( 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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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.