moonstriking | IC INBOX (SEASONS)

I think it fits us quite well.

[ That soft exhale doesn't escape her notice and she smiles, sliding her hands over Yuri's chest again to undo his shirt. What better way to check his guardian field had been completely effective than this?]

[ He laughs, very breathless this time, and shrugs out of it, leaning in at the same moment to catch her mouth in a kiss that's more than a little bit teeth. ]

Everyone could use an 'enemy' like you.

[Judith welcomes it, the heated press of their lips, the sharpness in the way Yuri presses back against her. She tightens her fingers against Yuri's shoulders, their lips moving together heatedly as she trails her hands down Yuri's chest, with the lightest drag of her perfectly manicured nails]

Oh? I don't think many could handle me.

[ The drag pulls a shiver out of him, and immediately he's aware that he'd like — more of that, harder. Runs his tongue over the backs of his teeth for a moment, hesitating, then murmurs, ]

I meant they should be so lucky.

[ And. And. ]

—If you wanted to sharpen your claws on me, I'd be — game.

[Hmm? Judith's eyes darken with interest as she presses her nails down a little harder, still teasing. Enough to leave a few raised red lines as she rolls her hips down again, slowly]

And leave my mark? That's an interesting proposition.

[Careful Yuri. You're playing with fire]

[ Which makes him hiss, but it is. Decidedly not a complaint. ]

Haah... that's one option, yeah. [ Hngh. ] Bruises work, too.

[ Well-aware. And... it's a little more difficult to just come out and say it to her, even though he's sort of hinted before. But he's getting there. Really. He wants to say it. ]

[A slow smile tugs at her lips, and her eyes darken into something dangerous, sensual]

I see.

[She leans over him, sliding her hands through his hair, gripping firmly at the base of his neck so it wouldn't pull so much when she tugs him up with ease, mouthing at his ear]

And this...?

[ If she's paying enough attention, well, the tight sound he lets out might sound — more frustrated than anything else. ]

That's... fine, too.

Oh? [She gives a sharper tug, harsh. Her smile hasn't changed in the slightest. ]

Then is this fine too?

[There's something to be said about not giving Yuri what he wants immediately]

[ His head tips back in the direction of the tug, teeth baring in a hiss, but almost immediately he's managing a very breathless: ]

Yeah. Yeah, that's... fine.

[She smiles, pressing her lips to the curve of his throat as she reaches down between them, palming the front of his pants]

Good. I would hate to make it uncomfortable.

[ hnngh ]

You can — go harder, too, if you want. I'm...

[ He's what, apart from way more turned on than he has any excuse to be, considering how little she's actually touched him. ]

—Tough.

Oh, I know.

[She presses her lips to his throat and bites. It's not gentle in the slightest.]

But isn't that playing too much to your whims?

[ And fuck, fuck, he definitely just made some sort of barely-smothered noise, he's harder than he's ever been with her, and the dizzy is a lot worse. A shallow, slow breath. ]

Think we — we might need a safe word here.

[Well, that's interesting. It sparks something like wildfire in her, racing all the way down her spine and between her legs. It's a dull ache, and she lets go, smiling, to give Yuri a purposeful shove back]

Mm? Is 'stop' not good enough? [Her gaze goes lidded, looking thoughtful] But ah, if you're worried about it taking you out of the moment...'red' should suffice, shouldn't it?

[ Just. Breathing for a moment. His eyes shut, and he might be visibly bracing himself before: ]

Usually do stoplight colors. Red, yellow, green.

[ Yeah, that's right, there's a usually. ]

I see.

[So she drags her nails down his chest, sharp and verging on the edge of pain as she reaches back with her other hand to undo her top. There's no shame out here, with the pollen already heating her skin]

So is this still 'green'?

[ ~~His player straight-up forgot the pollen.~~ ~~AKA, he'd have been reacting like this either way.~~ ]

—fuck, yes.

[ The muscles in his back, his legs, clench and flex. Forcing himself to stay still instead of arching up into her touch, or accidentally bucking her off. ]

[~~tbh this player forgot too until they went back to reread~~ Judith makes a chiding noise when Yuri moves, as she reaches down to give him a warning yank at his hair.]

Ah, ah ah. You'll have to be very good and hold still for me if you want me to touch you in ways you'll really like.

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