Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-28 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, !log, !plot: ivalician nyd, arielle chiaro, aspel cassul, drake liu |
We've had our share of growing pains, what will the new year bring?
Who: Aspel, Ari, & Drake
What: New Year's night continues into New Year’s Day.
Where: Ari's flat
When: BACKDATED: New Year's (Day-ish technically~). After all of this
Rating: NC-17~. Wanna guess why? Com’mon! You know you do! (Psst, if you guessed SEX! you might be right~)
Status: Complete
Between the massive quantities of water Ari had insisted that she drink, and the still below freezing cold of the night, Aspel had sobered up some between when they left and when Ari had steered them towards her apartment. There was logic that she recognized behind the suggestion - even if she couldn't remember all that well what it was - but at the same time, she thought the bard might be up to something, and all at once, couldn't be bothered to care or have a single thought further on the entire ordeal. After all Aspel was still drunk. Just…. less drunk than before. Now she was more functionally drunk. Her steps still swayed a bit, but she could more or less speak intelligibly, and could walk. Though… Help was still beneficial up that terrible series of flights of stairs. Faram, why did Ari need to have so many stairs? Regardless, Drake was a wonderful help, and Ari - bless her, and whatever she was plotting - had already gotten open the door, ushered them inside out of the cold, and closed the door behind them. A thought flickered by regarding potentially attempting to make it home, and all it earned was a miserable groan. Even the thought of going back out in that cold was beyond woe inducing at this point. In fact, it would probably be in her best health not to go back out as she'd nearly been on the brink of shivers on the way over in the first place. While the smith didn't regret getting drunk, she loathed the side effects it did tend to have on her - greater vulnerability to cold being one of them. With that in mind, once released from whoever's grasp that happened to be closest, Aspel dipped down, stumbling through pulling off the heels she'd worn out, but still managing to successfully do so without ending up sprawled across the floor. Letting the back of the shoes swing around her finger before dropping them off to - what she thought was - the side so that they wouldn't be stepped on, Aspel swayed, heading thoughtlessly towards Ari's bed. Once a few steps away, her right hand shifted up behind her - the back of her hand against her back -, half drunkenly attempting to grope for the zipper to the back of her dress from the bottom up. Initial failure induced a huff of air, which was accompanied by a low, wordless grumble. Aspel's left hand bent upwards, allowing fingers an attempt to grab the zipper from it's position at the top, only to fail again. A hopeless whine, with both hands still bent behind her back was given. Her posture slouching ever so slightly in near defeat, even if the rebel hands remaining in place would make it look as though she hadn't given up quite yet. With a glance over her shoulder, hands still in place, the singular word would be brief, her voice having deepened a bit due to the booze, the cold, and now her own frustration. "Help..?" It was probably terrible that Ari watched the attempts to strip with amusement, without offering her aid until it was requested, but seeing Aspel, who was normally so controlled, in moments of vulnerability (even those brought on by alcohol) was a rare thing, and something she couldn’t help but enjoy just a bit. Still, the request was enough to get her moving; having kicked off her own shoes (and lost nearly five inches in the process), she approached Aspel, batting her hand out of the way if it still lingered on the zipper and saying, “Let me, darling.” She placed a kiss on Aspel’s shoulder as she drew the zipper down, light and unassuming, and addressed Drake over her shoulder (conversation, she thought, was likely the ticket to keep him here at least a little while longer while she considered how to maneuver him exactly where she wanted him). “I see,” she said, “that you did not abandon us at midnight. Go on then, admit it -- you had a nice time.” The zipper undone, she helped the drass partway down before judging that Aspel would be capable of removing it herself. “While you’re admitting that...” she added, trailing off. Her own dress had no back to it and thus the zipper was along its side; still, she shot Drake an amused look as she said, “I know you’re particularly fond of this one -- would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” He’d taken up position against the wall near the door, enjoying the view. “I will neither confirm nor deny my enjoyment,” he declared, pushing away to move to Ari. She lifted her arm to allow him the honors of unzipping her dress. Not that she couldn’t undo her own zipper, but it never hurt to indulge her. Besides, as the zipper went down the track, his fingers slid against the bare skin of her side. Advantage, thy name was Drake Liu. “But I only thought about my bed twice.” “Very impressive; clearly we entertained you well,” Ari said. “Still, you should think about my bed instead.” Direct approach first, aided by the distraction that her stepping out of her dress would surely provide. “It’s big and warm and comfortable and right here. Are you going to sleep in that?” She tugged on the hem of his shirt. With the bat from Ari, Aspel’s hands would fall out of the way, a slight huff of air being released, the noise and action nearly akin to a small child begrudgingly giving in to commands. A hand would shift, sweeping her hair out of the way - it’d gotten much longer as of late since there was no need to worry about it getting in her face, or catching fire nearly as much due to severely reduced time in the forge - and allowing her head to fall forward without a second thought. Though, it seemed as though as quickly as she’d had anyone’s attention, it was lost. Well, if they were going to be interested in entertaining each other, as far as Aspel was concerned it was the perfect time to strip naked, idly - and thoughtlessly - kicking the dress off to one side (she’d regret it in the morning) as she lost her balance. Thankfully, the bed was perfectly in the direction, and the smith simply allowed herself to flop against it. