awakenerd | Aurora - Rean Heart

No, it's okay... I know. You don't have to try and cheer me up.

[She knows.]

I just have to accept that I'm probably always going to look like this...

"I mean... Well as I said, I'm a lot older than I look, too."

Even if that were true you're--

[Well. Might as well say it. It's not like he couldn't tell how she feels anyway. He's not the only one who's felt turned on by the other.]

Perfect. And I'm...

[This.]

A-anyway, you wouldn't remember but... I was actually a year above you in school.

Perfect?? Hm.

"If by "this" you mean an amazingly cute, beautiful, kind woman, you are "this", yes.

And apparently a little older than me once. That's kind of ....

...Um, honestly the thought is provocative, you know?"

[So many emotions have gone through her heart in a short period of time. A happiness best described as total bliss, self-conscious depression and...

Aidios help her if Rean saying all those things one after the other isn't turning her on right now.]

P-pleeease don't read my mind right now...

[Is that how this works? Can she do that?? No, probably not.]

"I can't... Help it. Sorry. If it helps, I feel the same way."

[She had a feeling. But knowing he feels the same way... helps. But maybe not in the most productive way.]

If you say those kinds of things... I can't help it.

[It's not a surprise. She wants him to look at her that way. Right now, she doesn't want him to stop, even if it's selfish.]

Rean, I... kiss me again. Please?

"Yeah."

He'd add he'd be happy to but honestly she can still feel that he is, in fact, happy to. She can feel he's turned on too, and embarrassed. But he's tugging her gently closer and stealing the need for either of them to talk by pressing his lips to hers, his heart pounding in a good way.

This time, gently and coaxingly, he is going for a deeper kiss, licking her lips lightly, seeking entrance to her mouth without the shyness she may or may not expect.

[She doesn't know what to expect and that's what's even more exciting. She's never let her fantasies go this far. Her heart is pounding just as badly as his.

But that gentleness feels just like him; and she melts into him easily, letting him in with a soft whimper. She may not have her voice, but her feelings speak volumes.

They're not shy about how much she wants this-- wants him.]

His mouth is warm against hers, his tongue soft as he explores her mouth, still gentle but definitely not hesitant, eager even.

His palm rubs gently against the small of her back, and encouraged by her want, his other lightly grips her hip to pull her closer.

[She lets him explore her freely, but meets him halfway, just as eager.

With their height difference it's less her thigh and more her hip that slides between his legs, lightly rubbing up against him.

She can feel that his heart wants her-- but the self-conscious side of her wants to feel the proof that his body wants her too.]

Ah. He makes a soft noise against her lips but she finds what she's looking for, he's definitely hard where her hip rubs against him and his fingers tighten and clench a little at her back and hip, before he forces them to relax and smooth out.

But he takes that as invitation to pull her closer, flush enough she can, without a doubt, feel the physical evidence of his interest as he pulls his mouth away and mutters against her hair.

"Do you believe me now?"

[She feels bad that he had to witness that kind of doubt coming from her. But without a doubt, it’s all gone even before she finds her voice.]

Sorry... yes. I believe you.

[Replacing that doubt is the beginning of something new. Pride. Knowing without a doubt that she was the one responsible for the fact that he’s hard right now was an emotional— and even physical rush. She finds her own desire is linked to the idea of what ways she can make him feel good. Her fingertips hook over the waistband of his pants with a light suggestive tug.]

Let me make it up to you—?

[She knows he’d probably say there’s nothing to make up. But this is just as much what she wants as it is any sort of apology. He’s the one she came here for after all.]

Predictably;

"There isn't anything to make up for."

Is what he says. But he isn't stopping her from pulling, he's definitely, obviously, excited and interested. Though he lifts his hands and frames he face with them, tilting her face towards his to pause the action.

"If this is what you want--I mean, I definitely want you. Do you want to go somewhere a bit nicer?"

If she even imagines a "somewhere nicer" at the words the scenery will certainly shift to the setting she envisions.

[She's not surprised one bit. What does still catch her off guard is the flexibility of this space. It hadn't occurred to her that she could do that much. But it would be easier...

Well the idea is a bedroom, but-- which one? But at least there's one thing she can say easily.]

This is what I want.

[It takes her a few seconds but--]

...okay. I've got it. I have one in mind.

[It's a simple room, with not much in the way of decoration besides a bookshelf filled to the brim with books and a stepladder, a desk with a few photographs on it and an old telescope sitting by the window. It's her room-- the one she was staying in at Thors' branch campus until recently.]

...it's not much but... hopefully this is okay.

He glances around once, just noting what she's made of the space, then tucks her hair behind an ear, fingertips lingering lightly over the shell of her ear as he leans in to murmur.

"It's perfect."

Anywhere she wanted would be perfect. Because it's what she wants.

[Her instinct is to wave off such words, when they're directed at her. But she makes a point not to. Now that they're here, there's nothing stopping them anymore.]

Then... come here.

[Towa will help, giving him a gentle tug towards the bed. With a gentle nudge, she encourages him to make himself comfortable.]

You first.

He follows her directly, letting her gently tug and nudge him until he's sitting on the edge of the bed, reading for her hands to pull her towards him, wrap his arms around her.

"You being a little bossy is pretty sexy."

[That gets her to blush-- but it's not a bad feeling at all.]

Maybe being here brings that side out a little bit.

[More of her "Instructor Towa" side.

If he likes her taking the initiative then-- Her fingers curl up in the fabric of his shirt, leaning down to draw him into a heated kiss as she starts undoing his shirt.]

He certainly likes that, kissing back enthusiastically, a hand sliding into her hair and another settling on her wrist as she gets his shirt open. He's not stopping or helping her, he's just, touching her hand, thumb gliding over her inner wrist, fingers brushing her knuckles. She's so small and delicate feeling but that's also thrilling, it makes his heart race.

[She makes a soft humming noise into the kiss, head leaning softly against the hand in her hair. Those small, gentle touches make her skin tingle. It's not the first time she's seen Rean without his shirt, but every time she catches herself staring. But this time she can do more than just look. Her small hand slides slowly up his chest, all the way to his shoulders where she pushes the shirt off him.]

He shivers at her touch, breaking the kiss to catch her hand again, draw it to his lips and kiss her fingertips, and then he palm. And then he draws he closer so she's between his legs, and he moves his hands, brushing his fingers over her jaw to her shirt, looking at her.

"May I?"

[Such sweet little gestures do so much for her when they’re coming from him. A small sigh slips from her lips as his lips brush her fingertips. Her own clothing had been far from her mind, but the moment he asks, she gently nods her head.]

Mm. Please...

[She wants him to be the one to strip her bare, to see her and want all of her— in spite of the things she lacks.]

Well he has permission, and it turns out he very much wants to get her naked. But he's slow about it, not dithering, just taking his time. A bit like unwrapping a present he wants to savor.

So by the time he has her shirt undone he lets his hands settle just inside it, on her stomach, not pushing it off just yet but instead lightly dragging his palms up over her skin under the fabric, watching her as he makes his way from her stomach to her breasts. Maybe just a bit mischievous.

[By her reaction, it’s pretty clear that Towa enjoys the way he doesn’t hold back and yet still manages to tease her. It feels really important to savor this moment, she wants to remember each and every incredible feeling. She shivers biting her lower lip as she feels his hands trail over her skin, out of instinct trying to hold back what embarrassing noises she might want to make.]

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