Rostislav Zelenka (ghostsongs) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-08-31 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greer, greer x rostislav, rostislav |
Who: Greer and Rost
When: Friday, Nov 10, early afternoon
Where: Greer’s place, Seaview
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
Constant rain made groundskeeping duties difficult, so Rost had had a somewhat restless week. Not to mention the heaviness of two funerals to contend with. The visit from Reagan had been a boost, but by the time Friday rolled around, Rost was feeling a hankering to see his people. He’d taken the work truck out for some errands, and once those were done, he drove over to Seaview. He hadn’t called or texted ahead to let Greer and Dev know he was coming, but Rost knew that they would be okay with that. He got the sense that they would never turn him away. And if they just weren’t home, he would find something else to do.
Rost parked in front of their little rental and climbed out. It wasn’t raining at the moment, which was a nice change, but there was no guarantee that would last. It was the kind of day made for snuggling under blankets at home with someone ... so he hoped one of his someones was home. Glad that he had put on something nicer than coveralls, Rost walked up the porch steps to the front door and knocked.
The rain had been non-stop for most of the week, but it hadn't bothered Greer much. For the most part the rain had been soothing, especially when she had been meditating. It certainly hadn't stopped her from leaving the rental to explore the town and meet new people. She and Dev were rarely the type of people to stay holed up for very long, even in bad weather.
Today she happened to be home and Greer was in front of the kitchen window when she caught sight of Rost's truck as it pulled up to the house. A quick smile curved at her lips and she turned away from the sink quickly to meet him at the door. He had barely knocked when she pulled it open, her hair fluttering around her shoulders. "I was hoping I would see you today," Greer said, reaching out to take his hand and pull him inside. "I had a dream about you last night and I felt like the universe was telling me I needed to see you."
Greer had opened the door to greet him several times over the past couple of months, but it always made Rost’s heart flutter to see her. Dev gave him a warm, homey feeling, but Greer felt different, kind of sparky-electric. He grinned as she pulled him into the house, feeling overly delighted that she’d been dreaming about him. “Well, here I am,” he murmured. “Delivered by the universe.” And his own burning desire to see her. Rost pushed the door shut behind him and pulled Greer into an embrace, dipping in to kiss her hello.
Greer cupped his face and kissed him deep, loving the smell of the rain clinging to him. She could feel some of his unrest, as though the days had hung heavily on his shoulders. The rain probably didn't help much, the gray skies and trees quickly losing their color. But that was why he was there with her now, so she could ease his mind. When she pulled back from his kiss, Greer smiled softly up at him, her thumbs brushing along his jaw. "Take your jacket and shoes off. Your socks too, if they're wet. Do you want a drink to warm you up?"
Rost had felt plenty of unrest the past week or two, but being there was already helping. It didn’t hurt that kissing Greer felt like waking up all over his body. The chill from the rain didn’t matter when she was that close to him. Rost would certainly strip down for her though, and he smiled at her directions when she pulled back. “That would be lovely, yes,” he answered, giving her another squeeze before he released her. He’d probably gotten her a little wet too, but Rost was sure Greer wouldn’t mind. He started to shed his wet clothes and hang them up by the door. “How have you been today?”
Greer smiled and reluctantly pulled her hands from his face so she could hurry into the kitchen to pour them both a drink. She and Dev had whiskey, which was one of her favorite things to drink when she needed a quick warm up. Her skirt brushed against the tops of her feet as she moved around the kitchen. "I've been all right. I cleaned a little, but I really don't think I have the patience for it. My mind starts to wander and I find myself taking hours to do something so simple as dusting the table." Greer poured the amber liquid into two glasses and set the bottle to the side before carrying the glasses out into the living room where Rost was waiting. She made a mental note to throw his wet clothes into the old dryer that had come with the rental. "That was one of the nice things about Juniper. Someone came in and cleaned our room every day." Greer offered Rost one of the glasses and moved to sit down on the couch, knowing he would join her. "What about you? What's on your mind?"
