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( open ) give me land, lots of land under starry skies above

who: Owen Grady & YOU!
what: a general catch-all for the month of August, including a zoo prompt and fun times beyond the walls, among other things
when: August
where: various places, in the Quarantine + beyond the walls
warnings: nudity and sexual content in one thread

I ▹ THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT

[ Having vast experience with dealing with some of the deadliest (if supposedly extinct) animals who walked the Earth has proven to be pretty helpful at his new job. Most of the animals at the zoo are pretty tame by comparison, but still Owen's not so stupid that he'll underestimate any of them— even the supposedly friendlier and more harmless ones.

He gets to work with various animals here, so it'll be easy to run into him doing a myriad of tasks, whether it's mucking up enclosures or feeding animals. He has a little more in-depth interaction with some of the animals, such as the ostrich-looking birds, tall and bulky, with long strong legs that could probably kill a guy with a well-aimed kick. Or at least break a lot of bones.

They don't seem intent on attacking Owen, but seem to be very interested in the bag of treats he's carrying, following him around the enclosure and trying to poke their big beaks into the bag. Owen doesn't seem particularly scared, swatting a hand at their heads as he pulls the bag away. ] Hey! Don't be an asshole. There's plenty for everyone.

[ Or, for a more exciting experience, come by the reptile area and see him attempting to help the alligators as they suffer through the intense heat during hotter days. He's pretty sweaty himself, shirt sticking to his back and all, but he doesn't seem to be too worried about that. The alligators barely seem interested in moving, but Owen tries to goad them into eating some meat, throwing large pieces at them, hosing them down with cool water even as they lay down in the shade. Big jaws there, and big teeth too, but Owen isn't overly concerned even when they open their mouths in his general direction. It's too hot, and he'd put up too much of a fight. Not worth the trouble. ]

II ▹ MAN IN THE WILDERNESS

[ Other than the zoo, it's beyond the walls that Owen spends most of his time. He likes it out here a lot, despite the various warnings of the dangers. He's taken Loki's offer a number of times and has been spending some nights at his cavern near a creek, which is where he goes to bathe. He might be in the wild but that's no excuse to stink up the place.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time exploring the forest, walking along the river, climbing up trees here and there to get a better view. He's excited to meet any wild creature out here, whether or not they're supposedly dangerous, and he also trudges through the forest collecting various small lizards, all perched up on his shoulders or tucked into his pockets. He's making friends, okay. ]

III ▹ WILDCARD

[ Despite enjoying the wilderness most of all, he doesn't turn into a complete hermit either. He can be found around the Quarantine often, whether he's looking for supplies for camping or for the animals at the zoo, or a place to have a nice cold drink. He also needs some new clothes so he'll be looking into that— light and comfortable pieces he can wear while out in the wild, preferably.

He also still has his room in communal housing, and he stays there sometimes too, so he's not exactly a complete stranger to the other residents there, nor is he the unsociable and unfriendly type. He likes having his own space, but he also enjoys good company at times. ]

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[ Yeah, modesty's out the window at this point, he's fairly sure. But he doesn't mind her touching him (or not touching, as it happens), so she can leave that hand there as long as she wants, he won't complain.

He huffs and laughs at her tone, canting his head. ]

Felt like they were the ones wrangling me, sometimes. [ He adds then, with a twitch to his smile. ] I can be adventurous in plenty different ways, though.

[ Even if, admittedly, raptor wrangling has to be at the top of that list. This place might offer some new and exciting contenders, though, what with magic and superpowers being so commonplace for a lot of the people here.

He leans in just a hint, chest pressing back against that hand, tipping his head pointedly at her. ]

Looks like you might have to come up with another plan.

[Rogue can't help but smile a bit more fondly at that mental image.]

They tend to do that. [Though it's far more impressive considering the fact that he's not touting any magic or superpowers that she's aware.] How many were in your pack?

[She hums at his next statement and it almost sounds like an agreement, if only because he agreed to go flying with her. Still, she doesn't miss the innuendo, and of course she has to challenge that, tilting her head opposite of his as he leans closer.] Ah suppose you'll have to show me sometime.

[Her fingers curl just slightly against his chest, sliding a bit lower, still with the shirt between them. Instead of moving back, she holds her ground, watching him with a challenging confidence.]

You don't happen to have a shirt ah could borrow, hm?

