If the words were empty, Maketh would have laughed them off. Flattery is acceptable in small doses, even if it isn't meant, just for the ego boost. But it's different when Rey does it - she means each word and choses them carefully - and Maketh shivers into the kiss. Feels teeth worrying into her lip. You're beautiful. They're not empty words. I'll be sure to remind you every day.
Rey is an excellent marksman. She hits what she means to.
Maketh puts her hands on Rey's face and kisses her back hard.
If Rey were sucking up in any way, she would have been more remiss to share such meaningful words with anyone. But they're not hollow with Maketh. She does mean them, and something tells her that she has made no mystery of this.
The kiss alone is enough to tell her that. Rey would have gasped if Maketh hadn't then taken her breath away, as she returns the kiss with as much fervor as she is met with.
If this proves anything, it's that they're on the same wavelength with what they want...
With an arm propping her upright, Rey slides her other down Maketh's neck, her shoulder. Cupping her chest as she presses herself against the other woman. Exploring skin. The feeling of hers under her own rough palms. Soft and warm. A sensation she doesn't get between clothes.
Oh, that's nice. Maketh tips her head back, chasing the feeling. The strength of Rey's hands. No hesitation now. She runs a hand through Rey's hair, tugging just enough to feel. The other she puts firmly on Rey's breast. "Better."
The slight sting over her scalp is oddly pleasant. At least, Rey doesn't unwelcome it. A shudder runs down her spine under Maketh's touch, as she begins to knead the other woman's skin. Gentle first. Then dragging the tips of her nails beneath, down Maketh's side, under her back. Exploring body and want as her kisses deepen, more aggressive in her desire that she gasps between their lips.
Maketh bares her teeth against Rey's neck, a wicked grin. There's confidence in the way Rey touches her. No more hesitation.
Good. Maketh kisses her neck, worrying a mark there with her teeth. They're so close now, she can feel everything. Rey's breathing. The heat of her. She draws circles with her thumb against Rey's breast, sighing. Subtle for now. Learning the shape of her.
Most of her reluctance ebbs into ripples the more Rey allows herself to sink into her instinctual hunger. It never occurred to her how much she needed this. Needed someone to touch her like this, hold her like this -- love her in a way no one else has nor she would allow. She was scared at first, but suddenly the hammering in her chest drums to a different emotion. Something not driven by fear.
Breath catching with the thrill of teeth and touch tempting her senses, she shifts on the couch. Knee slipping between Maketh's thighs as Rey props her wife a few inches from the cushion, her arm strong and slung under Maketh's back. She rests her hand at the hip, thumb teasing the hem of the remaining undergarment in the middle of them.
"Is this okay, right here?" Rey mutters, tilting her head to offer Maketh more skin for her teeth to tread. "You're comfortable?"
Maketh feels her breath catch, biting at Rey's neck. Harder this time. Anticipation. She feels pulled taunt, ready for something. Perhaps she's been ready for a long time and only just now realized it. Rey's hands are so warm on her skin, her arm an unyielding force.
Beautiful.
Maketh grins. Hopes Rey can feel it against her skin.
"If you do not continue," she says, matter-of-factly, "I will be very displeased!"
In some way, her skin is hotter than it should be. Radiating from her blood. Their dream-minds keep the normalcy, keep her from questioning any of this. Rey doesn't want to stop any more than Maketh, and yet...
And yet she smirks.
"Displeased?" Rey feigns incredulity. "You'll do... what, huh?"
Although Rey can't help herself but continue, tempting Maketh with every motion of her touch, she also finds herself tempting. Playful. This is fun. This is new. She likes it; she didn't think she would.
There's something about Maketh's pout and frustration. Of Rey hooking her thumb over the hem so she can touch more skin underneath the fabric. Be just a few inches closer than she was before.
"Well, I wouldn't... But when you make a face like that, I'm admittedly a little curious."
Maketh lifts her chin, a little breathless. She looks ridiculous and she knows it, but what's the point of sex if you can't enjoy it? "Oh, I see. You're challenging me. Is that so?"
For some reason, 'fun' was never the word that came to mind when Rey thought of sex. Sex was something to be feared. Something that required some degree of vulnerability.
But as she's allowed herself to take control, there is something truly fun about it. Of taking her partner's breath away with every tease. Their playful banter even helps Rey to ease into the situation more and more.
"What if I am?" Rey places a few careful kisses to the side of Maketh's jaw, down her neck.
Maketh laughs, tipping her head back. She puts her hands on Rey's hips and squeezes meaningfully. "Oh, I see. Then you'd best let me up and I'll show you what I mean."
Her laugh is intoxicating. Reminding Rey that this doesn't have to be serious and intimidating. That if Maketh can play around, Rey can too. Together. That's what this is about.
She complies, rocking backwards and taking Maketh with her, bringing them both to their knees over the soft cushions. The strength in her body is palpable, as she practically slings her wife in her arms; their bodies pressed close.
"Will that do? I don't want to let you go." She beams.
