[ His answering smile has a tinge of shyness to it that doesn't lend itself ideally to innuendo, but maybe he can be forgiven for that, because it's been a long time since anyone so openly told him they liked him. It's the kind of praise he thrives on.
And he doesn't really need innuendo, either, when just leaning over and kissing her softly is an option too. ]
( the kiss stays very soft, though cut a little short given that her hands are occupied and she's worried about spilling her tea. not at all sexy.
but adrienne stays close to him even as she leans to put the cup on the table, hand gently taking his to do the same before she then leans into him, her hands resting on his arms, taking a hand as she kisses him again.
it's teasingly soft, though even as she draws back and only presses light touches to his lips he'll note that more underneath )
Something like that? ( she whispers it against his lips, not pulling back from him ) Or did you have something else in mind?
[ He rubs his thumb gently over her knuckles as she takes his hand, but as she teases him with those brief and surprisingly tender kisses, he turns her hand over in his grip so that he can trace warm little circles over the inside of her wrist instead. ]
Well, we can start there. [ He smiles, in turn, against her lips. ] You've had the tour of my place, so I think it's your turn.
( adrienne hums an approving sound, a last, longer tender kiss before this time she does pull back, standing and keeping her hand in his )
Short tour, I think.
( skipping everything and straight to the bedroom, they need nothing else. this time she doesn't pull him to her kissing him as she walks, but she does keep her hand tucked firmly in his, keeping him close as she leads him to her bedroom.
and there she will kiss him, one more tender press before she deepens it, kissing him until she's breathless )
[ They're on the same page, without distraction or delay for teasing, not like last time, when working her up with playful denial had been the aim. He just wants her, naked and in his arms, and a bed.
It's still easy to get lost in those kisses for long, dizzying moments, returning to them again and again between every article of clothing he strips off either of them. ]
( she's much less shy about stripping for him this time, mohinder having seen all of her before but also knowing more of her story now. she'd never ordinarily tell anyone and yet it felt... simpler?
when all of their clothes are shed she tugs him quicker to the bed, pulling away from his kisses to walk faster, kneeling on her bed as she pushes up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him in to her, kissing hard again )
[ It isn't lost on him, the lack of coyness or careful direction this time as she bares herself, and the swell of appreciation for that makes him kiss back all the deeper.
He's glad to follow where she pulls him, but when he slides into bed with her, he runs his hands under her to lift her again and hold her a few inches above his lap as he maneuvers and gets situated and stretches out on the mattress.
It almost startles him sometimes how second-nature it's become to do things like that, but it's just easy, and he wants a position to keep up those unbroken kisses while he moves. ]
( she'll question later how he's able to hold her so easily, make her feel secure as he does. it hadn't registered last time when he'd wrapped her around him but how he holds her now she picks something up-- except the moment's too big and she's not stopping.
though he settles her into his lap she has a different idea, leaning down into a kiss that she cuts short before straigtening up, pressing up into her knees, moving up the bed until she can use some of the bed frame to balance her, stopping by his shoulders first )
Okay?
( giving him the choice, the preference... and if he tugged her into him that would be very okay )
[ Don't mind him, he's just biting his lip and enjoying that view. Adrienne is in luck if that's what she wants, because that's precisely the image that's been on his mind since she texted him--and before that, too, to be quite honest, because he thinks about it a lot on his own time, and only the fact that she'd been upset at him earlier had curtailed it. He grins. ]
Next time, you don't even have to ask.
[ He cups her ass firmly in his hands, pulling her the rest of the way to his mouth, and lets them slip gently around to hold her thighs as he tastes her. ]
( there's a pleased hum as his mouth touches her, a slight adjustment to a more comfortable position before she settles into him.
he'd shown her last time the talent his tongue had, adrienne working slow rocks with him at the fond memory, tipping her gaze down so she can watch him work )
[ And he's a quick study about what she likes; he remembers everything that had wrung those sounds of pleasure from her lips last time and relishes repeating it, thumbs tracing teasing circular patterns high on the insides of her thighs as he does.
