"Reading is quiet." She offered a little huff as she pulled away enough to peer up at his face. "Even if I'd have to ask you questions about stuff that confused me."
Which she would do if she started reading up on cinema.
"...how...intense of a night are you thinking? I...want to make sure you have...fun." She moved her hand to lightly touch his arm, and rub her thumb against his upper arm.
"I don't show you things I don't like," he said, and kissed her again. He kept it soft for now. He knew how to build up to more, and for this he planned to start slow.
He's had the chance to learn her body, and has always used that in their encounters. This was simply a different way to use his knowledge.
She huffed gently, but melted under the kiss. It wasn't what she meant, but...well. She didn't want to quibble over the point, when things were going well. By going well, he was kissing her, and she liked that, so very very much.
Slowly, Aerith pulled out slowly from the kiss, her hand moving over his back.
"On the bed?" She offered, before she moved to lean up and kissed him.
"Yes." He sat down on the bed, reaching to pull her into his lap for another kiss. He tilted his head to kiss the corner of her jaw, and then her neck. There's no press of teeth, but it's an echo of other times they've sat in a similar fashion. And as intimate as being drunk from could be, right now there's not any loss of blood to tire her.
He kept a hand on her waist to keep her balanced, as he used the other to pull up her shirt. "Let me take this off." In the moment, it was the only piece of clothing he went to remove.
She went onto his lap easily, light and willing. She was used to sitting on his lap by now, comfortable and close. And despite the lack of teeth, her hips still rolled forward, and she offered a silent gasp. Seemed that despite the agreement not to bite, not to give blood, she still reacted with excitement and want.
"Oh-oh yes. Okay." She swallowed, flushed, and made to lean back a little to help him pull off her shirt. Maybe next time she came over, she'd wear a button up.
Old habits died hard, and this couldn't exactly be called a reaction to an old habit. He kissed down her neck in a light trail down to her shoulder. Gentle, and without shifting to offer more friction as her hips moved forward.
Once her shirt was removed, he turned his attention to tracing her bare skin with his fingers. His hands were cooler than usual, though not unnaturally cold. Down her back and running his hand up her side up to her chest. He ran a thumb across a nipple, his mouth at her throat again.
As she'd suggested, he wasn't looking for a quiet night.
It was certainly a new habit, one that had been trained and encouraged in the past month. And one that she thought was her own fault.
It didn't feel very quiet at all. Not from his cool touch over her skin, or the way he focused on her neck, light and sweet as the touch was. The teeth weren't coming out, but she still squirmed, trying for that sweet friction.
Her nipple rose under his touch, and she made to rub her hands over his shoulders, his arms, drifting down to his sides.
There were few habits easier to train than ones that felt quite so good, and Armand didn't see any fault in encouraging it. What's wrong with relief in a world with so little of it?
Armand knew how to make her squirm, and this time he left her there for now instead of pushing further. He kissed his way up the other side of her neck, lingering at the edge of her jaw a moment before returning to her mouth. He ran thumb over her nipple and down the side of her breast. He rubs circles on her hip where he's settled his hand.
He also kept her still, pressing her back down if she tried to move forward. Touch turning too gentle to offer greater relief.
Concerning everything was so miserable right now, and he could help her forget a little while...why not indulge, go with this habit.
But he was making her squirm, knew exactly how much pressure to keep her still. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking over his back, but not pulling him close. That would get in the way of his hand, and the hand on her breast.
It might have made her kiss was a little more fierce, firmer then she would have been normally. It was so sweet, very gentle, and usually she liked him gentle.
Armand was used to acting for the sake of other people. It's one of the few ways that did push him to take action. He didn't see any reason to think about it.
He was always gentle, and that hasn't changed. Even as he proved how teasing a gentle touch could be. His hand left her breast for her cheek as she kissed him a touch more fiercely. He could feel the heat of her body, running far hotter than him in the room's mild temperature.
But he let up on the pressure so that she could move a little more as he stroked her back.
Armand could focus on Aerith, and Aerith could focus on pleasure. It was a win win situation for both of them, really.
His coolness helped, and she settled as she was given more leeway to move. Her kiss gentled, and she kept the motions of her hips slight, moving to lean against him chest to chest.
Her hands went from fisting his shirt, to slowly stroking his back. It seemed all she wanted, was just a little bit of relief.
