She hadn't really been thinking logically. If she had been she'd have realized that they'd pretty much moved or covered all the furniture in the room. Oh well... at least the walls they'd been working on all day were sturdier then what had been there before. This was pretty important as the hand at his waist pushed him up against the wall he'd been focused on just a moment before. Withdrawing from him for a moment, long enough to try and peel the offending tank top off of him, her predatory smirk returned, purring playfully. "Is very important to test that room is actually soundproof, no?"
She didn't leave him much time for a response, hands grasping his jaw as she placed her lips against his in a kiss that managed to be somehow even more aggressive and passionate then the one she'd stolen from him not so long ago. The skin of his now bared chest was hot against her own stomach as she pressed against him but she hardly seemed to mind. When she withdrew finally for breath, her fingers (and the small bit of short feminine nails she had) trailing down his chest, a breathless little laugh escaping her. "Same rules as last time then? If someone passes out then we have to stop?"
At the end of the day it wasn't really that different from sparring. Only the goal now was to inflict pleasure instead of the usual infliction of pain. Aitana was pretty sure she could still make a competition out of that.
tatterpixie
Ha XD heart I'd been expecting a 'what?' so I guess they'll figure out the details later.
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 2:24 pm
Rob's initial response had been automatic, without thinking, as caught by surprise as he was. He never believed that Aitana actually meant anything by her ear nibble and her remarks. That is, until she shoved him up against the wall. His hands splayed out and slapped the wall to catch himself, then reflexively raised over his head as she peeled his shirt from his body and pressed back in on him. Her body felt amazing against his, hot and sleek; he could feel her taut stomach rise and fall against him with her breaths. She was taller than he was, enough so that her chest pushed up against him just below his throat, offering him an up close and personal view.
Before he could answer her, she grabbed his face with her hands and pressed her mouth against his in the most wild and passionate kiss he'd ever experienced in his life. With a soft moan, he returned the kiss enthusiastically, bringing up his hands to glide over her bare back and pull her body closer to his. His eyes remained closed as she came up for air and dragged her fingernails down his chest, his hands still at her waist caressing her skin. When he finally opened his eyes, there was a wicked glint in them. "Yeah," he breathed, a sly smile creeping across his lips, "those rules will work just fine."
Making his move, he reached up and drew her head down with one hand, giving her a bit of her own medicine with an aggressive, hungry kiss of his own. His teeth caught her lower lip and nibbled on if for a second before going back in as the fingers of his free hand teased just beneath the waistband of her shorts along her back.
She had issued the challenge, but he was going to do his damnedest to win this one. Even so, playing to a draw was going to be fun.
Aitana had been ready to offer an even more tangible wager to spur him on, but much to her delight Rob needed no extra incentive to return her passion. Her kiss was meet with equal fire, making what had started as a hungry assault more like a passionate battle. As he pulled her close she showed no resistance, her body shuddering in fact in anticipation as his fingertips slide down her back and caressed her skin. The thought of his hands playing her like one of his instruments, with masterful and deliberate motions to produce the desired sound, was enough to drag a needful moan from her lips.
She barely had a moment to breath and enjoy the delicious expression on his face before Rob went on the attack himself. His aggressiveness and the feeling of his teeth on her lower lip sent a flare of pleasure and lust through her whole body. And in that moment she pressed even harder against him, pressing and grinding her body against his as he remained pressed firmly against the wall. It'd been a little while since she'd been with anyone, but the ache that burned in her wasn't simply because of that. Something about the fact that it was Rob intensified it. Was it because she had bared a little bit of her soul to him and they shared a closeness on that level? Because she knew him more fully, liked him even, and wanted to give him - her friend - as much as she planned on greedily taking? Or perhaps it was even more primal then that, a firm understanding of what he was capable of through their time together as Juno and Puck, and a great lust for him to revisit that enthusiasm and strength on her now. Whatever it was her body burned with lust like a fire that had just been doused in gasoline and there was no stopping now.