She knows now, too, how much he likes it when she gets more physically demanding with him. ]
( her sounds are a little more measured to start with, quieter in the space, contained with the gentle motion of her hips as she works with him, a light press against his mouth.
it increases quickly, firmer rock into him, a longer pause between her motions to give him more time before she dips back. and the sounds do too, confident in their space, adrienne not shy about vocalising her pleasure, letting each moan and gasp drift clearly to him.
and then a curse, softer in voice, more gasped in surprise at that specific motion of his tongue, the german words falling before she softly laughs, a very fond look at him for that )
[ Oh, this is a much, much nicer way to hear her forgetting to speak English than any drunken talk about nightmares. He only wishes the city's translation mechanism would let him hear it without interference, but he definitely still gets the gist, and it's delightful.
This, and the intense hot rush of arousal at the way she rides his face and takes what she wants from him, would be more than enough already to have him redoubling his efforts with a moan against her skin--but the fondness in her gaze leaves him briefly at a loss, in the best way.
Only for a moment, though. It wouldn't do to leave her waiting or unsatisfied, after all. ]
( there's a longer moan at that action and she can feel her own rocks starting to become a little less steady, her legs trembling slightly )
Keep doing tha--
( the end is broken with a gasp and she has to bring both hands back to hold against the bed again to keep her in a good position and not solely against him.
each movement becomes less steady, sounds quicker and a few more german vocalisations, little requests of need because what he's doing is perfect against her. which is all she needs before her orgasm crashes in, adrienne coming hard against him and she has to really work to keep herself up now, more than happy to lay beside him once she's spent )
[ Even if she has a hard time holding herself up, it's all right; he can handle it easily and gladly as he grips her thighs and licks her languidly through the aftershocks, and lets her finally go to collapse next to him.
He's nearly lightheaded with the pleasure of it, breathless as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand with a laugh more carefree than he thought he'd be able to manage again. ]
Sehr gut?
[ He's teasing, and his German is limited to travel-guide phrases and a few untranslatable scientific terms, but he's really enjoying what the translation magic is letting him hear from her before it catches up. ]
( adrienne laughs, both at his little german phrase and at how good he'd just been to her. there's little she can do but slightly laugh and try to catch her breath again until slowly a hand reaches for his, wanting a point of contact with him )
That was very good. Very.
( she's both too mindblown for her to be able to grasp at english and realise she's not speaking english, back in her native tongue, though her schweizerdeutsch will sound very different from any of his travel-guide deutsch )
If you keep blowing my expectations I'll end up very spoiled.
[ He takes that hand with a grin, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb over her fingers again, and then uses it to pull her and situate her on top of him again as she gathers her thoughts. ]
Well, I don't know if I can make you switch languages every time, but that's certainly no reason not to try. All the more reason to take it as a challenge, actually.
[ He kisses her, catching her lower lip with a playful heated nip. ]
( she moves easily with him, very easily with his strength, leaning in to kiss him deeply--
though when her brain catches up to his words she pauses, pulling back and looking a little confused. before she laughs again, resting her head against his chest, her words muffled when she does speak again )
God, that... doesn't usually happen.
( which it wouldn't with bar quickies versus someone who actually cared about giving her a good orgasm.
she kisses his neck lightly, translating since she doesn't know that he already understood )
Whilst I'm pretty sure orgasms are a universal language... that one was very good.
[ He tilts his head back with pleasure at the kiss to his throat, humming with deep warm appreciation, and then gives them a quick mischievous roll so that he's on top of her. ]
And if you'd like to keep doing it on purpose, I wouldn't mind at all.
( she smiles up at him before leaning back in and kissing him, tugging him closer to her as she wraps a leg around him, secure over his hip )
Then slowly... ( she draws the word out between kisses, keeping her language a little simpler on the hope that he can still get the idea of what she wants even if he doesn't know the language himself ) I want you. Again. And again.
( there's a kiss between each pause before she leans back down, pressing her head into the pillow, brushing his hair back with her fingers )
[ Even without the city's translation benefits, she's leaving no room to mistake what she wants from him, and he loves it. He kisses back with increasing depth and hunger each time she pauses, spurring her on with soft vibrating noises of appreciation.
His rhythm would be slow and gentle even without her express instructions, because he's cautious about these things now in a way he hasn't had to be in the past, and hadn't needed to worry about last time with her on top and setting the pace. But he doesn't mind the care, thrusting deep instead of hard, listening to the echo of her native language behind the English that the city magic superimposes.
