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Xavier had tried everything he could think of. There had been tea, which he’d enjoyed but that hadn’t helped. He’d charmed some soothing music to play, but that hadn’t worked. He’d gone and taken a hot shower to get relaxed and warm before he got into bed again as he tried to get to sleep, but he’d merely laid there, toasty and warm under his comforter, completely awake. Honestly, he wanted to avoid any kind of sleeping potion. There was something about them he didn’t want to deal with, but then again he wasn’t really a fan of putting things in his body that were meant to alter him. Sighing, he tossed off the covers and got out of bed, tugging on a t-shirt as he walked out of his room and down the hall. Maybe cuddling would help, and he didn’t have a cat yet - and even if he did have a cat, he didn’t think it was the same as cuddling with a person - so he figured he would try a bandmate. There were options, but not really. Axel was out, Andrew had an Evan, Ken might have been up for it but he didn’t have any kind of warning, so Aisling it was. Truly, the one Xavier would most want to cuddle with in the first place. He let himself into her room as quietly as he could, well aware it was the middle of the night and not wanting to wake her rudely with the door banging open, softly shutting the door behind him and padding over to her bed. “Aisling?” he murmured, gently resting his hand on her shoulder, nudging her a little to try and wake her up. “Aisling? Can I try sleeping in here?” - Aisling wasn’t the deepest of sleepers, but even she was quite asleep in the middle of the night. Usually, she was just a terrible rock star and went to bed by eleven pm, which was the main reason she did very well at being chipper in the mornings. She hadn’t heard Xavier enter her room, only rousing when he nudged her, speaking softly. It was a good thing that Aisling was reasonably alert whenever woken, because it would have been awkward if she hadn’t almost instantly realised who it was. Recognising Xavier’s voice before she even managed to open her eyes helped a lot not to wake up startled from having someone so close whilst she slept. “Yeah,” she muttered almost automatically, not giving it much thought in her sleepy state. Perhaps, if Aisling had thought about it, she would have wondered just why it didn’t seem odd at all to her. She shifted in the bed automatically, rolling towards the other side as to make space for Xavier. The sheets were cool underneath her and Aisling blinked marginally more awake. “No luck sleeping, then?” She asked softly, body moving back in closer once Xavier had gotten in, arm comfortably finding its way to rest on his chest. -- Xavier would have gone to the other side to get in, but once she started to move he waited for her to get settled before getting in under the covers. Her sheets felt different than his, pillows were softer, and he remembered how nice they were and was glad his hair had dried from his shower so he didn’t hurt them in any way since she was being nice enough to let him be there. It was already more comfortable than his bed had been, or maybe that was just his brain being tricked by being somewhere new. “No,” he murmured, his head shaking slightly in response to her question, his hand automatically coming up to rest over where hers was on his chest. If only he had, because he was truly tired of not being able to flop in bed and be out like a light. Sleep was one of his favorite things, and he missed it. “Tea, music, shower, none of it helped.” - Aisling hummed softly as she listened to Xavier’s answer. She moved her leg, draping it over his, letting them tangle together, before pressing her face closer, chin resting on Xavier’s shoulder. “Maybe some of my sleepiness can rub off on you,” she suggested with a small smile. Aisling almost wished that’s how it worked, because she wouldn’t object to being less sleepy if it meant that Xavier could get a good night sleep. “Baths and white noise might be more productive than showers and music,” she commented thoughtfully, trying to decide whether her sleepiness was disappearing because she had been woken up or because there was suddenly someone else in her bed. It felt nice, the way Xavier’s body was pressed against hers, but the fact that she found it nice made Aisling more confused than anything. She had never attempted to sleep with someone next to her, certainly not intentionally attempting to tangle her whole body with the other person’s. It was... almost novel, really. “Not that I’m suggesting you leave,” she added both for his and her own sake. -- As Aisling pressed in closer to him, Xavier managed to snake his arm between her and the mattress so rather than being trapped between his side and her, it could circle around her back. It was nice, the way her body fit in against his, and how she so easily tangled up with him. He gave a quiet hum in response, adding white noise and baths to his list of things to try. That would be later, though, because there was no way he was going to move from where he was. “Oh good, because that wouldn’t have been very nice,” he replied, his fingertips tickling against her side playfully for a moment. “Wait til I get comfortable then kick me out to take a bath.” A little smile quirked up the corners of his mouth as he turned his head toward her, looking down at her through half-open eyes in the dark. “I’m sorry for waking you up.” - Aisling gave a small laugh when Xavier said that she should wait until he’s comfortable before she made him leave. The idea that she’d even attempt seemed silly, perhaps more so due to her own sleepiness. “And I am a very nice person,” she said teasingly, letting her hand run downwards from where it was on Xavier’s chest to where the hem of his shirt was. Almost as if to illustrate how much Aisling didn’t believe that statement, she let her fingers slip under the shirt, pressing slightly against his skin, but not really moving any further. