x. (xxoxoxx) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-02-21 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: xavier ansari, retired character: aisling astor |
who ? aisling astor and xavier ansari
when ? sunday evening
where ? the panquake house
what ? the kissing olympics
warnings ? kissing? good kissing.
status ? complete
With one down and three more to go (because Aisling was not aiming to kiss Nina, not unless Aisling’s scores were too low), her next target was Xavier. Perhaps it wasn’t great to think of them as ‘targets’ but Aisling did have to meet them, so she wasn’t too convinced that it was the wrong word to use either. Whilst Axel had mostly been something Aisling felt she just had to get out of the way with, Xavier was different. Aisling liked him well enough and all, but more so than that, she found Xavier plenty of attractive, so it was hardly like kissing him was going to be a bother. Quite the opposite actually. Aisling hadn’t actually planned to kiss-attack Xavier. Not until he had brought it up, at least. Maybe it was someone who wasn’t in Quake, Aisling would have thought twice about her plan, but since they all played together and lived together, the familiarity meant that Aisling wasn’t too bothered about how this might look. Unlike with Axel, she had bothered a lot less with what to wear for kissing Xavier, since Aisling wasn’t convinced getting her legs out would be as effective in improving her score. Not that this was to say that Aisling hadn’t put any effort into her outfit because she always did aim for looking lovely. The house wasn’t big enough for Aisling not to hear when Xavier went off for a shower. They all were musical people, it didn’t take a great deal of effort to recognise people’s patterns of gait, so Aisling knew it was him. Usually it never took Xavier more than ten minutes to shower, so Aisling made sure to lean against a wall outside the bathroom approximately seven minutes later, waiting for Xavier to emerge. When he did, she grinned widely. “I’d sneakily attack you,” she said tilting her head slightly. “But I feel you might a bit...” Aisling clicked her tongue rather intentionally before finishing that sentence. “Slippery,” she concluded. -- Xavier always tried to spend the least amount of time in the bathroom as possible when it came to his showers, because with so many people in the house he didn't want to inconvenience someone else. Also he had two sisters at home, which meant he was used to getting kicked out for the same of others. When it came to his showers, he was quick and efficient, and always dried himself off after just enough not to be dripping down the hall as he went back to his room. So with his hair still damp and towel-tousled, and his towel slung low around his hips, he went to leave the bathroom for whoever needed it next. Except there was Aisling. He took a step back automatically, just from not expecting anyone to be standing right outside when he came out. He rest his hand on the doorframe, his brow furrowing slightly before he realized what she was talking about, but then he just huffed out a quiet chuckle and absently made sure his towel was secure. "I feel like you did sneakily attack me," he replied, offering her a soft grin. "Which was your plan all along." - Aisling really hadn’t been going for the sneak attack, mostly because, she assumed, if she had, there would have been slightly more attacking and slightly less just standing around and waiting. Still, it made her grin when Xavier said that this was sneaky enough to qualify. “It may have been,” she replied rather amused, before giving him a good look over. Well, he was standing there half-naked, Aisling felt that far a fair invitation, even if he hadn’t expected her to suddenly appear in front of him. “I hope you realise how high my expectations are for this,” she informed him. “Andrew promised me that this was going to be good, so you better not let me down with this, Xavier,” Aisling said. She didn’t actually have any expectations, it mattered very little to her whether this would the best or the worst kiss on her scorecard, since she was mostly doing this for amusement than any kind of competitiveness. Still, it wouldn’t do to tell him that, she thought. -- A faint blush crept into Xavier's cheeks, not from her looking him over but more so because of what Andrew had apparently told her. He never thought he would care what his bandmates thought about his kissing skills, yet there they were and he wanted to be sure to do well. Getting a low score from someone would be bad, even if it was someone he wouldn't normally even think about kissing. Then again, his kissing Andrew had started it off, and he hadn't ever thought about kissing him before. "I'll do my best," he said, reaching over and hooking a finger into one of her belt loops, pulling her in closer to him, bringing his other hand up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking over her cheek. "How's the rest of it been going for you?" - Aisling wasn’t going to lie, despite the fact that Axel had pulled her in closer in a rather similar way, her breath had definitely not caught