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EVENT: #HIGHENERGY

It's that time of year again — when the temperature starts to dip down, making way for thick cable-knit sweaters and coffee drinks flavored like bright orange gourds to pop up around every corner, and the long days of summer fade out in favor of early twilights and cool autumnal breezes. That's right, it's nearly fall in Cadelle, and you may have noticed the city's busy bees looking a little busier than usual around the city center.

The Energy Festival takes place in time with the changing of the seasons — a time when energy is high in the air, ripe for the harvesting; it's a time-honored tradition in the city of Cadelle where citizens gather together and work towards doing good deeds for our fine city and for cities near and far. In keeping with the city's emphasis on charity and compassion, citizens both new and old will find a variety of opportunities to give back, all while enjoying the very best that the season has to offer.

▸ Give thanks for good fortune, health, or friendship at the nightly lantern release. Decorate your own lantern at an arts & crafts booth sponsored by Colortopia, the local art supply store, or purchase a hand-crafted lantern from local merchants — all proceeds are donated to the city's volunteer organizations! At night, meet your fellow citizens on the beach to release your lanterns up into the milky night sky. At last, you might just see the light!

▸ Enjoy a sweet treat, like creamy white mooncakes filled with the season's harvest or a tart glass of freshly pressed apple cider. If sugar and spice isn't your bag, dive into something savory — the city's food venues have come out in full force to showcase their new fall menus, which feature such city favorites as creamy pumpkin soups, hearty meat pies, and other stick-to-your-ribs comfort foods.

▸ Make like a tree in autumn and shed your leaves at the clothing donation drive! Come drop off your gently-used garments in exchange for tokens, redeemable throughout the festival for souvenirs, treats, and more! You can even browse the sorted racks of your fellow citizens' donations and find some new digs of your very own! You never know what you might find — good or bad. (Please, no intimate apparel.)

▸ Share your talents at a variety of volunteer-hosted giving circles. From knitting and quilting blankets for the children's wing at the hospital to sorting donated canned goods for the food pantry and soup kitchen to simply offering a helping hand in carrying heavy boxes wherever they might need to go, your time and energy are always appreciated! There are plenty of volunteer citizens around to point you in the right direction... or, at least, what they think is the right direction. Fingers crossed!

Of course, good deeds aren't for everyone, and the city administration has certainly noticed a particular proclivity in its newest citizens for the newly discovered — er, alternative means of energy generation. (Ahem. You know what we're talking about. Don't make us say it.)

Not wanting to pass up such a perfectly-timed opportunity to maximize on this discovery, the administration has tasked sweet, innocent Flora & Cornelius (the poor dears) with determining an appropriate venue for encouraging this unique form of energy generation.

While they're not exactly sure where the idea came from, they're delighted to announce the city's very first Togetherness Tent! Hosted in the city's smaller Eastern Gardens, there's plenty to see and do for those that may prefer something a little less charitable...

▸ Feel free to explore the OUTDOOR SEATING AREAS — there are plenty of places to relax and get comfortable, with both single chairs and larger booths all around. With a cool breeze in the daytime and a roaring firepit in the chillier night hours, and a carefully selected catalogue of instrumental music to enjoy, your hosts hope you'll be plenty comfortable while you chat and get to know each other!

▸ Just beyond the outdoor area, you'll find an assortment of beautifully decorated BEDOUIN TENTS. Some are completely open to the public, with various couches and pillows and comfortable blankets in the main spaces, and others offer more private, curtained-off areas for the shyer (please read some air quotes around "shyer") sets.

▸ If you're not much for sitting pretty, or need a little liquid courage before you start exploring, there's always the OPEN BAR, where talented (and attractive) bartenders will mix up anything under the sun with a smile. Feel free to linger, or take your drink to go. Request a little extra something in your drink (and be extra nice to the bartenders), and they just might be able to add a drop of a golden substance to your beverage that makes you even more keen to meet new people — and maybe even a little braver, too.

