( a small smile had filtered into her expression when he'd told her it would be nice and the shift with it would be difficult to miss.
it has her straightening a little, sliding her legs down to physically open her up, quickly finishing her drink before also putting it down, resting her hand on his )
I now do. Though I could do with a better tour of the place.
[ He'd had a feeling this would go over better than continuing that line of conversation. Insatiable though he may be with scientific curiosity, he can rein himself in with more personal things, and tell himself there will be time to learn more later. ]
Oh, there's not much interesting about it, really.
[ He can tease, when he tries. She's more than welcome to a tour of anything she wants to see, whether than includes more than the direct route to the bedroom or not--but first, he just wants to kiss her without calculation for an audience. His hand slides into her hair again, cradling the back of her head without the blustering false confidence of last time as he pulls her to him. ]
( she's leaning into him as he moves, a hand grasping his shirt to hold him close as they kiss. it might have been more awkward the last time but really, for adrienne, it had given a glimpse of the future. a glimpse that she'd enjoyed.
and if he keeps kissing her like that she might forget about moving. location isn't an issue for her.
there's a lighter press of lips to his when they break, adrienne shifting slightly to make it a little easier, a little more comfortable as she leans back in to kiss him again )
[ The hand fisted in his shirt prompts a little noise of startled pleasure against her lips, a quiet but eager little hum and a gentle tightening of his grip in her hair.
He's not about to get too carried away on the couch, because damn it, he'd promised a bed (or...okay, she'd been the one to mention the bed, but the point of this exercise is still to have a bed in the equation.)
But that doesn't mean he can't move along with her, fingers caressing her jawline throughout that softer kiss and then slipping down to skim over her side and down her thigh as it deepens again, encouraging her closer still. ]
( he encourages her closer and yet adrienne does the opposite, slowing the kiss down as she pulls away.
another light kiss is dropped to him, second even lighter as she moves further back, fingers slowly working open the buttons of her blouse.
she shrugs it down her shoulders as she works, carefully guiding his attention, letting him focus on her breasts as she works on the lower part of her shirt, keeping that more closed until she's done and shrugs it fully off, letting it slide to the floor.
he only gets a little time to appreciate how she looks before she stands, grabbing his hands )
[ Mohinder is generally more than happy to have his attention directed toward breasts, and now is no exception. If Adrienne wants to make a little show of it, then he'll sit back and watch in precisely the way she wants him to, with bright appreciative eyes and a faint little smirk playing about his lips.
It doesn't occur to him, after the zoo, that there are places she wouldn't want his gaze to linger, or that she's curating things to keep his eyes where she wants them--the cat costume hadn't made her scar obvious to his quick embarrassed glances then, and he hasn't noticed it yet, but she's always seemed encouraging of his attention before, and never more so than right now. The way she keeps her shirt fastened at the bottom and moves away from his admiring gaze simply comes across as teasing, tantalizing, and it's a turn-on. ]
Well, if you really want one. There's the kitchen...
[ He's kidding. It may be difficult to continue making out and get down the hallway to the bedroom at the same time, but they can multitask. They're doctors. He lets go of her hands and lifts her instead, guiding her legs around his waist to put her on a level where he can kiss her again as he walks.
It's not a particularly unusual move, except perhaps for the way it seems to take him no effort at all, as if she's weightless. He might as well be carrying a hollow block of styrofoam, except that styrofoam isn't sexy. ]
( they're doctors, multitasking and deft movements are their skills. she's pulling him towards her when he lifts her and adrienne lets go of his shirt, looping her arms around his shoulders, slipping her legs around him.
she doesn't realise how easy it is for him, drawn into the moment, kissing him quickly, hungrily.
her hands tug at his tshirt even though with her body pressed against him she can't really do too much about it. yet )
[ Not yet, but her enthusiasm is so easy to build on like a feedback loop, letting those hungry kisses deepen enough to steal breath again as he carries her to the bedroom and definitely does not bother to point out any other rooms along the way. He does, however, unhook her bra with one hand while the other keeps holding her up, even if the same problem applies to it as to his shirt and he doesn't want to separate far enough to solve it yet.