It's been a rough and uncertain week, but for now, things are feeling right again. ]
( her head presses firmer into the pillow as he pushes in, her nails grazing over his scalp and her words become a little more murmured, not quite audible enough behind the feeling of him to be a fully formed word not even to be translated.
her leg presses a little tighter, trying to restrict his motion to smaller thrusts, her eyes closing, fingers gripping as she breaths deeply for a moment, intending to talk for as long as she can get words out, encouraged by his response to her )
If I could stay here all day I would... this bed, the couch... anywhere. See how much you have in you--
[ He lets her guide his tempo, pulling back to rock more shallowly as she twines herself around him, every little lightning bolt of sensation from her grip on his hair singing through him and heightening the ecstasy.
Thinking about how the magic works is beyond him now, when he's just letting every word soak in, but for as smolderingly hot as the foreign words are, he's glad he can understand them. It's the best of both worlds. ]
You can.
[ Breathless, in English, though the profanity of his own mother tongue feels eager to well up behind it. ]
( she's going to question just how he can understand her later, though somehow it feels more arousing that he can. maybe his german was better than he'd let on, her specific dialect of it, or maybe it was one of those strangenesses of his world that she hadn't before questioned.
either way, her moan is both at his rocking and this situation, fingers tugging again and she leans up to kiss him, words whispered against his lips )
You are conveniently close by.
( which she really does love and is considering taking more advantage of )
Waking you up just to-- get in your bed. Not sleep--
[ This is not an idea that has ever occurred to him before, and yet picturing it now prompts a fierce surge of arousal, a groan that he smothers with his mouth against her neck. He doesn't trust many people in this city, and he'd been "sleep with a gun in the nightstand" paranoid long before Duplicity got hold of him, but for that, he'd start leaving his front door unlocked at all hours. ]
I'd never get to work on time again--wouldn't be able to resist you, how could I possibly--
[ He's close enough now to make coherence difficult, forehead falling to her shoulder as he gasps. ]
Fuck--
[ This in Tamil, now that she's driving him to it. ]
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[ His answering smile has a tinge of shyness to it that doesn't lend itself ideally to innuendo, but maybe he can be forgiven for that, because it's been a long time since anyone so openly told him they liked him. It's the kind of praise he thrives on.
And he doesn't really need innuendo, either, when just leaning over and kissing her softly is an option too. ]
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but adrienne stays close to him even as she leans to put the cup on the table, hand gently taking his to do the same before she then leans into him, her hands resting on his arms, taking a hand as she kisses him again.
it's teasingly soft, though even as she draws back and only presses light touches to his lips he'll note that more underneath )
Something like that? ( she whispers it against his lips, not pulling back from him ) Or did you have something else in mind?
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Well, we can start there. [ He smiles, in turn, against her lips. ] You've had the tour of my place, so I think it's your turn.
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Short tour, I think.
( skipping everything and straight to the bedroom, they need nothing else. this time she doesn't pull him to her kissing him as she walks, but she does keep her hand tucked firmly in his, keeping him close as she leads him to her bedroom.
and there she will kiss him, one more tender press before she deepens it, kissing him until she's breathless )
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It's still easy to get lost in those kisses for long, dizzying moments, returning to them again and again between every article of clothing he strips off either of them. ]
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when all of their clothes are shed she tugs him quicker to the bed, pulling away from his kisses to walk faster, kneeling on her bed as she pushes up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him in to her, kissing hard again )
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He's glad to follow where she pulls him, but when he slides into bed with her, he runs his hands under her to lift her again and hold her a few inches above his lap as he maneuvers and gets situated and stretches out on the mattress.
It almost startles him sometimes how second-nature it's become to do things like that, but it's just easy, and he wants a position to keep up those unbroken kisses while he moves. ]
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though he settles her into his lap she has a different idea, leaning down into a kiss that she cuts short before straigtening up, pressing up into her knees, moving up the bed until she can use some of the bed frame to balance her, stopping by his shoulders first )
Okay?
( giving him the choice, the preference... and if he tugged her into him that would be very okay )
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Next time, you don't even have to ask.
[ He cups her ass firmly in his hands, pulling her the rest of the way to his mouth, and lets them slip gently around to hold her thighs as he tastes her. ]
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he'd shown her last time the talent his tongue had, adrienne working slow rocks with him at the fond memory, tipping her gaze down so she can watch him work )
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She knows now, too, how much he likes it when she gets more physically demanding with him. ]
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it increases quickly, firmer rock into him, a longer pause between her motions to give him more time before she dips back. and the sounds do too, confident in their space, adrienne not shy about vocalising her pleasure, letting each moan and gasp drift clearly to him.
and then a curse, softer in voice, more gasped in surprise at that specific motion of his tongue, the german words falling before she softly laughs, a very fond look at him for that )
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This, and the intense hot rush of arousal at the way she rides his face and takes what she wants from him, would be more than enough already to have him redoubling his efforts with a moan against her skin--but the fondness in her gaze leaves him briefly at a loss, in the best way.
