driftfleet | Mistletoe Mingle!

[Yes. Big bed! Go NOW.

He manages to keep his tone even and low to match hers even with his mind screaming loudly at him.] You're sure? [As badly as he wants to take this further, her room seems like a much bigger step then his own.]

I asked you, remember. [And she knows her room is a thing. It's obviously a thing even if it isn't a thing they've really talked about. It's felt as much like Winn's room as hers even if he wasn't living there full time. His things are still there and for a long time it very much felt like he was still there. Sometimes it still does. But sometimes it doesn't. And it's lonelier that way and it is the bigger bed and it's moderately closer and she's almost offered before, but today she finally did.]

Good. [Because right now he wanted her more than anything he wanted before and he was tired of the world denying him what he wanted.

Unless she phases or does something to stop him, Vash will slip his long arms down around her hips and ass so he can lift her up into his arms. The perfect height to carry and kiss her as he hurriedly walks them to her room.] So let's get going right away.

[She was not expecting to be lifted up, but she doesn't phase, protest, or maneuver away. After the initial surprise and instinctive feeling of needing to reassert control she finds she likes that he is taking control. He's strong and obviously very into her and both of those things are pretty hot if she's honest.] Just don't walk me into a wall without warning. [With warning it would just be through a wall after all.]

No promises. I may be too busy kissing you. [Perhaps to prove that his last statement was a joke or maybe it was just to show off a little Vash does indeed busy himself by kissing her. Only instead of running into a wall he gracefully steps over one of the small maintenance robots that occasionally scurry around the ship. His pace doesn't even slow to do it. Making the most direct route to her room that he can.] Although, could you maybe give me a hand with the door?

[She kisses back and for once doesn't worry about what it's going to look like if someone else sees them. She's just having fun. She even laughs between kisses.]

Consider it handled. [She won't reach out to get the door or anything, but she will phase them through it.]

[That is exactly what he's hoping for as they turn down the hall that leads to the captain's room. He could tell her they were there if she hadn't noticed the familiarity of the wall around them, but he was too busy kissing her.

Instead he give her door a tentative tap with his foot to see if he'll go through it or not before walking fully through the would surface.]

[It's like there is nothing for him to tap against at all! Go on through, the solid stuff is less solid than usual. Or at least you are less solid than usual. On the other side that will change as soon as she senses they are clear of obstacles.]

The wall. [What's that? Do you need clarification? Does she want to listen to Pink Floyd?]

[Pink who?

The moment Vash feels nothing resisting against his testing foot he strides right in.

Originally he had been thinking about the bigger bed, but he takes no convincing at all to change to the wall. It was a whole lot closer so he was more than happy to give in to her suggestion. He does his best to not slam her into the wall of the ship, but his excitement is growing. His kisses coming faster and harder. Propping her against the wall like this he only needs his left, metal arm to support underneath her. Making sure she doesn't fall his fingers will curl into the soft flesh of her cheeks. Or, more likely he just wanted to squeeze her ass a little.

His other hand, once free of it's responsibility of not dropping her, immediately snakes it's way up under her shirt. Looking to cup her breast and start feeling her in his hand. It last for a couple seconds when he suddenly stops. His hand slides back out from under her shirt as he stops kissing.

Hopefully Kitty doesn't have enough time to think if he was having second thoughts because he's actually desperately trying to move as fast as possible right now. Bringing that hand up to his mouth and nearly ripping his glove off his hand with his teeth before spitting it onto the floor. Even before it lands Vash's hand is already back up her shirt where he feels it belongs and his lips return to her lips that he seems to think was severely lacking in kisses.

Yes. Being able to feel her without the glove on was much better to him.]

[It's possible she wanted the wall because it's closer and more urgent and hotter in a way that she is very into. All of that is true. It's also possible that once in the room she shared with Winn she still balked a bit at the idea of using the bed she shared with him this way. She doesn't really know and she is determined not to think about it!

Actually, she doesn't need all that much determination because Vash is pretty easily pulling her mind and body in different directions. He understood immediately what she wanted and he's giving it to her. She doesn't lose faith when he pulls his hand away. She wanted that glove off too. Skin to skin is better for her.

