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womanofvalue

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From:

theriomorphism

Skin and fur, though not nearly as much as it could be. Count your blessings.

[Grinning, he moved to slide a hand around her waist, pulling her in closer as he kissed her back. Because skin to skin contact was a blessing, and the taste of her against his lips had him humming a pleased little sound.]

From:

womanofvalue

[Peggy does like the languid kissing, even if she's trying to slowly nudge her way to being on top of Lucas, even though she eases back with a sharp inhalation.]

Fur? All over fur?

From:

theriomorphism

[He felt her draw back, even as she tried to work her way on top of him. He was happy to settle more on his back, his arm around her back, fingers teasing over the dip in the base of it.]

I was thinking more of the feeble attempt I have now at the moment -[His hand gestured to the hair growing over his chest, trailing down all the way to his groin.] -but I can see why you'd be... confused. Don't worry, Peggy. I have absolutely no intention of any more fur appearing during this encounter.

From:

womanofvalue

[She gives him a narrow-eyed look, but decides that she can accept his word at face value, returning to where she's busy slowly kissing her way up his neck, one hand sliding between them in order to absently drift through the hair available to her.

Or, rather, fur, as he might want to call it.]

What about after? Will I get a treat and get to see?

From:

theriomorphism

If you'd like to. I'd change now if I didn't think it would scare you off.

[He was trying to be more open, and that meant being... open. About everything. And he could understand a person, a human needing to see something before they believed it. Otherwise they might just think him a lunatic who napped too much and liked fish.]

From:

womanofvalue

[She's not someone who scares easily, but she is basically nude in a bed with him, so perhaps she wants to wait until she's at least in a robe for him to pull a switch on her.]

Perhaps after. When I'm dry and you're not going to scratch me to death simply because of proximity.

[She leans back in the bed, hooking an arm around his neck to tug him in for a kiss, eager to show that she's putting it behind her. For now, at least.]

From:

theriomorphism

My claws are sheathed, thank you. I'm not a bloody porcupi--mmf.

[She silenced him with a kiss, and he moved to slide a knee between hers, biting gently at her lower lip as she held him in place. He didn't mind her taking the lead, and for now, he was just following along with what she was comfortable with.]

From:

womanofvalue

[Peggy feels like she enjoys the way that he reacts, which means that she has the opportunity to keep surprising him. With the kiss, she's grateful that he pushes for something more, something aggressive.

She pushes the towel to the side so that she's completely without anything, hoping that she'll be able to dry given some time spent doing something delectable.]

Well, don't scratch me without permission and we'll be fine.

[Maybe he didn't catch all that. She wouldn't blame him, given the way she keeps kissing him.]

From:

theriomorphism

I wouldn't scratch you with claws, love.

[Human-blunt nails, maybe. If passions got high enough and it was something that might tip her over. If he read her as wanting it. But no, she was human. Drawing blood and injuring someone wasn't how he enjoyed being with a partner. Not a human partner, anyway. Blood was fine in shifter sex, because of the healing, but not when skin didn't knit instantly or injuries could be worse than they looked.

But for now, he'll just lean over her more, sliding a bit more of his body over hers so he was mostly laying over her, knees between hers, scooted down a bit so things didn't line up. Yet.]

From:

womanofvalue

[Peggy tangles her fingers in his hair again, having found that to be a lovely little distraction, especially when she can thread her fingers through the hair at his temples, a distracted and dazed, wondrous look on her face as she does it.

It's after the next kiss that she draws away, just enough to start nudging at his shoulder, encouraging him to get on his back.]

You don't know this about me yet, but I believe in equality, Mr. Roarke.

From:

theriomorphism

[He laughed at both the statement and the shove. He moved easily enough, slipping out from between her legs to let himself settle comfortably on his back, giving her a pleased and expectant look. What next?]

You'd be surprised at how easy a thing that is to figure out about you, Ms. Carter.

From:

womanofvalue

[Peggy gives him a rather pleased smirk when he settles into a position that she can absolutely work with. This is excellent, and she's rather pleased that she's already making her mark in his awareness. Settling in around his torso, she begins to rub her fingers upwards, taking special attention to tangle in some of the body hair.]

So then you should know that I owe you a bit of work, yes?

[This is something she has done in more recent days, though hardly to the degree she feels like she can do it expertly. Perhaps she'll get there, though.]

From:

theriomorphism

[He smiled up at her, wriggling just a little under her touch because it felt good, and he didn't want her to think he wasn't appreciative.]

You don't 'owe' me anything, darling. But if you feel there's something you'd like to partake of, I'd be happy to play along.

From:

womanofvalue

Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling up for partaking. Besides, you can give me notes.