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she could simply write off the entire thing as planned all along. “Sleeping,” Aspel finally chimed in, her mind instantly going in two different directions, the severe slur of earlier gone, but her accent still heavy, and tone low. “or whatever your choice of activity may be,” The covers were mindlessly tugged at, trying to make them easier to maneuver. “would not be advisable in that.” Drake’s attention was momentarily taken away from Ari and her thieving hands to watch Aspel struggle - naked - with the sheets on Ari’s bed - again, naked. He wanted to ask if either of them had any shame, any at all, but he was suspecting that the answer would be no. “I’m not sleeping here,” he said, batting Ari’s hands away. “I’m going to go home. And be naked at home.” “It’s practically dawn,” Ari said -- a very practical argument, in her opinion. “You’re tired. You can be naked here -- or not naked here. We’ll forgive you if you’ve become suddenly modest, though I must admit I would be surprised by the development.” She took his hand, tugging him towards the bed insistently. Aspel, fortunately, had needed no urging, though her words… Ari shook her head and said, “Aspel, darling, don’t tempt me with alternative choices of activities; I may just take you up on that, and then we’ll certainly be awake long after the sun is up.” Again, she tugged Drake determinedly after her as she crossed to the bed, intent on collapsing upon it and dragging him with her. “For Faram’s sake.” Aspel huffed the words out, before shifting into a laid back position - having forgotten about the covers for the time being - leaving herself propped up on her elbows after hearing Drake’s words, and Ari’s rebuttal. Though, it made everything seem to make all that much more sense. Or did it? Faram, it was nearly impossible to tell at this juncture, but her alcohol muddled mind may have assured some connections… Or at least, Aspel was fairly sure it had. "You act as if I had not fucked you both before." Whoops. Well… That was out. Ari’s gasp at the choice of language turned into an incredulous laugh. Well, she was drunk, wasn’t she; some allowances had to be made. “I’m not,” she pointed out. “Drake, stop being ridiculous and come to bed. What kind of man,” she asked, giving him a rather incredulous look, “refuses to get into bed with two naked women?” One more tug -- he stood firm, unaffected. “And why are you so heavy?” “I.” He stood there with his mouth slightly open. It wasn’t like Ari didn’t know, but did Aspel really have to put it like that? “Home. Home is good. I like home.” He was babbling, still in shock. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes bounced back and forth between the two naked women who wanted to get him into bed. Any other day, this wouldn’t have been an issue. “Besides, wouldn’t want to” oh Faram “get in the way of other activities.” Who was he kidding? He wanted to be involved in those other activities. Aspel’s head canted off to one side, an eyebrow quirked at Drake. “For the love of…” A sigh as her eyes landed on Ari, a look of frustration clearly not meant for the other woman, but being shared regardless. After a few seconds, her expression would soften a bit before being turned back on the monk. Another sigh, but this one less frustrated at least. “Drake,” A hand rose, reaching out towards him, a slight pout starting to form across her face. “Come to bed, love?” Oh Faram, was she pouting? This was not fair. “I…” He was trying so hard to be the gentleman - minus the open staring because he couldn’t not look at the gorgeous naked bodies of the two women he was sleeping with - but they weren’t playing by the rules. Actually, he wasn’t sure if there were any rules. “Fine,” he sighed, relenting. That was all Ari needed to hear before she dragged his shirt over his head and finally -- successfully -- got him into bed (which was, as she had claimed, quite big enough to share comfortably). She decided that letting him keep his pants and whatever shreds of dignity remained would probably be best -- there would be opportunity enough in the future to nudge him out of his sudden modesty. Because really, if all parties involved liked and enjoyed each other, why not? “Your pout works better than mine,” she told Aspel thoughtfully, scooting in to place a kiss upon her nose. “I think it’s exposure.” Then, to Drake: “You’ll thank us… well, maybe not in the morning, but eventually.” He grumbled good-naturedly and kicked his pants off. Briefly, he got himself out of the bed - Ari clearly hadn’t wanted to see if he changed his mind - and folded them, placing them on the nearest surface. No point in letting them wrinkle. “Nope,” he told her, pulling the covers up and turning to grin at her. “Never.” An appreciative lingering gaze was given over Drake's torso. Faram did that man have the nicest abs. A contented sigh easily followed once they both climbed into bed, a smile - perhaps with the slightly hint of devilish intent - beginning to form across her lips. "Mm." Was the agreement given to Ari's assessment of the situation as her nose crinkled up a bit at the kiss. However, once Drake had climbed into bed, Aspel scooted over her hand raising up to allow a finger to linger over the far side of Ari's jawline, before hooking under her chin, attempting to divert the woman's attention in her direction. "Now," With Ari's attention, Aspel leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Regarding those alternative actives." With that, the smith would attempt to put a slow, lingering kiss against the bard's lips, and deepening it if she were allowed. This of course, as her arm nearest to the inside stretched out, to reach towards Drake in hopes of perhaps getting a nice trail of fingers over those lovely abs of his. The kiss was a surprise -- though considering Aspel’s earlier behavior, perhaps it shouldn’t have been -- but Ari