Sins Forgiven

The slightest stroke of consciousness moving into his reach was greeted with a long, subtle groan escaping from his lips.

The first thing he picked up on was the lingering pain that seemed to pool into every lying joint in his body. The pain only lasted for a few short seconds, which was just enough to bring him to a more rounded sense of being awake. It felt like his head was swimming or being held under, forcing his memories to be spliced together into a mess of blurred images that served him no good. Why was his body aching like this? By the Gods, what did he do that deserved this kind of pain?

He moved to try and figure out just where the hell he was, hoping some kind of structure could help to jog his memory. It wasn't that easy though, he supposed given the situation, he should've foreseen something like that. The inability to move his wrists was his first clue; the coarse material rubbing into the thin flesh and the hard surface pressing into the back of his hands gradually lead to that first sense of panic.

His eyesight wasn't necessarily clear, it was only with the blurred images around him did he realize he no longer possessed his glasses. They were either broken, lost or taken maybe... he guessed that was a possibility. Still, he could get a few decent feet of vision, which he used to try and figure out what happened to his wrists. And just as he had previously thought, there was some sort of white material binding them to some kind of headboard or something. What the hell did he get himself into?

Don't panic... Don't panic.

Okay, so... a quick overview of what was happening. At the moment, he was apparently bound, injured in some sort and he must've suffered some kind of head injury. The back of his head was almost throbbing at this point and left his vision half blurred from the continuous waves of pain. He really must've gotten himself fucked up- in a lack of better words.

"You're finally awake."

The voice sent a cold stir down his spine and he tried not to let so many shuttered breaths leave him. He tried not to let it get the best of him, but he recognized that voice as soon as it spoke. Oh Gods, this wasn't... this wasn't good.

The addition of weight at his side caused for the bed beneath him to shift slightly- fuck, he didn't even really realize he was strapped to some kind of bed, he was too focused on his headache. It was a little hard to not panic now, but that would only make things worse for him. He could feel fingers pressing against the flat of his chest and the slightest exchange of heat brought out yet another realization - the white tunic he had slipped on before was missing now. Why the hell didn't he think to pick these matters out beforehand?

"Those healers did a terrible job. When this whole mess is over, I think I just might kill them." the feminine voice carried a softer tone with it, far different from the almost shriek it was before. Fingers gradually moved up from his sternum and followed along the curve of his neck, he was almost certain she could probably feel the thundering pulse of his heartbeat with the bare touch. She brought her hand to partly cup against the curve of his jaw, tilting it back for a moment as though to observe something before she moved to push his head into another direction; pushing part of his face into the pillow below. He couldn't repress the loud groan that escaped him at the motion as it irritated the pain at the back of his head; a few white spots gathered in the corners of his eyes in reaction to the pain. He could feel her fingers move to push through his black hair before sharpened nails dug into the sensitive scalp underneath. It was another rush of pain that erupted from where she pressed in at, eventually forcing his vision to black out completely.

He couldn't have been out for that long.

It was the sharp contact of her hand breaking across his cheek that pulled him back into this kind of bound reality.

"Fuck, oh Gods... what do you want from me?" he managed to spit out, trying to balance out the pain from his head and now the slight sore throbbing from his cheek.

Those didn't seem to be the best words to use though and he felt her fingertips dig into his jaw slightly in response.

He felt her shift her weight once more before she finally came within his line of sight. Thick, dark-purple curls fell down against her slender shoulders and helped to shape out the soft curves of her face; their previous style of being pulled into two different tails had been released, combining the locks into one solid sheet. Those matching eyes were narrowed and probably impaling him with mental daggers at the moment. Teardrop markings stained her cheeks and almost appeared... comical really if she hadn't been so dangerous to upset.

A small cut split open part of her slender jaw, the only visible hint of their previous battle.

Okay... yeah, details were coming back to him now...

If he had lost their battle, which seemed to be pretty obvious at this point that he did, then... he was in a really bad position. She was more than likely going to kill him- and not in a quick, painless way either.

"What do I want from you?" she seemed to spit back at him. "How about I'm trying to keep up my end of the bargain here? You know, just because we're enemies by law doesn't mean I'm not going to keep my word; I have no intentions of making myself a liar."

"... What?" the single word left him in an almost breathless manner,  unsure of what she had said or why she had said it.

Her fingers moved to tangle in his hair, forcing his head back slightly as she pushed into the motion. "I don't recall stuttering, Quincy."

"I don't know... what you're talking about." he slowly started, hoping maybe he could keep her calm enough to not break his neck. "What bargain?"