Four. [ He doesn't get into a lot of detail, even if he wouldn't mind if asked. It's just still a little sore for him, even after two years. He misses them— misses Blue, most of all, though he wouldn't readily admit that out loud.

But yeah, none of them were particularly gentle with him, except for Blue. She could be gentle sometimes, only with him, which honestly would never cease to be amazing to him. ]

Or maybe you will.

[ He winks at her. Yes, he has some nerve. But hey, she started this whole teasing back and forth, and he's not gonna be the one pulling back. He matches her challenging look, keeping close enough to her that they're both very much on each other's personal space. ]

I think I can lend you mine, if you want.

[ Not that he'd mind if she went without, but. Sure, he'll be a gentleman. (As much of a gentleman as he's capable of being.) ]

[Rogue picks up on the sadness, and while she wants to know more, Rogue hesitates to push the subject right now. Maybe later, when she's possibly wearing clothes and eating hot food. She's definitely curious about the man who trained a pack of velociraptors.]

Ah agreed to fly you 'round.

[She points out playfully with a soft chuckle as he winks, and she shakes her head, having half a mind to take him skyward in nothing but his birthday suit. Except she's in a similar condition.]

That'd be terribly kind of you sugah.

[It's drawled low, sultry like any well to do southern woman would counter, knowing just how much to play with fire before letting go. Except, Rogue's finding that she doesn't want to let go, or even put space back between them. Though, her hand against him does relax, just enough so that she can try and put that shirt on the rocks behind him.]

You hungry yet?

There. Should prove to be one hell of an adventure.

[ For him? No doubt. He's flown before, sure— on airplanes, helicopters, the like. But never by any other means, and while he has parachuted off a couple planes, actually being taken up there and flying around thanks to some superpower she has will definitely be a brand new and exciting experience. ]

Consider it yours, then.

[ Not literally hers, obviously. Although honestly she can keep it if she wants to. All his shirts are old and worn and— he's just hoping the one he brought with him today doesn't stink or anything. Way to ruin his image. ]

Mm... I could eat. [ With little thought, his hand rests on her wrist, a touch barely there as he starts moving to turn around and get out of the water. He does need to put something on too, his trousers if nothing else. ] Come on.

Ah'll stand corrected, then. [She teases back, not about to give him preemptive credit for the adventure.

Literally hers. No take backs, unless it's stinky and dirty, then he can most definitely have that back, please and thank you.]

Could you now? [There's a double meaning in the tone of her voice, eyebrow lifting and lip curling into a more devious smirk.

That all changes when he touches her wrist. Her immediate reaction is to brace herself for the flood of memories and emotions while also jerking he hand back, and it probably looks more as though she's horrified than anything. A gasp leaves her lips and her expression shifts to confusion as she stares down at her wrist, dumbfounded for a moment before panic swells into her chest.

Her touch. Her powers. A million thoughts slam into her and her previously confident and calm demeanor vanishes in favor of someone clearly on the brink of a panic attack. Her shirt's still clutched in the hand against his chest as she tries to manage her breathing, tries to get back to a coherent state of mind.]

Nothin' happened? [She stares down at her wrist where she can still feel the heat of his touch, brow furrowing in disbelief.]

[ He's about to answer in kind to that teasing tone in her words, when suddenly she's jerking away from his touch, so abruptly and almost roughly that Owen nearly startles. His immediate reaction is to lift both his hands up in a placating gesture, a show that he really wasn't planning on putting them anywhere else.

Because that's what he figures is happening right now, that she thought he was trying to get handsy or something, and that really isn't the case at all. ]

Of course it didn't. [ Nope, see, not groping her or anything. He does still feel guilty because somehow, it seems like he's managed to send her into a mild panic attack. ] Look— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I wasn't even thinking about it. I know you're just teasing, I swear I wasn't trying for anything.

[He speaks and it grounds her, reminding her that she's not the only one that's having a now weird experience. When he tries to move, her hand on his chest pushes back gently enough, but with enough force to keep him situated as she's shaking her head.]

Ah'm sorry. You did nothin' wrong really ah just... [Her gaze lifts to his face, the confusion and fear mixing with genuine apology.] Ah got powers that usually... Well, react dangerously to skin on skin contact.

[Which means she's been playing with fire without being entirely honest with him, but to be honest, up until that moment has been exciting and fun. It also the reason the shirt's there and she didn't make any sort of other moves on him. She takes a deep, settling breath before cautiously reaching out and smoothing her fingertips of her free hand along the side of his torso. Her attention focuses on his expression, curious and wary as she tests the waters.