still returned it eagerly, one hand resting against Aspel’s cheek. It was warm and not entirely unfamiliar, but all things considered, when she had set her expectations for the end of the evening, this hadn’t been on the list. If anything, she’d thought that she’d have to talk them both around to it, eventually, sometime. Trust Aspel to take her vague outline of a plan and toss it out of the metaphorical window. When the kiss, which had grown considerably more heated than the one they had shared on the rooftop, had ended, she pulled back slightly and said, with a breathy laugh, “Darling, when you offer such a tempting alternative to sleep, you know I wouldn’t turn you down.” Drake, though… Well, considering how difficult he’d been just to get into bed, he might actually be stupid and bolt now, which would be extremely unfortunate, all things considered. Okay, maybe staying was a good idea. He turned onto his side, wrapping one arm around Ari’s waist, letting his fingers trail over the soft skin. Aspel’s fingers had found his stomach and were exploring them even as she focused on kissing Ari. They broke apart and Drake brushed Ari’s hair from her shoulder before leaning in and placing a kiss on the skin. Slowly, he let his lips kiss up the side of her neck, lightly nipping at her ear. The hand that had rested on Ari’s waist reached out to touch Aspel. "Then let us not start." Another kiss, this one allowed to linger but a moment before her hand slipped down, away from Drake's abs, the fingers moving to caress over his arm and to his hand before interlocking fingers with him, and giving a light pull. "Come here." Shifting, she'd move to lean over Ari, attempting to lure Drake into a kiss much like she had the bard just moments before. Drake went along with the tug willingly, propping himself up so he could kiss Aspel without crushing Ari. He could taste the faint trace of alcohol as he slid his tongue past her lips. He unlaced his fingers from Aspel’s and slid his hand up Ari’s chest, cupping one breast and flicking his thumb over her nipple. It would be a little tricky, but he was determined to not leave either of them out if they were going to do this. That Drake had decided to play along -- without the need for coercion, even! -- only meant that she wouldn’t need to waste time talking him into this in future. Really, was there any better way to ring in a new year? Who needed sleep? Far from being crushed, she found that she was more than content with being pressed between them this way, ducking her head down out of the way (a perfect opportunity to give some attention to the skin beneath Aspel’s collar bone), a small sigh escaping when his hand found her breast. Her own hand sought out the ridged edge of the brand across Aspel’s hipbone, stroking with a feather-light touch. Aspel shifted again when Drake obliged, using her elbow to prop herself up a bit better, an attempt at consideration for Ari really which only left the hand she’d used to pull the monk in for much of anything else. However, with Drake’s hand removed from her own, it was now left free to linger. Really, as his hand had moved up, the only natural state was - of course - for hers to move down. Wouldn’t want any awkward elbow bumping to ruin something that seemed like it ought to be fun so early on. With that thought, along with consideration for room - it was amazing how well her brain still was managing to function between the mixed hazes of spirits, lust, and addiction (she always had been so weak to her addictions) - Aspel’s hand fell down, fingers coming to rest against Ari’s thigh. It was easy from here, to allow them to casually fan out, and caress upwards, towards the bard’s body. That was of course, until the feel of fingers against her hip came into play, and the kiss with Drake was broken off on a ragged moan, and her own fingers tensed against midway up Ari’s inner thigh. Drake blinked, slightly out of sorts, when Aspel pulled away. His gaze dropped to find Ari’s fingers stroking Aspel’s brand and he smiled. He hadn’t realized how sensitive it was the first time they’d slept together - he’d thought she’d just been caught up in everything - but he was careful to make note of it. (The last two times had been quicker, not leaving much time to explore.) He leaned over Ari’s body to suck at Aspel’s collarbone. The last thing he wanted was to silence Aspel, especially when she sounded like that. In fact, he wanted to encourage it, but the only way he could think of to do that would be to let Ari continue what she was doing, or to crawl over Ari and put his mouth where the bard’s fingers stroked. His hand moved to Ari’s other breast, dragging his blunt nail across the side of it. Ari could make Aspel sigh; he could make Ari do the same. Ari had swung one leg up over Aspel’s earlier to give the other woman better access to her thigh; when the fingers tensed upon her skin following the moan, Ari made a pleased sound low in her throat which turned into a sigh as Drake continued to touch her. She could not deny that she was very much enjoying both of them getting their hands on her. Her own hand did not cease its stroking, but she managed to turn herself until she lay flat on her back between them, freeing her other hand so that she might loop it up and around Drake’s neck, pulling him away from Aspel after a few moments to wordlessly demand a kiss of her own, this one considerably deeper and hungrier than the last they had shared. The sudden removal of Drake’s lips, along with a hard swallow helped Aspel to clear some of the haze. Pushing up with the arm that she’d propped herself up on, the smith shifted into a sitting position. This gave a better view of their shared kiss, along with allowing one hand to linger along Ari’s thigh - fingers trailing upwards feather light before turning and carressing back down - while the other gave a smooth stroke up Drake’s back. Once reaching the monk’s shoulder, nails would be turned down, digging into his skin a bit - not enough to be hurtful - before being dragged down his back, trails of red left in their wake. With that, Aspel would grasp the bard’s nearest thigh, carefully pulling it towards