He hasn't actually brought a lot of people to bed with him yet, though he's made quota handily enough to keep the authorities off his back. This city makes it easy--preferable, even--to do things quickly and sordidly elsewhere, in a way Mohinder's never liked. But this is more his speed. When they reach the bed, he deposits her on it with a gentle, playful little toss and takes care of that shirt problem for her without further ado. ]
( the bra's quickly discarded once she's down, adrienne propping herself up on her elbows to settle, watching his little show in return )
And your pants.
( slightly bossier, a little demanding, but there's a smile still on her. she'd rather her be back with her kissing her again but she also doesn't want to stop to deal with them later. which is why she'll push herself up a little more, starting to undo her jeans too )
[ His eyebrows arch at that bossiness, but hey, he ain't complaining. Not one bit. ]
Yes, ma'am.
[ It's the sort of thing he'd have said back home too, with the same cheeky little smile, but there's an extra little frisson of satisfaction now from the inherent take that to the city's stupid designations.
He leaves the boxer briefs on--of course his vivid wardrobe includes brightly-colored underwear, but these are at least a fairly inoffensive pale blue--after skimming his jeans off, not out of self-consciousness or anything, but simply because it seems more fun to help get rid of hers. ]
( she pulls him back closer once her jeans are off, a hand at the back of his neck, adrienne leaning up into the kiss.
rather than leaning back along the bed she tries to guide him, a hand at his hip, encouraging him to turn to lean him back instead, kissing him through. she'll move with him, if he does, only pausing in kissing him to sit across his lap before leaning into him again )
[ This is a familiar dynamic, for Mohinder, if more gentle than he's used to; he's not really a stranger to having women push and pull and manhandle him where they please. He's rarely been inclined to protest.
And he doesn't protest now, or not at first. He moves where she directs, sitting up in the middle of the bed--leaving himself room to lie back, but not doing it just yet--and gathering her into his lap as she straddles him. All of this is deeply welcome, but it's not quite the way he's fantasized about keeping his promise from the zoo.
There's just no reason to break those kisses yet. They're such very nice kisses. And he can still keep them up as he reclines, pulling her down on top of him and winding his arms around her, but it's not leaving him the easiest way to put his mouth where he'd really like to. Maybe she can indulge him if he rolls them over again, just for now, kissing a trail down her neck and between her breasts again with purpose. ]
( her hands press into his hair as they kiss, both of them keeping the other pressed close. it's comfortable, adrienne finding it easy to get lost in this moment, guided by kisses.
so she ends up on her back, a small laugh from her when he kisses down her neck, sliding her hands back over his shoulders, his arms, resting as he moves.
her back arches slightly into his touch, a soft approving hum at his touch, moving with him to press into his kisses )
[ He's careful about the scar, as this is a point where it can't really escape his notice--but even if Mohinder's social skills aren't exactly virtuosic, it doesn't take a diplomat to understand that most people don't like having attention focused on things like that, and so he skims right past it and leaves it be.
It's far nicer, anyway, to focus teasing attention on the insides of her thighs instead, before pressing forward with a deft and curious tongue. ]
( as his kisses travelled lower she'd tensed slightly, debating redirecting him. but he skips past her stomach, kiss to her thigh instead and the breath she releases mixes (is covered by) a pleased sigh.
her underwear tugged down with her jeans leaves her open to him, legs parting a little more at that first touch and he'll find her a little damp. she's had the memory of his hands teasing at her mind, wondering and hoping where he'll go from there. and he's not disappointing her )
[ He'd wanted, even back in the zoo, to take advantage of that cat suit the way she'd hinted at--had they been anywhere more discreet, with even the slightest pretense of privacy, he would have loved to slip his fingers between her legs and drive her wild with them. Maybe it would have been possible to do it more covertly, if he'd committed a little further.