When nothing happens, she shifts her focus into pulling on his energy, tugging in particular for memories about the four dinosaurs he'd mentioned, his pack. That should be safe enough, right? It's noninvasive as far as her power's concerned, and he feels nothing negative, but he might feel those memories more as the pop up out of the blue.]

[ Her explanation at least does make more sense, though he doesn’t flinch from her touch after hearing that. He did touch her before and nothing bad happened after all, so he doesn’t really think anything will happen now.

Tension only creeps up when she starts tugging at his memories. It’s faint but he notices, memories of baby Blue nuzzling against him, showing concern when Owen looks curled up and cowering, acting as though he’s hurt or afraid. He’s straightening up soon after, holding his hands out to show her that he’s fine, smiling at her.

“I’m okay! See? It’s okay.”

He’s scratching Blue’s chin in return, and she tilts her head contentedly against the petting, eyes closed. It’s about then that Owen reaches for her wrist again, frowning. ]

How are you doing that?

[ Or more importantly, why. ]

Edited 2018-09-06 11:57 (UTC)

[Rogue's very relieved that he doesn't flinch away from her touch, that the sharp rejection she expects never actually happens. Nothing really excuses her to carefully dig into his memories without consent, but she needs to know if she's lost her mutation or she's somehow gained control over it without her knowing. She'd been avoiding skin on skin contact since the kidnappings, so something could have definitely happened since then. She just... Doesn't know what exactly.

Tears well in her eyes when she feels that familiar pull of her power, smile curling onto her features even before she loses herself in his memory, in her power functioning as she wills it rather than with the force of an untamed disaster. Seeing Owen with his pack as children moves her further, the tears she's been holding back falling hot down her cheek as her smile grows.

His hand on her wrist breaks the spell, and it takes her a few moments to return back to present.]

It's mah power, ah haven't had control of it since...

[Since she absorbed everyone superhero on Earth's powers to save Earth. Since Wanda couldn't remove Simon from her head. Too long is the answer. Too much of her life has been spent without control of her own mutation. She glances down to stare at the hand he's captured.]

Most of mah life since ah was a teenager. [She pauses, still a bit overwhelmed. This explanation is mostly autopilot at this point.] Ah absorb life energy an' without control it just happens on contact. Ah get everythin'. Powers, skills, memories, an' physical traits sometimes. Usually in a rush, an' ah can take too much.

[She can take it all. Her eyes lift to his, deeply apologetic.]

Ah'm sorry ah didn't ask before ah took. Ah- Ah had to make sure ah hadn't lost me.

[ Owen's hold on her arm eases, particularly when he feels that she's no longer trying to get more memories out of him. It's not that he minds talking about it, about the work he did at the park, but it's something else entirely to have someone dig up the memories of the experiences he's had there.

Most days, he tells himself it's fine. He doesn't care, he doesn't miss his pack— doesn't miss Blue most of all. Some days he even believes it. It's a little harder to do so when stirring those memories has him looking as though his mood has just sank like a deadweight. ]

It's fine. [ He presses his lips. Well, it's not fine, but he's not too upset about it. ] I get it.

[ Maybe not completely, but he understands why she felt the need to do that. To make sure her powers are still there, still working. And frankly, between taking a peek at one of the nicest memories he has and sucking the life out of him, he'll gladly go with the former.

He rests his hand on her shoulder instead, since that's fine now. Well, unless it's a little too up close and personal for her, but he thinks she'll be the first to tell him if that's the case. ]

You're alright though, right? Everything's... there?

[ He really doesn't know how else to put it, but she'll understand, he figures. ]

[He might tell himself one thing, but they both know the truth now. She's certainly glad she has the control to only pull those memories and not the tidal wave of everything at once. Even with his hand around her wrist, her fingers instinctively start to reach for him, to comfort him from the ache of lost loved ones she feels deep in her chest from him.

His statement brings her to the present, and she shakes her head.]

No. [She insists softly, her expression intensely apologetic and focused on him.] It's not. [And she holds his gaze with hers for emphasis before continuing.] But thank you, for understandin'.

[Her breath catches in apprehension as he reaches out to touch her, exhaling both the breath and the heavy weight of fear from her chest, relaxing visibly against his touch as though it's forgiveness in it of itself.

