Lem Collier (littlelem) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-07-07 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, lem, lem x nic, nic |
Who: Nic and Lem
When: Thursday, Nov 2, evening
Where: the Castell’s house
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
The snow the day before had been kind of nice, blanketing everything in that clean white. It hadn’t lasted long, and there hadn’t been enough to play in, but still. Lem liked snow. Then rain had come on Thursday morning, and along with it just this ... bad feeling. It had put Lem on edge all day long. Vex had been fine, they had worked in the basement, building the werewolf cage, and he’d been with her all day. His head seemed pretty clear, there had been no strange visions ... but he’d had the feeling too, he said. Like some other sort of storm was brewing than the one that pelted rain against the house off and on all day.
After she’d had a shower and they’d eaten some pizza, she’d started to worry about the other people in town that they knew. Specifically the ones next door. More specifically, the man next door. Lem stared out the window toward the Castell house for quite a while, gnawing on her thumbnail and willing that foreboding feeling to go away. It didn’t. So she made the impulsive decision to visit. She pulled on her giant hoodie again and stuffed her feet into sneakers. On impulse, she grabbed some of the cookies she and Vex had bought, then headed out the door and across the yard. Her heart was beating hard as she jogged up the Castell’s porch stairs and rang the doorbell. Lem bounced on her toes a little, casting mistrustful glances around. Nic had better be home, and he’d better be all right, or she was going to be upset with this place.
Nic had woken with a sense of foreboding that he hadn’t been able to shake, but if it had been brought on by a dream, then he didn’t remember it. It had plagued him all morning, only to find out that Zania was experiencing it as well. While he was somewhat relieved to find out he wasn’t alone, and that it wasn’t likely connected to the mirrors and the dreams, it was somewhat disconcerting for them both to feel like doom was on its way. It spun Zania into a tizzy, trying to figure out something she could do to prepare for the full moon, even if they didn’t know that that’s what was coming.
The full moon was definitely coming, of that they were certain. So they’d started making candles. Large pillar candles scented with wolfsbane oil. Not for them, since they knew Vex and Lem were trying to draw the werewolf to them, but for other people. Zania wanted to advertise them as Full Moon candles to be burned in first story windows. It was a good idea, he’d give her that. Nic had just finished pouring the mold for one when the doorbell rang. For a second he expected Zania to answer it, then remembered that she was out in the greenhouse. He wiped his hands on his jeans and jogged to the door, pleasantly surprised to see Lem standing on the other side. “Hey,” he said, “Everything okay?”
Lem’s small shoulders sagged in relief when Nic answered the door. She was glad it wasn’t Zania, so she wouldn’t have to awkwardly ask a bunch of ‘is your brother okay’ sorts of questions. She didn’t know why those would be awkward, really, she just felt like they would. Lem wasn’t used to giving a shit about people, she wasn’t good at it yet. “Hey, yeah, no ... here,” she said, pushing the plastic cookie container against his stomach. That was stupid though, that wasn’t why she was there. “Um ... just had a bad feeling all day. I wanted to make sure everything was okay over here. With you.” She glanced up at his face and then away again, feeling dumb all of the sudden. He was obviously fine.
Nic took the container, looking down at it curiously, then back at her. She’d brought him food? He peeked open the lid and gave her a smile smile. “Thanks,” he said, then began to nod with her, completely understanding, even when he couldn’t explain it. “Yeah, same here. Like, since I woke up. Like something horrible’s going to happen or… I dunno.” If he knew, he’d feel better, no matter what it was. “You wanna come in? Have a cookie? I’m making anti-werewolf candles.” It felt productive, even if he wasn’t sure that that was the thing he needed to fear. His mind kept going back to the dreams, but he couldn’t connect it, especially now that everyone was feeling the bad feeling.
The cookies had been an excuse, and it was probably obvious, since they were half-gone already. Vex might be annoyed that she’d taken all of the rest of them, but he would get over it. Lem felt a bit of relief that Nic had felt the bad feeling too, but also not, because that just confirmed to her that something bad really was going to happen. She nodded as well to his description, because that was exactly what it felt like. “Anti-werewolf candles?” she asked with a little smile as she stepped inside the house. That was at least a distracting topic. “Can I help?”
“Sure,” Nic said, picking out a cookie and taking a bite, then offering one to her as he led the way towards the kitchen. “They’re really just pillar candles scented with wolfsbane, but we think it might prevent a werewolf from going near a house. Like a deterrent. No real magic, just herbs, oils, and wax.” It was keeping him busy, which was what mattered at the moment. Nic felt like he was just passing the time till the dreams struck again, waiting for another clue. “How’s the cage coming along?”
Lem toed out of her shoes near the door and followed along behind him, munching on the cookie she’d accepted. The Bad Feeling was still there, lingering in the back of her thoughts, but it was easier to ignore now that she knew the two other people she cared about in town were okay. Knowing what herbs to use to fend off werewolves sounded like real magic to her, but she wasn’t going to argue with a witch about it. He knew what he was talking about. “It’s almost done,” she told him. “So much welding, ugh. But it actually looks like a cage now.” She glanced around the kitchen curiously. “It smells nice in here,” she offered.