Rost had gotten down to his long-sleeve t-shirt and the tight-fitting plaid pants he’d had on. One of the benefit of skinny pants was that they were easy to tuck into boots and save from getting wet. He’d expected to be handed hot tea or something, but whiskey would do just as well, and Rost made an amused and grateful sound as he took the glass. He sat on the couch and tucked one long leg under the other, sitting sideways so he could look at Greer. Rost cast a glance around -- the house didn’t look in bad shape or anything, but they also hadn’t been there very long. He wasn’t much of a cleaner either though, so he wasn’t one to judge. “It has not been an easy week,” Rost admitted, taking a sip from his glass. It warmed his body all the way down. “With the weather and two funerals ... It has been heavy at home. The mud is thick, both physical and spiritual. But I am glad to see you.” He offered her a smile.
Greer liked the little rental. She and Dev were still making it theirs, and Greer had put tiny knick knacks here and there, surrounded by plenty of candles. Her tarot cards were locked away in a small wooden box on the rickety bookshelf by the television. If they stayed much longer, Greer knew their home would start to resemble their apartment back in California, and she was okay with that. Of course, the rental felt more like home now, with Rost sitting in it. Her smile was soft and sympathetic and Greer reached for his hand to squeeze it gently. "I could feel it in the rain earlier. The sadness. At first I thought it was the weather that felt so oppressive, but it's the town. It takes." Greer sipped some of the whiskey and licked the flavor that lingered on her lips before she lifted his hand to press it against the warmth of her cheek. "I'm glad to see you too. And I'm sorry you've had to add two more to the ground. Did you know either of them?"
Rost tangled his fingers with Greer’s happily, not surprised to hear that she’d felt his emotions already. The town’s emotions. Or maybe he just absorbed the town’s emotions too. Rost had always fancied himself at least some sort of empath, he was good at feeling other people out. “It does take,” Rost murmured in agreement and took another sip of his own. He smiled gently as she had him touch her face, and he stroked his thumb against Greer’s cheekbone. “I did not,” he answered. “But one was very beloved, a teacher. She was killed by a wild animal of some kind on the full moon.” Rost gave Greer a meaningful look, then squeezed her hand tighter. “The town has taken more than one this way. Please do not be out on those nights, I beg you.”
Greer frowned, but nodded. She rarely went out on the night of a full moon anyway, at least beyond a few steps of her door. The full moon harbored so much energy, but it also drew out the cursed among them. "I'm sorry to hear that," she murmured. "I always ache when I hear someone has died in a violent way. I wonder if they're truly at peace, or if they're cursed to never cross over because of it. I feel them in your cemetery sometimes. I'm sure you have too." There was definitely something special about Rost, though it may not have been as pointed as what Dev could do with his hands. Rost felt things, and he seemed more in tune with nature than the average person. It was no wonder that he had been drawn to this town the same way Dev and Greer had been.
Rost nodded. He had felt them, yes. And seen evidence of their presence. Or at least the presence of something or somethings that inhabited it. Some he thought were spirits, some he thought might be something else. The mortal world was full of diversity, why would the spirit world be any different? “I hope for peace for them, but who is to know?” he murmured, taking another sip of whiskey. “If she was lingering, I hope she saw the crowd there for her. In spite of weather, there were many.” It was sad when anybody passed away, but when a person obviously had a lot of loved ones, it made the grief more palpable, echoed back and forth through the mourners. Rost slipped his hand out of Greer’s grip, then shifted around on the couch to sit closer to her and slid his arm around her shoulders. “I do not mean to bring you more sadness,” he murmured.
It sounded as if she had been loved, and Greer hoped the woman's family and friends would heal in time from her passing. Grief was a process and some handled it better than others. Greer settled comfortably against Rost when he slipped his arm over her shoulders and she pressed a soft kiss against his jaw. "You never bring me sadness," she murmured. "I just want to help you alleviate the sadness you feel, though I know sometimes it just has to run its course."