▸ Just like a mouse with a cookie, your hosts know that any good drink needs something savory (or sweet!) to go with it. Just beyond the bar, you'll find an expansive display of SNACK TABLES, each filled to the brim with city specialties sure to encourage a feeling of goodwill and togetherness in anyone who eats them!

▸ The center table, decorated with a simple cream cloth, features your standard party fare. Finger foods are the name of the game here, with everything from your grandmother's favorite spinach dip and vegetable crudites to upscale bites like fried ravioli filled with only the richest cheeses. Sprinkled around the table, you'll also find more classics like tea sandwiches, petit fours, and other party planner staples. Everything here is perfectly safe to eat, and shouldn't offer any side effects other than a potential stomach ache if you decide to overindulge.

▸ The table to the far left, however, is a little cooler. Decorated with a rich navy blue cloth, the table is full of small bites and chilled drinks all catering to a very specific, very cool theme. Whether you try Flora's favorite chocolate spearmint cupcake (please don't tell her the icing looks like toothpaste) or a frosty glass of blueberry apple cider, each bite is sure to leave you tingling from new sensations. Treats and sweets from this table will, depending on what's chosen, offer tantalizing side-effects ranging from a literal chill in the air to phantom touches that encourage the eater to seek out the source, or even the sensation of time slowing down around you — eat too much at once, and these side-effects might just overwhelm you! Be sure to read the menu carefully before you choose your bite.

▸ On the far right, draped in a deep red cloth, lies the last table. Like its blue-hued sister, this table is themed around heat, with a variety of items sure to tempt even the shyest into exploring their inner spice champion. Cornelius' favorite cinnamon sweet potato cupcake takes center stage here, but you'll also find other sweet and savory snacks, as well as both hot and cold beverages like the classic hot toddy or crimson-hued sangria to wet your whistle. Items sampled from this table will provide encouragements ranging from a pleasant flush to sudden desires creeping up from your subconscious, or perhaps the immediate urgency of a well-known battery bunny. Forget to pace yourself on these small plates, and you may wind up moving too fast for even a speedster to keep up. Be sure not to speed-read over the menu before loading your plate. (We're looking at you, Mr. Allen.)

As may be expected, Flora and Cornelius aren't exactly the most experienced at planning a tasteful, sensual affair in Cuddle City, so they've enlisted the help of caterers from a nearby city that specialize in aphrodisiac cuisine. However... they may have failed to overlook that those available at short notice aren't always the most qualified for the job. There's a reason, after all, that they're available when others aren't.

The caterers certainly meant well, and they did their best to provide the high quantities requested within the ridiculously short time frame allocated, but consistency isn't exactly their best attribute. Some batches may have come out a little more concentrated than others, while others may lack any oomph whatsoever. Eat a bite-sized chocolate spearmint mini cupcake and maybe your touch will have a pleasant, icy tingle to the recipient, or maybe you'll smooch them and it'll be like a scene out of A Christmas Story. Pop a spicy Red Hots bite-sized cupcake into your mouth and warm your companion right up, or maybe you'll just singe a handprint into their clothes.

It's like Russian roulette. With cupcakes. Normal, right?

It's like Forrest Gump would say. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. In this case, life's like a giant batch of cupcakes, and you never know which one's gonna make you want to tear your clothes off.

Howdy, cuddlers, and welcome to your first Energy Festival! This is the first of a quarterly event series, themed around the four seasons and timed to align with the solar calendar. While the city certainly emphasizes the charitable options available in the town square, and we are thrilled to see what sort of hijinks will ensue, we know there will be plenty of excitement (and plenty of questions) on the Togetherness Tent and the opportunities it provides.

As a reminder, consent is extremely important both ICly with the city administration and OOCly with our player guidelines. Characters will have full opportunity to know the effects of anything they consume, as labels will be available as well as descriptive menus above each table. There are also NPC'd catering staff as well as party hosts available, should a character have further questions about a specific item's effects or ingredients. However, as players, it is always up to you how thoroughly you wish to have your character read the fine print before diving right in. Should you wish to have your character ignore the menu and all printed warnings, eat an entire plate of cinnamon candies and wind up feeling an irresistable urge to disrobe, you're certainly welcome to do so! We simply ask that you keep in mind our policies on consent-based actions, and should your character's urges involve another character, that you obtain the appropriate IC and OOC permissions before moving forward, and please remember to utilize any content warnings in your subject lines if applicable.