Breaking away from his lips, when he finally let her, she wasted no time in peeling the sports bra off of herself, baring her own bronzed chest before pressing it with a soft huff of satisfaction against his milky white one. Aitana had no pretenses of acting coy, she knew exactly what she wanted and was more than happy to vocalize it, a soft moan accompanying the words she whispered as her lips brushed against his ear again before her lips traveled to his neck. "Isso é muito bom. Mais." He only needed her body language to translate - this is very nice. give me more. A knee raised to rest on the wall beside him, her tongue tasting the saltiness of his skin for a long moment before her teeth found the sensitive and thin skin of his neck.
tatterpixie
Indeed, it dawned on me how impulsive the two are after I said it, I should have known better. XD
Anyway - we can go as long as you like or fade to black whenever you want. And up to you whether fading to black ends the rp or if we just time skip to afterwards. I have a slight preference for the later but am good with either. heart
Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:04 pm
It had been some time since Rob had been with anyone as well -- since before he left London. Even so, he had never felt such desire and heat for someone as he felt for Aitana. Yes, she was hot as hell, that was surely part of it -- sexy and fierce and a girl who knew what she wanted and went after it with every fiber of her being. All of that was incredibly exciting to him. But part of it too was that he genuinely liked her, both as Aitana and as Juno. They meshed well, they fought well together, and with the day's conversations about who they were and who each other was, he felt they had really bonded. This was merely the culmination of their bonding.
Reluctantly he released her from his kiss, only to have her peel off her top and press her bare chest against his. This delighted him, and he ran his hands more vigorously up and down her back, stopping at her hips to pull her firmly against him. Leaning his head down briefly, he allowed his tongue to run over her soft bronze cleavage before her breathily murmured words against his ear forced him to arch his neck back in pleasure. His hips moved involuntarily against hers, his desire and lust for her burning hot.
He shivered with a small throaty moan as she nibbled at his neck, eyes closed in absolute pleasure. His fingers, once tentative, slid beneath the waistband of her shorts and caressed her firm backside before sliding back to her hips. She raised one knee to brace against the wall, and he pulled her even closer, grinding against her in rhythm with her movements. At this point it didn't matter to him whether he was winning this little competition or not. As far as he was concerned, they were both winning.
Iris_virus
I think one more tag and we can fade to black! It's pretty evident where they are going with their game XD And I like the idea of fast forwarding to afterwards -- totally works for me! heart
Without the fabric of her shirt in the way anymore the motion of them them rubbing and pressing their bodies together was all the more pleasurable for Aitana, his skin teasing her own. And the feeling only heightened when his head lowered, his tongue running over the sensitive skin. It was a delicate and warm sensation but even when he arched away from her the moisture left behind tingled with a pleasant coolness.
One hand trailed to his side, her fingertips admiring the smooth tauntness of his sides. The other had been placed against the wall along side his head, both to give her stability and for him to lean his head against while her head remained buried in the curve of his neck. Her tongue and lips were focused there, caressing and nibbling at the skin relentlessly, revealing in the noises and reactions he was gifting her with. But as his hands slide into her shorts it was her turn to react, a soft gasp interrupting her motions, followed by another deeper pleased intake of air as his hands guided her hips more steadily against his.
Retreating from his neck Aitana returned her lips to his own almost frantically, unable to repress another deep moan as her tongue sought out his. The motion of his hands strongly guiding her hips against his, the consequential shift and rub of her chest against his, it drove the desire and thought that she needed every inch of herself caressed by his touch. Her kiss was long and passionate, her tongue demanding his attention even though it likely didn't need to. It was only when she felt the burn of her lungs desperately grasping for air that she finally pulled away from him, first her lips, and then her whole body.
Panting for breath, her chest heaving with the quick breaths she stared at him for a long moment, her hands reaching down to brush away his own as she withdrew from him almost an arm's length. Any worries that she might have been stopping them however were short lived as her fingers slid the shorts down her hips in one smooth motion. With a shift and a soft shake of one foot she rid herself of them entirely, giving him only a momentary look of her nude form before she turned from him, calling back over her shoulder. "I do not want to put a hole in the walls we just put up. Be good boy and come over here."