In his experience, losing someone so abruptly and violently always made grief harder to bear. Old age and illness at least gave you a warning most of the time, but brutally killed in one’s own backyard ... it wasn’t good. Tragic. Rost hadn’t known her, but his capacity for empathy couldn’t allow him to ignore the grief in the air. It was easier to handle with such delightful company, however. He turned his face to kiss Greer’s forehead and gave her a squeeze. “You do without trying,” he told her softly, giving a little smile. He couldn’t even express how much it meant just to have someone to visit, who wanted to keep him company and make him feel better.
Greer looked up at him and smiled before nuzzling her nose against his jaw. She knew how important it was to have someone around when the weight of the world got to feeling too heavy. Dev had always been that person for her - was still that person - but they also had Rost now, and he had them. "We should do something fun," Greer told him. "I know the weather is bad, but... we can dance! Or I could read cards for you. Or we could take a hot bath with some bath salts I bought that are supposed to ease your worries."
Rost had spent a lot of years without anyone like that, and it had already done him wonders to have that sort of support in his life. He gave a little laugh at her enthusiastic idea about dancing, squinting one eye a bit. He was a bad dancer, but that didn’t usually stop him from doing it when the mood was right. A hot bath sounded even better though. “How about you read my cards in the bath?” he suggested, giving Greer a crooked grin. “Small spread, I will pick three and you can tell me my future.” Rost nuzzled her and planted a couple of tiny kisses against her skin. He believed in the tarot, and someday he did want Greer to do an in-depth reading for him, but today might not be the best time to take a deep dive into his life.
Her smile widened and she nodded, shifting until she could stand from the couch, her hand catching his to tug him up with her. Lounging naked in hot water with someone she loved was one of her favorite things to do. "If you want to draw the bath I'll throw your clothes into the dryer and grab my cards. Do you want a refill?" They could take their glasses into the bath with them and just relax. It felt like something Rost desperately needed and she was hoping she would see some light in the cards, rather an ominous warning.
He got up and gave a little stretch, already looking forward to sinking into some hot water and getting tangled up with Greer. “Yes please,” he answered, lifting his drink to finish it off. Rost offered the empty glass to Greer and flashed her a grin. He smooched her forehead, then headed off toward the bathroom to start the water up. There were some candles in the bathroom, and Rost found a lighter and lit them all, so they would have some mood lighting. He got the water running at a good temperature, then started peeling off the rest of his clothes. His pants and shirt hadn’t gotten anything but vaguely damp, but it still felt good to take them off.
While Rost got the bath running Greer gathered up his wet jacket and socks to carry them into the tiny laundry room. She threw them in the dryer and turned it on before refilling both glasses with more whiskey. Once she placed both glasses in one hand to hold carefully, she opened the small wooden box holding her cards and carried them into the bathroom. "For you," Greer said, offering him one of the glasses before she set hers down, along with the cards, to start to undress. Her skirt and panties fell to the floor, following closely by her t-shirt. Greer tied her hair up quickly into a messy bun to keep it out of their way and then joined Rost in the bath. It was not as large as she would have liked, but they seemed to fit well enough together. "People generally ask for the past, present and future readings," Greer told him. "Which is what we can do for you too, if you would like. I'm sure you're more focused on the future, than the other two, but we can see what the cards say."
Rost murmured his thanks at the fresh drink and settled into the water as he watched Greer take her clothes off. She was beautiful all the time, of course, but there was something extra lovely about her nude form, even if they weren’t fooling around. It was intimate, and made him think about earth goddesses. Rost just loved being naked with people. He sipped on his whiskey and arranged his legs as comfortably as possible while she climbed into the bath with him. He smiled over at her, leaning back against the wall of the tub. “My timeline is an open book to you,” he said smoothly. Rost wondered vaguely if Devlin had told her about what he’d seen when he’d touched Rost’s necklaces, and if any of that tragedy would show up in the cards. He wanted them to know him, and vice versa.
Greer smiled and worked on shuffling the cards, careful to keep them from the water. Her skin had already warmed from the liquor and the temperature of the bath, but being close to Rost this way added an element of heat that couldn't be found in a bottle. Finally she held out the cards. "Choose three," she instructed, realizing it had been awhile since she read cards for someone else. She generally read them for herself when she needed answers. In Point Pleasant, that was quite often. Once Rost had taken three cards from the deck, Greer leaned out of the tub to set her cards on the closed toilet seat. Then she settled back and held out her hand to take the cards from Rost. "Have you ever had someone read for you before?" Greer asked. She felt like Rost was a kindred spirit to she and Dev, but there was still so much the three of them didn't know about one another.
