Re: Sartorial | 07-30-2020 | Dining hour
Where was that soda? The counter. Zap was suddenly very thirsty... by all definitions. Yeah, those stairs, she answered in her head as she stared back into Nate's face until the gap was closed and her hands went into his perfectly perfect hair oh mama sweet werewolf Buddha.
"Yeah," she breathed her agreement about the amount of times and places they could have just... this. Her hips pressed forward and angled up and she unabashedly rubbed herself on Nate's bulge while they kissed. And they kissed. His goofy, restless mouth belong to her now. She felt his arms and shoulders, then her hands snagged fistfuls of his sweater when he pulled back and she realized he'd undone her jeans. Well, she knew it had been happening, but she assumed she had willed him to do it with her mind powers, so she was hazy on fact and fiction. Was she... was she love-dumb?
Eva shuddered when her fly made a ratcheting sound as it was overlooked in Nate's journey to get his hand in her pants. Her fists clenched and she held in errant static when she realized, as his long fingers came so close to her good place, that he hadn't just been talking about sex. He'd been referencing what he intended to do next. Tree, greenhouse, office. Oh, sweet vampire Vishnu.
They were moving backward, slowly, and instead of grabbing his wrist and using his hand to jerk herself off, Zap did the more acceptable and seductive maneuver by beginning to disrobe her lower half. As they moved, she made sure he stayed within kissing distance, and she'd even slipped in a few nuzzles. By the time she had stepped out of her jeans, her calves had hit the back of the chair, and she moved her hands up to take each side of his sweater's collar and pull their upper bodies back together.
Eva's already-dewy forehead met Nate's after she kissed him more meaningfully, and she watched his dark eyes with her very gradually-lightening ones. "I want you," she confirmed. Not sex, just the idea of keeping him. Like a child wanted a coveted Christmas toy, but with more rage. Thus far, she'd kept that part in check (RAGE). She smirked, finally, before releasing him a bit and motioned behind her, mimicking the tone he'd used minutes earlier. "This chair?" She sat as directed, and brought the remaining lights that were on down to a soft glow. Her pants were a yard out of reach, with Nate between her and them. Yey. Her half-covered butt had clenched at the coolness of the faux-leather, but the chair was warming up exponentially as she looked up at Nate (once his face, a few times his package). Nope, couldn't be passive; her hands moved up and outward and pawed uselessly at the front of his jeans before she cupped, then groped, causing her eyes to shut and a pleased hum to escape her parted lips.
To answer her previous question to herself; was she love-dumb? Legally.