fearlessly | IC INBOX @ PRISMATICA

[ It isn't difficult at all, and even the strangeness about it is somehow tantalizing. Moonlacing already feels amazing to begin with, each kiss and touch charged with just a little bit more thanks to their designation as Moonblessed, but this is something different, something new. She breathes against his mouth, his heart rate slowly ticking up, while he continues to kiss her, deep and warm and exploratory, pulling her bottom lip taut between his teeth. ]

Mm...think it's...working...

[ He murmurs between kisses and breaths, before stepping back — but only so he can settled back against the sofa, pulling her right along with him.

...Fortunately he is solid enough to not fall right through it. ]

[ he's moving away, leaving a cold empty space between them that must be filled, but before she can think to ask why she feels the gentle tug of his hands leading her to the sofa. her eyes flicker open, and she still cannot.. see him, there is a solidity to the space he occupies, a shimmering ripple in the aether far stronger than before.

his hands are still in hers, and as she drops onto the sofa she squeezes them gently, almost experimentally, and leans nearer. when she inhales deeply she can almost smell his skin. ]

How do you.. feel?

[ I mean, he feels great, because not only has he made contact, but now they're making out and circumstances notwithstanding, that's never something that doesn't feel great. It's even better after a few days of going unseen and unheard, like he's coming home again, filling in the spaces where he belongs.

But he knows what she means by that question, so after a moment, he answers between breaths: ]

...Better.

[ It might be difficult to put his finger on what exactly has changed, he does feel better, and so he can only assume that this is working, and they should try more of it. She doesn't seem to truly see him yet, and so there is still work to do. They'll just have to kiss some more, what will they ever do!!!

Leaning in to kiss her once more, his hands slip from hers, but only so they can wind around her, offering her whatever semblance of warmth and security they can. ]

[ it's a bizarre, almost eerie feeling to be enclosed in arms that you cannot really see, but it is difficult to not feel entirely at home in them for their familiarity, and the comfortable energy all around her. moonlacing with him now, like this, feels no different from how it normally does, it's the same warmth, the same heat and irresistible temptation, the same bubbling happiness, all the usual sensations and emotions that come along with being with him.

how in hell he got himself into this situation is certainly something she's going to be drilling him for soon enough, though..

still, now that they are on the sofa, alisaie can reach to flick off the lamp beside them; this will all be so much simpler without needing to see, the dimness around them a companionable comfort. it's easier now to tip her head into the kiss, to tease his lower lip with her teeth, and arch leisurely into the warmth of his hold. ]

[ He got dragged to the underworld or something, it's no big. They can chat about it later, when he's (hopefully) reformed. Not now when they are making out and getting frisky on the couch!!! Though he can still see his own body (because ghost rules), it does feel more natural when she flicks off the light and can lean more into what she feels as opposed to what she sees.

Carefully, he leans back with her still in his arms, holding her secure against his chest as he tastes her mouth, a soft sigh passing between his lips as they slip to move along her jaw and up to her ear, lavishing attention upon her sensitive skin there. ]

Ali...

[ He breathes, his voice almost plaintive. Gods, he's missed her so much, and in more ways than he can name. ]

[ though he's been missing only a few days, it feels longer for how worried she has been, for all the moments she wondered if she would see him again, or if the fates had at last seen fit to pull them apart. for all prompto has done his very best to convince her that he will always be with her, that they shall find a way, alisaie is not so optimistic; she would love to believe it, but they are from different worlds, and she knows full well how incredibly difficult it is to pass between shards.

not to mention.. she remembers still how she had forgotten him so completely when last she was home, and the times before then. what if they take her from her memory forever? what happens when the day comes that she goes home and does not return, and he is erased from her life entirely?

these are the thoughts that have plagued her, and so the relief that he is here, if not entirely himself, is overwhelming. each kiss is exquisite, sweet and warm and almost like new. he pulls her against him, his arms that had so recently been as wind feeling solid and strong and warm. and then he is murmuring her name, and alisaie smiles tremulously against his mouth, slipping her fingers into his hair. ]

I love you, too.

[ I love you, too, she murmurs, and it sends a shiver down his spine, because while he always relishes in those words anytime she says them to him, there is something special about hearing them here, now, when only few moments ago, she couldn't see or hear or feel him. But now she can, and it's becoming easier in every passing moment, while the heat builds just beneath the surface of his skin, familiar and thrilling and welcome all at once. ]

I need you.

[ He whispers against her lips, confident that even though he speaks oh so softly, she will hear him. But just for good measure, his fingers begin to deftly unfasten her coat, eager for more of her sweet, familiar skin, her enticing warmth. Maybe they don't need to have sex to lift this curse from him, the moonlacing they're already doing is probably more than enough, but this is becoming about more than just his state of being. He knows it, and so does she.