Rost gave a dramatic wiggle of his fingers as he selected three cards, then sat back and watched her get arranged with a lazy smile on his face. This was beyond nice -- there hadn’t been much chill lingering in him from the rain, but the hot water and the press of parts of Greer’s body against his dispelled the last of it. The whiskey didn’t hurt either, especially since he hadn’t had a lot to eat yet that day. “Many times,” he answered with a chuckle. “Cards, bones, palms, chicken guts, tea leaves ... I was raised up looking for signs in everything, but my eyes were never as good as the women in my life. You are all magical, daughters of our highest mother.” He grinned at her and took another sip. “It has been long time, however.”
"Chicken guts," Greer exclaimed with a laugh. "I wonder if that's a venue I should try." Her face felt pleasantly warm, her smile soft as she held the cards in one hand. "I love the way you talk. Your words. You see the world differently than most people. We've all forgotten how to connect with the Earth and the people who inhabit it." Greer sighed, though she didn't sound melancholy about it. Everyone was interesting in their own way, but there was a reason she and Dev had been drawn to Rost as soon as they saw him. She turned the cards over and spread them between her thumb and fingers. She couldn't place them on a flat surface, obviously, but she studied them, her brow furrowing in concentration. It was several moments before she spoke again, turning over one card so Rost could see it. The first card depicted a red heart pierced with three swords underneath clouds and rain. "The Three of Swords represents your past. You've experienced intense sorrow in your life, but I knew that as soon as I had read your palm the day we met. The rain on the card indicates a positive outcome... your tragedies shaped who you are today. You're a stronger man because of it, and you love just as fiercely now as you once did, maybe more so." Greer offered him the card to hold. "I probably would have been surprised if you had pulled any other card, to be honest."
Rost just smiled at the compliment. He couldn’t begin to tell her how much it meant to him to be around and really intimate with people who appreciated him and his idiosyncrasies, instead of finding them off-putting or weird. He thought of himself as a musician and occasional poet, deeply tied to the emotional and spiritual aspects of life ... but most people just saw him as the eccentric foreigner who cut the grass in the cemetery. Greer and Dev were different, they really saw him. He sipped on his drink and watched Greer’s face as she studied the card, then listened closely to what she said, not surprised in the least. His entire past hadn’t been painful, but it felt accurate. “Me as well,” he replied with a soft chuckle. Rost took the card and examined it, then looked expectantly at Greer again.
Greer focused on the next card, letting it speak to her even as she relished in the way Rost's bare skin felt against hers in the water. She frowned briefly before her expression calmed and she turned it over to show Rost. "The Nine of Wands, but it's reversed. It tells me that you feel a little on edge lately, as though your surroundings are becoming a cage of sorts. The weight of your responsibilities is becoming heavier on your shoulders and you may lack the resources needed to tackle the challenges you're facing right now. It's important that you take a break and remove yourself from the negative energy around you before it becomes too much to bear." She offered him the card. "The Nine of Wands can sometimes indicate paranoia, that you fear something, or someone, is watching you. In this town, I wouldn't call it paranoia, but acute perception."
A small line appeared between Rost’s brows as he listened, then took the card and examined it thoughtfully. The ‘present’ was always such a nebulous time frame. It could stretch back to the start of the year, or forward in the next couple of weeks ... at that very moment he felt wonderful, stress free and intimately comfortable. But being in a tub with one of his new loves was sort of a mitigating factor. Besides the Baron disturbance, things at the cemetery had been fairly quiet, so he didn’t know if he was in for something worse, or unaware of a problem, or the card was just talking about things that had already happened. “Interesting,” he murmured, sipping his drink again with his other hand. Rost then offered Greer a little smile. “I certainly feel no negative energy here, so ... I am doing it, card.”