If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. In addition, if you've got an idea for a future event, feel free to drop us a line at our EVENTS SUGGESTION POST.

We hope you have tons of fun out there this month, cuddlers, and we'll see ya around!

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[ He tries to keep himself together. Honestly, he really does try; his head pulls back with the movement of her hand, his lips parted, bottom lip hanging a little, his eyes barely managing to stay open as he maintains eye contact as best he can. But it's hard, when she's teasing him, when every move brings them closer together and he has to resist dropping a hand to her thigh, or leaning in and kiss her.

He wants to kiss her so badly it makes him groan. He forces himself to shake it off a little, breathing slowly when he nods after she asks. ]

Yeah, yeah like that. And - over my arms, too. And my chest. [ Might as well try and push things a little. See where he gets. It looks like she's into it, so he's got to try. ]

( it's that groan that damns her, never mind the way his crown tips back and that pout of his falls to a silent part, awed for a moment at the sensations raking through him by her touch alone. it draws her in, pupils giving a wide bloom of interest as she watches every means in which he responds to her. there's a part of her that wonders just how much of it is the chemicals so tauntingly laced within those sweets, and how much was the simple desire for her.

either way, it's becoming strikingly obvious the want that's flustered within her for him as time has passed. how tempted she'd been to bring her mouth to his while they stood on their own on the beach, hand in hers and at her waist in a paused daze of a dance, merely looking at one another. it hits her like a rush, how they hadn't gotten here before, how she's suppose to keep herself composed any longer now that they're tip toeing into untouched territory.

and it's all she can think of: touch.

she's situating herself in closer, cherry lips brushing along his jaw, giving him the freedom to close his eyes if he so wishes. those fingertips in his hair skirt down to the nape of his neck, down along it's column and to the front of his chest where htey curl, introducing the gentle tread of nails the lower they tread. slowly, thoughtfully. always. ) Tell me how it feels, Baby.

[ The touch of her lips to his jaw elicit such a shiver that Baby is worried it'll dislodge her from her close position, but she holds on, just keeps touching him and making feel like every cell in his body is a nerve-ending, firing electricity through his body. He can't help it - he reaches out, a hand on her thigh, large on the outside of it, feeling the seam of her jeans under his palm. The other goes to her waist and stays there, just keeping her in place against him. ]

It feels like you're driving me crazy. It's not even the food stuff, it's just - you, you know? I want to be around you all the time, and I want to touch you all the time. [ He pauses, clenching his jaw for a second. ] I've got goosebumps everywhere.

( it's his touch that encourages her, the large bracket of his palm all the incentive she needs to shift a little in order to make them a bit more comfortable, allowing that hand that's settled at her thigh to wander as far as it pleased, twin at her waist now given a sliver of skin as skin-tight crop rises up a little. there's an airy sigh let out against his skin, then, lips stumbling to his chin, a magnetic yearning to bring her mouth finally, finally to his near painful to resist— but she does.

she's settled in his lap, but she's careful not to apply too much pressure just yet, not to find home too heatedly against him because she knows herself better. knows as soon as he were to lift his hips, provide her that littlest bit of friction, the entirety of her would become a livewire. ) I know.

( an exhaled affirmation, because she does. and maybe it's all been tucked down, maybe they'd been pushing it aside in favor of getting to know one another properly, but it's here and now and it's all consuming. that he can make her feel all of this, intoxicated and so on edge without the slightest substance to boost that sensation... it's too much. )

You can touch me. ( still not a baiting so much as an assurance, an i trust you. )

[ At this point, it feels like both of them are trying their hardest not to kiss the other first, to hold on just that little bit longer, like it's a challenge - and it is, it's absolutely testing every bit of Baby's control when she settles over his lap, when she kisses his chin, when she slides her hands over his chest, digging in at times. It's all too much and plucking at the single remaining thread of his control relentlessly, but he doesn't let go.