She seemed to hesitate slightly before she pulled herself away, putting a brief amount of distance between her hands and his skin. Her lips were barely parted as she now seemed just as equally confused about this ordeal as he was. It took her a moment before she moved to grasp at his head once more, fingers prodding that same area from before. "How hard did you get hit?"

"Stop touching it." he objected sharply, struggling slightly under her grasp. She managed to strike the same area again and he felt a brief wave of nausea almost come up.

A faint touch of blood covered her fingertips when she pulled them back. "Are you fucking kidding me? They missed a spot? I'm killing them, that's for sure." she muttered. She knew their healers weren't really all that competent, but this was just a low point- the lowest possibly, even for them. Moving to wipe the blood off onto the covers below, she switched her attention back to the bound man, taking note of the way all the color appeared to have drained from his face. Of all the wounds to miss, they had to have forgotten the only one that put him down in the first place. "Grand, now we're going to have to rely on my healing knowledge to get this thing taken care of."

"Can we just stop and... take a moment to catch up on what happened here?" he started, growing slightly irritated that he hadn't been able to get anything answered. "Can you just explain what bargain you're talking about, what exactly happened here and... why I'm tied up like this? Please."

Well... at least he asked politely.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her body slumped forward a bit. "I'll answer the easiest one first. I tied you up because I didn't want you waking up and snooping through my things." she remarked before she reached forward and moved to untie one of the bindings. "I had no intentions of keeping you like this- even if it was tempting."

He didn't want to know what she meant by that, but he was glad to finally have feeling and motion back to his fingertips. When she finished untying one, she took hold of his released wrist and slowly lowered it back to his side before she moved to work on his other one. It was then that he noticed the way her slender form straddled his waist, giving her an easy center point of mobility. The odd uniform she had been dressed in before was replaced  with another, looser dress... actually, it could've just been a long shirt really; he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out or not.

"What about the rest?" he requested as he moved to tend to his sore wrists, feeling where the material had etched its pattern into his skin.

She rolled her eyes briefly and moved to push herself away from him, swinging one leg over the side of the bed before she got back to her feet. He tried really hard not to notice the way the thin material bundled around her hips and possibly gave more sight to her legs than was needed. "You're missing out on a lot of information, aren't you Quincy?" she seemed to mumble to herself as she made her way over to the other side of the room. "You were trying to hit me with one of those arrows of yours, it was supposed to be the final hit at the end of the battle. Unfortunately, before you could fire it, we were interrupted by the Exequias-"

"Who are the Exequias?"

"Okay, first rule we're going to lay down here, you do not interrupt me when I'm talking."

Okay, he could abide by that.

Shaking her head, she shuffled through her dresser drawers and picked through the neat stacks of clothing. "I can't say that I know exactly what they are or where they come from, but I've heard the rumors about what they do. Needless to say, they stormed into our battle and didn't really bother with the fact that it wasn't over yet. As far as they were concerned, it was over and I had failed. So, they were going to do what they do best and eliminate those Arrancars who can't complete their tasks. I'm not sure if I really know what happened exactly, I just know I was too weak to fight back. One of them managed a rather nasty hit to my back, breaking one of my wings, and I barely managed to duck out of the way of the main hit that was intented to kill me. Next thing I know, you jump in all gung-ho and kill one of the soldiers in one hit. I don't think any of them were expecting you to get involved, which gave you the advantage to kill a few more of them before they could react." Digging in a bit deeper into the back of her drawer, she managed to locate the box she had been searching for and pulled it out. "I don't know what you were aiming to do but I didn't really feel like questioning it at the time. By the time I had recovered enough of my energy to fight for myself, you had killed quite a bit of them but had taken a few hard hits yourself."

That would explain all the pain.

"By some odd twist of fate, we ended up fighting together. I have to admit, we held our own pretty decently against the Exequias. Eventually, they backed away and gave up. I didn't think they would so easily, but I guess you had managed to change their minds on that." she continued, lifting the lid of the box to reveal the contents inside. Fingers shuffled through the organized mess before she withdrew the clear bottle she had been looking for; the tiny glass bottle fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. "One of them managed to land a pretty nasty blow to the back of your head and you went down like a bag of bricks. Most of the others had already retreated so those left over were easy to dispose of. You were in this mumbling state of being half-conscious and with all the blood loss I was surprised you were still clinging to a piece of your mind. I told you that in exchange for the assist, I would help tend to your injuries and ensure that no other Arrancar bothered you. You agreed. That was our bargain."