He helped her settle, his hand steady against her back as he kissed her. He let the relief sink in, as she pressed against them and grew cooler again. He let time pass like that, just enjoying the gentle exchange, before his hands slid down to her hips. He settled them there, his palms steady but long fingers rubbing the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt and occasionally slipping under the fabric.
His touch was light, but as certain as his movements always were.
Her touch felt good. Fire was dangerous to vampires, and yet when that had been the source of heat and light the desire for warmth had been enough to stand by them back when there were less 'modern' conveniences available. Armand had spent centuries down in the cold and dark, and he never wanted to return. So he soaked in the warmth of her and the feeling of the nails on his back.
It didn't make his movements any less deliberate. From the start, his experience had always been clear. He was well practiced in taking people to bed, and quick to learn her body.
His fingers sliding against her skirt waistband wouldn't be an wholly innocent touch in any case, but they carry too the reminder of what he could - and has - done.
The coolness of his skin was something she was getting used to. He normally felt much warmer after drinking her blood, sharing her heat. But maybe she could simply keep him warm by staying close.
He knew her body, what made her writhe against him. How easily she could be reminded of the things they had done, what he had done to heat them both up.
She pulled out of the kiss slowly, kissing his cheek, traveling down his jaw, so she could slowly, carefully, bite his neck without piercing skin.
Never let it be said that a vampire couldn't enjoy being bitten. Depending on the vampire and who was doing the biting, there were vampires that wouldn't let the biter live long enough to manage to say that they didn't enjoy it. Armand didn't fall into that category.
Armand liked being bitten. Aerith didn't have the teeth to do it properly, even if she wasn't being careful. Hers could pierce skin, but lack incisors that allow vampires to cut so easily. But the comparative bluntness has it's benefits, especially if she bit a little harder.
He rewarded her choice by pushing down her skirt, and discarding it on the floor. With his arm under her, he lifted her slightly so he could move his legs so she was straddling them rather than sitting his lap. He caressed the newly bare skin, as he spread his legs slightly so that she'd need to hold onto him to keep steady.
It seemed she accidentally stumbled into something she needed to do more often.
Aerith made a small noise of surprise, letting go as she felt her skirt hit the floor.
She ended up spreading her legs, clasping onto him with her thighs as her fingers latched onto his back. She couldn't break skin with her nails- they were too blunt, too short for gardening.
He could still enjoy the sensation of them digging in as she sought to keep her balance.
Armand didn't make it easier for her to catch her balance as he ran his hands down her legs, enjoying the blunt nails against his back. It's not the easiest position to give someone a massage but knew where to press his thumbs against her lower legs to work at muscles as he worked his way back up towards her thighs.
He rubs his hands against her upper thighs, too, though he wouldn't pretend that his intentions were to make her particularly relaxed. But he did put an arm around her to help support her again.
Her breath caught. She didn't know where he learned how to massage, but he knew where to press his thumbs, rub with his fingers- had her legs always felt so tense?- so she would feel her muscles soothed. Doing exactly what he wanted, even if she wasn't sure what was on his mind.
She was never quite sure what Armand was thinking.
"Like this?" Aerith leaned back against his arm, making her back arch. She had to let him go, and her hands went back , touching his thighs. He might need both hands for whatever he had planned.
"Yes, exactly." She was almost fully undressed, but he would say exposed only because she was doing as he asked. She did as he said, and so he could take care of her as she wanted. It allowed him a certain sublimation of the self, one that he has embraced with some frequency over the years.
He smiled at her. There was no need for her to know what's on his mind. He twisted so that with just a bit of help from her he could lower her to lie on the bed smoothly rather than dropping her back.
"Do your best to remain still." And he'll do his best to make that as difficult as possible. He moved over her with what could be slightly agonizing slowness, as if he was looking for places she's sensitive for the first time, except that instead he simply lingers over them.
He could feel every move she made on his lap, of course, but on her back brings a layer of more visible exposure.
It was an exchange. If she did what he asked, he would give her what she wanted. It was a gentle, almost effortless surrender-for both of her.
All of her felt so exposed- the scar from her death especially, the skin faded over the past year to a soft pink. The motion, smooth and careful, still had her raise her arms, and rest them by her head.
"Remain still? Armand..." It was impossible. He knew it was impossible. She ended up closing her eyes, head tilting back as he went over her body.
Aerith always tried to do what he asked. But her hips shifted, especially when he touched in certain spots he knew she was sensitive to- and she gasped, and her hips jerked, hard in reaction to being touched in a particular spot he very well knew made her flustered.