“I’ll have to come by and see it when you’re done. I know Zan was excited about it,” Nic smiled. It was so random, but projects of that sort tended to draw his sister in. She’d try just about anything once, including welding. Nic was there to help if they needed it, but so far he’d stuck to the smaller things, like the bullets. “That’s probably the vanilla and cherry you’re smelling,” he said, coming around the table to show her one of the finished candles. His were a deep red, the scent a musky cherry vanilla with cloves and poppies. “The wolfsbane is very faint, more for the werewolves than the humans. They’ll pick up on it and stay away, while we’ll have something better to smell.”
Lem took the candle in both her hands and took a deep smell of it. It did smell good, rich and delicious, and she immediately wanted one to burn and think of Nic. That was kind of at cross-purpose to what they were trying to accomplish though. Maybe she could get him to make one without the wolfsbane. “This is all really cool,” she said, glancing around at his candle-making setup again. Both of them just seemed so damn talented. “You guys can do like, everything.” She sniffed the candle one more time before offering it back. Once her hands were free, Lem impulsively wrapped both arms around Nic in a brief, tight hug.
“Not everything,” Nic grinned as he hugged her back. Though he argued it, he appreciated the compliment. Most people never saw even half of what they were capable of, but even that was a weird mix of skills that might fit better at a Renaissance festival or circus act than everyday life. “We kind of suck at normal things. We’re lucky that there’s this little niche market that allows us to do what we’re passionate about.” He was pretty sure he’d kill himself if he ever had to get a desk job, that was for sure. “Plus, you get the added benefit of seeing our experiments,” he told her with a little wink.
“Normal things are stupid anyway, we suck at them too,” Lem murmured as she clung to him for a beat, then let go. She didn’t know where Zan was, after all, or if it was weird for her to accidentally see or anything. It felt like a strange thing for her to care about, but she kind of did, since she liked both of them. Lem wasn’t great at making friends, but she’d seen enough to know that people were really weird sometimes, and she didn’t want to make weirdness. But that was a thought-tangent that she didn’t need at the moment. Lem half-smiled at Nic and looked over the candle-making set up again. “It’ll be a good skill to have when the world ends, we’ll all need candles,” she told him, just in case he hadn’t thought of that.
For that moment that he held her, Nic ran his hand down her back, enjoying the closeness. He had the stray thought to kiss her, to ask her to stay and make sure he didn’t sleepwalk out into the street again, but in the next second she let go and he second guessed himself. “Candles for light. Candles for protection, for more than just werewolves. I’ll have to make you one without the wolfsbane, since you might end up with one in your cage. I just need to decide what it should do.” That was the hard part sometimes, and why they didn’t try to pre-make magical objects for people to buy, everyone needed something specific and personalized, better made on the fly. “Hopefully the world won’t end anytime soon.”
Lem was pleased that he suggested making a candle for her without her having to ask for it, and she smiled a bit before she pursed her lips thoughtfully. She wasn’t sure what it should do either. “Hopefully, yeah,” she agreed, though really, Lem sometimes thought that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The world kind of sucked. “Just general protection would probably do us some good,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. Then something occurred to her and she tilted her head at Nic. “Hey ... do you know anything about shadow people? I saw a bunch around the cemetery, with these like ... special sunglasses this guy had. They just seemed curious, but I dunno ... I’ve never seen one before.” Lem found a clear spot on the counter and boosted herself up to sit on it, her feet swinging a bit.
“That’s easy enough,” Nic said, giving her a smile. He started to pick out certain herbs then, changing the composition of the spell just slightly for Lem’s candle. “What do you mean by shadow people? Like--wait, the guys with the sunglasses? You used them? The glasses?” He’d been mildly curious before the glasses clicked into place and he remembered that Zania had given them to a couple of non-believers. Noah hadn’t mentioned seeing anything with them, so he’d assumed he wasn’t wearing them, but hearing Lem had worn them shifted his mood to mild alarm. “Were they, like, 80s style sunglasses and you could see spirits when you were wearing them?”
That just confirmed Lem’s suspicion all over again that the sunglasses had come from Zania. It had totally seemed like something she would do. Lem had to grin briefly, but Nic’s tone made it fade pretty quickly. “Yeah,” she answered, lightly banging her heels against the cabinet under her for a second. “A guy named Noah had them. He didn’t seem to like, even really believe what he was seeing through them, but I know better. They were real. And they seemed kinda interested in us. So we left, and I told them they had nothing to worry about. The shadows.” They hadn’t seemed like regular ghosts to Lem, but who knew what things were supposed to look like through that sort of lens anyway.