This is about their bond, about a promise he made. About something that logically seems impossible but feels so very right and true in his heart. ]

Please. [ He pleads, while he trails kisses down the column of her throat. ] Make me whole again.

[ And remind them both just how very strong the thread that connects them is. ]

[ what a cheesy thing to say..

.. and yet it fits right into the moment, with his mouth blazing a trail so eagerly down her throat, over delicate, sensitive skin, her pulse beating a heady rhythm against the warm press of his lips that now feel so solid and real that she can hardly feel a difference. with how easily they exchange chroma there is no need for them to go any further than this - honestly, they like as not could have stopped even before this moment and still restored him easily enough.

but when do they ever refuse the opportunity to smash?? even when he's a ghost??

so alisaie shrugs out of her coat without protest, arching her back to shuck it away, and soon after, her dress along with it, tugging it by the hem and wriggling it over her body. it sure is nice that she doesn't wear super complicated anime clothes..

.. anyway are prompto's clothes even solid for her to remove yet?? ]

[ *especially when he's a ghost, ftfy

But I mean, yeah, he's pretty solid now so presumably his clothes are also solid enough to remove, and once her coat and dress are off her body and out of his thoughts, he is all too eager to take her hands and guide them beneath the hem of his shirt, to feel the warmth of her palms brush over skin that is still too cold. Maybe that's all in his head, but some of the vestiges of his spectral time still remain, and it's like she is the only way he can regain any body heat.

But she's doing a good job of assisting him with that, especially once she is all but bare before him, her figure haloed by moonlight from the window.

Once his shirt is gone too, he dips down to kiss her again, leaning into her fully. ]

Can you feel me now?

[ He murmurs, teeth worrying at her bottom lip, hips rolling fluidly against her own. The question is only partly meant to be coy — he really is wondering how much of him she can feel by now... ]

[ unchained memories blaring in the bg

she has felt him for some time now, if she hadn't this would have been much more difficult, but he is so solid now that it hardly feels different at all from the usual, save perhaps for the strange chill of his skin - but even if he is cold, she would rather his icy touch to nothing at all, and already he is growing warmer from being near her, and from the chroma flowing readily back and forth between them. soon it will be as if he never left her side. ]

Yes..

[ she murmurs between soft, quick exhales, following his lead to press her hands beneath his shirt, lifting it away, and when she arches again his skin is against her own, lifting goosebumps on her flesh. ]

You're cold -

[ she says through a breathless laugh, a shiver lancing down her spine, but the air around them feels hot, more than enough to combat the chill. ]

[ The warm press of her skin is enough to steal his breath away, and he gasps against her kiss, but does not move away. There's nothing he wants more in this moment than that warmth, that closeness that has been denied him for days on end. Maybe it wasn't all that long in the grand scheme of things, but when he's so used to how close they are normally, it has felt like an eternity.

But not now. Now she is all he can feel. She's so near, pressed flush against him, and yet it is still not enough. Not just yet. ]

You're - w-warm —

[ He shudders, moving away just enough to unzip his jeans and shuck them off (then he doesn't have to hear her complaining about how tight they are), before he's back again, seeking her mouth with his own, heat pooling in his belly as his tongue curls against her own. ]

I missed how you taste...

[ And smelled, and felt, and everything, but still. ]

It has only been a few days..

[ she teases, smiling against his mouth, but she can find no more room for words with his overwhelming kiss, and the slick heat of his tongue beside her own. alisaie groans softly, parting her thighs easily to accept him back, her knees squeezing tight around his hips. it's much better without those terrible pants getting in the way!!

dragging her teeth against his bottom lip, alisaie slips both hands into his hair, tugging at the roots, her nails biting into his scalp, her hips rocking upward. heat is already beginning to coil in her belly, tight and urgent; alisaie is often impatient in bed, and now is no exception. slipping one hand free, she presses it down his chest and abdomen, wriggling it between their bodies and down - he's already pleasantly hard (is his cock cold too?? cocksicle?? that sounds unpleasant.. but i guess ice dildos are a thing) against her palm, and she squeezes gently. ]

Hurry..

[ Cocksicle..........let's say for the benefit of them both that his cock is plenty warm, probably the part of him that warmed up first, tbh. Even so, her grasp on him is like a jolt of electricity, pleasant and torturous all at once, his hips shuddering as need lances through him. Pleasant as her touch alone might be, he needs all of her, and he needs her right now.

Rising up, back arching, he tugs down her panties — not much, but enough, and then he takes both of her hands within his own, weaving their fingers together as he braces them against her hips, his eyes fluttering shut as he slides into her. Slowly, at first, but she is slick and ready for him, so with a roll of his hips, he fills her fully, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp, dizzying gasp. ]

Gods...