He only had some brief memories of what she described, but he had no reason to disbelieve her so to say... Everything she described sounded like something he would do. A bunch of other Arrancar soldiers moving in to finish off an already wounded woman, it didn't exactly sound like something he would just walk away from. Moving his hands to the bed space beneath him, he pushed himself up into a minor sitting position and leaned to let his back rest against the headboard  behind him. "I see..."

Grabbing a small cloth from the same box, she let the lid drop close and made her way back to him. The corners of her lips tucked downward at the sight of him moving. "Are you trying to lose more brain matter?"

"It's fine-" he started, stopping in mid-sentence at the look on her face. He knew when a fight wasn't worth fighting and the daggers she shot at him convinced him of that. "Uh, nevermind."

She wrinkled her nose slightly before she climbed back onto the bed, settling herself partly against his side. Twisting the top off the glass bottle, she poured some of the liquid contents into the bundled rag before she moved to find the partly opened wound at the base of his skull. "From what I can tell, this wound was only partly healed; the interior damages were fixed but the outer cuts weren't. This ointment should fix that problem though."

He was expecting some kind of burning sensation or something along the lines of excruciating pain... but it was just a minor rush of heat and that was it. Her fingers were gentle as they moved to massage the medicine into the open wound, making sure to keep the touch from being too overbearing. "Why didn't you just finish me off when you had the chance?"

"Like I said, I wasn't in the condition  to defend myself when the Exequias struck... if you hadn't been so eager to defend me, I wouldn't be here right now. You probably wouldn't be either, but that's besides the point." she answered. "So, in some way shape or form, it probably wasn't your intention, but you did save my life. Not to mention, we made a bargain, need I remind you and I have no intentions of going against my word."

"Right..."

Removing the cloth, she took note of the brief spots of blood on it before she moved to touch lightly against the same spot with her fingertips. Instead of some kind of cut, she found a bit of smooth flesh which meant it was finally closed. Well at least that was one thing out of the way. "I'm killing those healers, seriously."

She really seemed to hate them.

"Yeah uh... well thank you." he managed to stammer out.

"Oh please, courtesy makes me sick."

"... Is your back alright?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly at the question, a slight sneer playing on her lips. "Not that I see why you would care, but it's fine. I ended up losing a wing after they broke it, but it's only a minor loss."

"Can I see it?" he started, pausing slightly at the death glare she shot at him. "I just... look, you're doing a lot to make sure I'm okay, I just want to return the favor."

"You have nothing to return-"

"Just please, alright?" he pressed. "We obviously went through a lot of shit and we're both lucky to be alive... if I fought alongside you in battle, then that would make you my partner. And I would like to know if my partners are taken care of after a battle like that."

At first, his words seemed to do little to sway her but she either didn't wish to argue further or decided to just give in regardless. He just honestly wanted to know- why was she taking her shirt off?! He watched as her fingers curled beneath the hem of her shirt before she moved to lift it off, pulling it completely free from her slender form before he could so much as stop her. She kept the white bundle of material pressed against her chest to keep some bit of modesty covered before she turned to keep her back towards him. A pale pink scar ran across the back of her ribcage and arched slightly towards her left shoulder. Where her right shoulder-blade pressed out was a decently-sized bone piece sticking out that was shaped in the form of a wing. He had noticed them beforehand when their original battle had started... he assumed they were part of her uniform or just decorations. The rather noticeable knot of scar tissue over her left shoulder-blade was all that remained of her other wing.

He really shouldn't have but he reached forward slightly and moved to brush his fingertips against the rough tissue, feeling the way she quickly arched out of his range.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was healed properly."

"I'm surprised it was given the poor execution of our healers." she snorted briefly, feeling the way he moved his warm fingertips against her once more, this time just an inch or two short of the wound. She didn't know why the smallest brush of skin suddenly felt odd and made her flesh tingle slightly, but it did. "While you're back there make yourself useful and unclip me."

"Unclip you?" he repeated, as though not sure if he heard her properly or not.

"I didn't stutter, stupid, unless you've never taken a woman's bra off before."

He bit into his lower lip for a moment at her sharp comment before he dropped his eyes to the purple lace that had been snuggly clipped around her torso; the actual clips themselves were settled over a soft curve in her spine. This really didn't seem... right. But he didn't have any other choice to make with it. Moving with some bit of caution, he grabbed at the two separate pieces and carefully slid them towards each other just enough to free the clips before he gradually let them go. "Uh... there you go."