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” Aisling told him honestly. Yes, he had woken her up, obviously, but Aisling really didn’t mind. She was pretty sure if she put her mind to it, she could fall back asleep quite easily. Except currently her mind was a bit preoccupied with trying to decide what she should and should not do now that Xavier was in her bed. “Is my bed everything you imagined it to be?” She asked teasingly, instead of acting on any of the other things that could also probably be described as ‘teasing’. -- Xavier didn’t move his hand when hers slipped from underneath it, running down his torso. He wasn’t sure if it was more the bed that was making him comfortable, his body relax, or the way she was curled around him. It could easily have been both, and he didn’t feel like thinking too much about it to try and figure it out. There wasn’t a point to it, after all. He would just enjoy it while he had it, and that was that. “You’re very nice,” he agreed softly, glad she didn’t seem to mind him waking her up. As much as he enjoyed sleep, he was sure the other members of the band did as well, and he hesitated to wake any of them up in the morning let alone in the middle of the night. He huffed out a quiet laugh in response to her question, nipping at the inside of his lip. “Well, I’d say it’s even better? You said you weren’t good at cuddling, yet here you are, doing just fine.” - Aisling didn’t think this was particularly indicative of her cuddling skills, actually. Firstly, he had barely been here for long enough to pass educated judgement, and secondly, Aisling didn’t feel like she had done much to be deemed a good cuddler. If anything, she might’ve just been too sleepy to not be a good cuddler. That and the freak out in her head about being so close to someone and not feeling weird about it was pretty minor. Even if it was there. A little bit. “We do aim to please, here at Grand Aisling Hotel,” she told him instead of mentioning how maybe she really quite liked this. “Apologies for lack of little chocolates,” she added. “But I promise the room service is excellent,” Aisling concluded with a grin, shifting ever so slightly so she could press a kiss against Xavier’s cheek. -- Xavier grinned softly, his eyes closing briefly at the kiss she pressed against his cheek. “I’m sure there are chocolates downstairs if I really wanted one,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to rest on the back of her head to keep it in place as he turned his own to press a kiss against her forehead, his fingertips scritching gently against her hair. “But I appreciate the thought.” His arm curled around her a little more to keep her close, the press of her body against his adding to the comfort of everything. He really did think she was better at the whole cuddling thing than she might give herself credit for, because she was doing better than the rating of fine he had given her out loud. Or maybe he was a sucker for getting wrapped up with someone. “Is room service going to bring me breakfast later?” - Aisling leaned into the touch, not particularly sure there was much room left to lean into, but she did manage. The sleepiness was slowly returning to her where it had been disturbed by Xavier appearing at first. Still, there was a niggling feeling at the back of her head, asking her why she wasn’t freaking out more. It seemed ridiculous and illogical to Aisling to freak out over not freaking out so she pushed the thought away, instead smiling softly at Xavier. At his question, Aisling gave a small snort. “I was more thinking that room service might let you take her shirt off later but I guess it’d be up to you if you rather trade it for breakfast,” she informed him. She had little to no intention of providing breakfast but Aisling could definitely be very amendable about the shirt thing. -- Now that was definitely different than little chocolates or breakfast. Xavier gave a soft hum and tilted his head down, resting his forehead against hers as he brought his hand down to trail along her arm, fingertips tracing lightly as they made their way down toward her hand. The way her fingers were pressed in against his skin suddenly felt like more than just an absent touch. “That would be better than breakfast,” he replied, because while he had been completely joking about breakfast he wasn’t really joking about that. “I mean, you’ve gotten me with my shirt off before so fair seems fair.” He grinned, his thumb