lucetilogs | Event Log - Malnosso World

Well, I wasn't denying that part.

[He picks up a flicker of reaction on her face, there and gone again so quickly he could have imagined it. But he didn't think he had. So he purposefully kept things light and fun as he bowed and then offered her his arm with a gallant flourish.]

Your swan-boat-thing awaits, milady. Shall we?

[She glances at the strange boat bobbing in the water as it waits to be filled and then glances at the offered arm.]

How gallant of you. [She smirks at him before curtsying in return and accepting his arm. Another chuckle and she steps into the boat] Good sir?

"Nope, that'd be lies and slander," he quipped as he escorted her towards the boat. "I am not at all good."

She takes her seat. Her lips quirk to the side for a moment in a pleased little grin. There's something to be said about those non-goody-two-shoes.

"Then what are you?"

"Shouldn't you have found that out before you agreed to hop in the love boat with me?" he smirks as he hops down to sit beside her, stretching his arm out along the seat behind her.

Kate shrugs, leaning back in the seat.

"I'm a superhero back home. It means I like to live dangerously."

"Oh yeah?" He looks fascinated by this, because he's heard there are superheroes here, but he's not sure he's met them, or seen them from anything more than a distance. Not that he'd been purposefully asking - superheroes seemed more Sam's deal than anything. Unless someone walked up to him in a Batman costume, he'd be none the wiser.

"What can you do? Fly the earth backwards in time? Shoot lightning out of your eyes? WAIT, do you have Xray vision? Should I be scandalized?"

Ohmigod, did he really just ask that? He did, didn't he? A quick glance away from the tunnel surroundings and towards him confirms it. Somehow, Kate manages to resist leaning her forehead against her palm.

Seriously, dealing with annoying guys ought to be a superpower all its own sometimes.

"I don't have a superpower. I'm just really good at what I do."

"So no X-ray vision then? Damn. You got my hopes up for a minute there." He's teasing her because he can. Besides, learning what buttons to push to make her all flustered and exasperated was proving entertaining. It was probably also his superpower.

"The archery thing though, right?"

Kate nods, grinning at him. Huh. Who knew he could be so perceptive sometimes? She winks at him, flicking her index finger and thumb at him as if she's aiming a gun.

"Who knew you had a brain?"

He glances around furtively before playfully clapping his hand over her mouth. "Shhh, not so loud! What're you trying to do, ruin my reputation?"

She's not exactly certain what comes over her. In the midst of dimming lights, cheesy music, and cherubic cupids dancing in the tunnel around them, Kate doesn't attempt to shove his hand off of her mouth. Instead, her tongue sticks out between her lips to tickle his palm as she giggles.

His mouth drops open at that, giving her a surprised look with a narrowed darkening gaze and then he smirks, leaning in closer, although he hasn't moved his hand away just yet.

"That? Is cheating."

Is it? She doesn't think it's cheating. If anything, it's fair play. The sort of fair play that just so happens to have the added bonus of watching his eyes darken in a way that totally turns her on.

His hand still muffles her mouth which means she can't respond. But she can lick his hand again before taking it into her own and slowly nibble on each finger.

Okay that? That is definitely cheating. And entirely unfair. And he's not really thinking about the fact that they're supposed to be on a ride here and that beforehand, this might have made no sense, because that is a challenge if he's ever seen one and he happens to be inordinately fond of challenges. Which is why he watches her with a dark gaze as she nibbles on his fingertips before he leans in to interrupt her, claiming her lips in a suddenly hungry kiss.

This was brilliant. Why hadn't they tried this earlier?

Wow, who would have known it'd be this easy to get Simon to shut up? Some part of her brain, a small part all the way in the recesses of her skull, says that there's a reason she hasn't tried this before. But she ignores it. Because he's looking at her like that and then-

Oh, this is good. This is very, very good.

She shifts in the seat, boat rocking in response, so she can kiss him back better. Kate lets go of his hand to dig fingers into his hair. God, he tastes good. And feels good. There's no hesitation about deepening the kiss, more than eager to meet his challenge.

He steadies the boat in instinctive reaction, because the last thing he wants is to accidentally interrupt this with an unscheduled dunking. But even her shift hasn't brought her close enough and he shifts to face her, tugging her closer still. Her fingers in his hair gets a muffled groan from him, a shudder slipping down his spine when her nails rake against his scalp. His lips part and his tongue teases against her lips as his arms wrap around her, one hand sliding up her spine, fingers splayed.