Oh thank the Gods, the stupid piece had been burning into her skin for hours now. Fingers moved to peel the strapless piece away, relieved to be released from the material, before she tossed it to the floor below. She should probably put it away, but for now... fuck it. Fingers moved back to touch at the sorest part of where the under wire had pressed into her skin and massaged the area slightly. "You know, you men should be glad you don't have to deal with those kind of contraptions." she briefly muttered, leaning forward slightly to better touch the area.

Again... another bad choice to be made here.

He touched at the same spot her fingers were positioned and moved to carefully guide them away, replacing them with his own. Oh fuck, what was he even doing? He pressed his palm against the soft curve of the area and circled his thumb lightly to tend to the bright-red marks. There was a small tremor beneath her skin at the motion as he repeated the cycle a few times before he dropped his hand briefly to readjust his grip, taking on a more pressing motion with it. It seemed to take a few cycles before she let out a faint groan from the back of her throat. He paused slightly at the sound and pulled his hand away from a moment, unsure of what he did exactly.

She was either pleased or not pleased with his choice of actions, either way the sharp turn of her body towards him caught him off-guard. The collision of her elbow against part of his jaw finished off the rest of the job though. For a split second, he thought he tasted blood as his head snapped to one side at the sudden shock of force. He could barely issue out an apology, although he wasn't entirely sure why he thought that would work, before she forced her body weight against his; pressing him down against the bedding below.

Hands moved to capture his still sore wrists and pinned them down beneath her.

"Okay, okay... I shouldn't have touched you, I'm sorry-" he barely got the chance to finish his words before he felt her lips collide rather harshly with his own; the fact he had been in the midst of speaking left him even more vulnerable as her tongue took the separation of his lips as an open invitation. He released a brief groan at the sudden intrusion, feeling the heat of her tongue suddenly moving against his own before she forced his head back- allowing her greater passage now. It was an odd sensation and he wasn't entirely sure how to react to it asides from attempt to reject her, but even that kind of motive seemed frowned upon. The tip of her nails buried almost painfully into his skin as she arched her body forward, pressing more force into the given embrace. He could feel his body stiffening at the continuous attack and although he knew just lying down with the motion would do nothing... he wasn't exactly in the place of power right now. Not to mention, he was still partly recovering, his strength wasn't with him either.

Her lips broke away from his own almost just as soon as she had claimed them, leaving a small reminder of it in the form of a bite into his lower lip; the subtle brush of her teeth turned into a more painful contact as she seemingly waited until the soft tissue gave in before she pulled away.

There was a collection of broken gasps that escaped from his lips as he found himself slightly frightened of what her next action was going to be.

"You should apologize because you stopped touching me..." she started, keeping herself at an arm's length away from him. "Our skin may be incredibly difficult to break but it can be just as dangerously sensitive. Sometimes all it takes is one little touch and it's enough to drive us insane. Not to mention... I might've found some attractive attributes in you during that little fight of ours. You handled yourself a lot better than I had expected, but there was still that sense of exhilaration every time I landed a hit. And let's not forget the more obvious note here, we haven't seen a Quincy in a long time... I'm curious. You're a capable fighter, but what else can you do?"

It seemed with that one question he never felt more exposed.

The fact that she had released one wrist and trailed her fingers down against his abdomen with her last words didn't help either.

"I... Is it possible to talk you out of this?" words stammered and stumbled together on the curve of his lips, breaking his request once or twice.

A grin of some sort seemed to play with on her dark-purple lips as she leaned in to cut the space between them. "No, but I'll make a deal with you. If you follow along with me and act willingly, I'll make it worth your while; we can both have some fun with it. If you want to fight me though, we can fight and I can tie you down and make you miserable."

There was really no other choice unless he wanted to know what exactly she would do to make him miserable- which he didn't. As if he wasn't already in a bad spot, she put him into an even worse one. If he had to find some kind of light in the situation... it had been difficult to not notice that there was a sense of beauty to her. She was equally attractive and intelligent, it was hard to forget that she had tricked him several times throughout their battle before. Still... just a few short hours ago, or at least it could've been hours, they were trying to kill each other and now... she wanted to do something quite the opposite.

She was in the place of power though, he wasn't stupid enough to forget that.

And she had gone through the process of tending to his injuries...

He was insane, wasn't he?

"On one condition, okay?" he started, keeping the request low as though it would call for some kind of violent outbreak in return. She gave a brief nod to urge him on. "Can you restrain from hitting me again?"

She had already forgotten she had done so twice now. On the same cheek too, which was now red from the last strike... making her slightly regret the sudden outburst. Fingertips moved to brush against the mark for a moment, feeling the heat that radiated from the skin. The first time she had struck him was to wake him up after he blacked out, the second time had... been a reactive type thing. "Deal."

