lucetilogs | Event Log - Malnosso World

She bucks against him when he pinches a nipple, her body acting on instinct rather than anything in her control. Oh god, that's good. He's good. Kate finds herself moaning again, not at all caring who hears them. It's the Tunnel of freaking Love. Make-out sessions are to be expected.

Her own hands start to wander, trusting him to continue their ministrations. One hand snakes its way back into his hair, holding his head in place as she entangles her tongue with his. The other slips further down to stroke the soft feathers of his wings.

Simon's been around enough to know what he's doing in situations like this, and he can read her cues easily enough. He indulges them both, continuing his own exploring and teasing as he swallows the moans and ragged whimpers he drags from her lips. He craves more of those, memorizes everything that creates them, taking note of what she likes and what she really likes.

When her hands start to explore, he gives voice to his own encouragement, enjoying the way she holds him in place by his hair. It's not until her fingertips brush against his wings that he jolts in surprise, a deep shudder slipping down his spine as goosebumps shiver along flushed skin. Because he'd known they were sensitive - after how tender and aching they'd been when he first arrived, how could he forget? - but that... that was unexpected. And sort of amazing. And why hadn't he tried this whole making out thing and exploring before, in the weeks he'd been here?

At the moment, he doesn't care. He just wants her to keep doing that.

Her eyes go wide at that sudden jolt. Chest heaving, she pulls away from his lips to look him over. Her lips curve into a grin that manages to both be impish and chock full of ego all at the same time. Given how good his hand feels on her breast, it feels seriously great to be able to return the favor.

Giggling, "You like that, huh?"

Kate doesn't wait for an answer. Her fingers continue to stroke the soft feathers alone the bone. Her eyes never leave his face, waiting and watching for every and each reaction. Deftly, she lets her hand trail downward. She brushes the feathers, occasionally playing with individual vanes. Whatever coaxes the best reactions from him.

"Fuck, Katie, you keep doing that and we're going to have a real problem when we get to the end of this ride and they want us to get off. And not in the way I'm hoping for," he growls out, freeing one hand to tangle in her hair and drag her back down for a rough kiss.

She's never felt this daring when it comes to matters of sex. Then again, she's never really gone beyond a few kisses with Tommy and a couple of light make-out sessions with Eli that didn't even reach second base. This is all something totally new.

And so long as Kate doesn't pause to think, she lets herself savor the fun. Her lips press against his mouth with bruising force and her tongue tangles with his. She keeps stroking those feathers in just that way Simon seems to like.

"I can," she begins, words muffled against his mouth as she speaks between kisses, "get you off now. If you want."

Anything coherent flies right out of Simon's head at that and he groans hungrily into her mouth, one hand tangled in her hair as he drags her in close and holds her there. His other starts roaming, exploring, leaving her breast to slide back and brush against the soft feathers of her own wings, curious and intoxicated by this new discovery.

"I want. I very much want. But god, not here. This... This is something I'd want to take my time with. God, Katie..."

Katie. She really, really likes it when he calls her that. She likes it a whole lot. Almost as much as when he strokes her feathers just like this. She sighs and leans into his touch just a little. God, she wants to make him groan again. She wants to see his face when he...

"You sure?" She slips one hand away from his wings to cup his crotch. "Cause... cause I think this might be obvious."

"You're making it really hard to remember my manners. And that this ride only has another minute at the most," he growls in response, eyes flaring dark as his breath hitches audibly in his throat. His hips jerk in response to her touch and God he really really doesn't want her to stop that.

"Also you're not exactly going to make it less obvious by doing that."

"Another minute?"

She kisses him hard, fingers deftly working open his button and zipper to open up his fly. Her breath catches in her throat as her hand closes around him. Oh god, she's never done this before and she just hopes that it feels good to him. It can't be too hard, right? Just because she's never done this, doesn't mean she doesn't know how. And she wants it to fee good for him because his fingers feel amazing on those wings and she wants to see this happen.

"I can work with a minute," she mutters, hand moving up and down. "Can you?"

His thought process has melted into a litany of curses when she undoes his fly and wraps her fingers around him and Christ, they're really doing this, aren't they? He scrambles now, struggling to keep from bucking up into the heat of her hand long enough to slide his hand down between her legs and up under her skirt - thank god for easy-access girl clothing. His hands find the soft fabric of her panties first and he rubs his fingers up against her, teasing her, testing.

He always did love a challenge.

Her blue eyes open wide when she feels his fingers rubbing up against her. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. It's... it's not the first time she's been touched there. But those are memories she's worked hard to bury. Because those touches had been repulsive, made her feel absolutely worthless.

But Simon? Right now?

She moans loudly. She can't help it. She moans and bucks against him and it's better than when he was touching his wings or her breast. It's the best thing she's felt in a long, long time.

"Oh, god, Simon."