He doesn't let go until she tells him he can touch her, offers it up to him like nothing has ever been before - money and women and cars and adrenaline don't compare to her, now. The hand on her thigh moves up, the one of her waist moves down, until they both get a hold of her ass, feeling her under his palms, wishing there wasn't so much fabric between them.

He can't take it anymore. He can't, and he looks at Isabelle'a shoulder as he pants, his words thick in his mouth - he will still ask them, though.. ] I want to kiss you. Can I - can I kiss you?

( her minds far from focused on the fact that there's plenty of bodies within that festival that could glance in their direction, that they weren't exactly in the most private of options given the bedouin tents indoors she knows lay home to rather comfortable looking beds. but maybe it's better this way, assures her that even if she were to give in— that it was okay to give in in the first place —she wouldn't let herself get too carried away.

not when they weren't alone, not when it wasn't something that'd be just for the two of them. that grasp to her bottom almost reflexively causes her to fit right into the fold of his lap, now, denim against denim and a boundless heat flirting off one another. he asks if he can kiss her and she doesn't know how to properly voice just how much she wants him to, how much nor how long she's wanted this— as if a simple 'yes' would do it such injustice.

and so instead the shaky breath that dispels her lips is quieted with a swallow, able to taste the spearmint haunting his breath and the warring within his mind, just as similar to her own, that keeps him from merely taking what it is he wants. now her mouth's hovering just before his, one hand lifting to tread past his temple, into tousled strands once more and she nods. god, she nods and it's all she can do, an agonizing tug in her chest begging her to close that gap herself. )

[ It feels like forever in a moment. Time itself stops when he pulls her to him finally, a hand moving from her ass to curl around her neck and close that barely there gap between them. His lips fit against hers and Baby groans again, eyes closing immediately as he takes in the taste of her against his mouth, the little gasp she lets out as he kisses her, finally, finally. It feels like they've been waiting forever to get there, threading so lightly, carefully, preferring to spend nights in each other's arms talking about the past and the future, preferring to go walk around and play each other songs and steadily, steadily, steadily, allowing each other in.

And now it's like all of this is exploding inside Baby's chest. He kisses Isabelle and he isn't sure he'all ever manage to stop, holding on tight to her, opening his mouth to hers, the kiss not as sweet as Baby can be, a little more urgency in his actions now, an unmistakable desire making him surge up against her.

God almighty. ]

( it hits her all at once: the burst of mint with an underlying sweetness, like grains of sugar and snow all colliding against her lips as he surges up to meet them. she can't help but to fasten lithe digits within his hair tighter, an unconscious tug pleading him closer, every bit of breath stolen in a sharp exhale from the bed of her lungs. he takes all of her, mind and body, and the moment he opens his mouth she's allowing pink tongue to tread between his brims, sweeping in for more of that heat, that indistinguishable taste that could only ever be denoted as him.

how many times she'd imagined it, never so had those imageries held this much hunger, thighs clasping at each side of him now as if she couldn't dare let him slip away, not once she's finally gotten him so close. not now that they'd given in to a mere ounce of having. he bows up from those cushions, and arm ravels in response around his neck to bring him upright with her, slotted perfectly into his lap and twine of her legs. she's bitten with the chill, like an after-affect waiting on his tongue to let over to her, and there's no part of her willing to pull away.

not yet.

a fraction of his name: whimpered, gasped, the mere break she allows to draw in a flushed breath before claiming his mouth again, reeling a single hand back to cradle firmly at his jaw. )

[ Of course, he'd thought about it a lot. Of course - he's only human, and many a night he'd spent lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of the bow of her lips and the curve of her ass. He'd thought about touching her, and kissing her, and holding her tight, and he'd thought about so much more, too.