The floor wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, but Aitana wasn't concerned about comfort. It would give them the best leverage and would also leave them unhindered in any motion or position they might find themselves in. And if the fight for dominance between their tongues had been any indication the two might be in for a bit of a tussle when their bodies finally met. She just hoped he wouldn't make her wait long.
tatterpixie
Okie dokie, feel free to fade. heart I can start the time skip in my post unless you'd prefer to do it in yours.
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:50 pm
Rob responded to Aitana's fervent kiss in kind, hungrily and with his entire body, not just his lips and tongue. His hands played her like she was one of his beloved guitars, moving skillfully between her hips and her backside while all the while moving his hips urgently against her. Lost in her kisses and the touch of her body rubbing against his, he let out a moan of pleasure, his need for her growing to a fever pitch.
Just as he was about to shift position so that she was the one backed up against the wall, she withdrew from him, and he gasped slightly, heart pounding in his chest. Had he done something wrong, gone too far too quickly? In an instant his fears were laid to rest when she slid out of her shorts and stood there in front of him. While her usual outfits left fairly little to the imagination, seeing her in the nude was a revelation. She was flawless, sleek and muscular like a big cat, her battle scars only making her more perfect in his eyes.
Then she turned from him and summoned him over her shoulder. "Your wish is my command," he replied throatily with a sly grin. He followed her, unfastening his shorts so he could rid himself of them as well as his boxers. The floor wouldn't be the most comfortable surface he had ever used, but it was the only clear surface in the room. Sliding the offending garments off his hips and onto the floor, he caught up with her and slid his arms around her from behind, nipping at the skin between her shoulder and neck with his teeth and pressing up against her so she could feel his nude body on her skin. He moved his hands down to her taut stomach then up over her hips, grasping them and pushing his hips against her rear.
He had no intention of making her wait. His urgent need for her wouldn't let him.
Iris_virus
Aaaand fade to black! heart I'll leave it to you to start the time skip. ^__^
Aitana was unsure what time it was or how long the two had been laying strewn across the floor in the tangled mess of intertwined limbs that the pair had eventually collapsed into. After a full day of working the vigorious tryst had been exhausting, and though obviously neither party had actually 'passed out' there had become a point when the two had simply collapsed together in weary contentment. There was never going to be any loser in this contest, both clearly winners.
The Brazilian, for one, had been in no hurry to part even after her breathing had settled from a breathy pant back to her normal pace. Had she not been so tired she would probably be harassing him more, crawling over him to tease him with a sultry Mais, mais, mais. But for once Aitana actually felt it unlikely that she could take much more right away, and it was the grumble of her stomach that confirmed that fact - a protest at the lack of food in her stomach after the expenditure of so many calories in the past few hours. The sound illicited a soft snort from Aitana who shifted a little to position herself mostly beside Rob.
She could feel her thighs still shivering, her legs weak, which only furthered her desire not to try to move and her attention turned to a particularly deep set of scratches along his side. Her fingers traced the outline softly and it was hard to tell if she actually felt bad about it or was simply admiring her handiwork. Until her lips finally pressed against the wound with an uncharacteristic tenderness, a silent apology. Releasing one final heavy sigh Aitana attempted to finally try and rouse herself.
"I had thought that you might be good at such things, but I have no disappointments." She crooned happily after a moment, attempting to stroke his ego. It was a well deserved stroking after all, not that he really needed it. The joke about testing the soundproof nature of the room hadn't been entirely untruthful, Aitana had been very vocal with her appreciation earlier. "We will have to do again sometime, yes?" God help her if he didn't answer with a yes.
"And real sparring too of course," she added after a moment with a wide grin. "Because I enjoy that very much too."