herself to encourage Ari to spread her legs open. This of course took place at the same time as Aspel leaned in to place a series of gentle kisses against the scratches on Drake’s back. Drake hissed, but the sound was swallowed by Ari. Reluctantly, he pulled away, placing his lips on her shoulder and trailing kisses down the front of her body. As he moved down her chest - coincidentally pushing into Aspel’s hand - he removed his hand from Ari’s breast to drag up Aspel’s chest, back down over her waist and around to the small of her back. As he nipped Ari’s hip bone, his hand moved down to cup Aspel’s ass. It seemed that for the moment, Ari would be the recipient of a large part of the attention, a circumstance which suited her perfectly. When Aspel’s hand tugged her thigh closer, she let her legs part eagerly, whimpering a bit in annoyance when Drake pulled away from her lips. The whimper died in her throat, however, as Drake’s lips proceeded down her body. Although her hipbones were not quite as sensitive as Aspel’s, the nip of Drake’s teeth had her hips rising up off the bed -- a clear invitation -- with another slight whimper, this one anything but displeased. With her head resting back against the pillow, she watched them both moving over her. They had left the light on by the door; only a bit reached here, but enough that she could thoroughly enjoy the view. With the way Drake shifted, moving down, all Aspel found she could do was sit back to some degree, enjoying the view for a moment while fingers teasingly trailed over Ari’s thigh. The notion that had struck her was set aside for a moment, her brain attempting to reassess the situation when Drake’s hand came around, earning a low moan, then a sharp gasp as her hips shifted forward with his hand on her ass. “Not kind.” Came the murmured words, nothing even remotely displeased in them, as her free hand snapped down, grabbing at his wrist to bring it away from her backside. Directing it up, Aspel would manipulate his hand so that her tongue would run up along the inside of his index finger before placing a kiss against the tip of it. “I’m always kind,” Drake replied, pulling away from Ari’s hips to grin. It took a little maneuvering - he didn’t want to accidentally knee Ari - but he managed to get around so that he was behind Aspel. “See?” His arms wrapped around her, one hand moving up to fondle her breast, the other traveling down, fingers resting on her inner thigh. His lips went to the back of her neck, and he dragged his teeth across the skin before pressing kisses against her shoulder blades. “I disagree.” A smirk followed the words, carelessly delivered as Drake moved, and she paused, waiting to assure there would be no needless collision of sorts. However, with Drake behind her, and his hands beginning to work, a low moan emerged, which would have been far more enjoyable if there wasn’t an obvious press of cloth at her back from Drake’s… Current state. A disapproving click of her tongue was given, and a hand reached back, fingers slipping underneath the waist of his boxers and beginning to push down. “No need for these.” And with those words, her other hand reached down, grasping at Ari’s hand and trying to pull the other woman up, so that she could be more easily accessed for the events that were assuredly soon to follow. The exchange earned a breathless laugh from Ari. “You could be kinder,” she said -- seeing as he seemed to have forgotten all about her for the moment. Not that she could entirely blame him for the lapse of attention; Aspel, with her tousled hair and heavy-lidded eyes, moaning under his hands, looked… Fortunately, the other woman had not forgotten her; Ari clasped the offered hand and allowed herself to be pulled up, ending up eventually on her knees, one arm draped over Aspel’s shoulders, hand tangled in her hair, lips resting against the side of her throat. She placed a kiss there, then nibbled her way up to Aspel’s ear. “Better,” she said, the word nearly a whisper. Once her other hand was released, it was her turn to skim her fingers up Aspel’s thigh, clearly intent on earning another moan. “Quite.” Aspel agreed with the bard’s assessment of the situation breathlessly, as one hand continued to work at Drake’s boxers, the other caressing up the side of Ari’s body with ease. Muscles tensed in her leg at the feeling of the other woman’s fingers, a soft moan escaping easily. With things better aligned, Aspel grabbed at Drake’s hand on her breast, removing it as her other hand - now free of pushing at his underwear - looped around Ari’s back. That arm would be used to pull the other woman closer so that their bodies nearly - but not quite - pressed together, and Drake’s hands (thankfully large) was directed - with Aspel’s hand staying over his - to slide down both of their sides as Aspel slightly leaned forward, attempting to catch Ari’s lips in a heated kiss. Well, Drake thought as Aspel guided his hands, I can work with this. He kicked off his boxers, doing his best to keep from disengaging to fold them and put them with his clothing, and moved his hands up and down the sides of the two women who were now making out. The heel of his hands brushed down Aspel’s rib cage while his fingers mirrored the movements down Ari’s. He nibbled at the inside of Ari’s wrist before catching Aspel’s earlobe between his teeth. Ari answered the kiss with eagerness, and it quickly grew deep. The distance between them that Aspel hadn’t closed, she now narrowed, pushing herself closer even as Drake’s teeth scraped across the inside of her wrist. She had not forgotten the placement of her hand, either; after a temporary respite for the sensation of Drake stroking down her side, her fingers continued their trail up until they found wet heat, stroked experimentally. After all, Aspel had been the one to initiate this tonight, and Ari was intent on ensuring that the other woman did not reconsider the wisdom of the endeavor later. And in some ways, despite her current state of inebriation, she was still directing the situation; Ari wanted that control frayed, wanted to hear Aspel gasping for breath. Surely, between the two of them, they would bring her