But it doesn't matter anymore, and now he can do better. He's conscientious of his grip on her hips as he laves her wetness with the flat of his tongue, knowing that it would be too easy to leave fingertip bruises without thinking, but finding it steadily more difficult to keep that thought in focus. ]
( there's a contented sound as his tongue works at her, hands smoothing out over the bedding. adrienne had expected simple, yet this man was showing her that there was far more that she should expect and far more to him.
and there was nothing wrong, not in this beautiful little moment, her breathing getting a little heavier, little sounds been drawn out--
until his fingers press a little too firm. she doesn't wince, not hurt, but it's pressure that's not blending as well with her pleasure )
Careful-- ( it's a quieter, paused word, not wanting anything to stop, just for his hand to be a little more comfortable )
[ It would have sufficed, probably, just to loosen his grip, but Mohinder is never capable of not overcorrecting when he thinks he's done something wrong, and so he lets go entirely and fists his hands in the sheets just to be sure.
(They'll probably end up torn, one way or another, before the night is over, but it's fine. They're his own sheets.)
Without having to worry about hurting her, he can relax again, gradually, and enjoy himself. And he is enjoying himself, his tongue tracing and exploring and building on everything that makes her pant like that, circling her clit with relish. ]
[ There's nothing that turns Mohinder on like that kind of encouragement, that physical demand for more, making him moan against her skin in turn and add the soft purring vibrations of the sound to the redoubled efforts with his tongue.
He wants to encourage even more of it--riding his face, pulling his hair, anything she likes, but that would require pulling back enough to speak, and he's certainly not about to do that. His enthusiasm, though, can speak for him as he keeps up the pace. ]
( adrienne rocks more against him, her hands grasping the sheets, tight little balls as her sounds pitch higher, louder. the added vibration jolts through her, encouraging the lift of her hips, eyes falling closed.
his tongue works against her, firm and quick, a constant pressure. it pushes her up, each press sending spikes through her, moans falling more frequently from her. until it snaps.
pleasure presses through her, her back arching as her orgasm licks back, the jolts of her hips less steady against his touch )
[ He lets his hand rest on her hip again as she rides out her climax, just a light brush of a touch now to anchor him until the last of the shudders subside. It isn't meant to be a steadying touch, not when he likes that uncontrolled movement from her, but he likes the contact, and he can do it with care now.
Unhurried, he places one more warm kiss to the inside of her thigh and then stretches out beside her again. ]
( she laughs softly, breathlessly, and as he moves up beside her she reaches a hand out, running it over his arm just to touch him for a moment )
Normally I'd ask if that was a challenge... but I'm not sure it would have been as enjoyable there.
( certainly not as comfortable. the thrill of his fingers was one thing and whilst adrienne finds being watched a little hot it's usually just in terms of her partner not a whole thing by the public )
Waiting was the right idea.
( she sounds so incredibly pleased by it and once her breath's a little steadier she rolls over, leaning down to kiss him )
[ He pretends to consider that challenge, with a faint and teasing little hum, as he skims off his underwear and tosses it aside. There's nothing about this that isn't far better than a quick, semi-clothed fuck under public duress would have been, and he's just glad she was willing to give him a more private chance. ]
Glad you think so.
[ The approval in her voice warms him all over, raising a gentle flush under his skin, and he guides her on top of him again as he kisses hungrily back. ]
( she smiles more into the kiss, a firmer press down as she sits across him, hands pushing into his hair. she was very glad to have waited for this, that he'd been as interested and not just led by the idea at the zoo because already it's shaping up to be a fantastic evening.
it also doesn't take long for adrienne to get a little breathless again, lighter kisses pressed to him before she kisses his check, then below his ear )
Tell me what you want.
