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[ 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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