[ jesus christ, he doesn't say though the recognition of the intensity of the circumstances is shown slightly in his expression, exasperated in her place.
of course, there's still his more natural way of approaching things. ]
What if this person β the one you're linked to β what if they die?
[ or, more accurately, what if frank could find a way to kill him? because if it came to that, he would. no hesitation. ]
If I didn't stop you the arn would kill me. ( failing to protect him-- one of the terms of her enslavement that had been set up. she had to protect him at all costs even if it meant that she died so he lived ) And trust me. There's nothing more that I'd like than for him to die.
( even those words cause a slight prickle in her head, not enough to really cause her pain because those sorts of murderous thoughts are ones that quill has very frequently. the arn reacts and she's used to it by now )
[ he falls quiet, not entirely surprised that he didn't come up with some solution for her predicament. if it could be that easy, she'd have come up with it by now and not be dealing with it still. quill was a smart enough woman to have dived into the possibilities of whatever he could manage to think up.
he doesn't expect she mentioned it with that expectation anyway.
his feet shuffle along the floor, stepping in a bit closer to her. ]
And what difference was this supposed to make in me wanting to protect you?
[ if anything, it's only made him more eager of it. ]
( he'd been that set on it to begin with that quill didn't expect anything to change with her story but at least he knew why she'd said some of the things that she had. why she was cautious, why she couldn't fight. even if quill was still keeping a big secret )
[ he doesn't think of himself as deserving of much of anything here, but there's appreciation for the sharing of it, the acknowledgement of that trust written in his eyes when he looks at her with a soft gaze. ]
Okay. [ he says, more in the word than what's blatantly spoken.
if it came down to it, he'd share some of his own baggage, if the timing was right. it didn't seem worth unloading now at this moment, even if he formulated enough of an understanding with her that he wouldn't mind her knowing it. ]
Then I'll still be there. If you need me. Even if I β even if I can't fix it. You can still use me for what I can.
( she had gone back to drinking, eyes flashing to him as he speaks, almost lightening the mood a little. as the glass comes down there's a small smirk. look, frank, you can't deny that's what you meant )
Yeah?
( he should also remember that it hadn't taken much for her to get amped up last time. but, unlike her usual demeanour, she tries for coy )
[ there's the obvious things of what'd he meant based on the context of their discussion; there's also the things he hadn't meant at all, but were just as fitting to be placed under the very umbrella of things he could be used for.
with the subtle rise of her smirk, his lips curve upward a little with that realization, an almost huff of a chuckle in his breath. ]
Hmm. [ he hums lightly, brows folding together as if considering the thought. ] Well, you know, this and that. Think I know how to do a thing or two with my hands. [ he brings his glass up, taking a long sip before lowering it, tongue giving a soft swipe to his lip, his voice quieter. ] My mouth.
[ another short breath borderline of a cut laugh, his head shaking slightly, almost bashfully. ]
Yeah, I ain't β I ain't great at the telling part.
[ an honest, modest truth. talking it up was never his forte, even if he could toss out a bit of sass with it every now and again. and maybe with a bit more build up, he'd have a little more confidence to be a bit more detailed with his words, but he hadn't drank nearly enough whiskey for it. ]
( her expression is definitely interested, another small sip of the whiskey before the glass is placed on the counter. she's not even taking the time to finish this one )
Come on.
( look, if you offer to show her she'll assume you mean you're open to it now. it's not like either of them had been sleeping. as she steps past him quill grabs for his hand to lead him away. she'll actually take him to her bedroom for this go )
[ there'd been no expectation for his late night visit to have shifted into this. their first intimate experience together hadn't quite been part of the plan either, only happening at all on her casual response to the whole thing, so even if they'd developed a trust with one another, there was no standard being held for this to continue.
but he doesn't protest its possibility either, and when she sets down her glass, he finishes his last sips before following suit, letting her takes his hand to lead him to her bed.
when they've approached it, he gives her one last look, a soft thing with appreciation for her in his eyes before he rests his palm to her hip, leaning in to kiss her. ]
( she grabs the hand on her hip, sliding it round to rest on her lower back as she reaches up to meet his kiss, drawing him down to her. even though he'd gotten her good last time this time it feels a little more about her, him showing her what he can do which means that she's going to guide him to what she likes. her back is somewhere that's more sensitive, a reminder to herself that she's still a quill.
her tongue flicks at his lips, quill leaning closer into him. should he rub at her spine, run his fingers along it'll prompt a moan from her, sounded into the kiss and something she'll encourage him to keep doing )
[ as she draws in closer, he applies more fervor to the kiss, still a gradual build but showcasing a firmer touch that parts his lips when her tongue swipes against him, curving his own to meet hers.
