xistentia | 2 Truths And A Lie; Daemon: Apollod

[He can't help but laugh when he reads that; not very loudly, but she might still catch it.]

It's a tough call, but after much deliberation... I'm going to have to guess 3.

[ She does hear it, actually, and it makes her smile grow that much more. They're such dorks.

She loves it. She loves him. ]

ding ding ding!!
you are the winner
you should come get your prize

[ Well, that wasn't suggestive at all. ]

[Oh no, not at all. Nor is the way he doesn't respond to the text, just pads through the house like a dragon on the prowl - though the surprise might be ruined by Zeymahd's skree! of protest when he's removed from Vanyel's lap.

Either way, Vanyel finds her in pretty short order, settles in as close as he can and automatically reels her in for a kiss - then has the nerve, when he pulls back, to ask]

So what is my prize, anyway? [In the most innocent tone and with the most innocent expression he can manage. Like he doesn't have about a billion filthy ideas in his head at any given moment.]

[ Her sensitive ears pick up that tiny, disgruntled squawk from Zeymahd. He'll find her in the kitchen, inconspicuously sipping tea as she leans against part of the counter top. She sets down the little cup soon as he enters the room and smiles slyly as he winds his arm around her, when their lips meet.

He pulls away and she can't help but give a laugh at that feigned innocence. Of course she knows him much better than that. His mind has likely supplied ideas and then some for what his so-called 'prize' is.

Coincidentally, so has hers. ]

Hmmm, [ she hums, like she actually has to think about it. She'll wiggle to give a little space between them then hoist herself up easily so that she's sitting now on the counter. It puts them at almost the same height and she straddles his waist with her legs now. ] How about a prize we can both enjoy?

[He grins when his antics manage to make her laugh, but quickly drops it since it's served its purpose at this point.

Instead, he steals another kiss once she gets herself settled on the counter, letting it linger for a few moments.]

I like that idea. [He murmurs once the kiss breaks, letting his hands trail up along her thighs.] Trouble is, I can think of quite a few things that would qualify. So, what do you suggest?

[ She's happy to let the kiss last long as he wants, smiling as she stays close. She gives a contended sigh at the run of his hands along her thighs, wiggling a little in- Anticipation, maybe? It's no secret how impatient Rose can be once she gets into a mood. ]

Well, I think we both know what my favorite thing is. Though it is your prize, so of course I'd make it worth your while too.

[ Though- ]

I know I should probably consider it more unsanitary than sexy to think about you going down on me right here, but. Is it bad that I still want it anyway?

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[No, it's no secret - but it's not as if he has much room to talk on that score, either. So he just smiles at that wriggling, resting his forehead against hers.]

We do indeed. And that might well be prize enough [given that he could quite happily spend hours with his head between her thighs, and all] but of course I wouldn't complain if you wanted to reciprocate.

[He goes quiet, then, giving every appearance of seriously considering the question.] Well... [There go his hands, skimming down her thighs and right back up again.] I suppose moving is an option - though we might not make it all the way to the bedroom. Or, we'll just have to clean this counter very thoroughly afterward.

Your choice. [He says, even as he starts to sink to his knees.]

[ She's always happy to reciprocate. Much as she enjoys the things he does for her, Rose equally enjoys giving back in spades. She bites her bottom lip at the run of his hands along her thighs. Ugh. It hasn't been long, knowing them, but she still practically aches for his touch every time they start up. ]

Right here, [ she decides, which. He also kind of helped in that decision, making the move down to his knees so smoothly. How could she resist that? ] I'll just have to be. Careful, I guess.

[ Marble counters are harder to hold onto than sheets, after all. ]

[No, it hasn't been long at all. But that doesn't stop him from wanting more, always.

So he smiles up at her now, making quick work of the button and zipper of her jeans.] I won't let you fall. [He promises as he eases them down, along with her underwear. Once they're out of the way, his hands settle on her hips.

Then he leans in, licking her up and down so that his nose nudges her clit with each pass.]

[ Her heart flutters in her chest at the way he assures her she won't fall. She knows she won't with him, trusts him more than she ever thought she could trust anyone. Rose wriggles out of her pants easily, absolutely giddy at the idea of just going at it right here. The idea that their desire for each other is just so strong they can't wait to take it somewhere more appropriate.