Nic took a deep breath, nodding as he listened to Lem’s explanation. He moved closer to her, standing before her where she sat on the cabinet so that they were eye to eye. “Yeah, the glasses allow you to see spirits more easily. But they also act like a sort of beacon. They draw them in. Not just ghosts, but demons, all kinds of creatures. It’s not a big deal if you notice them, but it can be an issue if they notice you. I can fix it though. If we need to.” Hopefully Lem hadn’t come across anything dangerous. She had a good head on her shoulders. She knew what she was seeing, even while Noah denied it. “Zan gave him the glasses at the festival. I think she intends to do a cleansing ritual for him when he asks for help, but that would take him believing what he’s seeing first.”
Lem liked how he was still tall, even when she was sitting on the countertop. Her brow quirked at the mention of demons, but nothing he said fazed her much. Because he also said that he could fix it, and she liked that, too. “Told you you could do everything,” she murmured with a little smile. Lem spread her legs further apart and hooked her calves behind Nic’s knees to pull him in even closer, her hands moving to his sides. “I tried to convince him,” she continued, curling her fingers in his shirt and gazing up at him. “But a lot of people suck at listening to me. So.” Lem shrugged. It sounded like Noah’s problem and not hers. She didn’t think any of the shadow people had followed her or stuck to her or whatever was a risk to happen. She hadn’t quite been scared of them in the first place, so maybe she was in the clear.
Her response brought a little smirk to his lips and he let her pull him in, his hands sliding up her thighs. “I think he needs to figure it out for himself. It’ll take some time, and probably a good scare, but hopefully that’s it.” He knew Zania had been annoyed when she gave the guys the glasses, but he doubted she wanted to see them dead. Hopefully they wouldn’t pick up something too dangerous, but they weren’t really his concern. “If you see anything, let me know,” he murmured softly. “You don’t need some ghost stalking you. You’re already werewolf hunting.” It was no surprise that she’d seen things in the cemetery. That place would be crawling with ghosts, the majority of them harmless.
Noah had been all right, but Lem knew he wasn’t Her People, so she wasn’t really concerned about him either. Hopefully he wouldn’t get stuck with a demon or something, but she wasn’t going to lose sleep over it. What she was focused on now was Nic’s apparent concern for her, which was kind of delightful and adorable. Nobody worried about her except Vex. At least until recently, that was. “I will,” she promised in a return murmur. “So far so good.” Lem rubbed her thumbs against Nic’s sides and raised an eyebrow at him slightly. “How about you? Any more sleepwalking? Bad dreams?”
Nic smiled at Lem, then leaned in and gave her a quick little kiss. She would be okay. He would watch out for her and he’d tell Zania to do the same. “No more sleepwalking, but I had another dream this last weekend. It was like I was drowning, which… was just the weirdest feeling. I normally have this command over water and…” He shook his head, a chill running down his spine as he recalled the dream, the feeling of liquid filling his lungs and not being able to push it back out. “I woke up with a bloody nose. Not a big deal overall, but I really, really hate feeling helpless. I met with the other guys having similar dreams, but we don’t seem to have anything in common. The only idea was to talk to this dream walker that one of them knows.”
The kiss was nice, and Lem wanted more of those, but she’d asked him a question, so it had to wait. She could feel tiny echoes of his revulsion as he talked about the drowning dream, so that meant it had to have been especially awful for him. Lem could relate a bit at least -- she hated feeling helpless too. It was pretty much the worst. She hitched her legs up a little higher on his hips and clung with them, hooking her ankles behind him. It was like a leg-hug. Her lips twisted to the side as he told her that meeting with the others hadn’t been helpful. That kind of sucked, but ... “What’s a dream walker?” she asked. That sounded interesting.
“It’s a type of psychic, someone who can enter someone else’s dreams,” Nic said, his hands settling on her hips as he leaned against the counter, as close as he could get to her now that she’d locked on to him. “I’ve never met one, so I don’t know all their abilities, but I think they can manipulate dreams as well. If we’d all managed to piss this girl off somehow, I’d have thought maybe she was causing it, but I’ve never even heard of her and neither had the others. I’m kind of surprised that Neil knew about her.” In his experience, psychics tended to be even more tight lipped about their abilities than witches.
Lem knew about psychics, more or less. She and Vex were some, and they’d met a few others whom she actually believed over the years. Plenty of those who claimed to be psychic were full of shit. “Sounds ... kinda dangerous,” she murmured. Dreams were very important. They could be messages, or act as gateways into other worlds. Having the ability to traverse and manipulate them was interesting. “Maybe she can help, though. Or ... I dunno, sometimes I slip into Vex’s dreams, when he’s having visions ... maybe I can do it with yours?” She would have to be in close proximity to him when he had one, but Lem knew her conduit power worked on more people than just Vex, so why not?
Nic knew Lem had abilities beyond the norm, but he hadn’t really put together what they were. He definitely hadn’t considered her being able to step into his dreams with him. It made him curious and he was inclined to say yes, despite how vulnerable he would be. His only concern was that his dreams were being manipulated by something else, something that could bloody up his nose and drive him from his bed and into the street. “If I was having one of those dreams, would you be in danger? Or are you just observing?” he asked. “How does it work when you’re in one of Vex’s?”
