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[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.
Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]
ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.
Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]
ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.
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( Am I one of your plants? Are you waiting for me to open up to the sun? )
[ It's teasing, light. ]
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( I see... potential in everyone. Little things about themselves that even they doubt or do not recognize, and I wish to cultivate them. It is my purpose, it is what I know how to do. Even Dreus had such a seed, the inklings of a man who mourned, who still had love inside of him. No matter... No matter how much it hurts, it is worth the effort. More worthy, for the weathering. )
[ It all sounds so sweet, but there is a caveat, that when you claim to love and support something the way no one else does, it ties the other to you. Makes them grateful, hungry for more of your comforts... ]
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( You really are a gardener. )
[ Her arms slip around in her, sweeping up her back and stretching herself out comfortable, skin to skin, breath to breath. One glorious second before she uses that wrapping hold of her to twist them reversed quickly. Ilde's head to the pillow and Angel above her, peering down over her. Another burst of laughter. ]
( But you were the one missed, I am meant to be telling you these things. )
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[ Took control. She brushes the blonde curls off of her face, looking up at Angel. She's in no mood to ruin her laughter now, but she just wants to see if Angel realizes this about her. That she will grab hold of anything that makes her feel in control. Does she want it realized? Can she spin it to sweetness that she had just missed her that much.
Ilde smiles softly. She could. ]
( Never mind. Go on then, tell me. )
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( You need to hold onto something with your own hands. )
[ A polite way of putting it, as she leans down again, but she understands, oh she understands.
She does not kiss Ilde's lips. Rather, she finds her chin. A pause, a swallow of consideration of just how to relay something she found indefinably consuming. She is very, very good at missing, she knows, she has it to an art. But this was something else - and she had shut her mind very far when she had pondered on how to welcome back Ilde. Done what she told Sam she would - that she would go and learn herself. Granted better no one know she had, she didn't think she could bare that conversation.
So there's an air of something practised to it that gains determination as she goes. ]
( I miss you - here. ) [ She catches the bottom of her lip, that dip between chin and sharp jut of her mouth. ] ( and here - ) [ Just below her chin, this time, that place where when she thought sometimes of how Ilde kissed her, she felt a tingling prickle that was both dry and wet at the same time. ] ( - and here. ) [ the spot where bones and tendons bopped when she swallowed down nervously, felt rather than seen, like she'd watched Steve's. Her head turning to let her mouth part further on skin, a soft huff of breath on that place where words sometimes were caught where their substance was no more than butterflies beating in vain against a spider's web. Devoured out of each other's mouths.
The next here - is between her collar bones, the one after as between the curve of her breasts, but not venturing towards either. In that way, meteors as they had been crashing into each other. Impact, rubble, the dust settling over them. ( How on earth was she going to be able to look at Sam? ) This is in a line, straight forward. Or, well, straight down and meticulous. She caught against her sternum, next, the place where she felt the knot of wanting so keenly, most ofter. The end of her ribcage, where the soft parts of her so often wanted Ilde's fingers to sink into them.
When she comes to the end, one kiss above belly button and the next, lower, and that one is nothing but deliberate, her body lower itself, a tense press of bones and muscles under shoulder blades here her wings should be. She looks up - I want to give you something you will never forget - and she drops the last kiss to the cradle of her hips, no further, nothing in proper, and the part that is all them and not shared. ]
( and here. )
[ She asks for nothing else, in the mutual hum of their mind, there is that tight needy pull in that felt indescribable and was linked to being close. Pressing against it with nothing less that absolute surety of that feeling, just like she'd seen, a worry at being silly, maybe as she lets go of her breath against feather soft skin and presses the tip of her tongue against her, just the once, before she withdraws, pulling her head up, broaching no further. ]
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Her heart nearly stops at the supple touch of tongue to the flesh of her leg. It's a sensation she has never imagined before, the heightened sensitivity of a place so rarely touched, so often hidden. Just the sight of Angel tangled up in her legs, a position most vulnerable, is... not too much. It is just enough. Just enough to plant the seed of what might one day be, a seed to grow with time and comfort.
She doesn't even have the words for it, and bites her lip, unusually shy as she tries to figure herself out. Her wants, her emotions, this sensation that has every hair on end, skin pinked. ]
( That feels nice. )
[ It seems important to express approval where approval is due. ]
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One that doesn't spike warm and thudding through their connection, all skin to skin, she keeps herself up, body stretching comfortably like her lion did so often. ]
( Did you want me to do it again? )
[ Easy, comfortable. She can always tell her no. They are mutilated things learning to be not so, it was nothing less than a process. ]
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[ Repetition was the key to learning, after all. ]