Well at least that was one thing out of the way.

"Can you tell me your name again?"

"... Cirucci."

He hadn't been sure if he had heard her correctly before, or even if he remembered it correctly... but that was confirmation that he had at least been close to it. Nodding briefly, he moved his freed hand to touch slowly at the curve of her cheek; the flat of his thumb tracing the bold outline of her teardrop marking. Was he trembling? Gods, it felt like he was.

"That's an unique name... actually it's kind of pretty."

Those lips of hers curved up once more, this time into a more natural looking pose.

"Now tell me yours in exchange."

"Ishida."

She leaned into him once more, playing her lips against his own- gently this time. "Well then, Ishida, I'm about to make you a very lucky man."

There was something in the way she said his name, something that just... broke that last will of resistance.

The next embrace followed through with greater ease and a softer touch as she moved to more so cradle his lips rather than crush them. Fingers found their way to her curls and lightly tangled themselves in them as he tugged her forward. It was rather loose as they kept a small amount of space to breathe between them, leaving the embrace as more of an opened expression instead. She bit lightly into his lip once more, in the same place as well and convinced him to give enough of a separation to let her pass through. There was a light groan in reaction to her tongue moving against him before he slowly repeated those same motions to her; creating a slow collection of movements that further engaged the embrace. Her hand moved to grasp onto his jawline as she tilted his head back once again, this time finding him awaiting the motion and ready to respond to her. She preferred this method and rather enjoyed the way he stroked her tongue with his own, and enjoyed the brief pressure of his fingers against the back of her neck; encouraging her to close the space between them.

It was a solid lock of the lips and a full contact of his mouth against her own that stirred another chill down her spine.

For someone as young as him, who she didn't think could've had that many partners, he knew his way against a set of lips. She wondered if he could keep that kind of knowledge towards the rest of her body as well.

Breaking away once more, she moved to capture the corner of his lips before she dropped down to the reddened portion of his jaw. He seemed... willing to let her take charge and didn't offer any resistance to the motions. It was only when she fell into the curve of his neck and traced one of the faint scars with her lips did he offer some kind of movement. His hand pulled her in close enough to allow for his tongue to touch at the curve of her shoulder, mimicking her same kind of path. She tugged lightly at the skin of his neck and found that she was able to feel the thundering pulse against her lips; how long had it been since she had last felt a heartbeat like that? He seemed to take note of it as well and paused briefly to feel at the absence of her own.

The pause didn't last long and soon enough she found herself grasping at his lips again.

Her free hand moved to brush against his partly wounded chest before fingertips fall into the muscular structure of his abdomen; following the curved muscles that pressed up beneath his skin, she found herself impressed with the format of his body... for someone so young, she hadn't expected quite a gift like this. Fingers circled the soft inch of skin about the waistband of his pants, feeling the brief shudder that came in reaction; she circled the pressed portion of his pelvis that barely peeked up over his pockets.

She couldn't resist dragging her fingers slowly down the loose material at the front of his pants before they dug into the bend of his thigh, partly entangling into the mess of folds from the white fabric.

He didn't seem to expect such a motion and pulled away from the new embrace with a lingering groan at his lips.

"Moving a little fast, aren't we?" he stammered briefly.

A light chuckle toyed with her lips as she traced his lips with her open, faking him into several different embraces only to tease him with the touch. "I'm surprised you didn't notice before but... all the fighting kind of ruined your uniform, alongside with the blood loss; and the healers couldn't get to your injuries beneath all the clothing... someone had to take care of it."

The realization of it didn't hit quite how he imagined it would have, or at least didn't affect him like he thought it would. He had been aware his shirt was missing but... had failed to notice that the remaining pieces had simply been replaced. After all, these weren't his jeans but rather... the uniform pants that most Arrancars wore.

He guessed he should've been partly thankful she didn't just leave him naked instead.

Still... it was a little unnerving to say the least.

"I found some very interesting things." she teased, a slight husk in her voice now. "You should be glad I was healed in a separate room, I'm not entirely sure I would've been able to restrain myself after all."

"Like you are now?"

"Hmm something like that."

The slightest brush of her teeth against the curve of his throat seemed to still the rest of their brief conversation; she drew herself slowly down the soft grooves of his neck before she settled against the flat of his sternum now. She could almost feel his heartbeat here too...