But none of it is anything like this. None of it would come close to the truth, to the heat of her body and the taste of her tongue, the desire he feels in her hands and her gasps, the amazement he gets from putting his hands on her. Baby wants to treasure Isabelle, worship her in any and every way possible, and never stop. He would make it his job, his duty, his religion.

He tilts his chin just so when her hand comes up to his face, his own moving to pull her even closer as he straightens up on the seat. The chill is all but gone, replaced by a fire that burns just as brightly as the pit ahead of them. His other hand moves just slightly, up a few inches, until two fingers slip innocently into the waistband of her jeans and the rest just graze her skin, gasping into the kiss at the contact. ]

( they'd been so good, so patient with one another that the sudden catch of fire would make it all too easy to toss that to the wayside, murmur brokenly and in nothing but breaths and uneven syllables that they'd waited long enough, that she didn't want to wait anymore. yet despite the haze, that subtle tinge of the sweets he'd indulged transferring to the bed of her tongue, theres a petite part of her mind—tucked in the dim nook of it's recesses, that knows it shouldn't be this way.

not here.

but god if she can't appreciate how the span of his hands easily covers a cheek of her ass, explores so many inches of her with the slightest of grazes. it's not enough, but it's more than she's ever gotten, far past overwhelming and it's all so contradictory— that she wants more yet can hardly keep up with what he's giving her. a shaky breath, a messy part of lips that leaves them still gleaming and stumbling together, lashes closed as she takes a moment to let them steal one anothers breath, fingertips curling all the more snug at the edge of his jaw. )

I've thought about this. About you, Baby... I— ( speechless was not something she was often rendered, but all she can think is more. )

[ When she speaks again, he's breathless. His lips barely away from hers, his eyes opening to look at her - she's still got her eyes closed and her cheeks are flushed and never, in a million years, did Baby think he would ever deserve to see her look like this. In any moment, she's breathtaking. Right now, she's earth-shattering. ]

You have? [ He's pretty sure how much he wants her can be seen from space, and has been this way for a while now. But Isabelle is more guarded, harder to read in a way someone who has been hurt a lot is, and Baby doesn't blame her one bit for it. He's been unable to tell if they were heading in this direction, albeit he hoped, or if they were just friends.

But here he is, and here they are. ]

I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met.

( all she wants to do is steal those words from his lips, catch baited breaths back into the cave of her mouth and let them intermix with her own til all to be heard from the pair was hitched exhales, inhales laced with little gasps and notes of pleasure, of giving in. she doesn't mean to tease, doesn't mean to take advantage, but she can't help the way hips roll into the crook of his, the way breath is drawn between her teeth and brows furrow. )

I want you. ( it isn't singular in it's meaning; it's affectionate, it's needing, it's everything. everything she'd normally have such neat and prettied words to say, everything she'd otherwise have all figured out— but she can't, not right now with him hot and flush up against her, with those kisses so newly discovered just waiting to grant her more. a flex of digits' tug within his hair, a tiny noise akin to a keen escaping her, nudging their foreheads together and biting at his lower lip.

slow, sharp, pulling it backward only to let it release just as languidly. ) Kiss me.

[ She says I want you and it's all Baby can do not to lose it, right here and now. His fingers dig into her skin, the heat of her body overwhelming, the taste of her mouth unforgettable. She wants him, just like he wants her - apparently a little too much and without much thought for how they're in public, right now.

He groans when she bites at his lower lip, tugging just so before letting go, leaving it tingling with a rush of blood, making it hard to even breathe at all. ]

You wish is my command, [ he barely whispers before kissing her again, breathless and needy and urgent, his heart hammering in his chest, pressed against hers, his jeans too tight already, as his mind supplies thoughts and images of more, of Isabelle without her clothes on and the two of them without an audience. ]

( there's that groan again, and it's electric and everything she wants to hear, intoxicatingly curious as to just how many undertones she can pull from the bed of his throat, how many noises he'd make just for her and god, she's getting ahead of herself. warred between the knowing that she has to keep some semblance of control and the desire to let it ravel apart, all for the sake of that mouth she knows now she's gone far too long without.