Her legs wrap around him, but only so she has some control in the situation. He seems plenty strong to hold her on his own which is exciting in itself. Her hands are free, so they go down. He's not wearing anything she can simply unbuckle and move out of the way, sadly. At least not not until she gets rid of the body armor. One of these days this will happen where she can be a little more subtle, but today is not that day. She grabs the armor and phases it through and off of him, discarding it haphazardly on the floor behind them.]

[Vash doesn't flinch anymore when she removes his armor. He's gotten use to the way it's there one moment and then suddenly gone in the next. Unable to match how easily she can remove clothing he focuses on her neck. A clear spot that he doesn't have to waste time on for the moment.

His one hand not holding her continuing to touch her breast his mouth trails a line of kisses along her neck. Then once he reaches the curve where her neck and shoulder meet he suddenly gives a gentle bite before sucking hungrily at her skin. His mouth will be leaving a red mark behind unless she tells him to stop.]

[How are you ever going to have sex with a non-phasing person with armor like that, Vash? Priorities! Unless you like being with Kitty or something weird like that.]

Mmm...Mmm...Mmmngh... [She really likes the next kissing and just all of that he's doing, but she doesn't let it distract her too much from her goal. Now that the armor is off she rubs her hand along the front of his pants, feeling for the outline of what she hopes is already an erection. But not too much play first because she wants to get in there, bringing her fingers to the fastenings so she can open his pants up. She's not too worried about taking them off. She just wants access.]

[She doesn't need to hope. Vash had a erection before they even phased through the door. Perhaps if he wasn't so distracted by putting his lips on every inch of her skin he would question why she was using her hand and not phasing his pants off. Not that he minds. The build up was exciting as she works her way to her prize.

While she does that he follows the edge of her bra around to her back. Looking for the claps and foolishly going to try to take it off with his one hand. Something he has next to no experience doing.]

[There is a thrill that comes with the power and control of using her ability to remove clothes, but there's something a lot more tactile and intimate about just using her hands. This way they both feel every move. Even the awkward, fumbling, desperate ones. Maybe especially those. But she doesn't want to just touch him. She wants to free him enough for her. And since he has other priorities right now, she will just phase her pants off. Underwear too. She leaves the bra though. She prefers feeling Vash work on it.]

[Oh no! Why did she help with the easy to remove piece of clothes and not the hard one! It will likely take an embarrassingly long time to get it undone. He only has the one hand and he doesn't have a whole lot of practice at this just yet.

Although with her underwear and pants now removed he shifts his other arm. Allowing the legs wrapped around him to help support her as he tries to wiggle his thumb closer towards a more sensitive area of her body.

While that happens he finally gets the bra clasps undone and he's able to move the pesky bit of clothing away from his prize. Fingers brushing gentle against her nipple once he snakes his hand in-between the loose bra and her breast. Continuing to kiss her the entire time.]

[She kisses him back with increasing intensity and it didn't exactly start slow and languid. Her body shifts against his, trying to get them in an easier position so she can lower herself onto him. Clearly, she's a little less interested in the foreplay right now though she's not exactly sending Vash's hand packing when it massages her breasts.] I want you. [She manages in quick breathless bursts between kisses.]

Yes. [He meant to say more. Say how he wanted her too, needed her, so badly, but he can't stop kissing her to get that many words out. Although he can get the idea with the way her body shifts that she's trying to lower herself.

As loathe as he is to stop touching her he only has the one free hand. The metal one lowering her down and his free hand he uses to help try to guide himself into her. Trying to go slow, but trembling with his pent up excitement and lust for the woman he was holding.]

[They are both strong, athletic people who could probably do this for awhile, but wall sex is really about the urgency after all, not as much the warm up or cuddling afterward. Those are good. They're great. They're just not the itch she's trying to scratch right now. Speaking of which, when he takes command it frees her up a little to run her nails down his back even as he fills her.]

[Vash still had a fair amount to learn when it came to the finer points of sex. Like when he should go fast and when he should go slower. Luckily he's a fairly fast learner.

