( this isn't exactly new, but it feels like it's been long enough that it might as well be. she doesn't touch people like this, doesn't let them touch her. julian isn't her first encounter in the city, but he's the first that's had a hand on her waist.
her head tilts in time with the mouth skimming along her neck, and the grip in his hair tightens to keep him there. that question feels loaded. laura wants, but 'everything' isn't the answer that julian is looking for and she's not sure that it's one she's ready to give, either. )
Take your clothes off.
( her breath hitches around the words, and laura doesn't make any effort to help, or move off of him. she raises up slightly on her knees, gives him a little space to work but not much. julian is still very much caged in. )
( it's fine. he prefers it this way. likes being caged in by laura, having her weight above him and her fingers gripping into his hair hard enough to sting. he smirks, but the effect of it doesn't quite get across as much as he'd like, because there's a flush that's spreading across his cheeks, the tips of his ears. he keeps a hand on laura's waist, the other--moves without the rest of his arm, grabs onto the bottom of his shirt to start lifting it off. once it's at his shoulders, he pulls both arms through while keeping the hand on laura's waist. leaves the shirt on over his neck because he can't quite pull it off all the way when his mouth is busy and when her fingers are in his hair.
it's fine. he doesn't mind it like this. julian leaves the shirt there, lowers his head to mouth along where laura's neck meets her shoulder. gently nips at the skin there, while he moves the hand off of his shirt to start pulling at his belt. )
( she's reluctant to pull away for any length of time, especially not when julian's teeth drag light across her skin and laura huffs out some appreciated sound in return. but there's not really another option β actually there is, but she doesn't really want to cut their shirts off just because she likes the feel of julian's hair gripped in her hand.
she gives it a tug to pull him back, and the reason why is quickly clear. laura lets go of his hair and tugs the shirt off of his neck, dropped carelessly behind her just as quickly. her hands find the hem of her own shirt and she pulls it up and off, no efforts made to tease or drag it out. her hands come back up, cup his cheeks. laura pauses briefly like she wants to say something, but it's easier to just drag him into another kiss. harder this time, more demanding. )
( he never thought they'd get here. laura pulls back for a moment, dislodges his mouth but pulls off his shirt and hers and holy fuck. julian tips his head down so he can--start mouthing along exposed skin but laura grabs hold of him, drags him into another kiss and he's giving another, louder moan against her mouth as he presses into the kiss, lets her take whatever she decides she needs and presses back just as hard.
drops his arms down to wrap them back around her, bare forearms wrapping around her midsection, trying to hold her tight against him before he remembers he was in the middle of something, and--refocuses his attention on pulling his belt loose, pulls it out of beltloops and presses his heels against the floor to lift his hips up so he can--pull the button loose on his jeans, pull down the zipper and start yanking those down.
the position makes it a little tricky, as does julian's pretty distinct lack of an ability to concentrate. small movements with telekinesis requires brain power, and julian's too busy distracted by laura kissing him, laura pressing against him, her weight above him to focus. )
( it's all a little more intense when it's her bare skin pressed against his, and she's distracted winding an arm around julian's neck to drag him in closer and keep him there. let him worry about the logistical nightmare that is trying to drag pants off when laura isn't willing to let him break long enough to just quickly whip them off.
it's different, because it's julian. but it's different, because there's not unwilling aphrodisiacs lingering in her system or city provided 'suggestions'. the deadline is hardly looming. it's different, because when laura drops her other hand to drag down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, it's because she wants to. )
Julian, ( it sounds more like a moan when she says his name, words murmured against his mouth. despite the fact that need and desire claws at her in a way that leaves her just a little breathless, laura still smirks, amused. ) hurry up. I want you to touch me.
( laura knows it's a little difficult to strip when they're like this, he's betting she's doing this on purpose. especially when she murmurs against his mouth, when she moans his name against his lips and he's--biting down on the inside of his cheek to stifle the sound that threatens to escape his lips.
grins instead moments later, leaning forward to press his lips against the center of laura's collar, then trails his mouth down. )
You're not making it easy to get shit off, you know.
( but he doesn't need to strip down to touch her, to taste her. to drag his tongue across the top of one breast, then lower his mouth to nip at the skin between them. his stomach trembles when her fingers slip down, but he doesn't--move to stop her. just shimmies his hips a bit to shove the jeans off of his legs, pulling boxers down along with them. )
( an easy grin slips onto her face then, as she tips her head back and lets his mouth trail lower. an extremely unusual sight in this city, where laura has worn a permanent scowl etched across her brow for almost a month.
she could probably tease him out more β might still, actually, β but laura isn't exactly the poster child for patience. pretty much as soon as his underwear is down far enough laura slides her hand down further to palm over him, wrapping her fingers loosely around the base of his cock as she drags his head towards a nipple. now there's the matter of getting rid of her own remaining clothes, but...she's distracted. )
( he's already hard; already a little desperate, with laura pressed over him and her fingers trailing across his ski. so it's no surprise when those same fingers wrap around him that julian--has a hard as fuck time holding onto himself. gasps soft against her skin, hips pressing up to roll into hand.
remembers that this isn't about him and follows the pull of her hands on his head. huffs out a small sound as he--moves his mouth over her nipple, presses the flat of his tongue against it before he's sucking it into his mouth with a low hum. )
( the moan he tugs out of her is louder this time, head dropping back as he licks and sucks and arching her chest up closer to julian. laura doesn't...enjoy herself, really, not like this. not for a long time, but her breath stutters and she wants more.
she strokes him slowly, a tease more than anything satisfying. it's doing it for her just as much to see him like this, bucking up into her palm, trying to get more. )
I need toβ ( she starts, breathier than she'd like. she tightens the grip on his hair like it's going to help her organise her thoughts. ) my pants.