Then her heart flutters again for an entirely different reason, which is his hot breath between her thighs and tongue rolling along slick skin. The blond gives a delighted peep at the sensation; it's followed swiftly by a throatier, approving moan. One hand grips the edge of the counter while the fingers of her other tentatively run through his hair. ]

[To be fair, it's not as if this -just going at it wherever they happen to be, no matter how inappropriate a setting it is- is entirely new territory. The resort where they spent her birthday weekend springs to mind. Specifically, the beach where they'd very nearly been caught doing exactly this.

He sighs happily at the first taste of her, taking just a moment to savor it before he really gets to work. The hand in his hair draws a pleased hum out of him, the sound creating gentle vibrations against the sensitive skin under his lips. And all the while, his hands stay on her hips, holding her steady and secure.]

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[ Well, of course! But that had been a special occassion. It had also been a hot and heavy weekend to start but this was just... This was just them. In their home. Simple, easy, domestic, and almost all the sexier for it. She also admits that while the prospect of being caught was exciting, the reality had been a lot more mortifying than she anticipated.

The blond gives another delighted squeak at those vibrations; her breath comes in shallow, shuddering waves as he continues to work. The counter is cold beneath her but the warmth of his hands on her hips and heat between her thighs is more than enough to keep her satisfied. Rose tilts her head back and moans properly, finally.

The grip on his hair tightens. ]

[He has a slightly different perspective on their nearly getting caught - but as she well knows by now, he has a bit of an exhibitionist streak and nothing even remotely resembling shame.

But the lack of potential witnesses doesn't mean he enjoys this any less. He always enjoys doing this for her, whenever and wherever she'll let him. Her tighter grip on his hair just spurs him on to delve deeper, linger over the most sensitive spots. And it drags a low moan out of him, causing more of those vibrations she was just enjoying so much.]

[ He doesn't. It's one of the things she loves about him, even if she's not yet so inclined to share that same interest. Maybe someday the thrill of it will outweigh the risk of mortification; for now, however, she's content to keep their business behind closed doors. Or at home on their countertops, as it were. ]

Gods, jeez-

[ she can't help but blurt out, another moan escaping shortly after. One of her legs rests on his shoulder but the other kicks out slightly before hooking back to plant her foot against one of the kitchen drawers. ] Right there, [ she urges, feeling her body tense under his tongue and a familiar spikes of pleasure surging through her body bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. ]

[And he, of course, will never pressure her. If and when she's ready to try it, they can; if that day never comes... well, it might be a tad disappointing. But only a tad, since they'll still be getting up things like this regardless.

He smiles against her and presses closer, following the direction he's been given. A fresh rush of wetness hits his tongue, and he strokes a hand down her thigh briefly, then back up to settle on her hip again, thumb stroking lightly over the curve of it. He can feel her drawing closer and closer to her orgasm too, and it only spurs him on all the more.]

[ For the foreseeable future, they'll always be getting up to things of this nature. Rose will gladly see to that. For as long as Vanyel will have her and find her desirable, she will always make sure they're up to something fun. With Dibella as her witness. ]

Oh, please, [ she sighs, voice climbing an octave or two. It isn't long before her breath catches and she lets out a keen sound of pleasure; her body and grip tenses tightly as she shudders. There's white spots behind her eyes as euphoria floods through her body. She tingles for a moment from her head down to her toes.

The blond lets out a long, slow breath. Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks down at him, gaze sultry in a way she doesn't even realize. ] Get up here and in me already, [ she says, a little commanding but she's still too addled by orgasm to be truly demanding. ]

[If he has anything to say about it, that will be a very long time indeed. The phrase 'the rest of their lives' (or at least his) might have crossed his mind a time or two.

But for the moment, he's entirely focused on the present, the way her breath catches, her grip tightens and her muscles tense. The way her juices flood her mouth as he keeps lapping, easing off only as her trembling fades and her breathing starts to even out before finally drawing away with one last kiss to her thigh.

He looks up from between her legs, and the sultry look she levels at him is enough to make his breath catch in turn.] Yes, ma'am [he breathes, easing her leg off his shoulder and standing. One hand slips off her hip to undo his trousers and push them down, freeing her cock.

