abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

[She doesn't mind his magic - but this is different and special. She kisses him deeply, lips parted for him to claim as much as he likes, hands tangled in his beautiful hair.

All of him is beautiful. Maybe if she kisses him enough he'll be able to feel her feelings.]

[That invitation is taken without a second thought, of course, sweeping his tongue in against hers as he cups her face with his hands.
Letting his fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her just that little bit closer.

Even if he might not feel her feelings directly... he still feels beautiful with her, regardless.
He always does.]

[She moans into his mouth something that might have been his name, pressing close against him, chest to chest.

It's unfortunate that she has to stop playing with his hair to unbutton and toss off her jacket. She could just make it disappear in a puff of dream logic - but she wants to show him as close to 'reality' as she can.]

[Well, hey - it might be unfortunate, but it's better she does it this way, anyway! Because unlike just poofing her jacket entirely, unbuttoning and removing it like that is taken as a proper invitation -
Once she's moved back in for that kiss, his hands are already on her, pulling up the hem of her shirt so they can feel the warmth of her skin...

Which, as always, is far, far warmer than his own. Sorry, Eva, but Louis being frigid is simply a fact of life. ... Unless she changes it with dream logic, but look - if she wants it realistic then she'll have to deal with his cold little hands on her ribs.]

[She will survive cold hands in the name of realism.

But if he's going to do that, then she pulls back for a moment to take off her shirt entirely, leaving her in her favorite lacy black bra.]

How do I look?

...

[He's taking a moment, here, to really look her over, of course - even reaching out to settle his hands on her waist, trace them up her sides to cup them underneath her breasts at the edge of her bra.
And, after a second, the corner of his mouth tugs up into something of a smirk.]

Like I'd tear through that brassiere of yours to get at you, if I could... were it not your favorite.
Come here, let me get you out of that - I wish to see you properly.

We're in a dream - you can rip it right to shreds. Please do, actually.

[She's always into him getting feral in desire for her.]

[She has only herself to blame, then.

"Please do," she says, and he's already wrapping his arms around her to flip the both of them over, making sure his hips are pressed between her thighs as he hooks those long, claw-like nails of his into the lace of her bra - trying his best not to nick her, of course, but he can't make any promises.
She wants him to rip it to shreds? He'll rip it to shreds. It only takes a yank or two to make it happen - even reaching under its band to snap right through its wire and leave her bare.

And from there, he settles his hands on either side of her chest against the bedding, locking eyes with her as he dips down; pausing before his lips touch her skin not to ask permission... but something more like a threat. Even letting his grin widen to show off all of his sharp, sharp teeth.]

[There it goes! Into itty bitty pieces. It was extremely hot and she has no regrets.

Still has no regrets even as he shows off his teeth. If anything, she feels herself getting even more worked up.]

You can do whatever you want to me, Louis.

Well, don't say that...
Someday, I may take you up on that wholeheartedly.

[Said with a huff of a laugh, the breath hitting her skin thanks to just how close he is -

And right after, he scoops one of his arms underneath her back to lift her up, just so he can pepper her chest in soft, warm little kisses.
They're almost delicate enough to feel out of character for him, honestly. As if she's made of crepe paper, and he's afraid of ruining her by kissing her just a bit too hard.]

[... Of course, she should probably know better by now.

After just a moment or so of that, she'll feel his teeth scrape along her skin - gentle, careful, not enough to pierce. But still leaving nice, red welts in their wake, almost a mockery of what he's done to her before.

Playful, but still tasting her as best he can. Loving, but still out of a desire to feel her flesh between his teeth.
Even lathing his tongue over them as he goes, leaving patches of cold to goosebump behind him, determined to leave as many marks across her skin as he can.]

I'd like to see what you - Louis...

[The gentle kisses are soft and sweet, but it's his teeth getting involved that makes her shudder. It's a shame that the marks won't last into the real world, but she wants him to be able to see his handiwork clearly.]

You can bite if you want to, I can take it-

- Your breasts? Something so soft...?
No.

[Said with a quiet, dark little chuckle in his voice, even shaking his head. And he moves a bit, stretching over her a little more and settling his forearms against the bedding, next.]

Not those, not something so delicate. But maybe...

- Here.

