mycursedface | aphrodisia

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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From:

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.

Edited Date: 2008-04-30 01:29 am (UTC)

From:

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.

From:

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)

From:

necessary_child

Sam runs his lips along the other side of her body, this time, slowly moving down further and further until his mouth runs over one nipple, tongue flicking lazily against it, teeth grazing very gently over her skin.

From:

mycursedface

This time, it isn't as much of a shock. Her fingers dig in slightly as her breath is caught in her throat, but she has enough presense of mind to keep her claws in.

Still, he does get a soft moan and an arching of her back for his troubles.

From:

necessary_child

Sam grins to himself, and doesn't move further down for the moment, kissing and teasing at her skin instead.

From:

mycursedface

Her fingers move up and tangle in his hair and the squirming...isn't likely to stop, really. And neither is the soft whimpering.

From:

necessary_child

Sam's laughing, softly, as he finally leaves her nipple and kisses on further downwards, trailing his tongue around her bellybutton and slower, slower, further down again.

From:

mycursedface

Slow, slow, too slow damn the man, damn, damn, damn him and "Lucifer," is low and pleading.

Not that she really expects him to speed up - she knows him well enough for that. Instead, she just moves her hands against his back and shoulders impatient, and scrunches the sheets with her toes.

From:

necessary_child

And Sam - grins. And kisses lower.

From:

mycursedface

See, Medusa has claws that slide out of her toes, too.

Sam isn't particularly fond of those sheets, is he?

Edited Date: 2008-05-01 01:52 am (UTC)

From:

necessary_child

Well, if he was, it's a little too late now.

Ah well.

Curious Sam is curious. And kissing her there again, to further the experiment.

Yep, totally an experiment.

In conclusion: experiment.

From:

mycursedface

"Bastard," Medusa informs him, sounding a) breathless and b) cheerful about the matter.

Edited Date: 2008-05-02 05:40 am (UTC)

From:

necessary_child

Sam doesn't say anything - he can't, really.

He just gives her a look of 'me?'; well, as much as he can from this position.

It's a very smirky look.

From:

mycursedface

She rolls her eyes at him - cocky bastard - and then gasps. He is, after all, very good at this, and she's always been a sensual thing at heart. And this...and him...and he...He's very good at this.

(her foot, her right one, scrunched up and tense, is starting to ache)

Which means that while he puts his tongue and mouth to work, Medusa isn't really capable of being snarky. Moaning? Oh, yes. Scratching? Sadly true. Writhing? That too, to the point that the devil has to hold her hips.

(no, no, don't you dare start cramping, foot)

And Medusa talks. Never silent, unless hunting, she sees no reason to start now. So, she talks. She speaks in a polygot babble of Greek and Egyptian and Sanskrit and Tamazight, and she begs in a voice thick and husky with desire.

(She arches her foot, trying to twist it back)

Please, please, Lucifer, pleaseplease don't stop please love, oh, oh, Lucifer, please

(...she hates cramps)

"Please," because it's right...right there and if he stops she'll kill him. She really, really, really will, even if her foot is protesting. Because she's so close, so close and there

(she rakes her claws up his back)

and she cries out, high and wordless.

Edited Date: 2008-05-06 12:27 am (UTC)

From:

necessary_child

And Sam's back arches as her claws gash his skin and his head rocks backwards as she cries out.

And he smirks, nonetheless.

The smugness is almost overwhelming, really.

From:

mycursedface

She doesn't comment. She's too busy wriggling back and sitting up to massage her foot, all the while going, "Ow, ow, ow, ow."

From:

necessary_child

Sam has awkwardly stretched out on the bed, mindful of the marks she's left on his back, and is now grinning wickedly up at her.

From:

mycursedface

He gets a glare.

"The bones in my foot feel as if they are crossed over!" Her voice is shaky, breathless; it matches the fact that her heart is currently beating so hard it nearly hurts. Also that her glare turns into a grin. A crooked, giddy grin because even with the cramping being distracting as all heck...

That felt good. Better then good, in fact.

Feels way better than just 'good', even, and if she wasn't currently massaging her right foot, she'd be luxuriating something shameless.

Edited Date: 2008-05-07 12:13 pm (UTC)