[ to be qi'ra is to command attention and power and to be the one in control at all times. to have someone sweep her, quite literally, off her feet is something that doesn't happen. it just doesn't, not ever, so it takes her by surprise - something that's both visible and audible when she gasps.
the kiss is necessary to silence objections, but she gives in easily. cupping his face, the kiss turns sweet, before she releases him so he doesn't trip up her stairs. tt the top, she nods in the direction of the room, still watching his face as if she's unsure why she's allowing this.
she's not sure, but that's something else, entirely. ]
I can walk.
[ not a complaint, clearly. an observation, before she places a kiss just at his temple. ]
[ He lets the kiss end because he does need to navigate and make sure he doesn't accidentally hurt Qi'ra, but his little grin doesn't disappear. He's feeling good, suddenly but with good reason, and he's not going to hide that right now. ]
Walking is overrated.
[ He counters in this way before nudging her bedroom door all the way open with his foot and entering. He doesn't take the time now to admire how extravagant the room surely is, judging from the house itself, and instead heads straight to the bed. He lays Qi'ra down upon it. ]
she doesn't say it because now isn't the time. in her youth, shoving and scrabbling were the kinds of gestures that happened and, in her adult life, the touches were far less gentle. but this? this is new and she doesn't want to admit that in this moment. it feels vulnerable. ]
A very long time. [ she looks at him and gives a coy smile. ] It will be difficult for me to ride you if you're not in this bed with me.
[ He grins, thinking little of her answer to his question and instead focusing on the clear invitation. He toes off his shoes and climbs onto the bed atop of her at first. Bracing himself above her, he leans in to kiss her. It's downright sweet at first blush, but quickly rises in heat as it progresses.
One hand travels down to her hip, then moves up her body, over her belly and ribs, settling at her breast which he caresses, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her clothes. ]
[ having known that he was coming, qi'ra isn't wearing a bra and her body responds to that touch, her nipple tightening under his thumb. the way the fabric moves over it is as much an arousal as the way he touches her and she arches into the kiss, bringing her own hand up and against the back of his head. for someone who'd been new to all of this when he'd arrived, he's been a very quick learner.
she appreciates it.
it's easy for her to lean up, shrug her shoulders out of the top of the jumpsuit, and let it fall down her arms. leaving her breasts exposed to him, she breaks the kiss and gives him a look, sucking her bottom lip in briefly before giving a small instruction. ]
[ He is an exceedingly good student when he puts his mind to it and by now he has had a bit of practice. He takes the quiet responses of her body as encouragement, not to move too fast but to continue as he has been.
Until she takes off the top of the jumpsuit. She breaks the kiss and he sucks in a quick breath, his hand now sliding over the warm flesh of her shoulder, her side.
He smirks faintly and dips his head to her neck to kiss. He begins to move to his knees, kissing his way down her body, leaving traces of his lips down the line between her breasts, to her belly. Then hs is on his knees and undoing the zip holding her jumpsuit in place. He slides the fabric from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. ]
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the kiss is necessary to silence objections, but she gives in easily. cupping his face, the kiss turns sweet, before she releases him so he doesn't trip up her stairs. tt the top, she nods in the direction of the room, still watching his face as if she's unsure why she's allowing this.
she's not sure, but that's something else, entirely. ]
I can walk.
[ not a complaint, clearly. an observation, before she places a kiss just at his temple. ]
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Walking is overrated.
[ He counters in this way before nudging her bedroom door all the way open with his foot and entering. He doesn't take the time now to admire how extravagant the room surely is, judging from the house itself, and instead heads straight to the bed. He lays Qi'ra down upon it. ]
Besides, when is the last time that happened?
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she doesn't say it because now isn't the time. in her youth, shoving and scrabbling were the kinds of gestures that happened and, in her adult life, the touches were far less gentle. but this? this is new and she doesn't want to admit that in this moment. it feels vulnerable. ]
A very long time. [ she looks at him and gives a coy smile. ] It will be difficult for me to ride you if you're not in this bed with me.
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One hand travels down to her hip, then moves up her body, over her belly and ribs, settling at her breast which he caresses, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her clothes. ]
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she appreciates it.
it's easy for her to lean up, shrug her shoulders out of the top of the jumpsuit, and let it fall down her arms. leaving her breasts exposed to him, she breaks the kiss and gives him a look, sucking her bottom lip in briefly before giving a small instruction. ]
Help me undress.
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Until she takes off the top of the jumpsuit. She breaks the kiss and he sucks in a quick breath, his hand now sliding over the warm flesh of her shoulder, her side.
He smirks faintly and dips his head to her neck to kiss. He begins to move to his knees, kissing his way down her body, leaving traces of his lips down the line between her breasts, to her belly. Then hs is on his knees and undoing the zip holding her jumpsuit in place. He slides the fabric from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. ]