He moans loud and encouraging at those nails that run down her back. It is soon joined by a satisfied hum as he slides into her. He breaths heavy into her ear as he works on sliding her fully down onto himself.] I want you so badly. [He manages to get out before his lips are too distracted kissing at her jawline. His hips already starting to rock and he uses both the wall and his hands to help him. It's going to take a few tries before he can actually find a suitable rhythm. There will be no questioning that this is his first time doing something like this. It will take a little practice.]

[To be fair, some of that learning is done each time with each partner and in each moment, just trying to find the right rhythm. It's a little like dancing that way. But he probably has more experience with sex than dancing, so that's a moot point.]

Take me. [As if he isn't already, but she likes hearing that he wants her. She encourages it and she wants to encourage him to be a little aggressive with this. As if just getting the basic mechanics down isn't tricky enough. But she does what she can to help him as she pushes herself up as best she can before pushing back down even deeper.]

Kitty. [He grunts out her name. His mind thinking he should say something, but his cock only caring about where it was. Made it nearly impossible to think. He appreciates the encouragement and quickly falls into it. Pushing harder, deeper, and faster than he usually would be at this point. Grunting excitedly into her ear with the effort it takes to keep her up and rocking his hips.]

[She'd be encouraging him to go faster and harder if he wasn't already doing that of his own accord. It feels like they're in sync now. There's the occasional inelegant thrust given the awkwardness of the position but for the most part it's perfect and exactly what she wanted. This isn't something she wants all the time or even that often necessarily. It might not even feel great tomorrow, but she can't think about anything except how it feels. She's totally lost in the moment of him slamming into her over and over again. She makes a half moan, half grunting sound with each thrust. Her body balances itself on instinct. Her hand reaches down to rub herself for a different kind of stimulation to bring her closer. It won't be long. They can't keep this up that long.]

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[For as scrawny Vash can look he was surprisingly strong. Daily and rigorous morning work outs have their advantages, but even he can't keep this up forever. As much as he might want to.

The friction and burn of skin on skin was giving him a rush that he didn't want to ignore. How almost uncomfortably warm what lingering clothing he had on was getting. The smell of the room. Everything was so overwhelming in such a good way all at once.

Her name is the only thing he can say as he feels himself slip in and out. Even her name being too difficult most of the time. It comes up in a mess of guttural grunts and moans.

When he does come he pushes her hard against the wall once more. Crying out in ecstasy which will probably be quite loud with how close to her ear he was in that moment. He keeps one hand on her, but he needs to take one away to push up against the wall. Afraid that if he was to take that supporting hand away now his legs may give up on him and he'll drop the both of them.

He doesn't completely remove himself from her right away. Breathing heavily and using the wall for some support he just wants to stand and bask in this moment. Just for a few seconds while he enjoys the euphoria of experiencing such lust and passion with someone. Also wondering if he should get ready to go again or try for a bit longer if he had lost control too soon for her.]

[He was managing to at least somewhat cobble together the breath for, "Kitty" long after all she could do was gasp and moan or give little excited grunting sounds as he'd thrust up inside her. And as luck would have it, she was tightening around him with her own orgasm shortly before his. She wouldn't have minded riding it out a little longer, but she's far from dissatisfied when he grasps the wall to keep from tumbling downward.

She can feel him still inside her—spent—and a part of her really just wants to soak in the closeness and stay like this for a long time. But it's not the most practical way of standing. She appreciates that he's physically able to maintain the position. It's not exactly easy for her either. But not the kindest position to leave him in.]

Bed? [She asks, still breathless.]

[Vash doesn't respond right away. Breathing deeply in and out for a few seconds. Filling his lungs with smell of her, but even more than that, the smell of the two of them together. It was beautiful to him.

Then he nods his head still leaning close to her neck she may feel the movement then see it. He gives her cheek a quick kiss before agreeing.] Bed. [He shuffles her in his arms as he finally slips himself out. Perhaps wanting to show off just a little he finds a little more energy to push them off the wall and carry her to the bed. Although bending to set her down or sitting together onto the bed proves to be too much for him. Instead of anything graceful he falls backwards onto the bed in a bit of a heap and a bout of honest laughter at his failure.]

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