there. With the monk’s hand having taken direction perfectly, Aspel allowed hers to fall away, slipping her arm under his on a downward stroke. That hand now free slipped around, fingers sliding back to fall upon Drake’s thigh and sliding up towards his crotch, while her other hand, against Ari’s back, stroked downwards, fingers coming to scratch nails across the other woman’s lower back. The feeling Drake’s teeth earned a low moan into the kiss, which only caused Aspel to engage more, fingers fanning over Ari’s lower back, and the other hand beginning to apply delicately teasing touches against the monk’s cock. However, that focus was shattered with Ari’s hand now between her legs. The kiss broke on a ragged moan, and fingers tensed against the bard’s back as Aspel leaned forward cheek brushing against the bard’s, and fingers slid down the length of Drake’s erection before they stopped with the haze rising in her mind once again. His head was starting to swim with the feeling of Aspel touching him and he bit, probably a little harder than he should have. His hands, which had been running up and down Ari’s and Aspel’s sides moved apart - one sliding up the front of Aspel’s body to once again fondle her breasts, the other sliding down Ari’s side to ghost over her thigh before moving inward, going higher until he brushed against the curls between Ari’s legs. Slowly, he stroked his finger back and forth against Ari. The hand on Aspel brushed against her nipple. Ari echoed Aspel’s moan moments later when Drake’s fingers brushed against her. Her own hand increased its ministrations before one finger slipped slowly inside Aspel, then out again. She caught Drake’s gaze over Aspel’s shoulder, saw the clear desire on his face as the other woman touched him. Her hips moved against his hand, urging him to give her more -- though she suspected that at this angle, such a thing might prove challenging. “Tease,” she accused breathlessly, the word fading into another sigh as he kept up his motions, so enjoyable and yet not quite enough. A sharp inhale came, as Aspel’s hand retracted from Ari’s back, coming up, and reaching behind her as she shifted, leaning away from the body to body contact she’d shared with the bard. This was to allow fingers to tangle into Drake’s short hair, pulling his head so that a heated kiss could be taken from him. A whimper broke the kiss briefly - her lips still nearly in contact with his, but not quite - as Ari’s new tactic of distraction, and arousal worked wonders. Hips rocked, a low whimper of arousal slipping out before her hand fell from Drake’s hair, coming back down to rest against Ari’s shoulder. Another low moan, and her hand pushed against the bard’s shoulder, attempting to indicate for Ari to lie down while fingers began to stroke over Drake’s dick. Lustful eyes locked on the bard. “Lie down.” The words came just as Ari was considering attempting to drag Aspel down with her and attempting to move things along. The push against her shoulder was all it would take for her to release the arm she had slung around Aspel earlier; she let herself fall back to rest on her elbow, her eyes locked on Aspel’s as she shifted, legs parted in a clear invitation that she was certain one of them would take. “You read my mind,” she said, her voice low. There wasn’t any way for him to keep touching Ari as she went down - the angle was too awkward. Rather than trying to follow, though, he kept his place behind Aspel, moving the hand that had been working Ari back to the sentinel, trailing it up her thigh and over her waist, resting it on her rib cage. A heavy, contented sigh escaped her lips as Ari fell back, watching the whole time and appreciating the view. With Drake’s hand coming up, it was plucked from her ribs, brought up and a finger was picked to be sucked on for a moment, a kiss placed against his fingertip as it was removed from her mouth. Shifting, Aspel would catch his eyes briefly, a heated gaze, and a devilish smile offered before she spoke, a tease, and invitation clear. “Coming down?” With that, she unwrapped from his arms, moving to place her lips against Ari’s inner thigh, near the bard’s knee. before kissing half way up, and beginning to kiss, suck and nip at the spot. She’d leave her mark on both of them before the evening was done. He could follow her down, or he could explore her back while she explored Ari’s thighs. And while both were tempting, one would keep him out of the way. Keeping track of everybody’s limbs was more difficult than he’d realized. Instead of moving to lie down with them, he waited until Aspel’s back was completely exposed before trailing his tongue down her spine, stopping only to trace random symbols into her skin. When he got to her lower back, he scraped his teeth down and then moved his mouth back up, retracing the path he’d taken down. One hand was on her hips to steady her, the other was caressing her inner thigh. It was probably fortunate that Drake’s hand had taken over where Ari’s had withdrawn, because as Aspel began the process of leaving a mark on her thigh, there was not much she could do but let her head fall back with a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering closed despite her best efforts to keep them open (the view was one she would be remembering for some time). She might have accused Aspel of being a tease, too, but it was easier to grope for purchase with her hand until she could tangle her fingers in the other woman’s hair. She tugged, light but insistent, a wordless demand first before she resorted to words. Drake’s tongue down her spine earned a shiver, and the continued attention prompted a moan into Ari’s thigh. Somehow, her drunken mind came to the absolute conclusion that this clearly was the best idea she’d had in some time. Why hadn’t they tried this sooner? Why... Then there was the bard pulling at her hair. “Faram.” Came the heated, whispered word, ending in a whimper as Drake’s hands laid upon her, and the smith’s hips rocked. However, the tug Ari gave would happily be followed as lips trailed up the leg, and kisses were littered along the way until Aspel laid directly between the bard’s legs. At that point, arms