They were both well aware it was impossible, which was one reason Armand only said to try her best. He knew that would be enough. He paused every time she moved, just for a moment but it's a teasing reminder of his 'request'.
He knew her well, and she knew he could push her over the edge. Now, he proved his words that he could do the opposite as well. The slight pauses in between involuntary movements and then a sudden stop.
He sat up, moving back from where he had been leaning over her. He didn't look completely untouched, but her hold on him didn't change that he didn't sweat or his overall control, and the comparison beside Aerith made it stand out.
"What was it you said? I could finish my book." He ran his hand over her ankle as if it wasn't already obvious he was teasing. He didn't feel that made it less amusing.
She was trying her best, and he knew how exactly to push her to react and just...want. But she tried to stay still when he reminded her, teasing or not, even if she involuntarily shook from the tension.
She ended up laying there, flushed, fingers curled into her palms. In comparison, she looked like a right mess, riled up and clearly wanting more.
"That was before you decided to not have a quiet night." She could feel her ankle twitch under his touch, and she huffed up at him. "Very clearly."
Her arms shifted, ready to prop herself up on her elbows. "Because...I think you decided tonight you were going to tease me senseless. I'm going to need an extra long cold shower if you stop."
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Date: 2025-08-04 06:48 am (UTC)Which she would do if she started reading up on cinema.
"...how...intense of a night are you thinking? I...want to make sure you have...fun." She moved her hand to lightly touch his arm, and rub her thumb against his upper arm.
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Date: 2025-08-04 07:03 am (UTC)He's had the chance to learn her body, and has always used that in their encounters. This was simply a different way to use his knowledge.
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Date: 2025-08-04 08:13 pm (UTC)Slowly, Aerith pulled out slowly from the kiss, her hand moving over his back.
"On the bed?" She offered, before she moved to lean up and kissed him.
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Date: 2025-08-04 08:27 pm (UTC)He kept a hand on her waist to keep her balanced, as he used the other to pull up her shirt. "Let me take this off." In the moment, it was the only piece of clothing he went to remove.
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Date: 2025-08-04 08:41 pm (UTC)"Oh-oh yes. Okay." She swallowed, flushed, and made to lean back a little to help him pull off her shirt. Maybe next time she came over, she'd wear a button up.
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Date: 2025-08-04 08:55 pm (UTC)Once her shirt was removed, he turned his attention to tracing her bare skin with his fingers. His hands were cooler than usual, though not unnaturally cold. Down her back and running his hand up her side up to her chest. He ran a thumb across a nipple, his mouth at her throat again.
As she'd suggested, he wasn't looking for a quiet night.
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Date: 2025-08-04 09:32 pm (UTC)It didn't feel very quiet at all. Not from his cool touch over her skin, or the way he focused on her neck, light and sweet as the touch was. The teeth weren't coming out, but she still squirmed, trying for that sweet friction.
Her nipple rose under his touch, and she made to rub her hands over his shoulders, his arms, drifting down to his sides.
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Date: 2025-08-04 09:52 pm (UTC)Armand knew how to make her squirm, and this time he left her there for now instead of pushing further. He kissed his way up the other side of her neck, lingering at the edge of her jaw a moment before returning to her mouth. He ran thumb over her nipple and down the side of her breast. He rubs circles on her hip where he's settled his hand.
He also kept her still, pressing her back down if she tried to move forward. Touch turning too gentle to offer greater relief.
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Date: 2025-08-04 10:16 pm (UTC)But he was making her squirm, knew exactly how much pressure to keep her still. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking over his back, but not pulling him close. That would get in the way of his hand, and the hand on her breast.
It might have made her kiss was a little more fierce, firmer then she would have been normally. It was so sweet, very gentle, and usually she liked him gentle.
But she usually got to move a little more too.
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Date: 2025-08-04 11:02 pm (UTC)He was always gentle, and that hasn't changed. Even as he proved how teasing a gentle touch could be. His hand left her breast for her cheek as she kissed him a touch more fiercely. He could feel the heat of her body, running far hotter than him in the room's mild temperature.
But he let up on the pressure so that she could move a little more as he stroked her back.
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Date: 2025-08-04 11:57 pm (UTC)His coolness helped, and she settled as she was given more leeway to move. Her kiss gentled, and she kept the motions of her hips slight, moving to lean against him chest to chest.