rubbing against her side. - “Well, I wouldn’t want to be unfair,” Aisling commented with light chuckle. She might have also made some effort towards actually removing her shirt but that seemed like hard work since she was rather comfortable just pressed against Xavier. Instead she allowed her hand to move higher up under Xavier’s shirt, palm settling against his ribs, nails lightly scratching against the skin there. She did bring her knee up higher, though, because that took a lot less effort and came almost automatically, top of her thigh rubbing lightly against Xavier’s body. “They do say sleep comes easier due to the release of prolactin after sex,” Aisling informed Xavier, moving her face to half hide the grin into his neck. “I’m not sure about the exact science, though,” she added amused. There was certainly some truth to it, she knew that much. -- From the way they were tangled together, Xavier wasn't sure he could get her shirt off without a lot of movement on both their parts. He certainly wanted to, though, and not necessarily stop there, not with the way her fingernails were biting into his skin and her thigh was rubbing against him. He chuckled softly at what she said, turning his head to press a kiss against her hair since her face was against his neck. "Is that what they say?" he murmured, his hand moving away from her arm to find the hem of her shirt, fingers slipping beneath it to brush against her skin, tracing up her side. "Room service would have to let me take off more than her shirt if we wanted to see if they were right." - Aisling gave a small hum in agreement that that was in fact what they said, whoever they might be. She shifted her hips slightly, moving so Xavier’s hand would have more access to her skin, also ensuring that the leg draped against him slid pleasantly. “Could probably do that,” she commented thoughtfully, pressing a soft kiss against Xavier’s neck, where her face rested. “For science,” Aisling added with a grin, before moving so she could give Xavier’s jaw a small nibble. Briefly Aisling considered that perhaps this wasn’t the greatest of plans, but then she recalled that she had warned Xavier that there was great chance that any cuddles with her might just escalate into her making a pass at him. Aisling felt no shame in the this sort of progression. “I think it’s the same sort of chemical released as when running a marathon,” she said softly against Xavier’s skin. “If you’d rather,” Aisling offered, doing very little to in any way encourage that he rather chooses to run a marathon right now. -- Xavier gave a low hum as her leg pressed against him, his head tilting to make it easier for her to nibble at his jaw when she did. His hand flattened against the small of her back and his fingers spread out against her skin, running up her spine and causing her shirt to rake up in the back. He huffed out a short breath, nuzzling against her hair. "You keep coming up with ideas to get me to leave," he murmured, his fingertips pressing in against her skin. "First telling me to take a bath, now run a marathon... that's a long way to run even if it wasn't the middle of the night. I think I'll pass and stay here instead." - “Yes,” Aisling nodded in agreement. “But you know what they say about words and actions,” she added, running her tongue over the line of Xavier’s jaw. “And I’m rather sure none of my actions suggest you leave,” Aisling said, before tilting her hip slightly, so part of her body could lean on top of Xavier’s, even if majority of it was still supported by the bed. Her hand ran lower from where it had been resting against his ribs, to stop on his hip instead, Aisling’s thumb baking a small pattern against the skin. She pulled back, only enough to be able to turn her head so she could access Xavier’s lips as she pressed a rather gentle kiss against them. Her tongue run against his lips softly, before Aisling sucked Xavier’s lower lip between her teeth, giving it a slight nip and letting go again. She felt that perhaps she could get used to him in her bed, he fit well against her, Aisling thought. -- Thankfully none of her actions were suggesting she was anything but pleased he was there, and Xavier was feeling less bad about waking her up by the moment. His arm looped around her lowered down to rest around her hips as she leaned over him, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her shorts as his lips parted so she could suck on his lower one, his eyes closing briefly before she let it go. He tilted his head to kiss her, a slow and sleepy kiss but not lacking anything behind it. His tongue traced along her lips before he licked his way into her mouth, a low hum in the back of his throat. Her body was so warm and close and fit against him so nicely, and he honestly didn't care if he slept because being awake was feeling too nice to miss right then. - Aisling wasn’t too sure what she wanted more, to take her own shirt of or his. She opted for the later just because one of her hands was already at the hem of it, so it took little effort to push it up. Her other hand joined the first in running across Xavier’s ribs as the shirt moved upwards. Aisling was rather pleased with how successfully she managed to both kiss him and push