Instead of shying away from it, she leans into and blinks back those heavy tears again, her own this time. It's been since the kidnappings since she's touched someone properly, and Remy disappeared before... This or the dampener. It's quite a bit for her to emotionally process, but her right hand joins the other on his chest, tentatively at first, sliding fingertips along his chest before pressing the full splay of it against him with a shaky sigh.

Her eyes close at his question, and she nods once, hesitates, then shakes her head as she keeps trying to calm her breath. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and full of rough emotion she's managing herself.]

Ah've missed this. An' ah feel guilty for wantin' more.

[ To anyone looking from the outside, this would undoubtedly look kinda weird. Touching each other, not particularly suggestive and with just a trace of tentative awkwardness, as though they've never gotten to touch another human before. At least she has a good reason. Owen doesn't really know why his hand doesn't drop from her shoulder, why he keeps brushing his thumb in gentle circles against the nook below the edge of her collarbone. ]

Don't mention it.

[ He smiles vaguely, eyes dropping to her hands on his chest. He can't really imagine what it's been like, to her. Anyone would probably feel touch starved in her place, and just as eager and greedy for more contact of any kind.

Still, he can't help teasing her a little, lips quirking into a crooked curve. ]

Please, don't let me stop you. You can touch me as much as you want.

[Rogue's used to ending up in strange situations and appearing weird, but this is definitely a new one. Luckily, she's quick to adapt, though she definitely will need time to reflect and digest everything later. Until then, she's going to act on instinct and need now that her apology's been thoroughly accepted per her own personal standards.

While she's very much a swirl of heavy emotions, the mutant focuses on him and more pointedly, how his skin feels bare and warm against her own. Her eyes lid as his thumb brushes over that sensitive crook, a soft hum rumbling at the back of her throat as she tilts her head just enough to expose more neck, a silent invitation. Her own hand on his chest smooths up and she exhales slowly and with a bit more heaviness at his words, her mind wandering as her eyes blink closed, her own smirk nudging over her lips.]

As much as ah want, hm? [It sounds more like a promise than a question, and her eyes open to catch his, taking his measure. It's then she remembers the t-shirt's still in her hand and very much in the way of that, so she grips it and with less care that her body will touch his, both leans dangerously close to him and floats a bit higher so she can toss the cloth on the rock behind him.

Don't mind her taking the opportunity to trail those fingertips up along his neck to his jaw. It's been a while, and she's taking exploratory delight in the strong feel of him.] You have permission to touch me, too. If you'd like.

[ Owen watches the way she reacts to his touch with a faint smile playing across his lips. This is turning out to be a very pleasant surprise, he has to admit. Now that she's not really trying to get anything out of him through touch, that she's just exploring his skin for the sake of it, he feels far more comfortable and at ease, and more willing to let her keep going.

And when she gives him permission to touch more, he happily takes that and runs with it. His hand trails farther up to her neck, thumb brushing over her throat, tracing along her jaw.

He steps closer too, inviting her hands to continue their exploration, more than glad if she decides she wants to touch more of him. He tips his head down for now, though, so she can reach as high up as she can. His other hand reaches around her instead, fingertips brushing lightly over the skin of her back, going all the way up to her shoulder blade before sliding back down again. Maybe going a little lower than where he started.

The thumb on her face smoothes across her lower lip, slowing to a near halt. ] We can stop at any time— if you want.

[This is the most vulnerable she's been with another person beyond Remy since the kidnappings, where sleep deprecation and hallucinations were the least of their abuses. It might just be exploratory touching, but she's been quite guarded since that loss. Today, she's laid herself bare in more ways than the literal one, and it's far more cathartic than she expected.

At his ghost of a smile, she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, harking back to all that confident teasing they threw at one another earlier. She might be extremely sensitive to touch, but she's definitely still that sassy woman. Like a cat, she moves with his touch along her neck and jaw, tilting subtly this way and that to allow his warm hands access. Her pulse has ticked upwards, her body warmer to the touch as the hand along his jaw slides back along his neck before curving around to the base of his skull and into his hair, fingers tightening in it to keep him close.

That hand on her back earns an arching squirm and soft noise of approval, enjoying the feel of his work worn hands against her soft skin, and the hand on his chest smooths around to his side so she too can step closer in response to his comment, touch trailing down to his hip underwater.]

If you can't handle anymore. [She parts her lips and swipes the tip of her tongue across his thumb pad as she watches him, eyes back to confident and suggestive of a challenge. Among other things.] Ah can stop.