She chuckled, dipping her hand into the water to rub his leg as she studied the last card. "Maybe that's why you came to me today. To remove yourself from negative energy." She did find the cemetery fascinating, but there was some darkness there, and sometimes she wondered if Rost was ever affected, as he lived there and was surrounded by it every day. Greer couldn't tell him the specifics of what the cards meant, only how they may apply to his life. Hopefully they would guide him through whatever may lie ahead. Her lips quirked again as she turned the card over. "The Ace of Cups represents your future. A new beginning of love and compassion and the opportunity to help others and bring them happiness. The card can indicate peace, sharing your life with people you love. Your future looks bright, if you ask me." She offered him the card. "Of course I may be bias in the reading, but I want that for you. Happiness."
Rost definitely felt that being with Greer chased negative energy away. Dev too. It was probably overly simplistic of him, but having people in his life whom he loved and loved him back was an incredible boon. He felt like he had help now, pushing back his own personal dark. The future card was an excellent note to end on though, and he was grinning by the time Greer finished. He accepted the card between his fingers with the others, fanning them out a bit to look at each one. “It is a good life,” he declared with a nod. “Things have already been getting better, so if they will just continue to be so, I am a lucky man.” Rost stacked all the cards straight again and reached out a long arm to set them with their brothers on the toilet seat. He settled back again, setting his glass down after another sip of whiskey, and dipped his hands into the water to pull Greer’s foot up onto his stomach. He started to massage it lazily, smiling at her. “I want happiness for you as well,” he added.
"I have it," Greer told him, picking up her glass and relaxing now, content as Rost rubbed her foot. "When I met Dev I felt like something clicked into place. I didn't care where I was, or where I was going, as long as we were together. I think it's rare to meet someone else who is truly the other half of you, but I found it in Dev." She smiled and tilted her head, studying Rost with raw affection in her gaze. "And then we found you, and it seems as though the other half of me was really only a third, because here you are. I don't know how it could get any better."
Rost smiled sublimely through her words about Dev, then it brightened even further, a bit of extra warmth coming into his cheeks. He didn’t think she would blow smoke up his ass about something like that, and it made his chest ache with all kinds of complicated emotions. A small voice in the back of his mind murmured that it could be better elsewhere, in a town that wasn’t so cursed, but Rost knew that was far from a simple decision. “I did not think I would love again,” he admitted in a quiet murmur, glancing between Greer’s face and her toes. “Not with the same intensity and complete feeling you say. But here we are.” He gazed adoringly at her for a beat. “I am grateful.”
Greer could only imagine the heartache Rost had suffered in the past, but she knew he had been healing from it, even if the dull ache of loss never truly went away. All she could hope for was that she and Dev brought even a small semblance of love back into his life. Knowing that he cared as deeply for them as they did for him was a joy because it was rare to find even one person to share such a connection, let alone two. Greer set the glass aside and very carefully pulled her foot from Rost's stomach. She shifted in the tub until she was between Rost's legs, resting her back against his chest, her hand taking his to draw his arm across her breast. The tub was too small for full intimacy, but she wanted to be closer to him and feel his body pressing against hers. "We both love you," she murmured. "We came here for different reasons, but I think the universe had ulterior motives when it drew us to this place."
If Rost’s life had taught him anything, it was the value of human connection. The world was a big scary place with lots of scary shit in it, and the only thing that brought real light was other people. Some of them brought darkness too, of course, but loving people -- complex and messy and flawed as they might be -- was the only solution. That’s what he thought, at least. He’d struggled to put it into practice in his life, naturally, but that didn’t make it any less important. Falling in this sort of love with two people was a whole new level of beautiful and fulfilling. Rost shifted a bit as Greer changed positions, settling in comfortably with her, smiling faintly as she leaned back against him. Her body was warm and soft and curvy and he wanted to touch every inch of her. He cupped her breast as his arm wrapped around her, and Rost tilted his head to press small kisses against the spot behind her ear. “The cosmos conspired in our favor,” he murmured warmly. “I was set up here for you, and you made it to me. And now together we will stay.”