when he did it. She wasn’t sure why it did with Xavier, actually. Maybe because he was mostly naked, that could be a thing. Or perhaps it was the way he held her closer, thumb on her cheek but still no lips against hers. Something about this genuinely felt more intimate than the whole experience of kissing Axel had. “Kissed Axel yesterday,” she informed him, managing not to sound breathless, which Aisling took as an achievement. “It was about as great as you’d imagine kissing Axel would be,” she added, bringing one of her hands up to hold Xavier’s shoulder and her other hand found it’s way to his back. All naked and wet. This was definitely going to be better than kissing Axel. Might even match Andrew’s score. “But I guess you’ll find out,” she added with a smirk. The whole point was that sooner or later Xavier, too, would end up kissing Axel. Aisling was genuinely so pleased with this plan, because even those who might not have been competitive would end up being kissed by those who were. She considered the plan pure genius, really. Maybe someone at some point would actually let her watch, too. “It is, after all,” Aisling said leaning in closer, close enough that her breath brushed against Xavier’s lips. “The Kissing Olympics,” she finished, the grin on her lips wide. -- Xavier had been about to comment that he hadn't ever imagined what kissing Axel would be like, but then Aisling mentioned he would find out and he couldn't do much but huff out a soft breath against her lips, his nose brushing against hers as he gave a slight nod. His hand moved from where he'd had hold of her belt loop, shifting to her hip and sliding around to the small of her back, pressing in against it to bring her closer. "It is," he murmured, his lips barely brushing against hers as he spoke, and his head tilting ever so slightly to the side to make it easier to slot their mouths together as he closed the very small distance between them to kiss her. His hand slid back on her jaw, his thumb resting on the hinge of it as his fingers curled around the side of her neck, his fingertips lacing into her hair as he took in the soft feel of her lips against his before licking his way into her mouth. - Well, perhaps Andrew hadn’t been lying or exaggerating. The kiss was... nice. Not even in the patronising way Aisling often used the word, but in a genuine way. Xavier’s lips felt soft against hers and Aisling had a lot of appreciation for how quickly his tongue found its way in her mouth. Aisling did not appreciate lingering kisses, what she did appreciate was strong and actual kisses. Which is why she both responded eagerly and also pushed her body more firmly against Xavier’s. The hand that she had against his back turned slightly, to run the very tip of her nails against the bare skin as Aisling kissed into the man. There was less aggression in this kiss than what she had put into kissing Axel, but also probably a lot more passion, if only because of how hot and how naked Xavier’s body felt against her own. Her other hand ran up into his hair, fingers moving against his scalp as Aisling tried very hard not to let her leg come up and wrap around Xavier. She wasn’t terribly successful at that plan, though, because the next moment Xavier’s back slammed into the bathroom door as Aisling’s leg came up and her lips didn’t move away from his. -- Xavier gave a low hum in his throat as Aisling's fingernails ran along his skin, and his hand slid further over on her back, almost resting on her hip as his arm fit snug around her waist to hold her to him. This was definitely nicer than the last kiss he had - no offense to Andrew, but there was something much more comfortable to Xavier when it came to having a girl in his arms. They were pressed up so tightly together, Aisling's shirt was sure to be getting damp from his skin, but she didn't seem to care so Xavier certainly didn't. When his back hit the door so suddenly and hard, Xavier let out a quiet grunt, but he kept his arm tight around her and let his teeth graze against her lower lip as he let his other hand drop down from her neck and hold onto her leg where it was hiked up around him, his fingertips pressing in against her thing. He caught her lower lip with his teeth and gave it a tug, letting it go with a pop before diving in to kiss her again. - This was 100% going better than Aisling had expected. Not that she had expected it to go badly but she hadn’t really expected to essentially make out with Xavier against the bathroom door. She wasn’t going to complain though. Perhaps it might have been better not to make out with your bandmate who you also happened to live with, but Aisling hadn’t planned for the kissing to be this good. Oh, well. It was probably easier and more practical to deal with the consequences later, if there were any. They were, after all, already here, so what would be the point to stop now? Aisling let Xavier kiss her as much as she let herself kiss him back. The way her leg was against him meant that it was rather easy to press a lot more of her body into his, as she let her tongue explore his mouth, before her own teeth found his lower lip to return