his shirt up. Albeit, she did have to move in order to actually remove it, but Aisling took the opportunity to kiss her way back down Xavier’s jaw and then neck, not making much effort to stop there, as her body shifted to be more on top of his, her legs trapping him between hers. The kisses moved from Xavier’s neck to his collarbone, to his shoulder, which Aisling did give a not so gentle bite, before moving lower, almost exploratively as she made her way down to his hips. Those, too, earned a light touch of Aisling’s teeth, before she slid back up, rather effectively discarding her own shirt before pressing her lips against Xavier’s again. -- Xavier let his arms move from under her shirt easily as her hands shifted his shirt up, lifting himself up enough for her to be able to get it off him completely but then settling back down against the bed, pulling her down to him for another kiss before her mouth started drifting over other parts of his skin. His hands shifted to her hips, thumbs rubbing idly against them as she kissed along his neck, and he gave a soft huff of breath to the bite against his shoulder. As she moved further down, his fingers caught against her shirt and raked it up in the back, his hands moving against the bare skin of her back as his muscles jumped involuntarily under the attentions of her mouth. She could spend as much time exploring his body as she wanted, but he had intentions of his own. His gaze moved up over her as the tossed her shirt aside, his hands drifting up over her sides as she leaned down to kiss him, and he let that linger for a long moment before he pressed into the mattress with his elbow to get leverage to turn them over so he was on top of her, most of his weight supported by his arms rather than resting on her. He dragged kisses along her jaw, nosed his way down her neck, and shifted down enough to be able to press an open mouthed kiss against her breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth and tracing against it with his tongue. His teeth grazed against it lightly as he let it go, shifting over to do the same to the other before trailing lazy, open kisses down her torso. - When Xavier moved them so Aisling would be beneath him, a sound escaped her which Aisling wasn’t sure whether just came from her breathing or was a genuine moan. It might have been a mix between the two. She didn’t have a great deal of time to question it before his mouth was on her breasts and that did draw an actual moan out of her. Her body leaned upwards, into his touch without any effort at all, hands coming to his shoulders, before trailing over his neck, fingers running through Xavier’s hair. As Xavier’s lips were on her torso, the lower they moved, the more Aisling’s hips shameless buckled upwards, urging for more contact. The temptation to just push him towards the direction she wanted was great, but Aisling stopped herself, instead letting him choose where he went and what he did with the kisses. For now, at least, she was willing to let him have some of the charge, up until a point where she might disagree with the actions. So far, her body was more than happy to just respond. -- Xavier got down to where the waistband of her shorts were before he stopped, shifting back as his hands slid down her sides and hooked underneath them, tugging to get them and her underwear down her legs and off. He let his hands run up her legs from her ankles to her hips, leaning down and settling himself between them easily. Turning his head, he sucked a softly biting kiss against the inside of her thigh before looking up at her and dragging his tongue against her, his hands resting over her hips as he closed his mouth over her and groaned softly. - Aisling moved with a lot of perhaps well practiced ease to let Xavier slide her shorts off, body easily shifting to match his touch. She gave a small groan when his teeth scraped against the inside of her thigh, before a louder sound joined it when his mouth found its target. The hand that had been in Xavier’s hair had its nails scrape against his scalp, as Aisling’s body responded oh-so-easily to his tongue, her other hand grasping the sheet beneath her. His mouth felt great and Aisling’s head tilted backwards into her pillow as her hips moved upwards to meet it easier. She bit her own lip a touch too hard, letting another sound of satisfaction escape her. “Xavier,” she moaned in half-acknowledgment of the feeling but more an invitation for him to either carry on or move back up so she could kiss him. Aisling wasn’t too sure which, but she also didn’t particularly care either way, rather confident that whichever he chose she’d be rather pleased with it. -- Xavier stayed put where he was, his gaze flickering up when she moaned his name. His hands stayed loose over her hips as they moved, then slid up along her stomach, fingertips playing against her bare skin as they drifted upward to find their target. He cupped her breasts in his hands, thumbs grazing up over sensitive skin as his mouth worked over her, taking in the way her body reacted to what he was doing. His own hips shifted idly, getting a little much needed pressure and friction. There would be time to take care of that, but he was more interested in