"We should probably get up and finish working though...." Really she was trying to convince and will herself up as much as she was trying to convince him.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:32 pm
Sprawled next to Aitana on the floor, Rob gave a deeply contented sigh, a slight smile playing across his lips as his breathing and heart rate slowed back to normal, his body still intertwined with hers. He was pretty exhausted, but it was a good exhaustion. She had really given him a run for his money -- and they had really given the soundproofing of the studio itself a good shakedown, so to speak. He had done his fair share of vocalizing his pleasure as well. He might just have to soundproof his bedroom at this rate, since the studio was going to be in use again and his bed was considerably more comfortable than the hard floor.
He heard Aitana's stomach rumble and her subsequent snort and felt her shift position, and he looked over at her. She was magnificent, truly, both in the beauty of her body and how she used it. He had never had physical encounters with the opposite sex like he'd just had over the last few hours. Hell, he couldn't believe they'd been at it for that long, though when he thought about it he wasn't surprised. It had been a competition after all, and if there was one thing he had learned about the Brazilian it was that she was incredibly competitive. Although he observed the same thing about this particular competition as she had: there were no losers, only winners.
Brown eyes watched her trace her finger over the deep scratches on his side -- one of many battle wounds they had both left on each other. Her body was littered with small bruises and bite marks from where he had marked his passion on her, and he was sure his was too. He felt her tender kiss on the wounds and his arm curled around to caress her shoulder. He was pretty sure at this point they were going to leave a scar. Not that he minded; he had earned every scratch.
He looked up at her again and greeted her with a huge grin. "Oh, absolutely we'll have to do it again," he murmured. "I was not disappointed either. Good lord no." Sliding his arm around her, he pulled her close so that she partially rested on his chest and kissed her forehead. "And actual sparring, yeah, of course. That's fun too." He liked anything he did with her, truth be told.
Rob gave another deep sigh. "You're right, we probably should get up and get back to work. We're so close to being done. I don't care about mudding the walls or painting or any of that s**t -- I only have a few more screws to put in on that drywall and we can start tidying up, really. If you want to get started on that…" He didn't move, though. He was content just to lay on the floor with her.
Instead of getting up, like she was supposed to be doing, Aitana let herself become comfortable as he curled his arm around her, her chest settling half-propped onto his as he kissed her. Everything about him was comfortable. Physically it felt nice to touch him, heat radiated from his body and he had a softness to him that she found she quite liked. His body was not as visibly toned as hers, it had an almost fae-like softness with just a little definition, it was truly like the best of both worlds in her opinion. And her nerves were still tingling each time he touched her, even in the most innocent of ways. Rob was emotionally comfortable too though, and that was strange and wonderful too in some way.
There was some visible delight on her face when he agreed to a future rematch, in both venues, a pleased smirk settling on her lips. And when he mentioned putting off the mudding and painting for later she teased mildly. "Ahh, making excuses for me to come back again hmmm?" It was just a joke though, she needed no incentive or reason to want to hang out with him, even if they just sat around and did absolutely nothing at all. And besides, mudding and paint was a job he could probably do on his own in an afternoon.
"I can start cleaning, yes." But even in her agreement she didn't move, comfortably propped and cuddled up against him. "In a few more minutes."
tatterpixie
*snickers* I had meant all the hours of working on the room + the other stuff but hey attaboy Rob - no wonder she was impressed and they are exhausted. heart XD
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:36 pm
"Yeah, in a few more minutes." Rob nestled Aitana comfortably against him and sighed with contentment. He liked the feel of her body against his, even just laying on the floor like this. She was sleek and toned and soft in just the right places and her skin was so smooth and warm and tingly to the touch. He was no athlete -- what toning his body had was all from playing music, especially drums and especially punk music, and from the work he'd done on the house -- but he could appreciate the work put into keeping oneself fit. He was deeply enjoying the sensation.
And he liked her mentally and emotionally too. She was a special girl -- no, woman. He'd been with girls, and they were callow and giggly and there was nothing fulfilling about any of them, in bed or out of it. Maybe it was that he and Aitana had the extra thing going on with both being senshi, bonding with each other over battle. Whatever it was, it made him happy.