There was that concern again, and Lem smiled reflexively. Why did that feel so nice? Plenty of guys in her past had talked a big game about protecting her, about fixing her whole life and helping her get ‘better.’ They were full of bullshit. Vex hadn’t wanted her to get ‘better,’ because he hadn’t thought she was sick in the first place. That was why she clung to him. Something about the way Nic said things made Lem believe he wasn’t bullshitting. He’d already gotten in her pants, so why bother? Plus he just seemed ... sincere. “Just observing,” she said. “Just seeing what you see. Vex thinks I make his visions louder and clearer ... maybe if I’m there your’s’ll be clearer too.” She hoped she didn’t get sucked into the drowning one, but the other ones he’d told her about sounded more manageable.
Nic nodded as he considered it, already leaning towards letting her. He’d be more comfortable with Lem in his dreams than Jane, plus she was perceptive. She knew what was out there, that she needed to be careful. And if she could make them clearer, maybe he could pick up on something he’d missed before. “Okay,” he said with a little smile. “They don’t happen every night though. How will you know which dreams to step into? I could be dreaming about anything tonight.” Or any other night. If they knew when the dreams were coming, they could prepare. Lem might wander into his dream and find herself in some wild fantasy of his and how awkward would that be? It wasn’t like he could control it though, and she didn’t seem the type to judge.
Lem let out a little giggle as her mind went down a dirty path. She tried to drag it back, though. “It’s not every dream,” she explained. “Not normal ones, it’s gotta be something special. I dunno, there’s just ... when something Weird is happening? Or when people get real emotional? It puts off some other kind of energy and something in me ... latches on.” Lem pursed her lips and shrugged, aware that was kind of a lame explanation, but she didn’t know any other words for it. “It’s more that I get pulled in when I’m close to it than I get to choose. So I would have to spend the night with you when one happened.” She knew that might be a deal-breaker, it would have to be a good coincidence, because he probably didn’t want her hanging around that much.
That actually explained a lot. Nic had been wondering if she was a bit of a dream walker herself, but it sounded more like a form of telepathy that was drawn to supernatural elements, like Vex’s visions or his weird dreams. “That makes sense, I think. The emotional thing is interesting. It makes me wonder if it has to do with the intensity, since the wierd things are intense by nature, you know?” He was guessing here, saying it aloud more so she could correct him than thinking he’d got it right. Nic’s thumbs rubbed over her hips and he arched a brow. “Would you want to stay the night?” He hadn’t thought that was an option, remembering that she was usually with Vex, but maybe they could work something out.
Lem shrugged, because she didn’t really know if that was right or not. Maybe so, sometimes she just straight-up felt other people’s emotions. It had been hell in the psych ward, not so much on the road where they were more isolated most of the time. But she liked being a Seer. There was something transformative about peeking behind the curtain of the universe. It was a privilege. The other question made her smile up at him as she gave him a little squeeze with her thighs. “I mean ... maybe not every night, but if you wanna experiment a few nights a week ...” Lem let that trail off suggestively. She meant it in the help-way, but all of this sharing and stuff was making her feel kinda warmly receptive, too.
While he was curious about her abilities, Nic didn’t press. It could be a very personal thing and he knew it didn’t exactly come with a user manual. He liked the way she smiled at him though, and the way her legs tightened around him. It made it difficult not to take the suggestion in a much more fun, recreational sense, though he knew that wasn’t what she meant. Then again, who said they had to be mutually exclusive? “How could I say no to that?” He grinned, leaning in to kiss her again, this time letting it linger, the candle creation project forgotten for the time being.
There were all kinds of things that could happen before sleep did, and Lem was positive they could enjoy themselves multitasking. She wasn’t sure yet how Vex would feel about her spending nights away, that wasn’t something they’d done since they’d reunited, but the situations were kind of different on the road. It was a safety thing. The Castells were safe, she would be right next door ... or maybe Nic could even come sleep with her sometimes. Whatever, she didn’t have to work out all the details yet. Lem let all that go and just kissed him back, her arms slipping around his ribs. She hadn’t come over to make out on purpose, but damn did it feel nice. Lem nibbled on Nic’s bottom lip and gave a contented hum.
For the first time all day, Nic was distracted enough that he didn’t feel like something horrible was about to happen. He knew mentally that nothing had changed, that there was still a full moon this weekend and that Lem and Vex were planning on hunting a werewolf, and that the mirror-dream monster was still lurking offstage waiting for him to sleep, but with her lips against his that all became white noise. Nic deepened the kiss and pulled her hips a little closer to the edge, wanting just a little more for just a little longer. Things had been so shitty lately, but Lem’s presence pulled him out of it, making him feel a little bit lighter, like maybe things weren’t as bad as they sometimes seemed.
Lem was feeling similarly relieved. Kissing Nic and feeling his warmth against her made that uneasy feeling that had been lingering in the back of her mind feel dim and easy to ignore. After a whole day of unplaceable anxiety, that felt like a huge relief, and not one she wanted to give up quite yet. She pulled her knees up even higher against his body, moving her lips over his with a soft sound in the back of her throat. When things got hard, she often turned to physical distractions, and it was more than nice to find one that she wanted to indulge in more than once. But she liked Nic, and in spite of the weirdness and the danger, she liked living in Point Pleasant. One-nighters on the road didn’t hold a candle to this.