shifted, one hand trailing up over Ari’s torso, while the fingers of her other hand trailed down over the other woman’s vulva, kisses following where fingers went at first before stopping to suck at a spot she’d recalled Ari liking before, while fingers stroked down, teasing the bard just a bit more. As Aspel’s tongue swept over her, it was Ari’s turn to moan, loud and uninhibited, her grip in the other woman’s hair temporarily tightening. It seemed that words were unnecessary now, but she used them anyway, demanding, “Don’t stop,” Another moan following the words as it seemed Aspel was amenable to the suggestion. At this point, Drake kind of wanted to sit back and enjoy the show, but that wouldn’t be fair. He really, really wanted to help get them off, and Aspel seemed well on her way to taking care of Ari, who was laying back and enjoying it. Which meant Drake got the pleasure of taking care of Aspel. The hand on her thigh moved higher, seeking wet warmth. His fingers stroked back and forth for a minute before he worked one inside of her. Slowly, he moved his finger back and forth, back and forth, before working a second one in. And with Ari’s urging, Aspel was sure to continue. Not that the smith had had any notions of stopping the administrations of fingers, lips, and tongue, but how could she deny such request when the bard sounded so… Pleased. If only the other woman could sound like that all the time then… Well… None of them would ever be likely to leave this bed. The feeling of Drake’s fingers earned a pause in a stroke of her tongue, a moan vibrating into Ari’s flesh. It would be a bit difficult to keep up like this, but thankfully, Aspel was quite up for the challenge as hips rocked back against his fingers before she managed to pull herself together enough to continue with Ari before her. Ari felt the moan as a vibration against her skin, feeling a shudder pass through her at the sensation. Clearly, whatever Drake was doing was working -- and she might have liked to watch and see for herself, but Aspel’s ministrations ensured that she was a little preoccupied. Fortunately, the brief pause in the other woman’s attentions was only temporary; when she returned to her task, Ari let out another moan, her mind hazed with lust and desire. For a few glorious moments, time and everything else blurred. Her hips rose off the bed as she sought even more of Aspel’s lips and tongue sliding over her. Yet another moan became a cry of pleasure as the tension mounting in her body exploded; gasping for breath as she fell, both metaphorically and literally, her hips dropped back to the mattress. Her grip on Aspel’s hair slackened as well, but this was not yet over; her body still humming with the aftereffects of her climax, she attempted to sit up. After all, she ought to attempt to help to return the favor, oughtn’t she? He’d paused briefly to watch Ari come - she really was gorgeous when she cried out like that - but as soon as she’d started to collapse back onto the bed, Drake grinned and picked up his pace. The hand that had been steadying Aspel’s hips slid down, gently pressing against her thigh - an indication to spread them further. As he worked a third finger inside of her, he kissed the back of her neck. “How do you want this, Aspel?” he breathed, his lips brushing her skin with each word. The only obvious thing to do was to continue through with steady, quick strokes of tongue, assuring Ari to climax, and a pleasant coming down as the fingers she’d managed to slowly work inside also curled, then uncurled working to apply pressure against sensitive internal nerves. However, as the bard went through, and came down, it was Aspel’s turn to shift back, allowing Ari the room she needed to shift and move about. Which hadn’t come a moment too soon as Drake seemed to be making a beeline for his own choice of actions. With the direction of his touch, a soft gasp escaped, her legs spreading as he desired, and a moan followed as he continued through with hands and mouth. A sharp inhale was followed with a whimper at his words, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. “How would you wish?” A hard swallow followed, her mind scrambling for words through arousal. “You have yet to come too.” “See,” Drake said, pausing to bite at the juncture between her neck and her shoulder, “I asked you first.” He took this opportunity to speed up his motions, thrusting his fingers into her fast and hard. If she made any indication that she didn’t like it this way, then he’d stop, but until then, he was enjoying watching her jerk her hips back to meet him. “I can always get myself off.” It was one of the great advantages of being a guy - it never took long, and was always relatively easy. He didn’t feel like he’d last more than a few minutes, anyway; he’d never realized how incredibly worked up he’d get watching Aspel get Ari off. “That,” Ari said, having at last recovered her breath, “would be a terrible waste.” And though Drake seemed to have matters well in hand, as it were, she could certainly help him out. Rising to her knees, she leaned forward to swirl her tongue around one of Aspel’s nipples before taking it in her mouth. “I” Another moan emerged as her head rolled to one side with the feeling of Drake’s lips and teeth against her skin. The words were lost with the shift in his pace, and Aspel began to feel herself beginning to near her own breaking point. It likely wouldn’t be long now. “Atrocious.” Came the breathy agreement with Ari as Aspel managed to regain her words for the briefest moment. Yet, a moment would seem to be her only pause in the instance before she’d also gained the Bard’s attentions once more. That was nearly all she could take. “In-” The word died on a moan, and was followed by another whine as eyes glided closed. “I want to feel you,” Hands shifted up, coming to rest against Ari’s body before nails dug in. “in me.” That would be all she’d manage before heavily lidded eyes opened, a hand coming up to pull the other woman in for hard, hungry, and heated kiss. Drake didn’t need any more direction than that, but that required getting up to grab his wallet, which had a condom in it. He always