"You can come back anytime you like, for any reason," he laughed. "Open invitation." He didn't move either, despite the remaining work to do on the room. It wasn't much that was left to do, he'd be able to finish what needed finishing and help her clean and set the place up again for use and they'd be done in maybe half an hour. But it was too nice just laying there cuddling with her.
Finally after several more minutes he freed his arm from her and rubbed her back lightly. "Yeah, we should probably get up. Get cleaned up and decent before Sid comes home."
The few minutes felt like forever in some ways and like little more than a breath in others, but when he rubbed her back and finally began to stir she too obliged sitting up with a stretch and a groan. First stretch a little and then she'd worry about hunting for her clothing. But not before attempting to tease the blonde a little. "Have you come to think that I am decent Rob? I have been told I am quite ahh... indecent." She tested the word, trying to remember if it should be that or not-decent. In the end both were kind of a funny, the attempted joke and the look on her face as she debated whether she'd delivered it correctly.
She seemed unphased though either way finally making her way all the way up, eyes scanning the floor for. It didn't take long to spot the shorts and sports bra in the bare room, and after a few moments she was dressed once more, hands on her hips as she surveyed the work left for her. Aitana was not entirely sure how she could feel both exhausted and invigorated, but she was going to take advantage of the later as long as it lasted.
Picking up the tin filled with screws she began to make her way around the room, leaning to pick up any screws, nails, or sharp bits that had managed to fall and get lost while they were busy taking things apart and putting them back together. Once she was done with that she'd move on to the bigger stuff - but by then Rob might be done anyway. He could do the boring sweeping when he was done.
Her conversation at that point turned friendly once more, just as it had always been before she'd blindsided him earlier. If there was any weirdness to be felt because of it it wouldn't be from her. The changes to their relationship, in her mind, were subtle if anything. He was still her friend, just a really really really good one that she shared a little more with then others. Okay so her best one. "When do you think you will have this all finished and using?" He had explained to her earlier that they used it to practice and maybe even to record some things. "Do you have to split in sections with Sid or do you just share things?"
tatterpixie
It's alllll good, I am unfortunately vague sometimes and it is amusing. Plus they are totally the type to play off each other and want to show each other up so it makes sense. heart
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:56 pm
Rob laughed at Aitana's joke as he stretched and stood himself. "Oh, you are more than decent, love. And indecent as well." He thought back to some of the things they had done, her flexibility and hunger, and it almost made him want a rematch right then and there. But there was work to do, so after a brief search to locate his tank shirt he retrieved his boxers and shorts from the floor and got dressed again.
Moving to stand next to her, he surveyed the room. They had done quite a bit of work before they got sidetracked: framing was done, door was hung, insulation was up, drywall was up over it, even on the ceiling, just a few more screws to secure one of the walls and they'd be done. Not bad for a day's work, interrupted as it had been by their tryst.
He watched her pick up stray bits of construction flotsam and smiled. It was hard to believe that not that long ago they had been entangled in one another, lost in the throes of passion. She was something else, he decided -- friend, sparring partner, and now lover. A brief flash of concern crossed his face. Would this change anything between them? He really hoped it didn't; he liked her too much for their friendship to have been ruined by sex. And yet he hoped there would be more encounters like the one they'd just had, many more.
He needn't have worried about their friendship, though, because she went right back to their conversation as though nothing had happened. Smiling again, he watched her a little bit longer then turned to go back to the wall he'd been working on before he'd been pleasantly distracted by her. He felt good, and not just because he'd gotten laid like he'd never been laid before. He still had his friend, and that was in the end the most important thing.
"We'll be able to use it as soon as we set the equipment up again. I don't think I'm going to bother with mudding and paint, we're neither of us that picky about where we play, Sid and me." Returning to his work, he powered up his electric screwdriver.and screwed in another drywall screw. "Only reason I put up the insulation was so me mum and dad next door wouldn't be disturbed," he grinned. "We do share stuff, though we both have our own mixing boards and such. Hers is more for making her DJ mixes -- mine's a bit more advanced since I use it for recording."