When she made little noises like that, Nic found it hard to keep in mind that they were in the kitchen, that the lights were on and the blinds open and, most importantly, that his sister was in the greenhouse. While he doubted anyone would be peering in through their windows, Zania could return at any point and kill the mood. But she wasn’t there now and Lem felt so good against him, so he put it out of his mind for the time being, his hands finding their way under the hem of her shirt and resting on her sides. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the cookie they’d shared, plus a taste that was just Lem, one he wanted more of with every little kiss.
She knew Zania was around somewhere, but Lem wasn’t thinking about her, except in a vague ‘can’t fuck on the countertop’ sort of way. All she could really think about was the feel of Nic’s hands under her shirt and how his tongue slid against hers. His body felt firm and strong between her thighs, and it was all starting to make her heart beat faster. One hand slid further up to cup the back of his neck and her back arched a bit more, chest pressing into his. If they’d for sure been home alone, she would’ve been stripping him by then, but as it was, she kind of enjoyed having to exercise a bit of restraint. It was like a tease. Lem was usually too impatient for teases, but there was something different about this. It wasn’t a fleeting chance to blow off some steam. Nic was right there and she didn’t feel rushed at all. Lem kissed him deeply, her hunger spreading in like a slow stretch.
It had been a while since Nic had someone in his life that he was willing to let close to him both mentally and physically. Usually it was one or the other, a physical connection without anything outside the bedroom or the trust of a close friend without the chemistry. Lem had weaseled her way into that space in between and it added an element that he both enjoyed and was weary of. It made him feel like he should think about what he was doing, and yet with her body wrapped around him, thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. His hands inched higher under her shirt, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, wanting more, but also enjoying the chance to tease her. With her body pressed tightly against his, he could feel arousal starting to stir, the desire to make this more than just kisses in the kitchen, to lay her out on the table and show her just how much he appreciated her company.
The soft touch to her breasts made Lem’s pussy tingle, which took her a little bit by surprised. They weren’t usually that sensitive except for the pierced nipples. Maybe it was something in the way Nic did it. Or it was Nic himself. Whatever it was, it felt good. She gave a soft hum against his lips, her legs flexing around him. If anybody was on board with not thinking, it was Lem. And gods, it was hard to think with Nic’s tongue dancing with hers and a bulge starting to grow in the front of his jeans. Lem could feel it, and it was tantalizing. It had been a long time since she’d been interested in fucking a dude more than once -- Lem felt much more potential here than usual. She slid her hands to his biceps to grip for a moment, then pulled her mouth away with real effort. “Wanna go upstairs?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” Nic answered, not even having to think about it. The candle project could wait till morning. The chance to strip Lem’s clothes off was far more appealing, the memory of her body wrapped around his enough to spur him into action. Nic slid his hands under her and lifted her off the counter, not at all surprised to find her easy to carry. He laughed softly, then kissed her again, his feet moving them out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. There he might have to put her down; this was fun so long as it wasn’t a hazard and the least sexy thing he could possibly do was drop her.
She knew she wasn’t hard to pick up, but Lem clung to his shoulders to make it even easier for him, a little giggle escaping her. She trusted him to know the layout of his own house, and didn’t mind kissing him back in the slightest, enjoying the sensation of being carried. It was pretty hot, actually, especially with how she could feel his hips moving under her thighs. Once they reached the stairs, Lem looked around, then flashed Nic a little grin. “Down? Or want me to hop on your back?” It was probably silly, but she liked being toted around like she weighed nothing. When it suited her, of course. And right then it did.
If he was going to carry her, he preferred her on the front, where she was rubbing against him and he could grab her with both hands if need be. She was holding on too, which definitely helped, and he grinned back at her before starting up the stairs. “Just hold on,” he said, one hand under her ass, the other on the banister to help him keep his balance. He kissed her when he made it to the top, but then turned down the hall to his room, shutting the door behind him before dropping her down on the bed. He laughed as he leaned over her, stealing another kiss. The moment took him back years, like he was teenager again, caught up in the chemistry between them and not caring about anything else. He’d not had this much freedom back then, but that was how Lem made him feel, like he could let go of his worries and just enjoy the moment with her.
Lem let out a little ‘yaay’ and a giggle once they reached the top of the steps, and smooched Nic back happily. She bounced a bit on the bed once he put her down, and grinned briefly before their mouths met again. She loved that he liked to kiss her -- a lot of guys got weird about it, like it was only something boyfriends did. But unless her partner’s mouth was just nasty, Lem adored making out. Without breaking the kiss, she immediately grabbed for the bottom of Nic’s shirt to pull it up, wanting it off of him as soon as possible. There was so much skin to touch, and too much of it was currently covered up. Lem nipped at Nic’s bottom lip before she pulled back enough for him to strip his shirt off and got her knees under her. She dipped her head lower to kiss and nuzzle at his chest, her hands roaming over his back and sides with appreciation.