carried them, even if Ari didn’t make him use them. “I’ll be right back,” he said, reluctant. The fact that he was going to walk away from two hot, naked women making out on a bed was something that was saddening, but every time he’d slept with Aspel, they’d used one. He kissed the back of Aspel’s neck and let her go. His wallet was in his pants pocket, which was on the dresser. It didn’t take more than a minute to get from the bed to the wallet, grab the condom, and get back to the bed. Carefully, he tore open the wrapper, pulled out the condom, and worked it on. Once that was done, he gripped Aspel’s hips and positioned himself behind her. Fortunately, Ari had endeavored to keep Aspel occupied during Drake’s brief absence. She hadn’t been entirely thrilled to relinquish Aspel’s breast, but the hard, hungry kiss had made up for it, and now her hands were roaming where her lips had been. Drake’s absence was unfortunate, and through the haze of booze and lust, Aspel hadn’t the faintest why he’d moved at all. Yet, thankfully, Ari was there to make up for his disappearance with a mix of lips, and hands. A moan was given into the kiss, attempting to encourage the bard more. Then the bed would shift with Drake returning, and teeth would nip at the other woman’s bottom lip before nails dug into Ari’s skin once more with the grasp on her hips. A sharp gasp accompanied Aspel’s shift back, pushing herself onto Drake with a deep, throaty moan before swallowing hard. “Come here.” Were the fractured words, barely gotten out. Whatever the smith could grasp of the other woman she attempted to reach for, trying to pull Ari closer to herself and Drake once more. Even if the bard’s attentions wouldn’t be on her, surely Ari still deserved to be part of the fun. His eyes slipped shut and he groaned. He tried to keep the pace slow - an attempt to make things last more than a few minutes - but that didn’t seem like it was going to be possible. His pace sped up and his grip tightened, eyes opening to watch Ari and Aspel. “Oh man,” he hissed. Why was it that women had to be so incredibly captivating? The quick pick up of pace, and tightening of Drake’s grip would be met with an eagerness of Aspel’s own. With both of her partner’s attentions from just moments before, and the previous build up, the smith was quite ready to finish off the their first round from the pressure steadily climbing inside her own body. Pressing back onto him, a whimper slipped out, grip on whatever she could reach tightening with eyes falling closed. “Yes,” A huff of breath. “Drake.” Another moan as she pressed back, and arms would shift, moving wrap tightly around Ari if so allowed to assist with balance, and also for something to hold, wanting to feel the warmth of the other woman’s body within her grasp. “Faram.” Came the breathless gasp, as she felt herself starting to tense. Faram she was so close. “Keep-keep going.” Ari allowed herself to be pulled close, hands going back to Aspel's hair to get them out of the way, back arching deeply to maintain the closeness as she felt Aspel tensing in her arms. When their lips parted to make way for Aspel's breathless demand, Ari's lips made their way up along the other woman's jaw, teeth closing lightly on her earlobe to tug, then tongue flicking out over that same spot. Her voice was a breathy murmur against Aspel's ear, a demand of her own: "Come for us, darling." "Got to say stopping is the last thing I was planning on doing," he told Aspel. His breathing was short, ragged. He was glad that Aspel seemed close because he knew that he wasn't going to last for much longer. Even if he wanted it to. Ari's murmuring and the way Aspel was pushing back against him was what took him over the edge; his thrusts became erratic and his head dropped back and his body shifted, allowing him to push deeper into Aspel. Between Ari and Drake, Aspel would only manage to last a few seconds longer before muscles fully tensed as hips jerked, and her body shuddered; an outcry of pleasure parting her lips . Arms loosened their grip on Ari, but her weight leaned forward onto the other woman some as she attempted to catch her breath. Soft kisses would be littered carelessly against the bard’s shoulder - the first place she could easily reach - as the smith attempted to regain her mind as well. Drake, meanwhile, wrapped his arms around Aspel's waist before pulling her - and Ari - onto the bed. "Mm," he murmured, kissing Aspel's shoulder. His arm reached over her to stroke Ari's side. In response, Ari snuggled closer, nuzzling Aspel's neck. In those thoughtless moments, enveloped in the feel of being pressed between the two of them, only a single emotion - one not hindered by logic or denial - rose through the warm, comfortable haze over Aspel's mind. I would be content if things could always remain like this…. However, with shift of bodies, a feel of lips Aspel smiled. Well, perhaps they weren’t done for the evening just quite yet. He’d woken up, slightly disoriented and a little too warm. By the time he’d remembered where he was and who he was with, he was too awake to go back to sleep. (A real pity, actually; who knew when the next time he’d manage to get them both into bed at the same time would be.) There were a few options, of course: he could wake them both up, he could slip out and leave, he could stay in bed until they woke up, or he could slip out and bring back food. His stomach grumbled, answering the question. There was a place practically across the street from Ari’s that sold coffee and pastries. He could be back before they even know it. Of course, it took some finagling to extricate himself from Ari, who had gotten the dubious honor of being in the middle, but he managed. Quietly, he made his way out of the apartment, double and triple checking that he’d left the door unlocked. The last thing he wanted to do was have to pound on Ari’s door to get back in. The bakery was practically empty, and his order was filled quickly - an assortment of pastries and a disposable carafe of coffee. He paid and walked back to Ari’s, quietly closing and relocking the door. The box of food was placed on the table, and he poured two cups of