( how being more on her mind. she has no doubts after his previous performance that it'd be a great fuck if it just happened, but she's favourable enough about him that she cares to ask. what does he like? )
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it has her straightening a little, sliding her legs down to physically open her up, quickly finishing her drink before also putting it down, resting her hand on his )
I now do. Though I could do with a better tour of the place.
( to that bedroom )
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Oh, there's not much interesting about it, really.
[ He can tease, when he tries. She's more than welcome to a tour of anything she wants to see, whether than includes more than the direct route to the bedroom or not--but first, he just wants to kiss her without calculation for an audience. His hand slides into her hair again, cradling the back of her head without the blustering false confidence of last time as he pulls her to him. ]
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and if he keeps kissing her like that she might forget about moving. location isn't an issue for her.
there's a lighter press of lips to his when they break, adrienne shifting slightly to make it a little easier, a little more comfortable as she leans back in to kiss him again )
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He's not about to get too carried away on the couch, because damn it, he'd promised a bed (or...okay, she'd been the one to mention the bed, but the point of this exercise is still to have a bed in the equation.)
But that doesn't mean he can't move along with her, fingers caressing her jawline throughout that softer kiss and then slipping down to skim over her side and down her thigh as it deepens again, encouraging her closer still. ]
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another light kiss is dropped to him, second even lighter as she moves further back, fingers slowly working open the buttons of her blouse.
she shrugs it down her shoulders as she works, carefully guiding his attention, letting him focus on her breasts as she works on the lower part of her shirt, keeping that more closed until she's done and shrugs it fully off, letting it slide to the floor.
he only gets a little time to appreciate how she looks before she stands, grabbing his hands )
That tour?
( bedroom, sir )
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It doesn't occur to him, after the zoo, that there are places she wouldn't want his gaze to linger, or that she's curating things to keep his eyes where she wants them--the cat costume hadn't made her scar obvious to his quick embarrassed glances then, and he hasn't noticed it yet, but she's always seemed encouraging of his attention before, and never more so than right now. The way she keeps her shirt fastened at the bottom and moves away from his admiring gaze simply comes across as teasing, tantalizing, and it's a turn-on. ]
Well, if you really want one. There's the kitchen...
[ He's kidding. It may be difficult to continue making out and get down the hallway to the bedroom at the same time, but they can multitask. They're doctors. He lets go of her hands and lifts her instead, guiding her legs around his waist to put her on a level where he can kiss her again as he walks.
It's not a particularly unusual move, except perhaps for the way it seems to take him no effort at all, as if she's weightless. He might as well be carrying a hollow block of styrofoam, except that styrofoam isn't sexy. ]
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she doesn't realise how easy it is for him, drawn into the moment, kissing him quickly, hungrily.
her hands tug at his tshirt even though with her body pressed against him she can't really do too much about it. yet )
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He hasn't actually brought a lot of people to bed with him yet, though he's made quota handily enough to keep the authorities off his back. This city makes it easy--preferable, even--to do things quickly and sordidly elsewhere, in a way Mohinder's never liked. But this is more his speed. When they reach the bed, he deposits her on it with a gentle, playful little toss and takes care of that shirt problem for her without further ado. ]
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And your pants.
( slightly bossier, a little demanding, but there's a smile still on her. she'd rather her be back with her kissing her again but she also doesn't want to stop to deal with them later. which is why she'll push herself up a little more, starting to undo her jeans too )
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Yes, ma'am.
[ It's the sort of thing he'd have said back home too, with the same cheeky little smile, but there's an extra little frisson of satisfaction now from the inherent take that to the city's stupid designations.
He leaves the boxer briefs on--of course his vivid wardrobe includes brightly-colored underwear, but these are at least a fairly inoffensive pale blue--after skimming his jeans off, not out of self-consciousness or anything, but simply because it seems more fun to help get rid of hers. ]
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rather than leaning back along the bed she tries to guide him, a hand at his hip, encouraging him to turn to lean him back instead, kissing him through. she'll move with him, if he does, only pausing in kissing him to sit across his lap before leaning into him again )
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And he doesn't protest now, or not at first. He moves where she directs, sitting up in the middle of the bed--leaving himself room to lie back, but not doing it just yet--and gathering her into his lap as she straddles him. All of this is deeply welcome, but it's not quite the way he's fantasized about keeping his promise from the zoo.