Nic had always liked to kiss, even with the girls he didn’t expect to see again. He knew why some didn’t, that it tended to make things more intimate, but if they were going to fuck was that really an issue? He tugged at her shirt as she tugged at his, the kiss getting sloppy, but he really didn’t care. There was something thrilling about feeling up a girl who didn’t wear a bra, allowing him to brush his thumbs over her nipples, then give the piercings a little tug. He stopped just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, then began to pull hers up too, his eyes shutting briefly as her hands roamed over his body. The attention was nice, but he would’ve liked it better if he could feel all of her skin as well.
Lem let out a little giggle -- she always enjoyed this part, the unwrapping of people like presents, the heady rush to get clothes off and get down to their real selves. She technically understood the need for clothes for protection and warmth and hygiene and all that shit, but really, what was more natural than being naked? Especially when you had another naked person with you, to do what humans did? It was part of why she never wore a bra, and panties only rarely. Why put even more barriers in the way? So she pulled back to let Nic tug her shirt off, flashed a grin up at him, and started to undo the fly of his jeans so she could push those down too.
Nic hummed in appreciation when he could run his hands over her skin, flicking her nipples again, then leaning down to kiss her as she worked on his pants. He wanted to do the same, to slide them down her legs and drop them to the floor, but he’d always found it too difficult to do both at once. When he felt his jeans go loose on his hips, his hands moved to unfasten her pants, smiling as he helped her shimmy out of them. With so much bare skin coming into view, Nic couldn’t help but lean over and start kissing down it, his mouth starting at her breasts while his hands caressed down her hips and legs.
She had rolled onto her back so Nic could pull her pants off -- which were soft and stretchy and slid off easily -- and then his lips were on her skin and she gave a little moan and leaned back on her elbows. Lem had sometimes fretted that her tits were too small, but she hadn’t ever had a complaint yet so she didn’t worry about it anymore. The piercings definitely drew people’s mouths to them more often than not. She drew one knee up to press into his bare side, looking down at what he was doing with heavy-lidded eyes.
Lem’s tits may have been small, but she was soft and responsive and she felt good against Nic, which mattered more to him than size. He liked people more than social standards, girls and guys that he clicked with, that made him feel good and he could do the same. Lem was different, but she was beautiful and fun and that was really all that mattered at the moment. He kissed both her breasts, tugging on the piercings with his teeth, then began to move lower, over the softness of her belly and onto her hips, his fingers brushing between her legs with feather-light touches meant to tease. Looking up at her, he smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh, drawing closer to her center as he watched for her response.
Gods she loved the feeling of teeth against her metal bits. Anywhere, really, but especially on her piercings. Her head fell back for a moment with a low moan, but she lifted it again when Nic started to move south. Those soft touches were definitely teasing, and Lem rocked her hips for more, her insides already feeling hot and melty and needy. He looked sexy like that, descending down between her pale thighs, and Lem spread her legs further, hooking one over his shoulder. She gave him a little grin back, having to clamp down on the urge to just push his head into her crotch. There was metal down there too, and she was already dying to feel his tongue against it.
It was fun to take the time to tease, to get to know her body with her hands and mouth in a way they’d been a little too desperate for the last time around. The metal bits intrigued him, especially her pierced clit, which he imagined made everything feel at least twice as intense. He brushed his thumb over it just to see her reaction, then grinned before replacing it with his tongue, starting with slow strokes meant to build. One hand wrapped around her thigh, steadying her, while the other lightly stroked her pussy, eager to get her wet enough to slip inside. He could so easily imagine his cock there, in her hot, wet heat, but it would be more fun if he could get her off first, to see if he could really make her scream and squirm if he put his mind to it.
Lem’s breath caught a little at the feel of Nic’s thumb and she smiled lazily back, gazing down at him. She wondered if he’d ever been with a girl with a clit piercing before; she liked it when she was the first one. It definitely made a difference to her. The smile faded quickly when Nic’s tongue made contact, and Lem let out a soft moan as her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. Her body reacted to him fairly quickly, seemingly always eager for attention, her lips swelling gently as hot pleasure snaked upward into her belly. Lem sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and hummed around it again.
Nic didn’t have to ask if she liked it. She responded in such a way that made it obvious, so he gave her more, rolling his tongue over the metal bits as he slid a finger gently into her. Girls always seemed a little more complicated to him, each one preferring something so very different, but so far Lem seemed to enjoy everything he did. And he enjoyed giving it to her, turned on by the way her hips lifted, the way she slicked up his fingers with every stroke of her pussy. When she felt good and wet, his tongue dipped down over her opening to slide inside, wanting a good taste of her before returning to the clit and sliding a second finger inside.
