aphrodisia

[mycursedface]

Medusa is not, contrary to evidence, asleep.

No.

She merely has her eyes shut and is thinking.

While curled up on Sam's bed, head cushioned on her arm, giving all the appearances of being asleep.

Yes.

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[mycursedface]

"Um. True. But, you know, if we made it last, I might be able to convince them..."

[necessary_child]

He kisses her neck, this time.

"I'd sooner get there first, really. At least then if they killed me I'd die happy."

[mycursedface]

Almost fiercely,

"They're not going to kill you."

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs. "Probably not. But it'd be a pretty good way to go."

[mycursedface]

"Idiot," but her tone is fond.

[necessary_child]

"And you say the sweetest things, you know that?"

[mycursedface]

"Yep."

She leans up and kisses him lightly, fingers on his jaw.

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses her back, appreciatively, his hands running down her sides again and over her rear.

[mycursedface]

Which makes her move closer, makes the snakes twist against each other and her claws skate down his arm.

"I do, mm, want to talk to you," Medusa says, a little distracted.

[necessary_child]

"Talk to me later," Sam murmurs, kissing down her neck.

[mycursedface]

He doesn't get an answer, not exactly. The Gorgon whimpers softly, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

[necessary_child]

Sam grins against her skin, kissing down lower, his hands trailing down her sides, lower and lower until he slides one nipple into his mouth.

[mycursedface]

Medusa gasps his name at the feeling of his mouth there, and those claws on his shoulder dig in.

(she isn't really aware of it)

"Lucifer!"

[necessary_child]

Sam doesn't move right away but grins up at her cheekily, tongue flicking against her skin.

Unspoken: Me?

[mycursedface]

Her fingers are moving restlessly againgst his shoulders, moving just for the sake of moving because she needs to move and really can't. Not if she wants him to keep doing that and she does, oh, oh, she does.

She would glare, would roll her eyes and mutter something short and insulting, but at the moment...

Well, she can whimper at him.

[necessary_child]

Sam gets the idea, nonetheless, so he continues, kissing and lapping and teasing at her skin with his mouth, even as his hand skims up her hip and side to give her other nipple similar attentions.

[mycursedface]

Absently, Medusa thinks that they are probably wasting water. Lovely warm water, though, and as his thumb brushes her other nipple, all thoughts regarding the waste of aforemention water are promptly forgotten.

It's just a little hard to think, after all.

Even if it does feel like her knees are going to give way very, very soon.

[necessary_child]

Probably! But Sam's bank account can take it.

He grins to himself, lips still at work on her skin, eventually leaving her breasts and travelling down lower still.

"You may," he advises between kisses, "Want to lean back. A little."

[mycursedface]

"I...I have wings, I-" Can probably move back against the wall. Because she is, wings notwithstanding (it's fine as long as all her weight isn't on them, fine as long as she isn't being held down. She thinks, anyway), with her fingers curled around the rod supporting the shower head. And where is he-

Oh.

Oh.

"You're a very, very bad man, you know that?" Medusa asks, her normally clear voice more than a little husky.

[necessary_child]

"I've heard things," Sam says cheerfully against her skin, hands trailing down her sides to her hips as he kneels.

[mycursedface]

"Well, um. That bit's true."

Even if he doesn't do anything, thinking is once again very, very hard.

[necessary_child]

Sam snorts.

"I'm practically angelic, thank you."

Well, just because the rest of the world is very, very wrong about what the angels Sam knew tended to get up to...

Only that's not quite the point right now, because Sam is kissing down again, dipping his tongue in at her bellybutton before kissing down more slowly. And then dipping his tongue in again, only not at her bellybutton this time.

[mycursedface]

Medusa's head had been bent forwards, watching him as she had moved back. But when he kisses her there, between her legs where all that fire and desire had concentrate, she throws her head back with a wordless cry.

(her head doesn't slam back against the tiles, but it's a near thing)

Being silent is for other people, it seems. Other people who don't have claws that are scratching their boyfriend's shoulder.

[necessary_child]

Sam growls as her claws dig in but smirks nonetheless, and kisses her again.

[mycursedface]

Dimly, she becomes aware of just what she is doing to him. Her claws retract, but her hand stays where it is. She can't lean back, not stay back; it hurts, it's uncomfortable, and it's hard to balance and-

"Sssssor-sssorry. Lussscifer, Luce..."

- if he stops, she may have to kill him. But it's hard to stay standing. But anything else would involve moving away and.

Well, Medusa has a problem. It's one that Sam isn't helping. Oh, no. Not in the slightest.