the favour in a shape of a nip against it. Once her mouth returned fully on Xavier’s, Aisling moaned, her nails pressing into his back a lot harder than they had originally been. -- Just like he hadn't expected his kiss with Andrew to be much more than a peck, Xavier hadn't expected any of the other kisses in the Kissing Olympics to be quite so... intense. Or for anyone to be kissing him while he was practically naked. But there they were. He let his mouth stay open and lax for her as her tongue explored, his hand sliding back on her leg to hold it better, gripping closer to her ass as her teeth nipped against his lip. Xavier's back arched off the door at the bite of her nails against it, giving a moan to match hers. Each moment and movement seemed to take the kiss deeper, and he certainly didn't mind. He pressed against her to move away from the door, just enough to be able to turn her around and push her against it from the inside, getting it closed and dragging open mouthed kisses along her jaw before kissing her full on the mouth again. - The movement came easily and Aisling let Xavier turn her without making as much as an attempt at protesting. She sort of realised the door shut behind them but not really, because Aisling was too busy tilting her head to allow for a better access to Xavier’s mouth, before it returned to hers. The way his hand rested just below Aisling’s arse made her arch forward to make Xavier’s hand slide up as she let the majority of her lower body grind into his. There were definitely going to be some high scores here, Aisling would have decided if she currently had much of a mind capacity for deciding anything. Instead, she moved her own mouth to kiss down to Xavier’s neck, which she gave a rather harsh bite before turning her head only to smash her lips against his again. Her nails were also doing a great job at leaving Xavier with more than a high score as a reminder of his good kissing skills. -- The way Aisling's body was grinding against his made Xavier even more aware that there wasn't much between them in terms of layers of fabric. His hand moved up to rest fully on her ass, his head tilting back at the press of her lips against his neck. He let out a groan from the bite of her teeth, his eyes half-lidded as he turned his head to meet hers, pressing a hard kiss against her mouth. Maybe it was because he hadn't made out with anyone in a while, or because he was going to be scored, or maybe just because it felt so good to be kissing her, but Xavier didn't particularly want it to stop anytime soon - and nothing Aisling was doing made him feel like she did, either. His body pressed close against hers, pinning her to the door as he ran his hand up her side, moving to cup her jaw as his mouth moved along it on the other side, working back to the hinge and down the length of her neck in hungry, open kisses before he nipped at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and lifted his head to capture her mouth with his again. - Aisling, too, would in part blame her response to the fact that she really hadn’t made out with anyone in a while, but she would just as happily admit that a big part of that was the way Xavier kissed her. He certainly knew what he was doing and Aisling was hardly going to stop him. Not whilst it felt so good as heat pooled lower and lower in her stomach. The feeling of his teeth against her skin made Aisling released a rather loud moan that mostly got swallowed by Xavier’s mouth when it returned on hers. The temptation to grind against him even more was very great, especially since Aisling was aware of just how naked Xavier was right now. There were choices here, obviously. The ones she should be making and the ones she wanted to make. Maybe, maybe she just wouldn’t make them at all. So with a bit of a bang, Aisling rested her head against the bathroom door, opening her eyes to look at Xavier as her breath sounded as uneven as one would expect with this sort of making out. “Green, amber or red?” She asked him, not bothering to move a single inch. It seemed like the appropriate thing to ask and if he went with anything but a colour, it’d be safe to assume that it should probably be red. -- Xavier's eyes fluttered open when Aisling fell back, his brow furrowing slightly at the thud her head made against the door. His breath fell hard and ragged over his lips, parted and kiss bitten, and he looked down at her as his thumb stroked absently against her cheek. Her question was a good one, especially since everything had already crossed the lines one might normally expect in some kind of kissing game between friends. They were already more than kissing, and despite the fact that he never would have thought about any of it before, he had to admit that he didn't really want to stop - even if maybe he should have. But if she didn't want to either, at least they were on the same page? After all, she wasn't saying red. Taking in a shallow breath, Xavier wet his lips with his tongue and nipped at the bottom one lightly. It also didn't help that they were still right there, and he could feel her breathing. "I should say red," he murmured, closing