[ Owen sucks in a quiet breath when she arches closer, and he's infinitely more pleased than he thought he would be that this is the reaction that his touch gets. He's certainly not about to stop now, and he presses his palm more firmly to the small of her back, drawing her closer, enough that their bodies are a hair's width away from being pressed flush against each other.

His eyes fall to her lips, that flash of tongue darting across the tip of his thumb, and he finds himself licking at his own lips. He bends his thumb slightly, pressing the pad against her tongue, then dragging her lower lip down just a little. ]

Wouldn't dream of asking you to. [ He says warmly, smiles almost distractedly, head tilting enough that his lips ghost hers. Not quite a kiss yet, but close enough to an invitation, or a request, staying close enough that he can feel the taste of her breath on his tongue. ]

Oh? [She questions in a low voice as he firmly pulls her closer. It's certainly not a complaint by any means, and she continues smirking even as his thumb hooks her. Now that she's able to feel the heat radiate from his not quite against her skin, Rogue's beyond tempted to close the distance of their bodies prematurely, to even so much as delicately brush her nipples against his chest. But she doesn't. Not yet.

She's aware she could easily become overstimulated, but more importantly, the art of the long, touchless tease's her specialty. When Owen licks his lips, he appears hungry, which pleases her more than she expects. What he's seen, experienced, Rogue's more affected by his positive reactions than she probably should allow, but she feels good under his touch and in his presence. Who's she to look a gift-horse in the mouth and complain?

His statement's just right, as is his subtle request for permission, an invitation to partake rather than her just taking.]

Clever boy. [She murmurs low, with a hint of a chuckle as her fingers tighten in his hair and she nudges his mouth against hers to close the distance formally. The contact, languid and soft because for once, she can take her time, Rogue flutters her eyes closed and simply enjoys the feel and taste of him.]

[ There's a weird kind of delight when she calls him that. It's mostly a tease, he knows, but it still pleases him to hear it. It doesn't distract him from everything else going on, though, because much more than anything else that Rogue might've said, he really likes the way she feels close to him, how she nearly arches closer— when she presses her lips to his.

He barely manages a muffled hum before he's pressing back, head tilting to the side to slot their mouths together. The hand on her face moves to cup her jaw, while the fingers of his other hand curl into flesh and pull her in closer, this time pressing her flush to him. It's not like there's any real reason for them to keep that distance now anyway, not unless either of them minded that level of proximity, and clearly that's not the case.

Never mind that things are unlikely to stay tame for long when they're that close while naked and kissing. Owen couldn't care less; his attraction for her isn't exactly a secret at this point, and whatever way his body reacts can't be much of a surprise to Rogue. ]

[It's a tease, but there's definitely a lilt of affection in her sass, something he's earned after being so sassy and understanding. It's clearly not the focus of her attention either, not with how she welcomes the full press of his body as though she craves it, and indeed she groans low into his mouth at the delicious feel of such a large, intimate connection of skin against skin. He might be a normal human, but he's a functionally strong man, barrel chested and most definitely sturdy, all traits that she finds attractive for more reasons than how they feel pinning her to him, the strength of her own muscles beneath her curves easy to feel.

Her hand on his hip slides slowly and perhaps a bit possessively to his lower back, pressing and dragging fingers on either side of his spine with a light rumble of delight when she discovers his back dimples. There may even be a quirk of a smile as they kiss, following his lead for the most part, though she does neatly catch his tongue with hers in playfully timed swipes.

While she's not thinking too far ahead of this moment, she's not planning on pulling away from him, or any reactions to their choices, anytime soon.]

[ He obviously welcomes the closeness between them, more pleased the closer they get to each other. His arm's firm around her, even though he knows she could easily pull away from it, but he has a feeling that she doesn't want to. She's enjoying the proximity as much as he is, if not even more so, and he's all too glad to provide as much skin contact as she wants.

His lips part, a natural transition into a deeper kiss, tongue moving back and pressing against hers, responding to every brush with eager intensity. His fingers curl into her hair, sift through the strands, purring softly as he cradles the back of her head and keeps her close, his back arching when her fingertips trace over the sensitive skin at the small of his back. His other hand slides lower, tracing over the curve of her ass and grabbing a decent handful before giving it a slow, testing grope, pressing her closer in the process.