( despite that, she doesn't make any effort to let him go, or pull back at all. )
( he doesn't want to let go. doesn't want to give her space, doesn't want to pull back so she can strip even if he wants her pants out of his way more than he wants anything else in this moment. julian curses under his breath, moves a hand up to press fingers against her ribs and gently put a little distance between them, even as he leans into her to press his lips along her collar, over her shoulder, following her even when he pushes. )
God, Laura. ( his voice sounds wrecked, coarse and broken as he shudders, green flickering around them as he uses his telekinesis to pull at the button on her pants, the zipper. pulls them down, with an energy field that feels very much like a pair of hands but isn't. it's just--pressure. )
( it's the strangest sensation, hands at her pants even as she can feel his arms around her waist. it's not bad though, the reminder that it's julian underneath here, even if the way he groans in her ear means she can't possibly forget. laura's head rocks back as his mouth moves over her skin, but right as her breath hitches she tugs him back. plants both hands on his chest and pushes him away slightly.
there's something an awful lot like a smirk on her face when she tilts her head back down to look at him, though. )
( she doesn't have to tell him twice. lie down, and julian's shifting his hips so he can lie flat against the sofa. it's not the most roomy place to make out on, but it does feel a little safer here than it would have if they'd gone off to julian's room. it's--shared territory, an open space, not as heavy as making out in his room would have been.
julian's careful not to dislodge her, not to move suddenly enough to cause her to fall because he--doesn't want this to end. doesn't want to make it awkward. and once he's down flat, he's--tipping his chin up a bit, eyes focused on laura's own. )
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her head tilts in time with the mouth skimming along her neck, and the grip in his hair tightens to keep him there. that question feels loaded. laura wants, but 'everything' isn't the answer that julian is looking for and she's not sure that it's one she's ready to give, either. )
Take your clothes off.
( her breath hitches around the words, and laura doesn't make any effort to help, or move off of him. she raises up slightly on her knees, gives him a little space to work but not much. julian is still very much caged in. )
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it's fine. he doesn't mind it like this. julian leaves the shirt there, lowers his head to mouth along where laura's neck meets her shoulder. gently nips at the skin there, while he moves the hand off of his shirt to start pulling at his belt. )
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she gives it a tug to pull him back, and the reason why is quickly clear. laura lets go of his hair and tugs the shirt off of his neck, dropped carelessly behind her just as quickly. her hands find the hem of her own shirt and she pulls it up and off, no efforts made to tease or drag it out. her hands come back up, cup his cheeks. laura pauses briefly like she wants to say something, but it's easier to just drag him into another kiss. harder this time, more demanding. )
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drops his arms down to wrap them back around her, bare forearms wrapping around her midsection, trying to hold her tight against him before he remembers he was in the middle of something, and--refocuses his attention on pulling his belt loose, pulls it out of beltloops and presses his heels against the floor to lift his hips up so he can--pull the button loose on his jeans, pull down the zipper and start yanking those down.
the position makes it a little tricky, as does julian's pretty distinct lack of an ability to concentrate. small movements with telekinesis requires brain power, and julian's too busy distracted by laura kissing him, laura pressing against him, her weight above him to focus. )
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it's different, because it's julian. but it's different, because there's not unwilling aphrodisiacs lingering in her system or city provided 'suggestions'. the deadline is hardly looming. it's different, because when laura drops her other hand to drag down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, it's because she wants to. )
Julian, ( it sounds more like a moan when she says his name, words murmured against his mouth. despite the fact that need and desire claws at her in a way that leaves her just a little breathless, laura still smirks, amused. ) hurry up. I want you to touch me.
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grins instead moments later, leaning forward to press his lips against the center of laura's collar, then trails his mouth down. )
You're not making it easy to get shit off, you know.
( but he doesn't need to strip down to touch her, to taste her. to drag his tongue across the top of one breast, then lower his mouth to nip at the skin between them. his stomach trembles when her fingers slip down, but he doesn't--move to stop her. just shimmies his hips a bit to shove the jeans off of his legs, pulling boxers down along with them. )
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( an easy grin slips onto her face then, as she tips her head back and lets his mouth trail lower. an extremely unusual sight in this city, where laura has worn a permanent scowl etched across her brow for almost a month.
she could probably tease him out more β might still, actually, β but laura isn't exactly the poster child for patience. pretty much as soon as his underwear is down far enough laura slides her hand down further to palm over him, wrapping her fingers loosely around the base of his cock as she drags his head towards a nipple. now there's the matter of getting rid of her own remaining clothes, but...she's distracted. )
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remembers that this isn't about him and follows the pull of her hands on his head. huffs out a small sound as he--moves his mouth over her nipple, presses the flat of his tongue against it before he's sucking it into his mouth with a low hum. )
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she strokes him slowly, a tease more than anything satisfying. it's doing it for her just as much to see him like this, bucking up into her palm, trying to get more. )
I need toβ ( she starts, breathier than she'd like. she tightens the grip on his hair like it's going to help her organise her thoughts. ) my pants.
( despite that, she doesn't make any effort to let him go, or pull back at all. )
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God, Laura. ( his voice sounds wrecked, coarse and broken as he shudders, green flickering around them as he uses his telekinesis to pull at the button on her pants, the zipper. pulls them down, with an energy field that feels very much like a pair of hands but isn't. it's just--pressure. )
You're--gorgeous. You know that, right? Fuck.
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there's something an awful lot like a smirk on her face when she tilts her head back down to look at him, though. )
Lie down.
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julian's careful not to dislodge her, not to move suddenly enough to cause her to fall because he--doesn't want this to end. doesn't want to make it awkward. and once he's down flat, he's--tipping his chin up a bit, eyes focused on laura's own. )
Whatever you want, I'm here.