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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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[ 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.

( izzy's always been a woman that's sure of herself, and it was no different in the way she was physically with another—the prowess she carried in the bedroom hadn't come about by a plethora of partners, losing herself one after another's skin for sake of forgetting her own, it was all inherent little reflexes of the training she'd grown into, the lifestyle she'd been melded to live at such a young age.

resilient, unfearing, so devastatingly willing to feel, and that's what she gives to him. if she'd of guessed they'd b e tangled up as they were now, she definitely would've worn something a little more flexible than black jeans, but as it is they provide their own roughened friction, the seam of them grinding right up against that sensitive pearl of her clit every time he gives a roll of his hips, working a flush to her chest.

it's his hand pressed flush to the bare of her back that burns, leaves a searing imprint behind and causes each notch of her spine to curve a little bit further. and he'll get a reaction, eyelids slowly lolling into a close as a gasp treads past her lips lips, snaring at their edge in a harsh bite. she holds no ground to question the sincerity of his words—not when she can feel their truth.

again, gaze flickers open to find his waiting there, studying her, and she exhales shakily. a whisper, chasing his hips again- ) I want to make you feel good, Baby.

[ His lips curl in another smile, amused and fond and awed, all at the same time. ]

Oh, you - [ He pauses to gasp at another thrust, shivering violently. ] - you are. [ He licks his lips, feeling like his lungs have contracted to barely anything and he can't breathe. He didn't expect this - didn't expect for things to escalate that far, that fast. He imagines, for a moment, slipping his hand into her jeans, between her legs, but it feels like -

It feels like in a way, they still have everything to discover about each other, right now. Even if they're like this, moving against each other in such an intimate way, clinging to each other, there is still a world underneath her clothes that Baby wants to learn about. When he's not under the influence of some cake. When she wants to. When they're ready. ]

Do you feel good, too?

( it isn't difficult to tell by the way he moves against her, the way his hips feed into hers again and again, the way he clutches her as if in plea not to go anywhere but closer, just how good it is for him. there's a current that ignites amongst her spine as it sets in, as she lets herself wonder what he might look like coming apart, how he'd sound, how he'd manage to gasp and mew her name into the most broken melody of syllables, and she wants it for him. god, she does.

she presses her forehead to his own, glancing down between them to watch the rhythmic way in which he rocks into her, how he angles himself to rub up against her just how he needs it, just how it feels best—the amount of will it takes not to guide his hand beneath her denim instead, to the front where it's fastened and she's left aching. but it helps, to focus on him, to know that he's spiraling into that tell-tale end.

there's a moan that dares to break through her exhale, jaw clenched and instead a whimpering sounding around her swallow, nodding her head distractedly. digits fasten tighter in his hair, curling and tugging, curling and tugging again, working herself with him as to direct all of that luscious pressure right to the bundle between her hips. )

[ The noises she makes, the flush on her cheeks, the way she looks - when she nods it's all he needs to believe he's doing something right, even like this, even when they're still fully dressed and rutting against each other helplessly. It's not exactly what he thought would happen tonight - correction, it's absolutely not what he expected to happen, but here they are, and there is nowhere else in the entire world(s) Baby would rather be.

He feels the sensations building in the small of his back, lightning shooting up his spine when he moves, when she moves, when they meet in the middle, the tent filling out with the sounds of fabric rustling and soft gasps and moans. He wants to watch Isabelle lose it, bring herself to coming just by grinding against him; it feels like a fantasy coming to life, countered by the slight tug and pull of her hand in his hair, keeping him anchored into this reality with the small bite of pain.