Fingers pushed through the soft folds of the white material before they struck warm flesh- which resulted a partly stifled groan from his lips. She could feel the curves of his body beneath her rolling fingertips as she gradually made her way further down; eventually hooking her thumb around his partly hardened sex before the rest of her fingers followed. His chest vibrated as a deep moan surfaced itself from the back of his throat, compressing and forcing his lungs to give out as much of a non-verbal response as they could. It had almost been too long since she last heard such a forgiving noise. She really wanted to drive him to his breaking point and make him beg her to stop, or run him to pure exhaustion from her fingers alone. For such innocent flesh, she wanted to corrupt it and make him insane.

She could feel him almost trembling beneath her as his body contorted slightly into a brief arch, his spine willing to give into her demands. The tip of her tongue toyed with the curve of his collarbone while fingers moved themselves down his entire length, able to pick up on the brief twitch that resulted from such touch. She was careful enough with her manicured nails to keep them from doing much as she ran them down the sensitive flesh until they pinched together at his rounded tip. It was something to admit that she was rather... impressed with his size, embracing it with her full palm before she squeezed briefly.

The slightly broken moan that erupted from his lips was the response she was seeking, but the abrupt ending to it ruined the thrill.

If he bit any harsher into his lower lip it was going to start bleeding.

"Ah, ah." she toyed as she caught the corner of his lips, withdrawing her hand from beneath his pants. "Don't rob me of what I earned."

The partly shaking breaths that escaped him seemed to provide enough of a recovery for her, well enough for her to almost forgive him.

"Is this better for you?"

He barely took note of the question, the ringing in the back of his head had partly returned and he was caught between that and the obvious pain of his lower body. The returning press of her hand against his flesh stopped the breath in his lungs for a moment as fingertips pressed circular motions into the inside of his thigh.

The brief hint of her nails scraping his skin and the pressure bearing down with the calculated motions, it was difficult to keep much of a thought together. His entire body felt hot for a moment and a near painful shutter ran down his spine, revealing every sensitive nerve she picked at. A throbbing in his chest seemed to echo the thunder of his heart as it pounded the inside of his ribcage, creating a colorful rhythm in his ears. He couldn't even hear himself but he could feel the vibration of his throat, the faded pain of his lungs and the near dryness of his mouth. It was difficult to keep back every groan, but just the same as she had noted, it was a response she deserved.

One hand still remained pinned beneath her grasp while the other kept tangled in her locks. His fingers dug almost painfully into the covers below, using them to try and balance out the heated rushes that burned underneath his skin.

And he thought she was bad on the battlefield.

She was even worse here... in a good way of course.

Fingers curled against the back of her neck before he tugged her in against him, his lips pressing into the soft curve of her shoulder again; tasting the soft hint of lavender that seemed to coat her flesh. He heard that brief, almost purr from the back of her throat as he traced a small shape against her skin and moved to repeat it again and again. His lips managed to catch the soft raise of her collarbones and he filled the soft dip of her neck with his tongue. She seemed to take a liking to the shift in nature and withdrew her hand briefly to better position herself for him.

Her sternum was silent when he moved to touch it and follow the soft ridge of her chestplate beneath her skin. He could feel small pierces of scar tissue beneath his tongue, a few of them lying out long markings while others were short and quick. Their surfaces was still rough, which meant they were recent and still fresh... probably from that combined battle of theirs. His lips paused briefly at the quiet valley between her breasts before another shift in her position moved to encourage him further. He felt the way she pulled herself over him, moving to wrap her hands over the nearby edge of the bed as a means of doing so. Her back arched forward to press the curve of her torso towards him, a motion he picked up on and moved to satisfy her with. He repositioned his hand to grasp the curve of her back, just between her shoulder-blades, and pressed his fingertips into her heated flesh. A light moan escaped her lips at the pressure and she seemed to rather playfully shake her body once at the effects.

He moved to kiss at the dip of her ribcage and fell to the subtle curve of her abdomen; he could feel the strong abdominal muscles twitch slightly beneath him and found himself rather impressed with the strong form of her slender body. There was a lot more to her than he originally thought apparently. Her body seemed to roll lightly up against his lips, providing a bit of friction as he was forced to follow along with the small waves of movement. The tip of his tongue dipped lightly into the small crevice of her navel, lingering in the sensitive area long enough to find a loose patch of skin to briefly nip at. It was the lower curve of her stomach that seemed to call for the most reaction though and he felt her almost trembling at his appearance there. He pressed his lips against the small inch of skin above the lace of her underwear, touching slightly at the soft fabric itself.

Her knees were almost buried into the space beneath his arms at this point, her body mostly leaning far past his own.