neither does he ignore her guidance, fingers tracing over her back, drifting beneath the hem of her shirt to glide skin directly over skin, the heel of his hand massaging against the vertical trail of her spine, encouraged all the more with the sounds it prompts, responding with a low moan of his own in listening to her. ]
( she's not saying that just doing this would be enough to get her off but it definitely helps, her own touch more insistent as she reaches both hands to his shoulders, one moving round to hold the back of his head.
she breaks off only to catch her breath, breathing hard as quill rests her head to his. it's a gentler motion, a careful pull as she encourages him closer to her, bending to lower herself to the bed, shifting to lay along it )
[ it isn't the same rush as before, taking the time to kiss her here, to build up an ache with the motions of their mouths first stirring up most of the inevitable heat of this.
by the time they part, he's sighing at her mouth, eyes momentarily closed as he takes in the moment, up until she's guiding him along with her as she lowers onto the bed. upon kneeling on the mattress, he shrugs off his jacket letting it fall back behind him to the floor, before he bends low.
he'll find her mouth again, hovering above her with an arm braced against the mattress, free fingers drifting low to smooth against her thigh before following a trail between her legs, a grazing touch pressing against her leggings. ]
( she leans up to the kiss, hands resting on his cheeks, a softer sound as his fingers work their way along her. hips twitch to start before she bends a knee, tilting her leg to the side to open herself more to him.
it's a little strange how quickly she's started getting used to being touched, even touched in ways that quill never would have before. it's still a fairly new experience having someone's hand between her legs but her body responds all the same and, as maeve showed her, sometimes it can be better than having a cock there )
[ when she shifts her leg, spreading herself more to him, he adjusts his touch to something firmer, a massage of his fingers that focus on rubbing the fabric well against her sex, right to the center.
but while there's a fondness in kissing her, licking a smooth stripe to her lips, he redirects his mouth, shifting lower down her body until he's level to her belly, nudging up the hem of her shirt with his nose before leaving a trail of suckling kisses, tender as they float up her body.
with a free set of fingers, he lifts up the fabric until it rides up over her breast, the exposure leaving his mouth to kiss her nipple before encircling it with a curious tongue, rubbing fresh over the pink nub. ]
( her head drops back to the pillow as he moves down, a shiver running through her as his kisses inch up her body. and then--
oh.
having her breasts touched is not a new thing but having his mouth on it-- )
Do that again.
( after all the kiss had been brief and as her nipple starts to harden she wants to feel it again, to really know what his mouth on her is like. she's learning as much as he is )
[ his eyes peer up to her when she unexpectedly speaks, but he curves a brief smile before parting his lips around her nipple and sucking gently.
as it hardens, he'll encourage it further with his tongue, stroking with a teasing rub to listen for further responses, for any signals that convey these places she likes to be touched.
though his fingers already work at hooking into the hem of her leggings, even as his mouth remains occupied, dragging them slow along her thighs. ]
( it's a stronger sensation than she expects, breasts apparently more sensitive for her in this form than previously. as his tongue swipes across her nipple there's a sigh, hand moving to his head to keep his attention there.
her hips left to help the easing of her leggings, moan slipping from her as his mouth keeps working at her. fingers press lightly at his neck and even though they're only just getting started she thinks that maybe he was right -- he can be pretty useful with that mouth )
[ with the guidance of her hand cupping his head, he offers her what she wants in the form of an attentive tongue, the muscle lapping at that hardened nipple with a soft sound from his throat.
but with her lowered leggings, his fingers drift back to the space between her thighs where that single layer of her underwear remains. rather than rushing to drag it down with the rest, he runs his fingers against its center, rubbing the thin fabric to feel where her folds lie, stroking between to coax that dampness. ]
( breath catches as his fingers return, urging fresh dampness to coat the fabric of her underwear. she's never been this stimulated, used to and typically preferring to just get on with it, especially here. she enjoys sex but even whilst it's been a good experience (mostly) here there's that underlying thought of what this place wants and it leaves her in no mood to linger around when she has other goals.
other quills might not notice so much, there's certainly less use of mouth and hands just because of their appearance, but it's been a learning curve here. including learning that she isn't opposed to being touched, certainly not by him.
but his mouth is one thing. the fingers, though feeling very good as he rubs against her, feel more like a tease and there's a slight gnawing need to have him inside her )
Frank.