Shifting just slightly, he makes sure they're aligned right when he thrusts up against Isabelle, his hand moving from her back to her side to her front, her shirt rucking up around his wrist when he moves up, fingers barely grazing the fabric of her bra, on the underside of her breast. He keeps his eyes straight on Isabelle, checking that he's not crossing a boundary she doesn't want him to, as his fingers grow bolder. ]

( as easy as it'd been to disregard any other soul around those bedouin tents, it was just as so, if not even more when cocooned in the petite, citrus-lit room for two in which they were currently tangled. with his shift her figure naturally curves to settle on her back, using that hook about his hip and the clutch in his locks to bring him with her, the prop of his arm leaving him above her still as the two moved in sync.

it's as if there's no room for words, no more than breaths and touches and sounds to guide one another, and it's evident the way he seeks out her approval, searching her for some sort of indication that it was okay to touch her, know her. again, her body speaks of it's own accord, chest bowing up to his touch, slipping the arm that's no longer pinned to the mattress beneath the back of his shirt for nails to bite.

it isn't entirely merciless, but she sinks them deep enough into the fluttering muscles to let him know that she needs it, the continuous tandem of that friction; if he doesn't stop, if he keeps going just like that, again and again abrading against the apex of her thighs, it won't be long before she snaps. breaths stumble against one another, keeping him raveled as close as possible as if she could hush her noises further into his skin, his mouth, dwindled down to higher octaves and whimpers on every few breaths. )

[ They keep on breathing into each other's mouths, close as can be but not kissing, just panting hard, and every time Izzy makes a noise, higher up still, Baby replies with one of his own, grunts and groans released against the bow of her lips.

It's everything he wants, almost. He moves his hand to cup her breast, but keeps it hidden behind her bra, just swiping his thumb against her nipple, hard under the fabric. He rocks his hips up, muscles tense, feeling the heat of her body, but still through layers of denim that makes him yearn for more and yet relish in this, right now; the two of them.

It's like they don't need more, that this is a natural escalation. They started at the bottom of a mountain and worked their way up. This wasn't their summit, either - Baby was certain there was much more to come, but it felt like another milestone, the two of them finally giving in to their carnal desires to an extent. Finally admitting that they both want this.

And they keep moving, and Izzy keeps on making all of these sweet little sounds that stick to Baby's skin, and it's so good and yet, Baby's orgasm, when it comes, hits him like a gut punch. He chokes on a breath, tensing up and going still for a moment, feeling himself come into his boxers, the flush of embarrassment following the elated feeling flooding his brain. ]

Oh my God I'm - so sorry -

( everything's heightened between them, there's nothing but the crisp sound of his gasps and the way her own stutter in attempts to hush them back, anything to further focus on his. she knows when he's unraveling, can see it in the way his eyes bloom with a tell-tale craze, desperation sitting in the subtlest tuft of his brow, however the most prominent giveaway is his hips. their lively ruts, chasing into her again, again, and the moment he seizes only to break into a tremble upon his release, she moans with him as if it were her own.

fingers remain tightly clasped within his hair, lightly dampened with sweat, only do they loosen and turn to a gentle, soothing brush toward the nape of his neck and back through when the twitches raking his body come to a still. he apologizes to her and she has to wonder how he could ever think such a thing belonged, that she'd ever expect it after bringing him to that by merely feeling her, outside of all of their layers.

index finger presses to his lips, a comforting hush falling from hers as she lifts her head to place petite kisses beneath each of his eyes, resting just against his cheek bones while a pleased, maybe even a little proud smile curls slowly to the edges of her mouth. ) What are you sorry for?

( she's still breathy herself, replacing that digit on the bed of his brims with a peck just there, looking at him as if in disbelief he should find any sort of embarrassment. lithe touch settles over the forearm hidden beneath the front of her shirt. ) I like it. ( a tiny hum, heavy with satisfaction. ) Lindo.

[ He feels the flush up his cheeks, one mixing his embarrassment with the pleasure still coursing through his veins. He knows that it's gone all too fast and she's not - she's not, and so he forces himself to shift his weight again on the bed, nose brushing against her as he presses his thigh between her legs, just in case he can actually help her get there. ]

It's just - [ He kisses the tip of her finger, and then her cheek when she lies her head against his, the two of them still sharing breaths. He's surprised by the pleased look on her face, how happy she is with the situation, like he hasn't failed her. ] - you haven't. And I'm just. I felt a little out of control.

[ He's not used to it. Much more used to keep himself absolutely calm and under control, even in the scariest, craziest of situations. She's making him feel a little wild. ]

But you really liked it?