As soon as she feels his arm wrap around her, hand flat against her spine, she finds herself shivering. It's nice to be engaging in this kind of activity. Even better to be wanting it. She doesn't stop to think about how out of the blue it all is. Instead, her mouth opens to his teasing tongue as she continues to kiss him back, her own flickering out to coax him in. Her nails dig in deeper against the skin as she moves again, this time to straddle his lap.

There. So much better.

That definitely gets a groan out of him because yes, that's perfect really, she's obviously a genius and he endeavors to communicate that as he drags her snug against his chest. One hand remains splayed against her back while the other slides up, tangling in her dark hair and tugging her closer, changing the angle so he can deepen the kiss, tasting her, exploring at her invitation.

Obviously a genius. And always appreciative of frequent reminders.

Being this close, chest pressed up against his own, gets a moan out of her as well. It doesn't matter that there's a boat somewhere in front of them and a boat somewhere behind. She knows what she wants. And Kate Bishop is entirely too used to getting her way.

One hand slips from his hair, running down his arms, fingering the lean muscles in place. He has a spry body, a runner's body. It's the sort, she suspects, that she can't help but admire. Or want to touch all over.

Ones he's happy to currently give her as he drags her close, shifts against her impatiently in the seat. Which is far from comfortable and not exactly the ideal spot for this, although it's all they've got at the moment, so he'll make the best of it. The ride's dark enough that it's granted them a relative span of privacy as they drift through... whatever's surrounding them. Simon hasn't paid any attention to it, honestly. The girl in his lap is much more interesting.

Her hands are exploring and he takes that as unspoken permission for his to do a little of the same, hands sliding up and down her spine, coaxing and soothing and fulfilling the need to touch. Except one time as his hand drops low over the small of her back, he lingers there, letting his fingers slip teasingly beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing lightly against the warm skin he finds underneath.

Even in the lust-filled haze, she flinches a little at the touch of hands against her skin. It's a strange sort of mix of emotions that run through her: surprise, revulsion, shame, anger, lust. She hasn't had a man touch her like this in a long time. Shift-caused romances not included. Things never went all that far with Eli. And since, Kate had just decided it'd be easier not to bother.

But she's come a long, long way from being that broken fourteen year old girl, hasn't she? These are things she ought to want. Does want. She just needs to be brave enough to take them.

Kate pauses in the kiss to reach for one of the hands on her back. Her eyes meet his in the dark tunnel, quietly asking him not to say a word. She doesn't make him break contact with her skin and instead drags it forward to her stomach and upward. The fear welling up inside of her threatens to spill forward. Maybe she should stop. But instead, she moves his hand upward until he's cupping one breast over her bra.

Oh god. She's really doing this, isn't she? And, more than that, it actually feels good.

He feels the flinch and that's enough to cause him to go still, because that hadn't been the reaction he'd been looking for and his mouth is already opening when she gives him that look and he quickly snaps his mouth shut again. Instead he just watches her, his eyes dark and intent as she maneuvers him, letting her do what she wanted, more than happy to capitulate in this. His eyebrows wing upwards when she doesn't pull his hand away, but drags it upwards instead, coming to rest over soft curves and the smooth slide of fabric and lace.

His mouth goes dry and he holds her gaze, sitting all too still now, breath catching, the sound ragged in his own ears. He moves slowly, projecting his movements before he makes them, and doesn't move his hand away. Instead, as he leans in to kiss her again, slower now, he lets his thumb move, circling slowly against hidden sensitivity, touch both tentative and teasing.

She giggles a little at his reaction and then immediately gasps as soon as his thumb starts to move. Is there music playing around them? Because she's having a hard time hearing anything beyond her pounding heart and his ragged breathing. Because oh my god, she had no idea whatsoever that this could feel so good.

Her wings flutter in anticipation and she kisses him back harder. There's little hesitation now. Kate arches against his hand and moans, a breathy little desperate gasp of pleasure. More, her body seems to scream. More.

He gives it, lets his other hand join the first, each cupping against the satin fabric and coarse lace as he teases her, mouth swallowing down those moans and soft sounds she gives him, taking them as encouragement. He kisses her deep, hungry, giving her everything she's demanding, even though he's careful about it, oh-so-careful, never once slipping to push past what she's permitted him, not yet. Although he gives her everything else, loving the way she arches into the touch. He catches sight of the movement of her wings behind her and even that makes him smile as he nips lightly at her lips, presses thumb and forefinger together in a light, teasing pinch.

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