his eyes briefly before looking at her again. "But I want to say green." - Aisling’s eyes followed the way Xavier wet his lips very carefully, and she pulled her own bottom lip between her teeth when he did to his. The temptation to lean back in and catch it between her teeth was rather great but Aisling waited for Xavier’s answer. What he did say, made her laugh a genuine laugh, amusement settling into her body, but in no way managing to overpower the arousal she was feeling. “I think,” she said carefully. “That might be the exact definition of amber,” Aisling informed him, before pressing her lips against Xavier’s again, but this time much slower and more careful, her arms coming up to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck so she could reach to her wrist. There was a beep from her watch as Aisling pressed a button. “Five minutes,” she told him, knowing without looking what her watch was set to, since she used for practise all the time. “See what we can do with that amber, hmm?” She asked with a grin, before pulling Xavier’s head closer again, opening her mouth so she could now catch his bottom lip between her teeth. -- Xavier had a soft smile turn up the corners of his mouth at her laugh, his breathing still uneven but at least slightly more settled than it had been at first. To be fair, he hadn’t been sure what qualified as ‘amber’ whereas red and green seemed much more self-explanatory. He gave a low hum at the gentle press of her lips against his, leaning in against her as her arms wrapped around him. That all felt so nice, maybe he should have simply said green, but it was too late for that. His head tilted slightly at the sound of the beep, his eyes focusing on her as she spoke, and his lips quirked slightly as he let her pull him in, his lips parting as she caught his lower one with her teeth. He made a content sound in the back of his throat and let his hand slide up a little further on her ass, his fingertips hooking into her back pocket as he pulled his lip from her capture and pressed a long kiss to her mouth. This time, when he started dragging kisses down the length of her neck, he took his time as opposed to the rush of the moment it had been before, his tongue tracing against her skin and his teeth grazing in its wake. - Aisling leaned slightly when Xavier’s lips returned to her neck, it felt much more exploratory this time around and she would have question how she felt about it, if it wasn’t for the moan that escaped her lips as his teeth grazer her skin. So apparently she didn’t mind slow and steady, that was something to know, Aisling supposed. She would have prefered green, Aisling thought as her hands moved over Xavier’s back. Green would have involved more skin to skin contact. But she could do this, too. So whilst his lips were occupied with making her moan through kisses and scrapes and bites, Aisling concentrated on making him moan as she pushed her body into his in a way that definitely topped the levels of inappropriate they had reached so far. One of Aisling’s hands moved from Xavier’s back down to his naked hip, and briefly Aisling considered giving him kudos for managing to tie that towel so well it was still on, but only briefly. She also considered pushing it off, but then that seemed a touch much for amber. So instead, Aisling just pressed her thumb against Xavier’s hip, the rest of her fingers doing a pretty good job at leaving nail marks against his skin, but most likely ones that would fade within minutes rather than days. The ones on his back were probably a different story. -- Xavier hummed against her skin when she moaned, his hand moving down from her jaw to her hip, absently sliding his hand up under her shirt just enough to be resting against her waist, fingers against her skin. The way she was moving against him made him really regret not saying green and leaving it at that, and groaned in response to the way she was pushing against him and also the bite of her fingernails against his skin. Amber was confusing, but he also wasn’t trying to concentrate too much on thinking. His nose dragged against her jaw as he lifted his head, crushing his mouth against hers and moaning into it, his short, blunt fingernails pressing in against her skin like her own were against his hip. He caught her lower hip with his, sucking on it briefly before letting it go and licking into her mouth again. - Aisling strongly wanted to suggest that his hand didn’t just stop at her waist under her shirt but was rather preoccupied with his mouth on hers. She kissed back, matching the speed and intensity offered, mostly so the temptation to forget any colour coding wouldn’t be too strong, since Aisling was pretty sure she was rather close to just pulling her shirt off and that definitely would scrape the edges of green. She also rather wanted to pull Xavier closer but there was very little closer to be, not within any colour coding, at least. And also probably not if she wasn’t going to essentially fu-- Beep. Beep. Beep. Well, then. Pulling back slightly, Aisling sighed. “We should probably stop, unless you do want to get an eleven and half on your