( there's a secondary flush that rises to the swell of her cheeks once he shifts to nestle his thigh between her legs. it's more so that she hadn't expected it, that she was more than content to allow him that pleasure, she didn't need to finish herself in order for that same rush of satisfaction to course through her. still, there's no denying the interest that could easily rekindle should he keep up any motion to her clit, a short sigh of a breath being clipped from her lips. )

There's nothing wrong with losing control, Baby. Not like... like that; or at least, not with me. ( a brush of her thumb along his cheek, offering whatever bit of calm she can to attest what might be stirring within that mind of his. )

How couldn't I? It's kind of hot, querido. ( an admission that comes with a snicker, a hearty bite to her lips. )

[ He presses his thigh tight against her, rubbing a little, just experimentally, checking how it makes her react.

When she says it's okay to lose control like this, with her, Baby groan helplessly, burying his face in her neck, lips dragging against her skin, his leg moving even more tightly against Isabelle. ]

I feel like I can be exactly who I want to be, with you. [ He whispers into her neck, earnest and endlessly soft. ] Just myself, and you like that. You think it's hot.

[ He lets out a chuckle, and pulls back to look at her again, brushing a hand along her face. ]

There's so much about you I still want to discover.

( she knows it can't be entirely comfortable, the fact that he'd gotten off and now resorted his focus to her, though it's far easier now to hone in on that intoxicating way he brushes against her, directing himself with far too thoughtful of pressure to be accidental. she'd been too wrapped up in him, watching the flit of his features and the way pleasure painted him something she'd never seen before, something she already wants to see again.

how easily he flusters her, causing breaths to once more slip off track with face burrowed into the crook of her neck, chewing at the inner of her cheek. she tries to keep what restraint she has left in tact, wants to tell him that it's okay, that he doesn't have to—but she couldn't exactly preach of how she enjoyed him letting go of that control if she wouldn't offer up hers in return. ) Is it really- ( a hitch of an exhale, ) that much of a surprise?

( a whisper, and when he looks to her again, he'll see the way it's getting to her, how she can't help but to give a tiny rut of her hips in response to how good that attention feels. )

We have time. ( and for once, she believes it. trusts her own assurance and lets it equally quell what's keeping her wound, relaxing further into the bed beneath him. )

[ He lets another surprised chuckle, his eyes taking in the way her lips part, the way her pupils are swallowing up her irises, the thrill making her cheeks grow hotter. He feels her body move against his and he nods, encouraging. He wants her to come so badly, wants to see it on her face and feel it through her body, so extremely aware that he's the one that got her there. ]

It is, to me. [ He's speaking softly and a little teasing, even though he still is amazed that she's interested in him at all.

She says they have time, and she probably means it about what he said, on discovering everything there is to know about Isabelle Lightwood, but right now it feels like they don't - like he should be feeling more urgent. He hitches his thigh up again, his fingers hooked into the cup of her bra. ]

( the bow that'd previously begun to ravel before he'd been left trembling against her doesn't take long to build, remind itself of the heat that'd presided just moments before, the daze and subconscious rhythm her body can't help but to fall into and move with him. and she does, giving steady, deep swivels of her hips to use the friction of his thigh, his jeans, the pressure they provide in kind.

she'll hang on to that thought for when she can properly find a response to her tongue, for now heavy lids leave lashes fluttering closed, small moan escaping as throat bares itself in a slow crane backward, crown pressing against the plush of pillows beneath it. ) Baby.

( a hushed pant of his name, because he's got her, she's leaving herself entirely in his hands and it's all she can do to feel him, arm clasped up to the blade of his shoulders in a cling, the other in a clutch to the bicep keeping him propped at her side. )

[ Baby stays exactly where he is, pressing against Isabelle and letting her grind into him, watching the pleasure make her gasp, relax her features, in the most beautiful way. He never thought - never thought he'd ever see this, and yet here he is, looking down at the way she arches into him, grab at his arm, silently asking for more, more, more.

He listens and looks and drinks her in, his eyes wide, shivering as he looks down at Izzy. ]

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