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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne ([info]in_the_wings) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-02 22:55:00

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Entry tags:changing woman, raven

Who: Shae and Kamillah
What: Stairway to...heaven?
Where: The stairwell
When: October 2, shortly before midnight and after this thread
Warning: ...yeah, okay, there's a SMUT ALERT.

Two days, Shae thought as he pressed himself flush against the wall of the third floor landing. I'm gone for two fucking days, and everything goes to pot. He was seriously beginning to wonder if someone at the bar had spiked his drink.

His day was supposed to be done. He'd caught the perp, he'd collected on the bounty- hell, he'd even met an unsuspecting neighbor in the process. It was time to kick back and relax.

So why was he suddenly walking into a goddamn Egyptian tomb? And then some kind of Greco-Roman temple? The stairwell had seemed normal enough that he'd sought refuge there, and he'd been hoping against hope that somehow this elaborate hallucination of his would evaporate by the third floor, but- nope, no such luck.

Shae was usually a logical person. A rational person. Maybe a little gullible at times, and certainly susceptible to a well-planned swindle. But this...this, was out of control. Was he actually losing his mind, or were there trees growing out of the third floor? What would he find in his own apartment, if he could even make it that far without dissolving into a giant puddle of crazy? He was starting to get really nervous, and when Shae was really nervous, he had a bit of an itchy trigger finger. That didn't necessarily bode well for anyone else who might have been unlucky enough to take the stairs...



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[info]sugar_cycle
2010-11-17 09:14 am UTC (link)
"What I want?" Kami repeated and his words felt as if they were sliding over her like a physical touch, leaving trails of arousal and melting gratitude in their wake. When their gazes met, it felt like electricity and she shivered visibly. "Oh, Shae, I want..." She sighed, soft as breath, and trailed both hands up his sides, over his chest, behind his neck. Then she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. For a moment, she stayed in place and he could hear her breath hitching, unsteady and speeding. Tremors beneath her skin had her brushing his. Every touch brought a heat flare; the desire was too much.

Moving slowly and carefully, she lifted her her head once more and her full mouth looked all the more swollen and kiss-bitten. Her hands tightened behind his neck and she smiled before pressing close again to brush her lips over his. She flicked her tongue over first his top lip, then his bottom. Shifting again, her cheek slid against his until she could nibble at his earlobe. They were pressed so close that he could feel her body shaking ever so slightly with the barely contained need. It was strangely reassuring to know they had reached the same place. "I want to make you cum," she breathed in his ear suddenly. "I want you to make me cum."

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-11-17 09:02 pm UTC (link)
God, it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to roll her over and pound her into the mattress. He squeezed his eyes shut as her words washed over him, his free hand sliding along the length of her spine while he shifted beneath her. The tip of his cock grazed her slick netherlips, and with a forceful roll of his hips, the head pushed past her barrier and lodged snugly inside her.

Shae responded with a choked gasp, as though he'd just taken a harsh punch to the gut, and he released the hand in her hair in order to dig his fingertips into her fleshy hips, securing her lower body against his own. His pelvis worked almost of its own volition, pressing his thick length fully inside of her before withdrawing ever so slightly, only to repeat the entire process again and again.

"Kami, baby, you' so tight," he moaned against her ear, panting lightly from just those few exertions; he was so turned on at the moment, it seemed that every inch of skin was purely electric, every sensation magnified tenfold. "Ride me, ma cher. I need you ta fuck me NOW."

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[info]sugar_cycle
2010-11-17 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Her answer fell somewhere between a moan and an incoherent yes, trailing off into a greedy whimper as her hips bucked into his with equal need. Her hands had unlaced from behind his neck at the first tease of penetration to scratch short, manicured nails over his shoulders. When he pushed deeper and she felt the desperate thrill of fullness, rubbing and stretched and warm, her hands had abruptly shifted to tangle in his hair roughly to keep him against her.

It was amazing, she thought vaguely. She had not realized exactly how badly his effect had been, how achingly her body wanted his fitted to hers. Now that the teasing was over, though, and Shae made his demand...

Kami made a sound low in the back of her throat, hungry and warning. Suddenly, she forced his head back and once more stole kisses from his mouth. There was very little gentleness left in them and she arched her hips without thinking as she tasted him. Her tongue slid deep and claiming, her hands moving to trace busy little patterns over his shoulders and chest.

Then, with a heated whimper, she broke the kiss and moved to push at his chest. Her hands fumbled now in her haste and he could not tell if she were deliberately trying to trace his tattoos or if it was just a maddening coincidence. Luckily, though, he barely had time to wonder as she delivered another shove, accompanied by a dark growl. "Down," she hissed. "On your back, Shae. Please. I need you." She gave her hips another roll towards his, his length sliding hot in the tight clutch of her pussy, as if it was necessary to prove the point.

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