"Come on, Quincy..." she whispered as her fingers moved to grasp at his own and pull them away from her back. The warm contact of her thigh pressing against the palm of his hand, thanks to the assist of her own, caused him to curl his fingers in slightly; hoping to gather move of her heated flesh into his grasp. Her fingers curled with his own and forced his fingertips beneath the soft fabric of the lace itself before she drew them down.

He could feel the way she guided his action and gradually tangled the lace between his fingers and used him to pull them down against his thighs. His breath shuddered briefly against her at the action before he brushed his lips against the gentle slope of her leg, moving with her slightly jolted actions as she somehow managed to slip the lace free. When she released him from her grasp, he cupped the back of her thigh with his palm and pulled it forward for a moment.

Fuck, if she knew he was good with his lips from the start... she wouldn't have bothered wasting her time with everything else.

Sliding herself back away from the edge, breaking herself from his light grasp in the motion, she moved her hand to press down against his sternum as she held herself back. Her lips partly broken with a half-grin, half-panting combination as she peered down at him. She usually liked to toss in a lot more foreplay, but right now it felt like her body was going to twist itself into oblivion. Her legs were practically sore and almost shaking from just being on her knees, the lingering throb that had started in her loins had burned its way into her lower stomach by now. It was difficult to ignore at this point... leading her to rush this ordeal to keep from having to relieve herself instead.

Finally freeing her second hand, she wasted no time in tangling her fingers in the loosely tied black sash around his waist- almost tearing it free from his skin. She didn't bother waiting for him to help with the removal process, instead she grasped at the white material and easily peeled it off his hips. The brief catch of crimson on his cheeks seemed to accompany her sudden actions as she moved to strip him of his remaining clothing; ridding him of the fabric in mere seconds it would seem.

Hands bore down into his bare thighs once more, fingertips digging just enough into the sensitive skin to force another deep groan from his lips. She just loved watching him squirm completely defenseless beneath her, and it didn't hurt to put her knowledge of the male body to work either.

Leaning in slightly, she grasped one of his wrists again and pressed most of her forward weight against it as her other hand moved to wrap around his cock once more; the action forced a slight jolt in his spine and she felt his hips press down at the touch. She kept her grip a little tighter this time and moved it at a rather agonizing pace up and down his entire length. He was practically breaking underneath her at the motions, panting and gasping as her work. She just wanted a nice little warm up to make sure he was ready for her, to make sure enough blood had circulated through his body.

Eventually releasing him, she moved to recapture his wrist that he hadn't bothered to move in the few minutes it was free and carefully shifted herself into the right position.

Dropping her hips slightly, she pressed his rounded head against her warm folds just enough for the both of them to feel the presence of one another, but not enough to penetrate. Stifling her own moan, she focused more so on keeping her balance as she lightly rocked her hips in a back and forward motion. There was that hot, almost sticky kind of friction as her already wet folds seemed eager to spread the fluids that were pressing through the tissue. It felt like she was even driving herself insane with the slow rocking motions, making sure to run his hardened tip along the split of her folds before she pressed down enough to let him caress over the aroused surface of her clit. Angling her hips back, she shifted down and guided him to the almost throbbing muscles of her entrance. Her body was craving more than she expected and she had to break beneath its will.

Pushing down, she forced the rounded portion of his cock inside of her and listened to the almost matching moan they both produced at the sensation. Her already warmed body was prepared for the penetration but there was still that lingering hint of her muscles stretching around him, which was both exhilarating and sometimes uncomfortable- this time leaned more towards the first option. He was a new lover after all, and she was going to experience everything there was to him, even if it was in a situation like this. There was only a brief moment of patience before hers ran out and convinced her to take him in all at once.

She outmatched him verbally this time and released a half scream at the wild sensation of the quick thrust; his hardened length filling her completely in just a few seconds. Her muscles constricted slightly at the sudden action, which seemed to be the reason for his quieter groan, which broke for a brief moment in the middle of it. She could feel him arch and shift slightly beneath her hold as his entire body reacted to the quick penetration, forcing her to briefly shift her weight forward against him once more; solidifying her hold on him.

"Ahh... fuck." she whispered through a faintly released breath, shifting her hips slightly to find a better place of adjustment. Another long moan escaped her as she tilted her head back for a brief moment, taking in the heat of another body inside of her. "That's right, Quincy... oh yess..."