( his name is almost growled, not like the needy wishes she'd heard from wynonna's requests. quill's more direct -- and a little demanding )
[ maybe it's from having been married for a time, from having one woman nightly to hold and satisfy, or maybe it's just always been his instincts to go about sex like this. he's no stranger to the fast rush that comes from a quick fuck, to discarding only the layers necessary to bring bodies together for that desired thrusting, but there's satisfaction in this that he almost prefers, the build that has a woman content with pleasure beneath his touch.
with that firm call of his name, he leaves a nipping brush of teeth and lips at the swell of her breasts, drifting himself back to sit up on his knees. he keeps his gaze on her as he rids her fully of those layers, snatching her underwear from her hips to meet them her leggings at her calves, dragging down both to free them from her ankles, tossed behind to the floor.
but when he leans down once more, it's to lower his head between her legs, palms brushing on the smooth inside skin of either thigh to keep her parted. in a beat, he parts his mouth, dragging his tongue against those soaking folds, a vertical stripe that rises until it can swirl a lick to her clit. ]
( she's glad when he get the message, shifting the final layers from her but when he comes back down its neither fingers nor cock that are touching her, hips jerking from the surprise at the feeling )
Wha--
( it has her pushing herself up to look down at him, finding his head nestled between her thighs and-- there's confusion at first in her expression before it slips into something a little more curious. this is new )
[ for a moment he considers withdrawing when her hips jolt, the surprise of it felt against her skin. but she doesn't move to brush him off or scold him beyond an initial shock, leaving him to test the waters further.
his tongue roams back to her folds, licking up the slickness already conjured there before he presses in, muscle stretching to stroke in against her folds. it isn't a reach as his fingers can provide, or the thickness garnered by his cock, but it's persistent and attentive, wet as saliva mixes with her dampness, the vibration of a groan left against her skin. ]
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of course, there's still his more natural way of approaching things. ]
What if this person β the one you're linked to β what if they die?
[ or, more accurately, what if frank could find a way to kill him? because if it came to that, he would. no hesitation. ]
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( and quill says it very matter of fact )
If I didn't stop you the arn would kill me. ( failing to protect him-- one of the terms of her enslavement that had been set up. she had to protect him at all costs even if it meant that she died so he lived ) And trust me. There's nothing more that I'd like than for him to die.
( even those words cause a slight prickle in her head, not enough to really cause her pain because those sorts of murderous thoughts are ones that quill has very frequently. the arn reacts and she's used to it by now )
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he doesn't expect she mentioned it with that expectation anyway.
his feet shuffle along the floor, stepping in a bit closer to her. ]
And what difference was this supposed to make in me wanting to protect you?
[ if anything, it's only made him more eager of it. ]
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( he'd been that set on it to begin with that quill didn't expect anything to change with her story but at least he knew why she'd said some of the things that she had. why she was cautious, why she couldn't fight. even if quill was still keeping a big secret )
But-- you deserved to know why.
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Okay. [ he says, more in the word than what's blatantly spoken.
if it came down to it, he'd share some of his own baggage, if the timing was right. it didn't seem worth unloading now at this moment, even if he formulated enough of an understanding with her that he wouldn't mind her knowing it. ]
Then I'll still be there. If you need me. Even if I β even if I can't fix it. You can still use me for what I can.
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Yeah?
( he should also remember that it hadn't taken much for her to get amped up last time. but, unlike her usual demeanour, she tries for coy )
Like what?
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with the subtle rise of her smirk, his lips curve upward a little with that realization, an almost huff of a chuckle in his breath. ]
Hmm. [ he hums lightly, brows folding together as if considering the thought. ] Well, you know, this and that. Think I know how to do a thing or two with my hands. [ he brings his glass up, taking a long sip before lowering it, tongue giving a soft swipe to his lip, his voice quieter. ] My mouth.
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( she knew that he was a good kisser, that he had strong hands but what else could he do with them )
Tell me what you'd do.
( still very casual but with an unintentionally slight flirt. that part she's rusty on -- quills didn't flirt how humans did )
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Yeah, I ain't β I ain't great at the telling part.
[ an honest, modest truth. talking it up was never his forte, even if he could toss out a bit of sass with it every now and again. and maybe with a bit more build up, he'd have a little more confidence to be a bit more detailed with his words, but he hadn't drank nearly enough whiskey for it. ]
But I can show you. If you wanted me to.
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Come on.