there's no denying it's made it better, sweeter, going this long with only fingers lacing together and long arms raveled around her while she slept. izzy knows it's a boundary that, once crossed, isn't easily returned—but she has no desire but to go anywhere but forward, with him. with them, and she wishes desperately to convey it by means of kisses alone, the breathlessness with which he delves back in causing a whimper to slip it's way into a rushed exhale.

she can feel him at the apex of her thighs, wishes she'd of worn something that'd lend her a bit more sensation, but she knows if anything she can provide quite wonderful friction with her denim, giving another lavish, slow grind against him while simultaneously tipping her head, tongue sweeping easily into his mouth once more. )

[ As much as he'd been wanting to kiss her for ages - for weeks now, since that day at the of the mountain, with Cadelle sprawling in front of them, the setting sun lighting it all on fire - as much as he'd been wanting to since then... He has to admit that waiting makes this moment even more.

He's been dreaming about it. He's been imagining it, in all sorts of scenarios, all sorts of moments and timeframes and possibilities. But none of them would ever top this, the real thing, Izzy on top of him, rolling her hips into him and making him moan against her lips, unable to keep it in as the movements spark lightning, from his groin up through his spine.

If they were somewhere else, somewhere more private, he might push his fingers further down the back of her jeans, test limits and boundaries. There are conflicting thoughts in his head still, but Isabelle has made it clear now that her interest lies in him, even with his faults and his flaws.

But if they stay here, and keep going like this, Baby will genuinely lose all control. He's sure it's not what either of them wants, and so he breaks the kiss reluctantly, one hand gripping the waistband of her jeans, the other closed around a fistful of her hair - without tugging - as he kisses along her cheek, her jaw, one two three four lingering kisses before he rests his forehead to hers. ]

I want to keep doing this forever but I'm going to get arrested for public indecency in a minute if we keep going. [ It's a whisper, but it's apologetic all the same. He is, truly, sorry about it. ]

( there's something warm to the sounds he makes, honey-toned, and it's almost as if her body moves of it's own accord to pull up as many as she can; driven by them, wild by them, surging heat to the tips of her toes. it's all she can feel, all that's between them, two teeming bodies and hot breaths dancing and colliding together. there's a faint note of disapproval when his mouth detaches from hers, but an understanding instantly laces through her.

she knows before he says anything, thoughts coinciding within her own even despite their haze. but the way he grips her hair, whether it's with any force or the mere, gentle tug from the fastening against her scalp, it does something to her. everything he does does something to her, and she has to take a moment to attempt gathering her breaths to something even, heart a storm within her chest.

his tongue is heavy in apology, but she smiles, bright and content, maybe even a trace dizzied at how easy it was to slip past the realm of most conscious thought in favor of his kisses. she wants more, wants to know him that way, let him discover her just the same, but she gets it. they'll have it, just... not here. a snicker hums into her words. ) It's okay.

( fingertips soothe across his cheek, palm following to cradle it soon after, thumb tracing his lips wondrously, as if in awe of the way they'd worked with hers. ) You know, I think I spotted some private tents. We don't... we'll save it, for when we're truly alone. But if you want to... ( she just wants to lay with him, here and now. let him touch her freely even if they don't indulge as much as they may wish to. )

[ His stomach drops when she mentions the private tents. Sure, he's seen them, walked past without looking, his eyes choosing to stay on the tables and the food and nothing else, not wanting to disrupt anyone's sense of privacy. The private tents were more of an illusion than anything else, but the idea of being able to lie Isabelle in one, look at her sprawled on cushions and blankets - the idea makes him shiver once more, and he nods, the tip of his tongue touching the tip of her finger. ]

Isabelle, you have no idea how much I want to.

[ She might, actually, have an inkling, considering how closely pressed together they are. His erection is not exactly subtle, after all. With his heart beating up a storm in his chest, he goes to stand, helping Isabelle back to her feet as well, and letting her lead him to one of the tents, everything looking a little hazy when his eyes move around.