Her voice was a brief echo in the back of his head as the rush of different and new sensations flooded his receptors and almost made him deaf. She was a hot constriction around him and he could feel the way her muscles pulled against his flesh, the way her hips bore down on top of him while her legs dug against his waist. He barely even noticed her fingers digging into his wrists once more, maybe drawing blood, maybe not. The shift of her hips moving back up seemed to pull him from his brief trance, awakening him to the moving sensations of her body sliding back up against him before it moved back down. She came down harder this time, landing a bit more roughly against his waist and forced another moan from his throat. It was a pattern she seemed to enjoy it though and proceeded to move about it again and again. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm  against him, eventually picking up a small roll with every downward push. She had the lead role here and he was willing to let her have it as she drove him into her again and again. Eventually he found himself greeting her thrusts with his own, arching his hips to meet her every time she came down; he managed to catch her off-guard the first time and heard a repeat of that near scream from before.

Something about the husky tone in her raised voice seemed to leave him reacting more so to that than anything else.

She was getting more out of this than she had expected.

She could already feel her skin sweating as her hair stuck to the wet flesh; her loose locks bouncing with every careful thrust.

Her body tightened slightly with the next downward press, causing her to pause for a moment to try and regain her own control. She couldn't just give up and give in right now... well she could, but then she'd wear him down to skin and bones with the following sessions. If she could drag this one out a little longer, then she might let him catch a small break before the next- she had no intentions of letting him go so easily.

Arching forward, she dropped her lips to his own and managed to catch that last, dying moan that escaped him. Sliding her knees back for a little added balance, she managed to continue her rhythm even at this different angle; succeeding in aiming for a new area inside of her. The last thrust had him partly striking a sensitive spot against one of her muscle walls, forcing a long-winded groan from the back of her own throat. The heated breath died against his open lips before she moved to savor it slightly as she closed the space between them. It was matching vibrations of lips as the silencing embrace only seemed to call for greater vocal reactions. Thrusting back once more, she buried him into that same spot directly this time, breaking her own sense of concentration and their embrace for that matter, with another near ear-splitting scream.

She pressed her knees into a different pose and pushed back with more force, easily quickening their rhythm until each thrust seemed to melt into the next. The mattress beneath them suffered from every motion, swaying back and forth with them until it felt like it was going to break or splinter in some way or another. Every thrust took more force to complete as her tightened muscles seemed desperate to cling onto him for a little while longer, while she preferred to get more out of it. Her body seemed at odds with what she really wanted, but she wasn't going to deny her own needs either.

Forcing herself back once more, there was a startling moment of silence and almost a sheer lack of feeling, before it all seemed to collapse on the both of them.

She didn't know what part of him she sank her teeth into but at the sheer rupture of her lower stomach pressing into her loins, she dug in and disregarded all else. Her entire body rocked with a powerful tremor, forcing her muscles to tighten briefly where they were locked together. When the heated release reached its climax, she pulled away from him and gave into the last scream that had practically been bursting to get out of her chest.

It seemed like the pressure of her body constricting around him lead into his own release and she felt the heated rush of fluids flood into her; mixing with her own that had escaped in small streams down her thighs, eventually sliding onto his own flesh as well.

Tilting her head back once more, she pushed herself into her original seated position and took the aftermath moment to recollect herself. Her chest was almost in pain from rushing to get air, her lungs aching and tortured from the session of broken pants and incorrect breathing rituals. It felt like her entire body had hardened before the quiet realization of release seemed to take over and melt away at her muscles.

She gave a brief shake of her head before fingers moved to brush through her slightly damped locks and pull them away from her heated face. She toyed with her lower lip for a moment before she looked down at the man beneath her, almost taking pride in how his pale flesh had reddened considerably from their exchanging heat and friction. "Was it good for you?" she questioned breathlessly for a moment before her eyes eventually fell on the bloodied, crimson mess that was trailing down his chin.

Fingertips touched briefly at the partly shredded portion of his lower lips, almost feeling exactly where her teeth had cut in and then pulled away- taking a few strips of tissue with them. His entire body was almost throbbing and yet he almost felt far too exhausted to do anything about it. He could barely even register his own fingertips against the mild wound, although he could feel the heated pain and warmth of blood from it.

"You're insane." he somehow managed to push out, turning his head briefly to try and keep anymore blood from dripping into his mouth.

Chuckling briefly, she pushed her hands into the empty space above his shoulders instead, giving him the chance to rest his wrists for once. "But you wouldn't have talked me out of this, would you?"

"... No, I suppose not."

"So answer my question before I finish off what's left of your lip."

Like there was much left anyways.

He waited a brief moment and touched at the small wound once more. "Let's just say, if you choose to kill me sometime after this... then I would die a lucky man."

Well, that was a little better than what she wanted to hear.

"Get some sleep Quincy."