( look, if you offer to show her she'll assume you mean you're open to it now. it's not like either of them had been sleeping. as she steps past him quill grabs for his hand to lead him away. she'll actually take him to her bedroom for this go )
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but he doesn't protest its possibility either, and when she sets down her glass, he finishes his last sips before following suit, letting her takes his hand to lead him to her bed.
when they've approached it, he gives her one last look, a soft thing with appreciation for her in his eyes before he rests his palm to her hip, leaning in to kiss her. ]
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her tongue flicks at his lips, quill leaning closer into him. should he rub at her spine, run his fingers along it'll prompt a moan from her, sounded into the kiss and something she'll encourage him to keep doing )
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neither does he ignore her guidance, fingers tracing over her back, drifting beneath the hem of her shirt to glide skin directly over skin, the heel of his hand massaging against the vertical trail of her spine, encouraged all the more with the sounds it prompts, responding with a low moan of his own in listening to her. ]
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she breaks off only to catch her breath, breathing hard as quill rests her head to his. it's a gentler motion, a careful pull as she encourages him closer to her, bending to lower herself to the bed, shifting to lay along it )
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by the time they part, he's sighing at her mouth, eyes momentarily closed as he takes in the moment, up until she's guiding him along with her as she lowers onto the bed. upon kneeling on the mattress, he shrugs off his jacket letting it fall back behind him to the floor, before he bends low.
he'll find her mouth again, hovering above her with an arm braced against the mattress, free fingers drifting low to smooth against her thigh before following a trail between her legs, a grazing touch pressing against her leggings. ]
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it's a little strange how quickly she's started getting used to being touched, even touched in ways that quill never would have before. it's still a fairly new experience having someone's hand between her legs but her body responds all the same and, as maeve showed her, sometimes it can be better than having a cock there )
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but while there's a fondness in kissing her, licking a smooth stripe to her lips, he redirects his mouth, shifting lower down her body until he's level to her belly, nudging up the hem of her shirt with his nose before leaving a trail of suckling kisses, tender as they float up her body.
with a free set of fingers, he lifts up the fabric until it rides up over her breast, the exposure leaving his mouth to kiss her nipple before encircling it with a curious tongue, rubbing fresh over the pink nub. ]
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oh.
having her breasts touched is not a new thing but having his mouth on it-- )
Do that again.
( after all the kiss had been brief and as her nipple starts to harden she wants to feel it again, to really know what his mouth on her is like. she's learning as much as he is )
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as it hardens, he'll encourage it further with his tongue, stroking with a teasing rub to listen for further responses, for any signals that convey these places she likes to be touched.
though his fingers already work at hooking into the hem of her leggings, even as his mouth remains occupied, dragging them slow along her thighs. ]
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her hips left to help the easing of her leggings, moan slipping from her as his mouth keeps working at her. fingers press lightly at his neck and even though they're only just getting started she thinks that maybe he was right -- he can be pretty useful with that mouth )
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but with her lowered leggings, his fingers drift back to the space between her thighs where that single layer of her underwear remains. rather than rushing to drag it down with the rest, he runs his fingers against its center, rubbing the thin fabric to feel where her folds lie, stroking between to coax that dampness. ]
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other quills might not notice so much, there's certainly less use of mouth and hands just because of their appearance, but it's been a learning curve here. including learning that she isn't opposed to being touched, certainly not by him.
but his mouth is one thing. the fingers, though feeling very good as he rubs against her, feel more like a tease and there's a slight gnawing need to have him inside her )
Frank.
( his name is almost growled, not like the needy wishes she'd heard from wynonna's requests. quill's more direct -- and a little demanding )
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with that firm call of his name, he leaves a nipping brush of teeth and lips at the swell of her breasts, drifting himself back to sit up on his knees. he keeps his gaze on her as he rids her fully of those layers, snatching her underwear from her hips to meet them her leggings at her calves, dragging down both to free them from her ankles, tossed behind to the floor.
but when he leans down once more, it's to lower his head between her legs, palms brushing on the smooth inside skin of either thigh to keep her parted. in a beat, he parts his mouth, dragging his tongue against those soaking folds, a vertical stripe that rises until it can swirl a lick to her clit. ]
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Wha--
( it has her pushing herself up to look down at him, finding his head nestled between her thighs and-- there's confusion at first in her expression before it slips into something a little more curious. this is new )
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his tongue roams back to her folds, licking up the slickness already conjured there before he presses in, muscle stretching to stroke in against her folds. it isn't a reach as his fingers can provide, or the thickness garnered by his cock, but it's persistent and attentive, wet as saliva mixes with her dampness, the vibration of a groan left against her skin. ]
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