There's just no reason to break those kisses yet. They're such very nice kisses. And he can still keep them up as he reclines, pulling her down on top of him and winding his arms around her, but it's not leaving him the easiest way to put his mouth where he'd really like to. Maybe she can indulge him if he rolls them over again, just for now, kissing a trail down her neck and between her breasts again with purpose. ]
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so she ends up on her back, a small laugh from her when he kisses down her neck, sliding her hands back over his shoulders, his arms, resting as he moves.
her back arches slightly into his touch, a soft approving hum at his touch, moving with him to press into his kisses )
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It's far nicer, anyway, to focus teasing attention on the insides of her thighs instead, before pressing forward with a deft and curious tongue. ]
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her underwear tugged down with her jeans leaves her open to him, legs parting a little more at that first touch and he'll find her a little damp. she's had the memory of his hands teasing at her mind, wondering and hoping where he'll go from there. and he's not disappointing her )
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But it doesn't matter anymore, and now he can do better. He's conscientious of his grip on her hips as he laves her wetness with the flat of his tongue, knowing that it would be too easy to leave fingertip bruises without thinking, but finding it steadily more difficult to keep that thought in focus. ]
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and there was nothing wrong, not in this beautiful little moment, her breathing getting a little heavier, little sounds been drawn out--
until his fingers press a little too firm. she doesn't wince, not hurt, but it's pressure that's not blending as well with her pleasure )
Careful-- ( it's a quieter, paused word, not wanting anything to stop, just for his hand to be a little more comfortable )
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[ It would have sufficed, probably, just to loosen his grip, but Mohinder is never capable of not overcorrecting when he thinks he's done something wrong, and so he lets go entirely and fists his hands in the sheets just to be sure.
(They'll probably end up torn, one way or another, before the night is over, but it's fine. They're his own sheets.)
Without having to worry about hurting her, he can relax again, gradually, and enjoy himself. And he is enjoying himself, his tongue tracing and exploring and building on everything that makes her pant like that, circling her clit with relish. ]
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and god, it's good, dragging those sounds out of her with ease, her breathing becoming heavier, less even, building her pleasure.
her hips nudge against him, little rocks almost impatient as he gets her closer to that edge )
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He wants to encourage even more of it--riding his face, pulling his hair, anything she likes, but that would require pulling back enough to speak, and he's certainly not about to do that. His enthusiasm, though, can speak for him as he keeps up the pace. ]
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his tongue works against her, firm and quick, a constant pressure. it pushes her up, each press sending spikes through her, moans falling more frequently from her. until it snaps.
pleasure presses through her, her back arching as her orgasm licks back, the jolts of her hips less steady against his touch )
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Unhurried, he places one more warm kiss to the inside of her thigh and then stretches out beside her again. ]
I definitely couldn't have done that in the zoo.
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Normally I'd ask if that was a challenge... but I'm not sure it would have been as enjoyable there.
( certainly not as comfortable. the thrill of his fingers was one thing and whilst adrienne finds being watched a little hot it's usually just in terms of her partner not a whole thing by the public )
Waiting was the right idea.
( she sounds so incredibly pleased by it and once her breath's a little steadier she rolls over, leaning down to kiss him )
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Glad you think so.
[ The approval in her voice warms him all over, raising a gentle flush under his skin, and he guides her on top of him again as he kisses hungrily back. ]
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it also doesn't take long for adrienne to get a little breathless again, lighter kisses pressed to him before she kisses his check, then below his ear )
Tell me what you want.
( how being more on her mind. she has no doubts after his previous performance that it'd be a great fuck if it just happened, but she's favourable enough about him that she cares to ask. what does he like? )
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