead. Even when you're saying you're gonna spoil me, you're demanding. [She leans back a little more casually on the couch, though her eyes drag down Schneider's body in her lap. Even with the dress and hose still in place, there's plenty to look at. Since she got her attention for the kiss already, her hand slips up to tangle in the fine curls behind Schneider's ear. Her hand tightens there, as do the muscles in her stomach as Schneider reaches down lower, soft sounds of pleasure indicating that she is enjoying this. She tenses a little, the thought coming quickly to her.]
... You shouldn't go down on me, though. You don't have to deal with that.
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"Don't have to deal with that"? [A lift of her eyebrow, and a bemused smile. She thinks she's slowly coming to understand the many little ways Kaine felt very vulnerable in her own body] Whatever do you mean?
[She presses a kiss to Kaine's neck again, her hands inching lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her bottoms, but pauses there as if seeking permission to continue]
I think I'll enjoy every bit of this.
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It's at odds with everything else about how Schneider has treated her the entire time. She's always been more understanding than Kainé deserved, even when they were at odds with each other. She's always made Kainé...want to stay. That she's so worried about this, that she cares what Schneider might think, that she cares about her... it's so dangerous.] God, you're always so fucking smooth about it.
[Kainé's fingers twist that fine auburn hair around themselves, catching a lock or two of Schneider's curls in between her knuckles. She lifts up just enough to let her hands get further, and when she touches Schenider again it's to feel her chest, not lingering on her breast but instead the different placement of her heartbeat. She doesn't know when things slowed down like this, tender instead of fierce. Maybe it's her fault.] Okay... [again.] Show me, then. Please. Whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like it.
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[There's something grounding about the way Kaine tugs at her hair and she arches into it, Kaine's hand, so steady and warm. This is real, not a figment of her imagination, wondering what it was like to have someone hold on and mean it.
But that's dangerous territory too. So Schneider smiles, presses a kiss to Kaine's lips and then moves back down over her body, sliding off her lap to press hot, teasing kisses down her stomach, tugging her pants off entirely with deft fingers. It's hardly Schneider's first time doing something like this, but it is strange to be doing it so intimately with care and affection when Schneider hardly had any within her to hand out anymore.
But she strokes Kaine's length slowly, then a little more firmly, eyes trained on Kaine's expression to look for any signs of discomfort before she ducks down to take her into her mouth]
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When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
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Like this...? [Schneider smiles wider and sucks at the head, taking her time.]
Mmm...I just am.
[She's special, she'd be the first to say blithely. Unlucky. But mostly, she knows how she wants the people she likes to feel. And she likes Kaine. So it all logically lined up she knew what to do, no? Let the moment guide her]
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Yeah... [She breathes.] You are. [It's more than just that, of course: Yeah, it feels good. Yeah, she's doing a good job. It's almost too good, almost impossible to stand.
The hands on her thighs do their job of steadying her, but they also keep Kainé from losing control. It's just enough pressure to keep her from succumbing to the impulse to buck her hips forward or to tighten her hand in soft locks of hair and drag Schneider down harder. The gentler parts that live inside her still dwell alongside force and roughness. Kainé groans, fingers tightening, then moves to bite down on the thumb of her free hand, stifling any further noise.]