[She might not be that experienced, but she also isn't willing to be bad at anything for too long, which means that Lucas is going to be on the receiving end of a little bit of practice here. Kissing slowly down his torso, Peggy shakes images out of her head of other men with ample muscles that she might have thought about doing this on.

That's not a thought for right now.]

Shall we get you ready first?

From:

theriomorphism

[Perhaps one day something could be arranged, because as it was, Lucas was currently enjoying the attentions of both people in Peggy's little fantasy, so being in the middle or one of the sides of that scenario would be... interesting.

But for now, he was focusing on her, not thinking of anyone but the woman with the warm dark eyes and soft dark hair slowly making her way down his body.]

I feel like I need the appropriate forms and writing material. Am I being graded? Are you?

[He grinned as he slid a hand down and brushed fingers through her hair, showing her he was teasing.]

From:

womanofvalue

I may grade you, but I promise to keep the results a secret.

[She's smiling warmly at him as she makes the guarantee, seeing as she's still not sure about this and would very much like to avoid being graded herself, but as she works her hands slowly over his waist and hips, stroking, she knows that she's not going to leave without at least some satisfaction.]

Now, with that in mind, do go easy on me.

From:

theriomorphism

How utterly gracious of you.

[He'd do no such thing. For now, he's just stroking her hair, trying to ease that scent of apprehension he's picking up on. He flicks a glance down at her, eyes steady.]

Peggy... If you don't want to do that, you don't have to. I'm hardly going to call foul.

From:

womanofvalue

[She gives him an annoyed look from where she's positioned, wondering if she's going to have to explain everything to the letter.]

All that I meant is that if you choke me with that length of yours, I may not be so inclined to return.

[She thinks that's absolutely fair and she doesn't give him a moment to reply before she takes him in her mouth, slowly and carefully at first, because this isn't a race. She wants to make sure that she does this properly, which means curling her tongue around the head and taking her time to appreciate.]

From:

theriomorphism

[He bites back a laugh, head falling back on the pillow as he lets her have her way. Clearly the woman was on a mission, and who was he to stop her?

He wasn't circumcised, so the head was partially covered by his foreskin as he was only mostly erect, but that state would be changing rather quickly. Especially with the addition of her tongue winding around him and making him bite his lip as he stills and takes a deep breath.]

Yes, ma'am.

From:

womanofvalue

[Oh, she does love the respect he gives her. It's enough to earn a touch more firmness, a little more attention as she laves and works her tongue over him. Soon, though, her determination kicks in and she wants to do much more than simply than the light motions of before.

Luckily, she's got a firm grip and while she's not going to go deeply down on him, she can still make quite the effort where she is.]

From:

theriomorphism

[Lucas has all the respect in the world for women. Without them, there'd be no continuation of the species -- of any species. He's seen his own mother go from sweet and smiling to fiercely spitting mad and furiously protective to think that women were all dainty and quaint and helpless. In his experience, female shifters were the ones one had to be more cautious with. There was a song, after all...

But his attention is once again on her, and he moves his hands to his sides, tugging at the sheets to keep from potentially harming her as he continues to hold himself still. Which is... very hard, considering how warm and wet and welcoming her mouth is, and that firm grip she has on him has him able to feel his pulse against it. There are no complaints here, Ms. Carter.]

From:

womanofvalue

[She appreciates the way he moves his hands to the side instead of burying in her hair, which earns him the pleasure of a faster pace, a harder press of tongue. While she's not trying to encourage him to thrust up, she does think that she can take a little more control. This is her giving him something, not him losing control with her.

Perhaps it's not just pleasure, either. Tentatively, she scrapes her nails down his hips, just slightly, in order to see the reaction she can earn with just a hint of pain.]

From:

theriomorphism

[The nails earn her a hiss that turns into a groan, his hands clutching the sheets as his toes curl. Yes, Lucas likes that, and he blinks down at her with a slightly dazed look.]

Is it wrong to give you an A plus already?

From:

womanofvalue

[She rolls her eyes, which he can possibly see depending on the angle that he's looking down at her, but she simply flips her hair off her forehead and pays more attention to what's happening right in front of her, bearing in with determination as she rolls her shoulders back.

Her jaw aches a touch, from disuse, but she knows this is only a temporary pain and she'll work that with her fingers and some heat later. For now, she eases back to take him a little less deeply, give herself a break while she takes just the slightest break, both to tease, but also to press biting kisses to his hips.]

Give me a moment, darling. [Her voice is rough, but she means it.]

From:

theriomorphism

[His toes curl again, and he makes a pleased little hum, a hand lifting to curl a finger around a strand of dark hair.]

I'll give you all the time you need, love. I'm not in a hurry, and you're... doing quite wonderfully.

[Indeed, the touch of her mouth had him painfully hard, and those soft little kisses on his skin was a countering bit of gentleness that had him sucking in a quick breath.]