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]

"Oh, really?" Medusa grins crookedly at him.

Kissing is good. Being dry is good. But...

"Bed's thata way."

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, and tugs her towards it.

[mycursedface]

Tug, tug, she can be tugged. She can also, once they get close enough, push. Push him back against the bed because she's a rough thing, push and then lean close to kiss.

And if she has to slide on knee up onto the bed to balance, skin against his leg, she highly doubts he's going to mind.

[necessary_child]

Sam doesn't mind at all. He makes a soft growl of yes and leans back onto the bed and pulls her with him, on top of him.

[mycursedface]

Which does mean that she has to move to get her balance again; one hand against the bed while the other is on his shoulder, a leg either side of him and her wings tilted and flared out.

She kisses his neck, his forehead and then his mouth, pausing only to try and push her still dripping braids out of the way.

"Hi."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins engagingly up at her.

"Hi, yourself."

[mycursedface]

"I..." her voice trails off and she has the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "I...sorta scratched you, didn't I?"

[necessary_child]

"A bit," he agrees. "I didn't mind."

Sam leans up enough to kiss her neck.

"But not too much harder, mmm?"

[mycursedface]

"I'll try," she promises. She can balance like this, one hand free, so her brass claws are ever-so-lightly raked over the skin of his chest, just hard enough to leave a white mark.

[necessary_child]

Sam shivers, faintly.

"Light, Meda."

[mycursedface]

"I am. See, no blood."

[necessary_child]

"Wasn't what I meant," he says, kissing her briefly.

"Meant like an oath."

[mycursedface]

She beams at him, even through the kiss.

"Ah-hah! Good."

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, and runs his hands up her sides.

"Lovely Meda."

[mycursedface]

Grudgingly, her skin goosepimpling under his hands,

"If you say so."

[necessary_child]

"I do say so," Sam says, firmly.

[mycursedface]

"Well, then. I'd be foolish to disagree, wouldn't I?" She asks, kissing him again.

[necessary_child]

"You would be!" he agrees happily, before kissing back.

"Very, very foolish."

Yes.

[mycursedface]

"So," kiss, "I won't," kiss, and her hand slides against his jaw to hold him there.

"Hmm, Luce, could you, um."

[necessary_child]

Enquiringly, "Mmm?"

[mycursedface]

Very, very, very red, "Um, do what you were, um, doing in the shower?"

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, kissing her neck.

"Your wish," between kisses, "is my command."

[mycursedface]

"Oh, good."

It's nice, having an obliging boyfriend. Even if obeying said wish means that Medusa has to move off him to sit on the bed.

...Yeah, that blushing isn't going away anytime soon.

[necessary_child]

Well, that's fine by Sam. She's cute when she blushes, after all, and he's always been a helpful kind of guy.

(...Especially when being helpful pisses off the other guy, but that's really not applicable here. Moving on..)

So he moves forwards again, towards Meda, and picks up from where he left off, kissing along her collarbone and then down further, his movements methodic and unhurried.

[mycursedface]

You know what the brilliant thing about doing all this on a bed? Pillows. Pillows mean she can have a pile just there and just so. Pillows mean that she doesn't have to brace herself and worry about staying up to avoid hurting her wing-joints.

Pillows mean that as he kisses his way down her body, the Gorgon can lean back and just...let him. Let her breathe catch and not have to try and grip at the same time.

(so far, the fingers trailing against his back are gentle, claws sheathed. So far)