Inside, they are draped in golds and dark reds and purples, rich and decadent. It's not exactly anything Baby is used to, and he looks at it all with awe on his face. ]

Wow.

( for a moment she's mesmerized by the lithe swipe of his tongue out to prod against pad of her fingertip, lips parting just so to let way to a quiet sigh, iris' blooming to a wild, black pool. she has enough wherewithal to keep from letting them fully get there, however tempted she may be, she doesn't want to be anywhere they may be interrupted. doesn't want to be anywhere she'd have to share his sounds; she wanted those selfishly to herself.

his reply pulls a shy, but wide-brimming smile to her lips, as if it were even a foolish question to have asked. that's the way they operated, not as much consent as it was ensuring every move, every touch was what the other wanted. and there was nothing, currently, that she could think of that she desired more. ) Was hoping you might say that.

( a murmur, hands intertwined as they weave back through the interior of the bedouin tent, teeth sinking to lips the moment he pulls one of those secluded curtains to the side, revealing a bohemian, private little area. there's something endearing to it, something warm, snickering at the awe spotted on his features as she glances up at him, giving a little tug to his hand to lead him toward the large, cozily-comforted bed. )

[ Baby feels a little struck dumb, when Isabelle pulls him towards the bed. For a moment there, he feels too young, too strange, too slow; definitely not good enough for her, this Goddess of a woman that is here to save the lives of innocents. He feels like his hands are too big and his feet are too wide and his heart is too fast, like he doesn't have enough experience to treat her right and the way she deserves, like he isn't good enough a man to be left alone in private with Isabelle Lightwood.

His mouth opens, then closes, words refusing to come out properly, thoughts jumbled at the back of his throat. He looks down at their intertwined fingers, the softness of her skin, the runes he can see poking out from her outfit. ]

I'm sorry - [ He says first, like it makes any sense. Goddamn his words and his struggle with them. ] - I, I mean. Izzy, I want to be - I'm not - I haven't been - [ He curses inwardly, running a hand over his face. and then, through his hair. ]

I haven't been with many people. [ He finally lets out, and it sounds so stupid. ]

( she can see the storm of his thoughts before he even attempts to form them upon his tongue, and already she wants to quiet him—at least, wants to hush the worries that far too often plagued a mind she's gotten to know as something incredibly intimate, intricate and different than any she's ever known. dark brows furrow inward as he struggles, turning to face him once her calves hit the edge of the mattress.

that bed, what the privacy of that room suggested, it wasn't anything she needed- not if he wasn't ready, not if there was even a remote, tucked down part of him that wasn't sure. she isn't sure which... facet of all of this he's referring to, whether he's not boldly familiar with how to touch another woman's body, or merely how to care for her at all. all she knows is that what he's been doing, what they've been doing, has been perfect. ) Hey...

( she's shaking her head, because she wants to dismiss those concerns from growing, from forming in the first place. laced fingers remain in tact, twin palm smoothing along his chest as she meets his gaze with nothing but unwavering sincerity. ) Everything you are, everything you've given me is what I want. You have nothing to prove.

( voice drops to a murmur, softer, thumbing over his collar before that palm caresses up to the column of his neck, cupping it delicately. ) Not to me, not to anyone. I've never- ... been so sure. So happy, Baby, I'm...

( a breath, an almost saddened smile touching her lips, only because she wants him to experience this exactly as she is. with no regrets, no holding back, on equal grounds. ) I'm happy.

[ Baby's heart skips a beat, loses its rhythm, erratic and crazy, when Isabelle speaks. Talks of being happy, which is something Baby has only known how to be in fits and starts, tiny little moments that shone in the dark. He swallows hard, then takes her hand in his, moving his head to kiss the center of her palm softly. ]

I'm happy, too. [ It scares him, and it elates him. He's never felt this close to being able to be happy long-term. It's exhilarating, and terrifying to think of, but Baby wouldn't change anything about this road he's taken with Isabelle. ]

I'm so glad I've met you. [ And then he leans down, his hand traveling along her arm until it's cupping her cheek, angling her into yet another kiss, this one softer, the moment having lost some of its feverish urgency. ]