It would be easy to swing Maketh around if Rey very well wanted to. But there will be plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, she just wants to hold this woman. Keep her, her warmth, that breath on her skin, the scent of her...
An involuntary shudder runs through her bones at Maketh's touch. Rey brings her hands back down, resting them over either side of her waist and squeezes.
"Yes," she breathes, pressing her forehead to Maketh's.
Maketh closes her eyes briefly, bumping her nose against Rey's. This close, their skin is so warm. She reaches up to trace the line of a scar on Rey's cheek. Wondering at the texture. Maketh's own scars are faded and pale. Small in comparison. She had most of them surgically removed. The only ones left are the ones that Hadriel left her. The mark on her shoulder. A few on her back.
Nothing horribly important.
"Good," Maketh says, softly. She presses down with her other hand, seeking.
A sharp inhale fills Rey's lungs the more Maketh touches her. Her fingers curl over her partner's hips, and Rey feels her own legs part a little to make herself easier for Maketh to find and maneuver.
"Yes," Rey hears herself say again, huskier, before kissing and gently nibbling Maketh's lower lip.
It's been a long time, for Maketh, even longer since she's done this sober. But in the end, she remembers. She curls her hand, dragging the pads of her finger through the thatch of hair and then lower. Briefly - absurdly - Maketh wonders if Rey's world uses the same words for sex and fucking as hers does.
Something to ask later.
She smiles. Cups her hand around Rey's cunt, just holding. There was some dirty poetry she read once that described this as holding fruit, perfectly ripe. At the time, Maketh had thought it strange. But apt, in the end.
"You are wonderful," she murmurs, eyes bright, and tips her head back so Rey can kiss her again.
Whatever Rey was expecting, she can't say. It's not like she doesn't know what it feels like, or how it works. Her lack of experience is hardly a testament to her knowledge.
And yet, there's no way that she can say she expected this. The closeness of another body, of feeling their emotion and hunger ebb though her like ripples of heat... Rey has to take a moment, gather her thoughts...
Then to hell with thinking, is her conclusion. Hell with mulling over every action. This is what they both want, right?
So take it.
Rather than mustering an immediate reply, Rey leans in for another kiss, her teeth biting lip a little harder than before with anticipation. All the while her own hand slides down. Exploring her; the way Maketh's body moves to her own touch. Fingers slide under cloth, then hair, then skin. Promising to return the favor.
There's a moment where Rey looks down at Maketh through a heavy, half-lidded gaze. She can feel her face flushed.
"You're..." Rey gasps, words caught in her throat before she steals more kisses between breaths. "I want you, Maketh. So fucking much."
The kiss is hard, all teeth and heat. Maketh leans into it eagerly, shivering against Rey. Likes the hands on her, exploring. Learning the topography and how best to map it out. Maketh grins, sucking on Rey's lip a moment. She rubs her thumb in a slow circle against Rey's cunt, just holding it there. Feeling the heat. The wetness. "Good. You'll have me."
Her free arm tightens around Maketh, nails drawing across the surface of her lower back. Not too hard, but hardly as gentle as they were being before, enough to leave light scrapes. A quiet moan escapes when Rey's kisses become more aggressive, her lips parting for her tongue to meet Maketh's.
She manages to focus just enough to slide her other hand between Maketh's legs, searching at first, tentative. Feeling the payoff of their slow buildup; she can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction as she starts with slow stroking motions.
Now that makes her happy. Makes her confident that she's doing something right. Something good. Rey gradually feels herself becoming more self-assured, her fingers pressing harder against Maketh's snatch. Her strokes quicken, not much, but noticable and she doesn't let go or stop this time. Doesn't tease or withhold anything.
Rey tilts her own head back, letting out a heavy exhale when she does. Her chin rests against the side of Maketh's head. Takes in her scent and vibrations.
Someone learns quickly, Maketh thinks. But that's appropriate, isn't it? This is their wedding night. Gravity ought to shift in the wake of their fucking. Or so the talk goes. Maketh nearly laughs at the absurdity of it all. She settles for moaning into Rey's shoulder, biting down. She can feel her chest heaving, hands shaking even as she increases her speed, tracing lines, pressing up.
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Date: 2017-11-07 03:27 am (UTC)Rey is an excellent marksman. She hits what she means to.
Maketh puts her hands on Rey's face and kisses her back hard.
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Date: 2017-11-07 05:09 am (UTC)The kiss alone is enough to tell her that. Rey would have gasped if Maketh hadn't then taken her breath away, as she returns the kiss with as much fervor as she is met with.
If this proves anything, it's that they're on the same wavelength with what they want...
With an arm propping her upright, Rey slides her other down Maketh's neck, her shoulder. Cupping her chest as she presses herself against the other woman. Exploring skin. The feeling of hers under her own rough palms. Soft and warm. A sensation she doesn't get between clothes.
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Date: 2017-11-07 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-07 06:48 pm (UTC)Yes, she wants this. They both do.
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Date: 2017-11-08 01:14 am (UTC)Good. Maketh kisses her neck, worrying a mark there with her teeth. They're so close now, she can feel everything. Rey's breathing. The heat of her. She draws circles with her thumb against Rey's breast, sighing. Subtle for now. Learning the shape of her.