Her hands went from fisting his shirt, to slowly stroking his back. It seemed all she wanted, was just a little bit of relief.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:17 am (UTC)His touch was light, but as certain as his movements always were.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:40 am (UTC)His light touch on her waist made made her shiver, pressing her body firmly against his front before going still.
Or trying to. The deliberation was making her feel very aware of how easy it would be to pull it down, and off.
She tried not to squirm too much. Instead, she focused on pulling up his shirt so she could run her palms and short nails against his back.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:55 am (UTC)It didn't make his movements any less deliberate. From the start, his experience had always been clear. He was well practiced in taking people to bed, and quick to learn her body.
His fingers sliding against her skirt waistband wouldn't be an wholly innocent touch in any case, but they carry too the reminder of what he could - and has - done.
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Date: 2025-08-05 01:33 am (UTC)He knew her body, what made her writhe against him. How easily she could be reminded of the things they had done, what he had done to heat them both up.
She pulled out of the kiss slowly, kissing his cheek, traveling down his jaw, so she could slowly, carefully, bite his neck without piercing skin.
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Date: 2025-08-05 01:53 am (UTC)Armand liked being bitten. Aerith didn't have the teeth to do it properly, even if she wasn't being careful. Hers could pierce skin, but lack incisors that allow vampires to cut so easily. But the comparative bluntness has it's benefits, especially if she bit a little harder.
He rewarded her choice by pushing down her skirt, and discarding it on the floor. With his arm under her, he lifted her slightly so he could move his legs so she was straddling them rather than sitting his lap. He caressed the newly bare skin, as he spread his legs slightly so that she'd need to hold onto him to keep steady.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:09 am (UTC)Aerith made a small noise of surprise, letting go as she felt her skirt hit the floor.
She ended up spreading her legs, clasping onto him with her thighs as her fingers latched onto his back. She couldn't break skin with her nails- they were too blunt, too short for gardening.
He could still enjoy the sensation of them digging in as she sought to keep her balance.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:31 am (UTC)He rubs his hands against her upper thighs, too, though he wouldn't pretend that his intentions were to make her particularly relaxed. But he did put an arm around her to help support her again.
"Lean back," he said, softly.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:38 am (UTC)She was never quite sure what Armand was thinking.
"Like this?" Aerith leaned back against his arm, making her back arch. She had to let him go, and her hands went back , touching his thighs. He might need both hands for whatever he had planned.
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Date: 2025-08-05 03:03 am (UTC)He smiled at her. There was no need for her to know what's on his mind. He twisted so that with just a bit of help from her he could lower her to lie on the bed smoothly rather than dropping her back.
"Do your best to remain still." And he'll do his best to make that as difficult as possible. He moved over her with what could be slightly agonizing slowness, as if he was looking for places she's sensitive for the first time, except that instead he simply lingers over them.
He could feel every move she made on his lap, of course, but on her back brings a layer of more visible exposure.
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Date: 2025-08-05 03:54 am (UTC)All of her felt so exposed- the scar from her death especially, the skin faded over the past year to a soft pink. The motion, smooth and careful, still had her raise her arms, and rest them by her head.
"Remain still? Armand..." It was impossible. He knew it was impossible. She ended up closing her eyes, head tilting back as he went over her body.
Aerith always tried to do what he asked. But her hips shifted, especially when he touched in certain spots he knew she was sensitive to- and she gasped, and her hips jerked, hard in reaction to being touched in a particular spot he very well knew made her flustered.
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:05 am (UTC)He knew her well, and she knew he could push her over the edge. Now, he proved his words that he could do the opposite as well. The slight pauses in between involuntary movements and then a sudden stop.
He sat up, moving back from where he had been leaning over her. He didn't look completely untouched, but her hold on him didn't change that he didn't sweat or his overall control, and the comparison beside Aerith made it stand out.
"What was it you said? I could finish my book." He ran his hand over her ankle as if it wasn't already obvious he was teasing. He didn't feel that made it less amusing.
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:15 am (UTC)She ended up laying there, flushed, fingers curled into her palms. In comparison, she looked like a right mess, riled up and clearly wanting more.
"That was before you decided to not have a quiet night." She could feel her ankle twitch under his touch, and she huffed up at him. "Very clearly."
Her arms shifted, ready to prop herself up on her elbows. "Because...I think you decided tonight you were going to tease me senseless. I'm going to need an extra long cold shower if you stop."
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