( to think, neither of them had come here for this, rather their own form of making up for what's been lost, and found one another along the way. she could only ever grow close to someone, it seemed, when it felt as if she had no other choice, when she wakes up within tangle of sheets in the morning, so often with ankle linked with his, and revels in all that's happened, like it's all happening without her say so.

and really, it is. it should be unsettling, and it isn't without fear, without those moments where she over analyzes, thinks too much about what would happen beyond cadelle. but right here, right now, they didn't need to worry about that. not yet.

so when he tells her he's happy the entirety of her feature beam, smile still present even when he ducks down to press lips to hers. she could almost snicker with the elation of it all, how tender, how profound, how easily she's lost again to the way it feels to have his mouth on hers. a press onto her toes if only to reach him better, to return that kiss, let him witness the truth to her words through action. )

[ She raises up on her toes and Baby grins into the kiss, breathing in through his nose as he moves, shifts for his arms to wrap around her body, pulling her up closer to him, easily getting her feet off the ground if she so wishes. He's lanky, but he's not weak, but all he wants right now is to get her to lie back on the bed, by either picking her up, or guiding her down.

The fear and uncertainty from earlier isn't gone, exactly, but just like the ringing in his ears, Isabelle is able to quiet everything in his head, with a smile, with a touch, with a word. No one has done that to him before, not like this.

He gets them on the bed, rolling to lie by her side, the position reflecting a few other times where they'd lie down in bed together, just talking about random things as the moon shone high in the sky, illuminating her features. The difference is that now, they're pressed from knee to nose, kissing fervently, and it feels like pulling apart might be, actually, physically painful.

Which, considering the renewed state of Baby's erection, might be closer to the truth than he wishes it was. ]

( she can feel that grin against her mouth, and it only encourages the snicker that'd waited to bubble up along her tongue, a sound that's all light, rather than amusement. a happiness tangible enough for him to feel, to give to him in kind as he did for her. those long arms of his around her figure assist to keep her in place where she's propped herself a bit higher, and while it's tempting to give that lithe jump to end up wrapped around him, lifted from the ground and in his arms, that bed behind them is far to inviting, and so she's simply following his guidance backward, one hand bracing her weight as they find the comforter, the other remaining tucked beneath his ear.

a thigh hitches against his side, allowing him to slot perfectly between, and there's a huff that's let into the cavern of his mouth once she registers he's still hard; it adds a bit more fervor to the way she kisses him, a bit more heat to the way her lower back finds an arch to press upper half closer, tiny digits making a proper mess of his strands as they slip back through to the back of his crown.

a swipe of her tongue, a bit more lively this time, a bit more sure, using the clutch of her calve just beneath his bottom to tug him into her, helping him chase the friction he so clearly yearns for, whether or not he's bold enough just yet to find it for himself. it's a silent permission to touch her, feel her; need her. )

[ He lets out a helpless, keening noise when she wraps a leg around his, a desperate little moan when their hips angle together, pressing her against him just so, enough to make him see stars. His hands clutches at Isabelle's hip, but this time he doesn't hesitate; they are as alone as they are going to be right now, and so he slips his hand under her clothes, spanning the small of her back, skin to skin, keeping her right where she is as he rolls his hips experimentally, unable to help himself.

If they were naked, right now, it would be... a whole different ballgame. But with their clothes on, the friction of his underwear against the tip of his erection is heaven and hell at the same time, hoping that every time he rolls his hips he's giving her some kind of friction too, something that feels good just like she's making him feel - a little stupid and crazy and bold and strong, she's making him feel.

And he pulls away from her lips, forcing his eyes open to look at her, free arm propping him up on the bed. He wants to ask if she's okay, if this is okay, but instead, he does a little thrust of his hips into hers again, looking for a reaction on her face. ]

I can't get over - how gorgeous you are.

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how is everything with them so grossly intimate i can't deal

I'm going to be sick and I don't want it to ever end

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i need izzy kissing icons, dis is blasphemy

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sort of nsfw