Greer hummed happily, tilting her head just a little so she could feel his lips better against her skin. Devlin had come to her all the way from Ireland. And Rost had been waiting across the country in Maine. But they had all found one another, and that was the important thing. Some people lived their entire lives never experiencing what they got to experience. Rubbing her hand over his knee and leg, Greer sighed contently. "Wherever we go, you'll come with us, won't you?" She felt like the answer was 'yes', but Greer never wanted to assume Rost would uproot his life here to follow them. Though he felt as much of a gypsy as Greer and Dev could be, so she doubted leaving Point Pleasant behind would cause him much pain.
Rost kept leisurely kissing her neck, liking the way she opened up for him, nuzzling the tip of his nose against her skin as well. He’d already been blessed with true love once, and to have it again from two people at once was incredible. Rost didn’t know much about statistics and odds and all that, but the chances had to be slim that this would just fall into his lap. Quite literally, at the moment. He gently rubbed his thumb against Greer’s nipple, appreciating how her breast felt in his hand, and murmured, “If you will have me, yes.” He’d thought about it plenty already -- what he could leave behind, how he could say his goodbyes to this place and start another chapter in his life. It wouldn’t be the easiest thing, but it would be worth it. Letting Greer and Dev leave him behind felt impossible now. “We found each other for a reason, I am fully open to finding out what it is.”
Greer's eyes closed and she shivered pleasantly at the feel of Rost's lips on her skin. Her nipple began to harden beneath his thumb. "Of course we would have you," she said. "I'm not sure we could imagine leaving here without you with us." She had no idea if or when she and Dev would decide to go. They still had things to tend to here in Point Pleasant, even if they had gotten distracted by more appealing things, like Rost. Raising her arm, Greer slipped her hand into Rost's hair and turned her face to press a kiss to his jaw and cheek.
That gave Rost a sense of contentment that was difficult to describe, it ran so deep. He really had stumbled across his people. Or they’d stumbled across each other. And to think, if the tragedy with Mrs. Mercer hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t have been at Juniper to be getting coffee that morning and he might never have met them. The cosmos worked in mysterious ways, and everything had lined up for a reason. Rost smiled faintly and turned his head to catch Greer’s lips, caressing and gently kneading at her breast. “I adore you both,” he whispered against her mouth, his other hand stroking down over her stomach.
The only thing better than this moment would have been if Dev had been there with them. Of course they would have needed a much bigger tub. Maybe someday. Greer smiled softly against his mouth, her fingers curling gently around his wrist. Not to pull his hand away from her, or guide him, but just to hold and touch. The adoration was more than mutual. They hadn't known Rost very long, but it felt like he had always been a part of their lives. Greer knew she had felt that way about a lot of people she had crossed paths with, but so few of them continued to be a part of her life after they parted ways. But this time was different. Rost was different.
Rost was old enough to know that relationships weren’t always easy, especially between three people. He’d been through and witnessed enough breakups to know that. He knew he was still going through those honeymoon feelings with Dev and Greer, that they might have bumps ahead of them, but he felt pretty secure that they were all mature enough to get through those normal human things. There was just something about it that made him feel good about their chances. Still kissing Greer, keeping the contact soft and slow, Rost slipped his fingers over her mound to lightly brush against her folds. Not really having the room for sex didn’t preclude any sort of fooling around, right? And right then he really wanted to make Greer feel good.
Greer wasn't terribly concerned about what the future held. She never had been, unless her cards told her something ominous was on its way. But Greer was content and confident in her relationship with Dev, and she could only hope Rost would be happy enough with the two of them that they could overcome any potential issues in the future. Not that Greer was thinking about potential issues right now. All she could think about was Rost's lips and the way his fingers touched her so delicately. Her hand lifted to slip around the nape of his neck and Greer's thighs spread a touch wider for him.