getting her off first, and he was well aware of what he could do with his mouth in that regard. Any tiredness that had been lingering in his mind was gone, and be was plenty alert to soak in what made her moan, made her hips jerk in response. Any little reaction encouraged him further, though he honestly didn't need much encouragement in the first place. - At no point would Aisling consider herself shy about her body or about sex in general, which meant that she was more than happy to relax into Xavier’s hands, let him explore her body with both his touches and his mouth. Aisling was not under any impression that she shouldn’t just tilt and twist until he was definitely hitting the bits she wanted him to. Her breath was coming along rougher, more jagged, interlinked with soft moans some of which came automatically and some of which she added for encouragement. Not that he seemed to need much of it, not the way there didn’t seem to be any hesitation to respond to Aisling’s movements. It didn’t take her long before Aisling could feel the first inklings of an orgasm cruising through her, had she not been too busy tightening her grip on the bedsheet and probably also Xavier, Aisling would have been rather pleased with making these choices. This was definitely worth the odd sensation she got from just cuddling. Aisling was willing to put up with cuddling if she got this in return. At least so she thought currently, but currently Aisling probably would have agreed to put up with many things in return for this. “Fuck,” she moaned softly, biting her lip, the swear word sounding more appropriate than anything else would, even if it might have been the first time Xavier would have ever heard her swear. -- Xavier easily responded to the way she moved beneath him, letting her guide him the way she was with moving her hips to get him where she wanted, more than happy with the way her fingers were tangled into his hair. He was no stranger to them being there, but the way they tightened and tugged was much different than any of the times she'd petted at it to help him relax on occasion. He groaned against her at the sound of her swearing, a slight thrill of pride running through him that he'd pulled the word out of her. He didn't relent until he could feel her coming down, then his attentions slowed and he dragged a line of hard kisses along her inner thigh before crawling up over her, dropping kisses idly against her skin before meeting her mouth with his again. - The sensation of an orgasm settled into Aisling’s body, making her breath catch on its return. The kisses scattered across her skin on Xavier’s way back up were almost missed as she tried to regain thought. It hardly stopped her from kissing him, though, drawing him in, one hand still tangled in his hair. The other hand, which had been dedicated to clutching the sheet before, came up, running over Xavier’s lower back. With a lot of ease, it slid under the waistband of his boxers, allowing Aisling’s fingers to cup his arse, her own hips bucking upwards to grind against Xavier. Aisling bit Xavier’s lip as they kissed, verging on the line of too hard, as she run her hand over his neck, across his back, letting her nails scrape sharply into his skin. Part of the appeal was the potential for the marks to stay long after her hands had left the skin. One of Aisling’s legs came upwards, moving so allow for Xavier’s body to easier settle between her thighs, pushing upwards to meet his body with only a thin piece of cloth between them. -- Xavier huffed out a breath as her hand slid down and over his arse, his hips rolling down against hers and giving him some much needed pressure to where he was hard, and had been since before he'd gone down on her. He moaned at the bite to his lip, the way her nails bit in against his skin, his breath ragged and falling hard from his lips as he pulled away from the kiss to try and catch it for at least a moment. His body settled easily against her when her leg shifted to give him the room to do so, and they fit together just as well like that as they had when they'd been cuddling not long before. His face burrowed against the crook of her neck as he said her name in a mumbled out moan, feeling wrapped up in her from grinding down against her and then also feeling her hand firmly on his ass when his hips rocked back. He lifted his head enough to be able to speak without his voice being muffled. “I don’t have my wand… you took your potion, right?” - The way Xavier said her name against her skin made Aisling grin. She moved her head slightly, so she’d be able to nip lightly at the top of his ear. His body felt soft and hard against hers in all the right places and ways, which made Aisling briefly pull her hand away from his arse to push his underwear off. One of her thighs coming up slightly to do a magnificent job at pushing the piece of clothing down. Her other hand found its way between them, fingers wrapping around his cock, spreading the wet and the heat as the touched. “Yes,” she gave him in a soft response to his question, not having the concentration to tease him for not having a conveniently stashed wand somewhere. Instead, she led him to press against her, easy in her movement, head tilting back so