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Date: 2017-11-08 02:14 am (UTC)Breath catching with the thrill of teeth and touch tempting her senses, she shifts on the couch. Knee slipping between Maketh's thighs as Rey props her wife a few inches from the cushion, her arm strong and slung under Maketh's back. She rests her hand at the hip, thumb teasing the hem of the remaining undergarment in the middle of them.
"Is this okay, right here?" Rey mutters, tilting her head to offer Maketh more skin for her teeth to tread. "You're comfortable?"
She just wants to be sure.
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Date: 2017-11-08 03:38 am (UTC)Beautiful.
Maketh grins. Hopes Rey can feel it against her skin.
"If you do not continue," she says, matter-of-factly, "I will be very displeased!"
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Date: 2017-11-08 04:11 am (UTC)And yet she smirks.
"Displeased?" Rey feigns incredulity. "You'll do... what, huh?"
Although Rey can't help herself but continue, tempting Maketh with every motion of her touch, she also finds herself tempting. Playful. This is fun. This is new. She likes it; she didn't think she would.
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Date: 2017-11-08 05:14 pm (UTC)Because that can be arranged. Maketh isn't usually a tease, but she can adapt, and the feel of Rey's hand on her hip, just resting there is maddening.
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Date: 2017-11-08 06:50 pm (UTC)"Well, I wouldn't... But when you make a face like that, I'm admittedly a little curious."
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Date: 2017-11-09 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-09 02:56 pm (UTC)But as she's allowed herself to take control, there is something truly fun about it. Of taking her partner's breath away with every tease. Their playful banter even helps Rey to ease into the situation more and more.
"What if I am?" Rey places a few careful kisses to the side of Maketh's jaw, down her neck.
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Date: 2017-11-09 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-09 06:31 pm (UTC)She complies, rocking backwards and taking Maketh with her, bringing them both to their knees over the soft cushions. The strength in her body is palpable, as she practically slings her wife in her arms; their bodies pressed close.
"Will that do? I don't want to let you go." She beams.
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Date: 2017-11-10 10:58 pm (UTC)She works her hand free, pressing it against Rey's hip a moment and then sliding lower, a question implicit. "Yes?"
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Date: 2017-11-11 12:00 am (UTC)An involuntary shudder runs through her bones at Maketh's touch. Rey brings her hands back down, resting them over either side of her waist and squeezes.
"Yes," she breathes, pressing her forehead to Maketh's.
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Date: 2017-11-11 12:32 am (UTC)Nothing horribly important.
"Good," Maketh says, softly. She presses down with her other hand, seeking.
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Date: 2017-11-11 01:03 am (UTC)"Yes," Rey hears herself say again, huskier, before kissing and gently nibbling Maketh's lower lip.
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Date: 2017-11-11 02:22 am (UTC)Something to ask later.
She smiles. Cups her hand around Rey's cunt, just holding. There was some dirty poetry she read once that described this as holding fruit, perfectly ripe. At the time, Maketh had thought it strange. But apt, in the end.
"You are wonderful," she murmurs, eyes bright, and tips her head back so Rey can kiss her again.
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Date: 2017-11-11 03:05 am (UTC)And yet, there's no way that she can say she expected this. The closeness of another body, of feeling their emotion and hunger ebb though her like ripples of heat... Rey has to take a moment, gather her thoughts...
Then to hell with thinking, is her conclusion. Hell with mulling over every action. This is what they both want, right?
So take it.
Rather than mustering an immediate reply, Rey leans in for another kiss, her teeth biting lip a little harder than before with anticipation. All the while her own hand slides down. Exploring her; the way Maketh's body moves to her own touch. Fingers slide under cloth, then hair, then skin. Promising to return the favor.
There's a moment where Rey looks down at Maketh through a heavy, half-lidded gaze. She can feel her face flushed.
"You're..." Rey gasps, words caught in her throat before she steals more kisses between breaths. "I want you, Maketh. So fucking much."
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Date: 2017-11-11 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-11 04:07 am (UTC)Her free arm tightens around Maketh, nails drawing across the surface of her lower back. Not too hard, but hardly as gentle as they were being before, enough to leave light scrapes. A quiet moan escapes when Rey's kisses become more aggressive, her lips parting for her tongue to meet Maketh's.
She manages to focus just enough to slide her other hand between Maketh's legs, searching at first, tentative. Feeling the payoff of their slow buildup; she can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction as she starts with slow stroking motions.
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Date: 2017-11-11 04:21 am (UTC)She shivers hard. Angles her hand up ever so slightly even as Rey grows bold with her own.
It's like coming home. She shudders and curses, grabbing at Rey's hair.
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Date: 2017-11-11 04:38 am (UTC)Rey tilts her own head back, letting out a heavy exhale when she does. Her chin rests against the side of Maketh's head. Takes in her scent and vibrations.
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Date: 2017-11-12 03:52 am (UTC)Oh, fuck.
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