If girls in general were complicated, Lem was a puzzle all her own. So much of sex depended on her shifting moods, and what she liked could turn on a dime. Right then she was in a warm, relaxed mood though, pleased to be there under Nic’s tongue and fingers. To her credit, she gave good directions, getting bossy when someone did something she didn’t like, to take the guesswork out of it and get what she wanted. Lem whined a little louder at the second finger, moving her arms so her full back fell against the mattress. She reached down to slide both sets of fingers into Nic’s hair, rocking her hips with more purpose against his mouth and around his fingers, guiding him to the pressure she wanted, her moans more eager the more attention he gave her. Not many dudes were good at giving head, so Lem already felt lucky. “Fuck, that feels good,” she breathed, lifting her head briefly again. He looked pretty good down there too. “Bite the bar a little.”
Lem made it easy for Nic, responsive enough that he could usually tell what she liked. Her rising voice and moving body spoke volumes, and the hands in his hair were about as clear as she could get without outright telling him. He twisted his fingers inside of her, curling them slightly as she rocked against his mouth, applying more pressure as she desired. He glanced up to catch her eyes at her request, only hesitating for a second before complying. Teeth were something he was careful about, especially down there, but if she was asking for it, then he’d trust that she wanted it. He bit the bar that pierced her clit, then brushed his tongue across the sensitive flesh. As worried as he was that he might hurt her, he knew sometimes a little bit of pain felt good.
She liked her pleasure with some edge to it, and she trusted Nic not to actually hurt her. The hardness of his teeth contrasted deliciously to the softness of tongue, and it drew a louder, shakier groan out of her. Lem thought she could get off like this, and pretty quickly too, but she wasn’t sure if that was what he as aiming for yet. She kept rocking against him for another moment or two, her head falling back again as that pleasure-spring in her wound tighter and tighter. It brought a certain restlessness with it too though, and Lem made her mind up. She tugged at his hair a little and squirmed. “Come up here and fuck me,” she said breathlessly.
Nic would’ve been fine getting her off like that, provided she returned the favor, but he wasn’t going to say no to a request like that. He gave her one last good lick, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up her body. The last time they’d been together, he’d been a little too hasty, but this time he remembered to reach for a condom in the nightstand drawer. Kneeling between her legs, he ripped open the package and quickly rolled it on, his eyes on her the whole time. “Fuck, you look good.” It was easy to ignore his own needs when he was going down on her, but now even touching himself to put on the condom sent little shivers through him. He could only imagine how good it would feel to be inside her.
Oh right, yes, condom. That was a good idea. Lem wasn’t on any sort of birth control, not having settled long enough anywhere to actually go to a doctor or any of that Normie shit. Maybe now she should, now that it looked like they would be staying in Point Pleasant for a while. But all that was something to think about later. For the moment she just watched Nic with a hot stare, her lips parted and her legs still spread. Men liked to look, Lem knew that, so she wanted to give him good stuff to look at. She snuck a hand down the front of her body to tease her clit some more while Nic took care of being practical, her gaze ticking between his eyes and his cock. It looked delicious even with a condom on it. “Gonna feel even better,” she murmured and gave him a wicked little grin.
“Fuck,” Nic murmured as he watched her, practically drooling at the sight she made. There was something insanely hot about a girl touching herself and the picture she made was one he’d jerk off to later. Now, though, he wanted inside of her and as soon as he was properly covered, he positioned himself at her entrance to slide in with one slow stroke. As much as he’d like to go in hard and fast, he wanted this to feel good for her too. Nic groaned as he ground into her, one hand finding her hip as his eyes rose to hers. It was too hard not to move, but he forced himself to try and stay slow, looking for cues of what Lem might want as he started a slow rhythm.
That low-pitched ‘fuck’ always made her insides crawl in the best sort of way, and Lem hummed happily as Nic got into position. Her breath caught when he pushed deep inside of her and she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Fuck,” she whispered herself, not quite on purpose. She ran her hands up Nic’s arms, one of them hooking around the back of his neck as she met his eyes, her gaze hot and needy. He wasn’t small, so slow was good for a minute or two, but she already knew she wouldn’t have much patience for that for long. Lem moved with him, rocking her hips up to meet those slow thrusts, loving how full of him she felt.
Nic loved the way she clung to him, the way she was close enough to kiss, something he couldn’t resist after the way that she looked at him. He kissed her slow and deep, his tongue tangling with hers until he was almost breathless, then pulled back enough to start moving with more intent. His knees pulled in closer and he used his hold on her hip to give him the leverage he needed, thrusting harder and faster into her pussy. While he never wanted to lose control, there always came that point where his body tried to take over, where he’d hold her a little tighter, thrust a little harder, and lose himself in the feeling. Maybe it was all the build up, but Lem seemed to get him there faster than normal, teetering on that edge where he just wanted to fuck her into the mattress till they both came or collapsed.
There were very few men in the world whom Lem trusted to lose control during sex. Nic seemed to have made the short list, because the way he kissed her and the way he started moving only made everything feel better, sexier, instead of more terrifying. She did like it hard and rough sometimes, but usually on her own terms. This felt different though, and Lem rolled with it, her breathy moans getting louder and sharper as things ramped up. She clung to him with both hands, short nails digging into his skin, and bucked her hips along with his thrusts, wanting his cock as deep as she could get it. It also let her grind her clit against his body, and before too long Lem was riding that edge too, every muscle tense and straining. “Harder,” she gasped up at him. “Fuck me, Nic.”