she could meet his mouth in a kiss before her body pushed down on his. Aisling moaned deeply into the kiss, the now free hand moving to Xavier’s hip, fingers almost cramping into it to dictate the speed. -- Xavier's hips stilled as she worked to push his underwear down, and he supported most of his weight on his forearms as her hand snaked down between them. He moaned at the touch of her fingers circling around him, not needing much guidance to get to where she wanted him, where he wanted, pressing into her as their mouths met again. He swallowed her moan with one of his own as he easily set a steady pace of his hips rolling in, not unaware of her fingers digging into his hip to push him on. His teeth dragged against her lower lip, nipping and biting but not too hard. Leaning onto one of his arms more than the other, he reached down with a hand and gripped onto her thigh, hiking her leg up to get a better angle of it as he thrust into her. - Hiking Aisling’s leg up definitely allowed for a better angle, which her body informed Xavier with a lot of ease as she gasped against him, pushing herself up to meet his thrust rather eagerly. Leg bent at the knee, Aisling moved it to rest atop of the back of his, movement aiding greatly in the way she was pushing her body to match his movement. Another swear word escaped her lips in between the kisses and Aisling didn’t even take time to notice it, her response so natural that she had no time to consider why swearing might be a part of it. The hand that had been so happily against Xavier’s hip, came up so Aisling could push an open hand against the wall behind her, using it as extra support to push down on Xavier, seeking something. “Harder,” she groaned with a realization of what it was her body was aiming for, what she wanted. Aisling wasn’t very good with soft and kind, not really. -- Xavier's breath was so ragged and uneven that the kisses were short, breaking off easily, like his attention span for them was short but truly it was far from that. Even if it had been, his attention would have been better focused in other places, like how Aisling's leg had wrapped around when he'd moved it, and the words falling from her lips between kisses and in moans. He sucked on her lower lip for a second before letting it go with a pop, shifting slightly to get his knees planted better against the mattress, giving him better leverage to provide her what she was asking for. Harder he could do, with sharp, punctuated jerks of his hips against her, a low moan in his chest. He slid his hand up her arm, fingers wrapping around her wrist where she was pressing against the wall, his teeth grazing along her jawline before he dropped his head down to bite her shoulder - not hard, but hard enough. - It was somewhere in between how his fingers wrapped around her wrist and his teeth scraped against her skin that Aisling’s body jerked with pleasure. She pushed herself onto him without any gentleness for Aisling never really aimed for gentle when it came to sex. The hand not currently held down was on Xavier’s arse, fingers digging into the skin tightly as their bodies matched in a hard but repetitive motion. Aisling twisted and turned against Xavier’s body, until her own mouth could comfortably press against his neck, giving it a lick that was much softer than the bite that followed. Her tongue did return to lick over the bite again, though, a moan escaping her lips only to be hushed up by Xavier’s body. She wanted to ask - not beg - for him to be even less gentle, but felt that perhaps movement might be easier than request, so she pushed her wrist up, into his hand, aiming for him to stop her before she could pull her hand away. -- He could feel the way her body reacted to each touch, his teeth, his hand covering her wrist, and each movement seemed to make her react more and more. Xavier groaned when she bit his neck, tilting his head away from her to elongate his neck as she licked it again, low heat starting to pool low in his stomach. He dipped his head down, nipping open mouthed kisses along her clavicle, his teeth dragging against it. His attention was taken away from that by her wrist moving in his hand, and his fingers curled tighter around it to keep her from pulling it away, pinning it down to the bed above her head. He would have done the same to her other wrist as well, except he liked how her fingers were digging into the flesh of his ass, holding onto him like she needed to. Xavier nosed his way up her neck to her ear, drawing her earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it for a moment before nipping at it, catching it between his teeth and giving a little tug as he gave a particularly sharp jerk of his hips against her. - When he kept her hand in place, Aisling’s body reacted instantly, everything becoming hotter and wetter, which she hadn’t realised had even been a possibility. She would have let him hold down her other wrist, too, but moving it seemed more effort than was really required in the given situation, since having her hand on his arse aided Aisling in pushing against him so much more. There were sounds escaping her that Aisling wasn’t even attempting to control, they seemed to come from deep within her and move on