scorecard,” Aisling said her breath still incredibly unsteady. The truth was that she would go for the eleven and half, she really would, but as much as Aisling wasn’t too bothered about having sex with Xavier against the bathroom door of the house they shared with the band they were in together, she wasn’t particularly sure whether it would become an issue for Xavier, neither did she particularly want to risk it. -- It was far too easy to get lost in it all, the way they were kissing, how her body felt against his, the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips -- and then that beeping. Xavier gave a soft, annoyed groan at the sound and caught her lip between his as she pulled back, giving it one last little nip before they were done. He tilted his head to rest his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as his breath fell heavily, uneven and ragged. It certainly hadn’t felt like five minutes - maybe one, if he’d been guessing. He huffed out a chuckle at what she said, his thumb absently rubbing against her side before he let his hand drop from under her shirt, resting on her hip as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to pull back. “As much as I would appreciate the bonus points,” he murmured, unhooking his fingers from her pocket and sliding his hand along her leg to get to her knee where it was hiked up around him. “I think you’re probably right.” - Whilst the fact that they weren’t going to carry on was disappointing, Aisling didn’t think that his words were. Realistically, she was pretty sure she shouldn’t have allowed for this to get as far as it did, but she also currently felt no regrets about it. It had been rather fun, she would be a liar to deny that. So Aisling hummed in agreement before lowering her legs, finding it only marginally unsteady as it hit the ground. As much as she wanted to say that Xavier had made her weak in the knees, she suspected it might be partially him and partially the position she had been in. After taking slightly longer than actually necessary, Aisling pulled back properly, detaching her body from his, before running her hands over her shirt to straighten it out. She didn’t even want to consider what state her hair was in. “I think,” Aisling said carefully, before a grin she couldn’t really stop appeared on her lips. “You might want another shower,” she informed Xavier as she looked him up and down, much easier to do now that her own body wasn’t clinging to his. -- Xavier stood steady as she lowered her feet back down to the floor, his hands not dropping from her completely until she was standing and not wrapped around him anymore. He took a step back and absently ran his hand through his hair, still damp from his shower but clearly mussed from her attentions. Raising an eyebrow when she started speaking, he looked at her and scrunched his nose when she got to her point. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I was planning on it, once you were out of here.” He shook his head and gave her a playful nudge toward the side of the door with the knob. “So go on, so I can get the rest of the way naked and take a shower.” Pausing, he tilted his head as he looked at her. “Or did you have your score card with you that I need to sign?” - At his question, Aisling shook her head and gave a rather loud laugh. “You can sign it later,” she assured him. “Otherwise, trust me, that shower is going to be of no use,” Aisling said. “And my hair’s not meant to get wet today,” she added with a grin. Because she so would, too, the temptation was great. But then she was also pretty sure that the whole thing past that initial kiss could have been described as giving into that temptation. If anything, Aisling was quite proud of how well she had done not to join him for another shower. “Have great fun,” she finally said before licking her lips as she looked Xavier up and down once more. Right. Leaving. That’s what she was doing. Leaving. So definitely leaving. Aisling was rather proud of managing to work the door to let herself out from the bathroom, actually. This kissing business was both the best and the worst plan she had ever had, seriously. -- Honestly, Xavier wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d had her score card in her pocket, but either way he was glad he didn’t have to fill it out. He couldn’t help but grin at what she said about the shower, though, because that definitely would have been drifting into green territory, and bit his lip as he watched her look him over. Again. He’d lost count of how many times she’d done that, but really he didn’t care - and she’d caught him when he was particularly… look-at-able. Once Aisling was out of the room, he made sure to shut the door behind her and locked it, just in case. One surprise a day was about as much as he could handle. So with the room secure, he rubbed his face with his hands and walked back over to the shower, turning it on and cranking the water colder than normal before climbing in. He was sure the worst - and by that he meant best - of the Kissing Olympics was over for him, but either way he wasn’t sure he was going to survive the week. |