He laughs softly at how quickly her tone has changed and his free hand drags her down into a kiss again, muffling her moans with a kiss, swallowing the delicious sounds he wrings from her. His fingers slip beneath the fabric, searching out sensitivity, rubbing his fingertips against her now that he can turn the tables and he does, and god, she's gorgeous like this.

The kisses just make her groan louder. His mouth tastes so good and his fingers. Oh, those fingers. She starts to gyrate around those fingers, growing wetter with each movement. Her breasts push up against his chest and she reaches back with the hand not wrapped around his cock to stroke those feathers again. She doesn't care how ridiculous she might look. She's so aroused right now, so determine to give as good as she's getting.

It's almost like a competition, the way she's determined to get him off before either of them have to get off the ride.

A competition he's happy to take part in, mostly because he's pretty sure there's no way this can end without both of them winning. He slides his fingers into her shallowly, working her with his thumb, even as her own hand slides around him, hot and tight and he groans into her mouth when her fingers slide along his wings again, sending shivers of sensation down his spin. He spreads his legs a little wider, slouching down in the seat to give her a better angle and to stretch her open for him as he works her with single-minded determination, wanting to feel her come undone above him.

She does her best to widen her legs, wanting to see how deep his fingers could slip inside of her. Kate always thought it could be like this. This pleasurable, this fun. But she still remained reluctant to try it for herself. Afraid.

Touching him, stroking him, being stroked by him? So, so much better than fear.

She has to break the kisses now, burying her head against the crook of his neck as she feels this unfamiliar pressure building within her. It's like she can't get enough. Like she's going to explode if he doesn't do something and soon. Is it supposed to feel like this? This overwhelming?

"Breathe, Katie," he murmurs huskily against her ear when she buries her face against his throat. His hand cups at the small of her back, steadying her as he feels the heat in her building, knowing exactly what he's doing. Her own hand is hot around his length and it's not going to take him much longer either, not with how good she feels pressed up against him like this, gasping raggedly in his ear. At the moment, she's his entire world.

"I've got you," he murmurs, reassuring her as he pushes his fingers within her, his thumb rubbing quick circles against her. His own voice is ragged, his breathing erratic as he clenches his eyes shit, feels his own body tighten with need.

He has her. No one ever has her. She already has everyone else. Supporting her teammates, being the voice of reason for her sister. Cleaning up after Barton's messes. She's good at it. Being the bossy pillar of strength. Holding up everyone else. But it's good to be supported instead.

And it's enough, hearing those words in her ear while he pushes his fingers in even deeper. It's enough to make whatever it is building inside of her finally explode. The pressure inside of her releases and she bites on his shoulder to keep from screaming. Because she wants to scream, so very, very much. And she does, just a little, as her hand tightens around his dick and she forgets to move. Forgets to do anything but ride out this wave of orgasmic pleasure.

His breath hisses out when she bites him and he feels her clench around his fingers and he groans, focusing on the tight heat of her hand around him and god he's so close...

"Katie, Katie, Christ, please..."

He's begging her. Oh wow, he's begging her and she's never had anyone beg her like this before. Somehow, his words penetrate the haze in her brain and she nods just a little against his shoulder as she starts to stroke him more firmly again.

"Like this?" Kate asks, moving her mouth to capture his lips again before nibbling a trail down his neck. "Is this good?"

"Fuck. Yes." His voice is hoarse and choked off around a moan as she begins to stroke him again. Between the slide of her mouth against his throat and the heat of her hand around him, it doesn't take him long to follow her, hips bucking up and he bites his tongue when he tries to stifle the moan that slips free as he comes.

And yeah, that's not going to be any easier to hide than his erection was. Oops?

As soon as he starts to moan, she moves her lips from his shoulder to cover his mouth and swallow the moans with more kisses. Kate can feel him come in her hand and it feels... better than she ever imagined it could. She just... she just did something sexual. With a guy. And she didn't panic. Not nearly as badly as she always assumed she would.

What a power trip. Wow.

He slumps back against the seat, his pulse pounding in his ears as he gives a startled, breathless laugh and scrapes his fingers through his hair, grinning up at her in dazed satisfaction.

"Jesus Christ, Katie."

It's weird how she feels a little empty when he removes his fingers from inside of her. But she doesn't comment on him, instead smiling a little smugly. If his reaction is any indication, she just did an excellent job with her first hand job.

Nice.

"Yeah, Zombie Boy?"

He just laughs again and drags her down for another kiss. He doesn't know how much time they have left on this ride, but he's going to enjoy it.

"You're incredible. Except I might have to jump in the water just so no one notices the mess I made."

She doesn't hesitate when he kisses her and kisses him back instead. Her heart beat finally starts to calm, no longer racing as it had been minutes ago. God, who knew that the Tunnel of Love could be so much fun?

"It's not like I'm much cleaner right now."

Event Log - Malnosso World

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