[ He groans, but he doesn't linger — soon enough, his hips are moving again, in time to that sweet, irresistible friction that teases as much as it satisfies. Again and again and again, quick and fueled by ardent need, chasing away the cold that barely lingers still in his chest. He kisses her, her swollen lips, her jaw, her ears, her neck, he kisses every inch of her that he can, even when his breath is all but spent, even when can feel himself reaching the peak, that sweet release so close that they both desperately need so much.

And then, like a dam, it breaks. He breaks, swift and urgent, pleasure like a rushing river that consumes him as he comes within her, her name on his lips, under his skin, written upon his heart. There is nothing but her, but this moment with her, and the thick, sweet pleasure that has unmade him, flesh and bone. ]

[ it happens quickly, but easily, naturally, and before she knows it he is just where she wants him, filling her up in a way that only he can satisfy. a low, almost feral sound rolls like a growl deep in her chest, and alisaie's thighs snap tightly around his hips, holding fast. it's been like, four days since they've last banged, it's like an eternity and mama's hungry.

they move together like a well-oiled machine, his hips rocking into hers, her body arching up to meet his, and it isn't long at all before his chilled skin feels so warm, so hot, their bodies both slick with sweat and clinging heat, sliding together, grinding together, and it is not long at all before she is lost to the feeling of it, her mind a whirl of pleasure and sensation, her body tightening, tensing. alisaie knows him well enough - and they have been intimate often enough - that she can feel it when he is getting close. his breathing changes, his body shifts, his thrusts more erratic, more needful, his kisses sloppier - alisaie murmurs soft encouragements against his mouth between sharp breaths. come for me. i love you. i need you.

it is as much encouragement to him as it is to her, and when he comes she is ready, the spill of heat in her body enough to release her. alisaie's arms and legs both wind around him tightly, clinging as she rides out the pleasure, a soft cry strangled at the back of her throat, her nails biting deep into the damp flesh of his shoulders. ]

Prompto -

[ she calls, breathlessly, whining through her teeth as she sinks them into his bottom lip, tugging hard. ]

[ The torrent of pleasure consumes them both, the sting of her teeth in his flesh only drawing out the sensation, the need to feel, because it is all he can do at the moment. Feel. Her body tight to his, needing him, her fingernails hooked into his skin as his are in hers. Her sharp, whined breaths. The rolling tide that they ride out together, bodies still intertwined, her embrace warm and perfect and endless. He groans again, the sound more tired yet relieved, because at last, at long last (even if it was like four days, whatever, it's a long time for him!!!), he is whole again.

Winding his arms around her to keep her pressed warm and sure against him, he nuzzles into her neck, inhaling the sweet, salty scent of her skin right after sex, smiling against her. ]

Nn...I th-think it...worked...

[ What do you know, he figured it out! It helps that almost every problem here is solved by chroma though... ]

[ almost better than the sex itself is the aftermath, the cooldown, the warm, sticky glow of ebbing pleasure and creeping exhaustion. they are slick with sweat and smelling like sex, and she loves it, the way it feels, the way her body and limbs feel heavy as lead, liquid and boneless. her arms fall slack around his shoulders, fingernails loosing from his skin, leaving behind reddened welts, and she turns her head to drag lazy kisses along the rose of his cheekbone when he dips his head to her throat. it is dark, and her eyes are still closed, but she can feel the weight of him, heavy over her body, solid and warm and everything he should be, as if nothing had happened at all.

poor pea vacated the room long ago....... or she's like, licking prompto's feet or something. dogs don't really give a shit. ]

I suppose it did..

[ she murmurs around a low, weary chuckle. ]

How do you feel?

[ Yeah, Pea is probably still there, just chilling, watching them get it on. She has probably seen so much sex in her time with them...but hey, after being a ghost, those feet licks feel great, even if they do tickle, and he chuckles softly between deep breaths. It all feels wonderful, especially for how only a short while ago, she couldn't see or hear or feel him. Now, they are as close as they can possibly be, warm and damp and perfect. ]

...Great. Better than great, heh...

[ Like, sure, orgasm and afterglow aside, it just feels great to be back in his own skin, for real. He will not miss his time as a ghost, not one little bit.

Tilting his chin up just a bit so he can look into her eyes, his mouth tugs into a smile at one corner. ]

Thanks to you...

[ she just thinks mom and dad do weird naked things.. but she's naked all the time so who cares. dogs lead strange lives.

with her eyes open now, even in the dark she is able to see him - the outline of his face and shoulders in the silvery moonlight, the shadows in his face. it is all unclear, but still far better than it once was, and gods, how good it is to lay eyes upon him again..

alisaie lifts her hands, and moves them gently to his face, smoothing her thumbs along his cheekbones. ]

It is good to see your face again..

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