Only for a moment, though. It wouldn't do to leave her waiting or unsatisfied, after all. ]
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Keep doing tha--
( the end is broken with a gasp and she has to bring both hands back to hold against the bed again to keep her in a good position and not solely against him.
each movement becomes less steady, sounds quicker and a few more german vocalisations, little requests of need because what he's doing is perfect against her. which is all she needs before her orgasm crashes in, adrienne coming hard against him and she has to really work to keep herself up now, more than happy to lay beside him once she's spent )
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He's nearly lightheaded with the pleasure of it, breathless as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand with a laugh more carefree than he thought he'd be able to manage again. ]
Sehr gut?
[ He's teasing, and his German is limited to travel-guide phrases and a few untranslatable scientific terms, but he's really enjoying what the translation magic is letting him hear from her before it catches up. ]
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That was very good. Very.
( she's both too mindblown for her to be able to grasp at english and realise she's not speaking english, back in her native tongue, though her schweizerdeutsch will sound very different from any of his travel-guide deutsch )
If you keep blowing my expectations I'll end up very spoiled.
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[ He takes that hand with a grin, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb over her fingers again, and then uses it to pull her and situate her on top of him again as she gathers her thoughts. ]
Well, I don't know if I can make you switch languages every time, but that's certainly no reason not to try. All the more reason to take it as a challenge, actually.
[ He kisses her, catching her lower lip with a playful heated nip. ]
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though when her brain catches up to his words she pauses, pulling back and looking a little confused. before she laughs again, resting her head against his chest, her words muffled when she does speak again )
God, that... doesn't usually happen.
( which it wouldn't with bar quickies versus someone who actually cared about giving her a good orgasm.
she kisses his neck lightly, translating since she doesn't know that he already understood )
Whilst I'm pretty sure orgasms are a universal language... that one was very good.
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[ He tilts his head back with pleasure at the kiss to his throat, humming with deep warm appreciation, and then gives them a quick mischievous roll so that he's on top of her. ]
And if you'd like to keep doing it on purpose, I wouldn't mind at all.
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( she smiles up at him before leaning back in and kissing him, tugging him closer to her as she wraps a leg around him, secure over his hip )
Then slowly... ( she draws the word out between kisses, keeping her language a little simpler on the hope that he can still get the idea of what she wants even if he doesn't know the language himself ) I want you. Again. And again.
( there's a kiss between each pause before she leans back down, pressing her head into the pillow, brushing his hair back with her fingers )
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His rhythm would be slow and gentle even without her express instructions, because he's cautious about these things now in a way he hasn't had to be in the past, and hadn't needed to worry about last time with her on top and setting the pace. But he doesn't mind the care, thrusting deep instead of hard, listening to the echo of her native language behind the English that the city magic superimposes.
It's been a rough and uncertain week, but for now, things are feeling right again. ]
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her leg presses a little tighter, trying to restrict his motion to smaller thrusts, her eyes closing, fingers gripping as she breaths deeply for a moment, intending to talk for as long as she can get words out, encouraged by his response to her )
If I could stay here all day I would... this bed, the couch... anywhere. See how much you have in you--
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Thinking about how the magic works is beyond him now, when he's just letting every word soak in, but for as smolderingly hot as the foreign words are, he's glad he can understand them. It's the best of both worlds. ]
You can.
[ Breathless, in English, though the profanity of his own mother tongue feels eager to well up behind it. ]
God, you can have me any time you like--please--
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either way, her moan is both at his rocking and this situation, fingers tugging again and she leans up to kiss him, words whispered against his lips )
You are conveniently close by.
( which she really does love and is considering taking more advantage of )
Waking you up just to-- get in your bed. Not sleep--
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I'd never get to work on time again--wouldn't be able to resist you, how could I possibly--
[ He's close enough now to make coherence difficult, forehead falling to her shoulder as he gasps. ]
Fuck--
[ This in Tamil, now that she's driving him to it. ]
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