The future would be whatever it would be, and Rost was settled enough with that. The present was much more interesting at the moment. Greer’s mouth was on his and her body felt so soft and velvety under his fingertips, and there was nothing else he needed to pay attention to. He lightly pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers while the other hand toyed with her pussy. Rost dipped his fingertips into her just enough to get some of her own lubrication and then rubbed them gently around her clit. As much as part of him wanted to, he thought sometimes that maybe it was good they didn’t all live together -- he wasn’t sure he could get anything more done in a day if this was a ready option
Greer did her best not to shift around too much, though her thighs tensed and quivered a bit as the good feelings between them intensified. The lazy, leisurely pace Rost had created was exactly what Greer needed in the moment and she sighed softly, contently, against his lips. If they had been positioned in another way, she would have already curled her fingers around his cock to make this mutually enjoyable. As it was, Greer was having a hard time thinking about anything at the moment. Unable to help herself, Greer let one hand fall to cover his. Their fingers mingled, though she didn't take over or brush him aside. She was merely touching herself as intimately as he was and a louder moan escaped her, muffled only by his lips.
Rost was absolutely fine with ignoring his own body for a while. His cock had gotten hard against the small of Greer’s back, and just that warm pressure was enough for him for the moment. He wanted to please her, to give her the singular attention she deserved. Rost’s lips quirked upward a bit as Greer’s fingers joined his, and he tried to feel what she was doing as well as not get in her way, even more warm arousal seeping through him. He’d always enjoyed watching a woman pleasure herself -- she was always the expert, and he could learn so much. Besides, it was just fucking sexy. He slid his two middle fingers slowly into her pussy, breaking the kiss off to tilt his head and kiss her neck some more so she could breathe.
With her eyes closed, Greer tilted her head to the side again, shivering at the soft touch of his lips against her skin again. His fingers were strong and calloused and Greer's body squeezed instinctively around them as her own fingers rubbed her clit. Everything felt so languid and relaxed, and yet at the same time, there was an intense heat building in the pit of her stomach. Her breathing had quickened and Greer couldn't quite hold back the pleasurable sounds escaping her now. Her free hand came up to grip the back of Rost's neck and she held him tightly, her hips moving against both of their hands now.
It felt like such a simple, intimate thing to do with her, to fill Greer with pleasure and then let her relax completely with him. The way she held onto him and breathed heavy and rocked her hips was all powerfully erotic, and Rost soaked in the moment, moving his fingers rhythmically within her, following her sounds and cues. He just wanted her to feel as good as possible, as often as possible. She was a treasure to him, and so was Dev. Rost kissed and nibbled lightly at her neck and earlobe, letting out some soft appreciative hums of his own. He murmured a few low, pretty things about her in Romani without thinking much about it, more focused on how she clenched sweetly around his fingers.
She had no idea what he was saying, but it didn't matter. It was beautiful regardless and Greer shivered before a soft gasp escaped her. Pleasure flooded her body, spreading sweetly to the tips of her toes. The orgasm felt as sensual as the entire bath had and Greer held onto the back of Rost's neck tightly until the trembling faded, leaving her feeling sated and moaning quite happily in her throat. Her hand was still between her legs, and she didn't move it right away. Greer just wanted to bask in the afterglow for a few moments. "I need to learn Romani," she murmured with a lazy smile.
Rost was more than happy to stay in that position for as long as she wanted, with her heat around his fingers and her body pressed against his. He smiled and kissed the skin around her ear. “I will teach you,” he murmured. “And it will sound even more beautiful in your voice.” He knew it might just be an idle thought of hers, but Rost was in love with the idea of teaching them both some of his mother tongue. So few people in the United States spoke it, it would be like their own secret language. Plus, he missed the sound of home. Rost kissed Greer’s temple again and gave her a tighter squeeze. “I adore you,” he whispered, just to tell her again.
Greer knew she could have probably fallen asleep right there, pressed against Rost's chest and still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She fully intended on having him teach her his language. She wanted to be able to understand what he was saying to her, and it would be romantic, in her opinion, to be able to speak to him in his native tongue. Greer had a feeling Dev would want to learn to, and it could be something the three of them shared together. "I adore you too," she murmured before sighing contently. "And I want to finish up in here so I can get you into our bed." Because Greer fully intended on returning the favor and worshiping his body for as long as he could possibly stand it.