While he’d been trying his best to maintain control, Lem’s request made that virtually impossible. Fucking her harder pushed him to that point where he was all feeling, swimming in a cloud of lust where it was just him and Lem and the high of an oncoming orgasm. He slammed into her as he held her hip tight, loving the way her body met his with each thrust. Like they were one creature, writhing in pleasure, the bed rocking to join the chorus of their moans. He groaned as he felt himself draw closer to completion, and nipped at her lips, unwilling to slow enough for a proper kiss. He was too close, and he thought she was too. It definitely wasn’t a good enough excuse to stop fucking her.
That extra force behind the thrust was exactly what she needed, and Lem let herself to completely. Her nails dug into Nic’s skin and her body felt like it was flying as the pleasure quickly ramped up to a fever pitch. She tried to ride the peak of the wave for as long as she could, but everything felt and sounded and looked and smelled too fucking good, and she finally couldn’t fight off the explosion anymore. She cried out sharply as her body tightened around Nic’s cock, throbbing hard as ecstasy turned her into something else, not even a person but a bundle of nerves. It was such a relief, and Lem wasn’t quiet about it as pulse after pulse of pleasure had their way with her, lifting her back and hips off the bed as her spine arched. Gods, there was nothing as good as that, and she drank it all in greedily, knowing he was probably right behind her.
Nic was at that point where he was going to come soon whether she got there or not, but when he felt her body clench around his it finally pushed him over the edge. His hips continued to jerk as he gasped, spasms of pleasure rocking through his body as his vision blurred and his body slowed. All he could do was ride out the moment, no longer fully in control of himself, not till the feelings began to subside. Nic closed his eyes and rested his head against her shoulder for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Fuck, that was incredible. He didn’t want to move yet, as body continued to tingle. It was nice to take a moment to just bask in the afterglow.
Lem couldn’t help but grin through her pleasure-haze when she felt Nic come too. Caring about the pleasure of the person she was fucking wasn’t generally her bag, but she liked this one, and she wanted him to enjoy himself too. Plus, it was just kind of hot, being able to push someone out of his mind with pleasure. She slid her arms further up around him once he relaxed, carding her fingers through his hair. Lem turned her face to kiss the side of his face, not in any hurry to separate either. “I like you,” she whispered to him.
Nic hummed softly as he felt her fingers in his hair and slid an arm down to lift off her just a touch, rolling them just slightly to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. He knew there was a point that he should give her some space, but since she seemed to enjoy this as well, he wasn’t going to rush it. He smiled softly at her and opened his eyes. “I like you, too,” he whispered back. He knew he shouldn’t get attached, that this was all just for fun, but she was hot and interesting and he enjoyed being around her. And if he was lucky, they’d get to do this again.
It was tough for Lem to find a good thing in other people, and she seemed to have struck gold with neighbors this time, so she wasn’t going to let it go super easy. Getting attached meant something different to her than it did for most people, and she wasn’t really trying to prevent it. She didn’t mind clinging to him for a while longer; it was sweetly vulnerable, and she felt safe being that way at the moment. It meant more than Nic probably knew, but that was okay. Lem smiled and gently butted her forehead against his, just looking at his eyes super close up for a moment while she stroked his upper back.
Nic smiled back at her, laughing softly when she butted her head up against his. “You can stay, you know,” he said softly. “If you want.” It was so nice having her there that Nic realized it was the first time he’d relaxed all day and a small part of him was afraid that if she left, that feeling of dread would return. He didn’t think it was him, or her, but something about the day and the town, since she’d been feeling it too, as had Zan. But being close to her like this had chased it away. There was no pressure though. He was just sleepy and satiated and it would’ve been nice to fall asleep with her in his arms.
“I do want, yeah,” Lem whispered back with a little smile. “I gotta slip into your dreams anyway, if you have one.” She’d never spent the night anywhere but their van or motel rooms while she add Vex had been on the road, but they were settled now, it was different. He would be able to find her if he wanted to, she felt sure of that. That was all that mattered. He was pretty busy building that cage anyway, so he probably wouldn’t even notice she was gone. Lem shifted her thigh a bit more comfortably against Nic’s hip, then kissed his nose. “It’s nice here.” Maybe it was the orgasm, but her own bad feeling had slipped away as well, and it was a goddamn relief after the way it had lingered.
“Good,” Nic hummed happily, shifting to get comfortable with her. He made quick work of the condom, tying it off and dropping it in a wastebasket beside the bed, then reached for the covers. He was still warm from fucking, but he knew that eventually they’d cool down and it would be nice to cover up. Sighing softly, he ran his fingers down her back and closed his eyes, smiling when she kissed his nose. “Yeah,” he said, though he didn’t think it was the space she was talking about. It was nice now, with her, with the way things felt. Warm and safe, with nightmares and werewolves temporarily at bay.