The petting's bound to get a little heavier at this point, but given that he has permission and she hardly seems to mind in the least, he's unlikely to stop unless she tells him to. ]

[After emotionally holding herself up for these past couple months, hiding from others and mourning her losses, the feeling that he unequivocally has her in hand warmly bolsters her. Regardless of the fact that she can easily take care of herself, sometimes it's nice to be able to relax into the strength of someone else's arms, be it a friendly embrace or something far less family friendly. It's selfish and greedy, but she doesn't want to leave it, or the slick heat of him against her, quite yet.

She welcomes his tongue with a soft groan of her own, her movements maintaining that savoring tempo even as the intensity escalates to match his own. As tempting as the path to grabbing his ass sounds, her fingertips reach down to trail teasingly along the top curve before shifting course to move back around his side to grip his hip and grind her ever so slightly against her.

As he grabs her ass, a growl rumbles in her chest and she pulls back enough to capture his lower lip in her teeth and tug, grinning with her heated and playful eyes. She sighs as she released his lip, stealing another lingering kiss before deciding to blaze a slow, devious trail of nibbles and kisses along his jaw, then along the crook of his neck. At this point, her breath is roughened and hot against his skin, her body clearly reacting favorable to him and their touching.]

An' here ah thought you were hungry sugah. [Her drawl's thicker in that taunt, and she drags her tongue along his pulse before nipping at it with a pleased exhale.]

[ Selfish, greedy, whatever her reasons are for wanting to stay close, he's not exactly objecting. He's enjoying it just as much after all, and taking advantage of this moment in his own way.

He nearly chokes on a breath when her body arches and he feels the full press of her hips and torso grinding against him, his own hand gripping tighter and his hips shifting ever so slightly to push back against her, the beginnings of an arousal undoubtedly making itself known while pressed against the taut muscles of her navel.

The kiss breaks with an audible sigh from him. His eyes close and his head tips back and to the side, exposing as much of his neck as he can when she starts exploring it with her mouth. His hand smoothes down from her hair, tracing along her neck and collarbone, palm brushing over the swell of her breast.

He tips his head forward again, just so he can brush his lips against her ear, breath warm against the shell. There's a trace of teasing to his tone, heavy and rough and laced with arousal. ] Maybe I'm just hungry for something else.

[That reaction not only earns a self-satisfied grin from her, but a happy noise of her own, as though approving the way his body's reacting to her own. Her eyelids lower and there's a shudder that runs through her own body when she feels him pressing and growing against her stomach. There's an edge of anxiety curling in there too, but either she doesn't notice or she's actively shoving it away in favor of the good feelings. Likely a bit of both.

It's evident that she's trying not to be too rough with him, to balance her desire to run wild with her urges, to shove him against the rock and be less gentle, with the ones to savor the touch and thoroughly take her time in this opportunity. The difference is split as she offers him a mixture of kisses and drags of her teeth, the latter followed by soothing swipes of her tongue as she moves down along the underside of his jaw and to his neck, finding his pulse point and lingering her attentions there. All while her own body's moving to accommodate him so she can glean more physical attentions.

The thickness of his own voice rumbling against her ear sends a shiver of heat down her spine and between her thighs as she groans through an exhale. It also gives her slight pause as she ruminates on the options, on the thought of his lips and mouth further south. The way his facial hair would feel against her sensitive skin.

Yes, please and thank you.]

An' what, exactly, might that be?

[There is that conveniently placed rock behind him, after all.]

[ She could probably be rougher and he wouldn't complain. He's just an average human, granted, but he is pretty sturdy, and there's a lot that he can take, and a lot that he would likely enjoy. Still, he appreciates their current pace, and he likes the little playful gestures on her end— a bite followed by a lick, or a gentle suck over the same spot, soothing.

He closes his eyes when she speaks again, pondering. He remembers, and he can also feel, that rock right behind him. It does offer a lot of possibilities, provided that she's amenable to it. ]

Mm, I have some ideas...

[ He breathes out with a purr as his hold on her shifts purposefully, and he turns them around so she's the one against the rock. He's barely pressing her against it, though, not wanting to hurt her, as his lips promptly start on a journey down her neck and shoulder, nipping and licking along the same path that she's followed on his own neck.

His hands settle on her waist, holding her firmly, and ready to help her up onto the rock if she wants his mouth going anywhere lower than her collarbone. Not that she'd need that push, but— still. ]

( open ) give me land, lots of land under starry skies above

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slaps on an nsfw warning (before I forget...)

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