their own accord. It seemed pointless to bother to stop them, really. The sharp jerk of Xavier against her and in her caught Aisling unprepared. Quite, since it made her both swear and say his name in one short breath as she came. If Aisling had had any ability to concentrate on anything but the feeling rushing through her body, she might have congratulated him, because it was rare that this sort of thing made her do much more than just enjoy it. She clenched around him, only half-accidentally, but mostly with a clear idea in her mind of what the sensation would feel like, especially when paired with her own body having reacted so eagerly to his movements. -- Xavier’s breath caught in his throat when she came, a moan already falling from his lips before she clenched around him, but then it quickly deepening at the added sensation. He buried his face against her neck as he came with a gasp, his fingers tightening around her wrist a little more as his body tensed and his orgasm rolled through him in waves of pleasure. Slowly, his body stilled over her, his grip loosening and his breath falling hard and heavy against her skin where his face was pressed. “See?” He mumbled, breathless as he lifted his head to get to her mouth, capturing it in a lazy series of kisses, which probably would have simply been one long one if not for his need to breathe. “Good thing I didn’t go run a marathon.” - Aisling kissed back, her own breathing no more linear than his. She shifted to move her leg slightly, the weight of him on top of her suddenly noticeable but hardly uncomfortable. “Still plenty of time,” Aisling told him teasingly, moving her hand from where it was still under his, but finding it easy to take back now that she actually wanted him to let go. She brought it up to his hair, gently running it through, before brushing Xavier’s cheek softly, fingers much more careful than they had been during the sex. “How are those prolactins coming along?” She asked softly, pressing a light kiss against Xavier’s cheek. It would be a lie to say that Aisling had initiated sex just on the basis that Xavier might find it easier to sleep after, but if that was an added benefit, she certainly wouldn’t complain. Helping out, that’s what friends were for, right? -- Xavier slid his arm back once her hand was out from under it, leaning onto it to shift his weight up off of her a little, his head tilting into her touch as her fingers ran through his hair and along his cheek. A soft smile turned up the corners of his mouth at her question, and he brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth before looking down at her and resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling between them. “I think I can feel them getting released,” he murmured with a little grin, lifting his hand to brush her hair back from her face. “How are yours?” - Aisling didn’t think she felt particularly sleeping but in lieu of an answer she gave a yawn, which then made her giggle a little. “Pretty good, I guess,” she replied with a smile, her other hand running softly over Xavier’s back. The sharp nails of before now replaced with a gentle touch, his skin feeling soft beneath hers. “You want to try to sleep?” She offered softly, pressing another kiss against his lips, no intent behind it this time. “Since a moment might be needed for recharging,” Aisling added with another grin. She wasn’t opposed to the idea of more efforts in releasing sleep hormones, but she did suspect that at least for her the first round of attempts had been rather effective. -- Xavier hummed softly at the touch of her hand moving over his back, eyes briefly closing at her kiss. He gave a quiet laugh and and lifted his head so he could give a little shake of it. “I think sleep might be possible, thankfully,” he replied, pressing a lingering kiss against her lips before dotting one on her forehead as well. “If it’s not, then we’ll talk about recharging.” He pressed his hands into the mattress to lift himself off her, carefully moving over to her side but not far. Xavier settled on his back as he had been before, when they’d both still been clothed and there under the guise of cuddles, before it had become far more, and he pulled her along with him to bring her against his side like she had been. - Aisling went with Xavier as he laid on his back, easily curling into his body, pressing a soft kiss against the bits of skin she could access as they moved. She felt sleepy, content as one tended to be after having sex. His body felt lovely against hers and only briefly did Aisling entertain the idea of asking him to leave. It seemed a bit rude since he had only come here in hopes to sleep in the first place, kicking him out wouldn’t be a very friendly thing to do. Even if a small part of Aisling kind of wanted to because she had no experience of sleeping with someone after having sex with them. Or at all. Still, she decided that this wasn’t just someone, this was Xavier and Aisling liked Xavier. Thus it didn’t matter if he stayed, she didn’t actually want to object. So instead Aisling draped one of her arms over his now-bare chest, moving her head to gently rest against his shoulder. Maybe if he was very lucky, she’d make him pancakes in the morning. |