It was a double victory. She'd chosen the correct word and more importantly she'd amused him, his laughter and returned tease inspiring a soft chuckle and wide grin from her. For as much as he seemed to like her accent and occasional Portuguese, Aitana really did like how he spoke. Both the subtle difference in the way his own accent made the English he spoke unique and also that silly 'love' that he seemed to tack onto everything. It didn't really matter that he probably used the word on everyone, that it was likely as instinctive as breathing was. She liked it anyway.
The sound of the screwdriver caught her attention momentarily, her eyes drifting back to Rob for a moment as she stood placing yet another screw into the little tin in her hand. Just a momentary appreciation, her own thoughts (and perhaps instant replays) saved for the most part until she got home. Right now she was simply contented, satiated, not just physically but emotionally as well in a way she hadn't felt for a very long time.
"Are we moving things back in when we are done or are you and Sid doing?" She asked as she went back to work, giving one more glance around before setting the tin down to move onto gathering some of the non metal debris into the trash bag they'd been using throughout the day. Moving everything back in wouldn't be that hard or take that long, but she hadn't forgotten the grumbling of her stomach.
When he mentioned his parents however, a smile quirked on her face. He had mentioned earlier that his parents lived next door, something she'd found quite interesting and neat. Despite how physically far from her own parents she was and had been over the past years it wasn't ever because she had a desire to leave them or be away from them. She loved her parents and still enjoyed semi-frequent calls with them. But now, with the events of the evening still fresh on mind she couldn't help but muse playfully - a soft hum making no attempt to hide her innuendo. "Would not want to disturb your parents or let them know how very loud you can be..." She supposed that nixed any moonlit rendezvous in his garden backyard.
tatterpixie
Oh things are going to change - He might get some congratulatory a** slaps sometimes instead of/as well as the regular fist bumps. ;D
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 12:43 pm
"I think I can talk Sid into doing it," Rob replied, inserting another screw into the drywall. "I want to show off our hard work anyway." He glanced over his shoulder at Aitana and smiled at her before returning to the task at hand. She was something else -- gorgeous, hot, fierce, a good friend, a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. He felt deeply contented as well, both physically and emotionally; he hadn't felt this way in a very long time.
His stomach growled, distracting him from this thoughts. He realized they hadn't eaten anything all afternoon, and who knows how long they had been down here. (He noted to himself to install a clock in the studio.) There wasn't much food in the house -- there never was, really. He'd have to take her out somewhere when they were done, or order some sort of take-away dinner once they were done and cleaned up a little.
He caught her innuendo and turned back to her with a wry grin, reddening slightly. "You can be rather loud yourself, love." The same thought crossed his mind -- that left out having any fun out in the garden.
Putting in the last screw, he shut off the screwdriver and stretched as he assessed his and Aitana's work. "I think we're done except for the sweeping. Not bad for an afternoon's labor."
The bit of red on his face was enough to deepen her smirk, Aitana giving a playful shrug of her shoulders as she teased him further. "Ahh.. but I do not care if your parents hear me. And I am pretty sure I am not loud enough to be heard all the way in Brazil."
It was actually true. She didn't really care if someone did hear her, she was not easily embarrassed. If anything she'd wear it like a badge of honor. But thankfully Aitana had just enough good sense and empathy to realize that it was slightly different for her friend, especially with the particular audience she was teasing him over. And after a moment her teasing was apparent, offering him a mild wink.
Laughing a little bit she stretched a moment before looking from the trash bag in her hands to the room around her. All that remained was dust and debris small enough to be swept into a dustpan. Rob was right, the sight was pretty satisfying, to complete things in one day instead of slaving away at the same damned site for weeks at a time. "We did good job." She agreed, stepping over to his side.
tatterpixie
Don't worry Rob - it's totally a sports thing - totally innocent. >_>
Did you want to actually have them go get food and stuff or just work this towards a wrap in the next couple of posts? heart
