Demo Finnigan-Thomas (curiosidemo) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2022-03-17 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: cassandra vane, c: demo finnigan-thomas, d: 2028 03, Ω: owls/texts, Ω: rp |
Solo & Text: Demo dreams, then texts Cass
Who: Demo F-T, Cassandra Vane
What: First a dream then a text
When: 17th March 2028
Where: Dreamscape & Demo's flat
Warnings: First section NSFW
Completion Status: Texts ongoing
Following his jumper-clad arm in his vision he was pushing through the door to one of the St Mungo’s wards, thus Demo was surprised to find himself in an unknown bedroom, its appearance was slightly fuzzy around the edges. Although that wasn’t all that surprising when he realised that the focus of the room was Cassandra. Cassandra who was draped across the dark sheets with her hair spilling wildly, one knee hitched up to push her toes into the bed for purchase. The dark bronze of her underwear contrasting nicely with the lighter golden colour of her skin.
She arched up into her hands as they ran down her body, teasing at what he could only assume were her nipples through the bra cups, and brushing lightly over the stomach which twitched away from the contact. She brushed past her underwear to skim over her inner thighs with a slight sigh which drew a groan out of Demo. She looked so good.
“Been waiting for you,” she said with a smirk as she heard the noise he made.
“Not so patient though,” he teased, stepping up to the end of the bed and running a finger up her calf, just skimming above her knee. It caused a little shudder, which made him smirk.
As she beckoned him closer he climbed up over her, pressing kisses to tempting patches of skin, his bare chest and arms being heated by her warmth. He breathed gently over her cleavage, never quite making contact with the skin before pressing up and capturing her lips in a long, lush kiss.
He groaned again as he shifted his weight to bring his hips into contact with hers, pressing the evidence of his arousal against her in a slow grind that brought torture and relief in the same gesture. Her hands came up to grab him and hold him close, as his own strayed further down her body with purpose.
“Wanna taste you,” he mumbled against her lips.
No sooner had he said it than he was pulling down her underwear, pressing kisses to her inner thighs and back up to her wetness. He parted her folds with long licks, nudging gently at her clit at first, before coming back with gradually more insistent pressure and speed. He was intoxicated by the feel of her, the sound of her moans, the pressure of her legs around his head, her hand holding him in the right place at times as her pleasure seemed to build.
Then he was on his back, with her poised on top of him, as she held his dick still while she sank down on it. They both moaned out loud. He moved his hand from her hip down to her clit as she began to rock, hoping to give her that little bit of extra friction. She looked beautiful and formidable in his lap, rising, falling and grinding as her breath sped up. Demo brought his knees up to support her and thrust up.
Murmurs of ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ and ‘there’ and ‘harder’ passed between them with expletives coming more often, wordless moans and grunts interspersing witht he slap of skin on skin as they both came closer. Just as she started to shudder above him, letting him know that he could stop holding back he startled as …
His alarm blared into life, sending him jackknifing up in bed to slap it off.
He fell back to his light grey and yellow sheets with a disappointed groan, the feeling of another warm body lingering in his mind. He was so hard, so close he didn’t pause to think before he roughly licked his palm and shoved it down his pyjamas to grasp his hard dick.
The alarm might have brought him back from the edge but he wasn’t far off, and he spread precum and saliva both to smooth the way as he brought himself from close to over the edge within a minute of waiting, Cassandra’s name on his lips as he pictured her in his mind riding out his pleasure just as she had hers.
In the panting aftermath of his awakening Demo sighed heavily. It wasn’t the first dream he’d had of Cassandra, some in far more mundane situations, and he was sure it was at least partly because he was missing her. They had both ended up busy at various times since their last proper date. They had managed a few snatched coffee meetings, and texted fairly regularly, but his dreams were telling him it wasn’t enough and he missed her. Found himself thinking about her at random moments in his day, and sometimes she was on his mind enough to show up in his dreams too.
After cleaning himself up with a wave of his wand he reached for his phone and debated for a few minutes, trying to work out what to say. He wanted to see Cass, not just because he wanted to take another step, but because he wanted to spend time with her. Although he wouldn’t say no. Besides, it would be good for his mental health, and his recent research and writing definitely reinforced that taking care of his mental health was very important.
Several reworkings of his words later he sent the message, forgetting it was only around 7.30am:
To Cass: Is your schedule looking free any time soon? I’m hoping you’ve got time for a proper date