[That's all the warning she gets before he truly does sink his teeth into her - his mouth wrapped around her collarbone as he bites into it, the familiar taste of her blood flooding his mouth and pulling a groan from him.
He's quick to let go again, lapping at the wounds once or twice... before moving to do it a second time, higher up by her shoulder.]

Fuck-

[The pain heightens the pleasure, or maybe the other way around, or both. Evangeline squeezes her thighs around his leg, hands going up to tangle in his hair again.]

Like that, mark me, claim me, devour me-

[Both of his arms wrap around her, now, to hold her as close as he can; leaning in to sink his teeth into her shoulder, next, just for the sake of it.
Even leaving the wound to bleed, ignoring it to instead drag his tongue over the side of her neck... leaning up by her ear as he mutters -]

You don't truly want me to do that... do you? It may be a dream, but...

[Don't, Evangeline. For your sake, don't.]

[She has to actually think about that in silence for a few moments.]

...Maybe another time? I'll consider it.

...

[He moves, then, so he can cup her face and tilt her head for a kiss.
One that's soft and warm with a smile, just for her.]

You don't even have to do that if you don't wish to. I'm happy to spend time with you, regardless; you know that.
For now...

... Would you like to leave a few marks on me, instead?
This is a dream, after all; no need to worry about the toxins in my blood whatsoever. If you even wish to go that far in the first place.

[Evangeline would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to hear that, at least a little.]

Oh, I'd love to! And I can make sure you don't heal right up.

[She also wants to see him marked up, it goes both ways.]

[And that relief is exactly why he said what he did! He'd rather she not think about it at all if she doesn't want to.

But he'll nod, then, and move to sit up once more - just so he can take off his bow and his turtleneck, depositing one on his nightstand (out of habit) and the other haphazardly to the floor.
And with that, he opens his arms for her, giving her a big, bright smile.]

Come, then - leave your marks upon me, as much as you please!
I'm all yours, Ol Siaion.

[Don't mind if she does!

She pushes him onto his back and begins to litter his neck and chest with marks. Sucking hickeys against his collarbone, leaving love bites on his neck, dotting his skin with marks until he's absolutely covered in them. No patch of skin should be left untouched.]

[Oh - somehow he wasn't expecting to receive that enthusiasm of hers in spades, but that's exactly what he gets!
At first, he's just chuckling a little over how excited she seems to be by the opportunity... but soon enough, every little hickey gets him to squirm, every little bite pulling either a hiss or a moan through his teeth -

By the time she's done, he's a panting little mess, looking up at her wide-eyed as he lays there and takes in just how much his skin stings.

...

It's a sensation that is, of course, getting a big, twitchy grin out of him. The kind where he's thinking things.
And then, batting his lashes up at her...]

... Have I ever told you how sensitive my thighs are?

No, but you should have.

[Hint taken, she slides further down, pulling his pants off him to start leaving hickeys on his inner thighs. They're excellent thighs, they deserve to be marked up.]

[And that's something he appreciates about her, honestly - she wastes no time to get to things, picking up his hints with ease!
Which means he's obviously doing his best not to wrap his thighs around her head while she's down there peppering them in bright, glowing-orange little marks, instead settling his hands in her hair and gripping a nice handful of it.]

Fuck, Evangeline - you... really aren't one who needs to be told twice, are you?

[Man. He's obviously already hard - it would be a miracle if he somehow wasn't - but still.
If he wasn't, he sure as hell would be, now.]

And hesitate to mark up your pretty thighs? Never.

[The gentlest of love bites. It’s times like this she’s glad her human teeth are blunt.]

[She may be glad for that, but honestly, he kind of wishes they weren't -
But it still gets a little groan from him, the hand in her hair gripping a little tighter before loosening its grip again.]

W-well... of course - it... would be foolish, turning down such an opportunity... wouldn't it?
But, ah... those aren't the only thing sensitive there, you know...

[Honestly? She could put her mouth on him anywhere and he'd be happy with it. He's not even sure what he's insinuating - blowing him, maybe?
Whatever! She gets artistic liberty, here.]

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"pan does he really say *brassiere* of all things" yeah. unfortunately.

yeah he would

unfortunately for all!

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"pan does he really say brassiere of all things" yeah. unfortunately.