coffee - he vaguely recalled that Aspel drank it on occasion - and padded back to the bed, mugs in hand. With a grin, he leaned over the bed, letting the smell of freshly brewed coffee waft over to the two women still sleeping. It was the scent that woke Ari. She drifted into consciousness slowly, warm, content, and lazy. She made some sort of unintelligible sound, her eyes slowly coming open to a squint. She hadn’t been drinking, but she had been up late. Her mind was waking up slowly; the feel of an arm slung over her waist reminded her of the circumstances and a pleased slow smile arose on her face. Very late. And thank Faram for that. She had to clear her throat before she could manage to speak, her voice a bit raspy with sleep. “You brought coffee.” Her eyes opened just a bit further to behold Drake standing over the bed. There was a mark on his neck (left by Aspel on the way home, she had to assume; she didn’t recall leaving it there). “Bless you.” Sitting up fully was a bit beyond her at the moment, but she propped herself up, trying not to jostle Aspel too badly as she reached for the cup. Aspel, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with being conscious (even if it was a losing battle). Between her extensive drinking - at least she hadn’t ended up worshiping the porcelain throne - and then their…. Late night. Sleeping away more than half the day felt like it was more than just right, it may just be entirely required. Especially, on a night when nightmares hadn’t struck. A low grumble, a groan of sorts, was earned by the movement, sound, and light. With that, Aspel’s arm tightened around Ari’s waist, and she shifted, trying to bury her face away from whatever was going on around her. As far as the smith was concerned, there was a warm body next to her, and they were in bed. Quite frankly, it should stay that way as long as it could be maintained. “I did,” he said, pulling it back. It didn’t seem like Aspel was going to let go of Ari any time soon. He couldn’t blame her - he’d have stayed in bed, too, if he’d been able to. “There’s breakfast on the table, too.” The blankets had slid down down, revealing flashes of skin that were tempting him to touch. He placed the two mugs on the bedside table and leaned forward, giving Ari a chaste kiss before dropping a kiss on Aspel’s shoulder. “If you want the food, you have to get it yourselves.” On the one hand, Aspel had the right idea. On the other hand… coffee. Coffee won, eventually; Ari picked up the cup from the nightstand when Drake didn’t seem interested in lingering with the kiss (really too bad, in her opinion). She took a greedy gulp from the mug, feeling her sluggish thoughts speed up with the additional lubrication provided by caffeine. Her free hand stroked over Aspel’s hair absently as she addressed Drake again, her voice soft (Aspel, she had to imagine, had to have a bit of a headache). “Food later. Why don’t you get rid of those unnecessary clothes and come back to bed? It’s early.” She thought that spending some time lazing about between the two of them might be a very nice way to spend the first day of the new year. “Nope,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m already out of bed. And I’m hungry, and the food is not in bed.” It was sound, rational logic. Food was not to be eaten in bed, therefore bed was a no-go. Even though it was sorely tempting; after all, how often did he have them both in bed at the same time? That was a dangerous thought path to go down, so he stood up to put some distance between himself and the bed, as though it was the bed that was causing those thoughts. “Breakfast in bed,” Ari said immediately, unfazed by his logic. “It’s a holiday, Drakey, live a little.” She patted the bed next to her in invitation. “Besides, it’s my bed, not yours; let me worry about the crumbs.” The feeling of a hand against her head earned a low contented sigh, but it would appear - unfortunately - that the talking was not about to stop, regardless of how much she willed it so. A part of her thought that perhaps she could pass it off as a dream, ignore the whole ordeal and simply remain comfortably snuggled down as she'd managed to make herself. However, it would seem everything around her, and inside of her to some degree, would like to toss such simple plans, and small joys out the window. With another low groan, the smith would begin to absently stir. Her brain not fully in the here and now at this point but beginning to sluggishly move in that direction regardless. Though, in the end what would really cause her to wake would be the full on realization that yes, indeed there were two voices above her. That was odd... Had she been brought to the medic? Eyes slowly opened, staring down into the bed sheets. No, these were undoubtedly Ari's. Then names. Wait. ...... Wait. ...... Oh ...... Maybe trying to pretend she was going back to sleep was the better option after all.... Though, that was probably a doomed choice if she had a guess. Drake sighed, giving Ari a look that clearly said he thought she was insane. “I am not eating in your bed, Ari,” he told her. But he would be lying if he said it didn’t sound tempting; they were both still naked and warm and okay, maybe getting back into bed wasn’t such a bad idea. “Not a word,” he said to Ari as he folded his clothing, replacing it on the nightstand. “Not one word,” Ari chirped, scooting over to make room for him; this involved all but draping herself over Aspel, placing a light kiss against her ear, as the other woman seemed set on hiding her face against the pillow. “Sorry, darling,” she murmured, her hand stroking down Aspel’s back where the covers had become dislodged, then pulling the blanket back up. “You can go back to sleep now.” Assuming Aspel wasn’t yet in the painfully dehydrated stage of her hangover, at any rate (not that coffee would help with that). She felt the mattress shift as Drake crawled back into bed, smiled as he settled behind her back. Despite the half cup of coffee she had managed to gulp down, sleeping again was not at all beyond her. In fact, it was starting to seem like a very pleasant way to wile away the first part of the afternoon. |