His lips meet hers as he slips inside, sharing the taste of her juices between them.]

[ Rose might still struggle with that level of commitment, but- Forever is so far away, isn't it? She doesn't want to think about that right now. Instead, all she wants to think about is that hot kiss to her her thigh, then to her lips after her command.

She likes the taste of it, certainly. But she likes the way 'ma'am' tastes more coming from his lips. Rose could get used to that sound of that. Or mistress, maybe. It's something to consider for later,
at least. ]

Oh, gods, [ she moans into their kiss as he slides inside of her. She's still sensitive, body barely coming down for her first orgasm before being awash again in pleasure. Her arms hook around his neck, legs straddling his hips now to pull him closer and allow him to plunge that much deeper into her. ]

[It's not foremost on his mind right now either - he's much more focused on the taste of her lips, the feel of her still-quivering muscles as he slides into her.

He sighs into the kiss, one arm wrapping securely around her waist, the other hand skimming up her side to cup her breast.

When he starts to move, his thrusts are deep thanks to the angle, but not especially fast or hard yet. Though of course, that will change the moment she asks for it to. Honestly, if she asked at a moment like this, he'd call her 'mistress' in a heartbeat.]

[ He's so warm in all the right types of ways. From his smile to his touch, to just- Everything. She so easily gets lost in it. In him. She always did appreciate the sun more than most though coming from a land of eternal snow.

A decidedly pleased, keen noise passes her lips as he starts to thrust into her. Her pitch is just an octave or so higher than her usual tone. This angle is interesting, new. They'll have to do it again, she thinks, because damn does it feel good. But he knows how much she likes to indulge so between breathless kisses, ] Harder.

[ Emphasized by the dig of her nails into his skin like she's bracing herself for more force. She kisses him again, hungrier than any before. ]

[Oh, he likes that sound, enough that he trails his kisses down along her jaw and neck instead in order to hear better when she makes more of them.

And as always, she asks and he obeys, starting to fuck into her harder the moment she asks for it. He makes a soft, throaty sound as her nails dig into his skin, letting his teeth graze her throat in response.

His arm tightens around her, and since he does know just how much she likes to indulge, the hand on her breast cups it properly, thumb circling and grazing over her nipple.]

[ He doesn't have to wait long to hear it; the second there's more force behind his thrust is when she makes similarly needy noises in quick succession. The pressure of her grip only tightens, an effort to steady herself against the snap of his hips and pleasure flooding her because of it. ]

Yes, [ she breathes out. ] Yes, yes, please. [ She's gotten more vocal in their time together, knowing full well how much it spurs him on. And just like her home in Eudio, they're isolated enough from others that she can get away with it shamelessly.

She shudders at the feeling of his thumb against his nipple, the teeth dragging along her skin. She can already feel a coiling in her stomach for the second time, a bunching of her muscles as she indulges her so. ]

[He makes a low, needy sound as her grip tightens, hips snapping forward reflexively. Spurred on, as always, by her cries, her pleasure feeding into his own.

His grip tightens in turn as she shudders against him, thumb rolling over her nipple again and hips continuing to snap forward. He can feel her muscles starting to twitch and clench around him again already, and that spurs him on as much as her moans do.

It isn't going to be too much longer before he comes himself, but he's determined to see her come for a second time before he lets himself go. Loathe, as ever, to leave her hanging, even if she's already come once thus far.]

[ She'll continue to encourage him with a symphony of sex sounds. With desperate, fervent kisses and an even harsher still dig of her fingernails into his skin. Not enough to draw blood but certainly close. It's likely enough to scratch if they were to jerk or move too suddenly, certainly. ]

I'm, I'm- [ That second 'm' elongates into a strained hum as stars dot her vision. The pleasure of a second orgasm rolls through her body causing her to tense suddenly. Mission accomplished. ]

[And encourage him it does, every last bit of it. The state he's in, even the bite of her nails into his skin is a pleasure.

So he returns those kisses with interest, keeps going as she starts to tremble and that second 'I'm-' elongates into something between a hum and a moan. And when she comes for the second time, he's not far behind her in reaching that peak.]

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