hellicious | Riverview IC Inbox

My thing, yes. And yet here you are, stealing it.

[He didn't sound all that put out about it. If anything, he sounded more than happy to be there. She kept touching him and her fingers traced over a sensitive spot that had him moving his hands down to her ass to lift her up, pressing her back against the wall she was against. And still, he kept himself from closing that distance between their lips, clinging to that last bit of control.]

I didn't take you for the exhibitionist type, Chloe.

Sorry.

[Except she didn't really sound sorry much, if at all. And then she was being lifted and pinned to the wall, feeling the cool air of the Riverview wind brushing through her hair and against her back as he leaned her against the view of the city below. She wasn't worried, though, trusting him to hold her, especially when him gripping her and hauling her up allowed her to hook her legs around his waist to keep herself steady.]

We don't have to keep going.

I want to.

[He felt her legs around his waist, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck to keep her safely pressed to him and he felt a rush as he realized how much trust she was putting in him at that moment.]

I just... ah. Don't want you to regret... anything.

[Including possibly being caught while doing terribly naughty things on the roof of the building they shared with who knows how many people.]

I know my own mind, remember?

[She was a grown woman and knew what she was getting herself into, after all. Though she appreciated him and the care he was putting into this. Into her.]

I'm not doing anything I don't want to. But I'm not in any rush, either. I'm okay with just this.

[For now, anyway.]

Just this? What, trying to see if you can get the Devil to mess his pants? Now you're just being mean.

[Smiling as he said it, he let his nose brush lightly alongside hers, breathing in that scent he could pick out of a crowded room.]

I have needs, Chloe, and you're... well. You're more tempting than I think you realize.

No!

[She laughed at him and gave his back a gentle swat, grinning against him even as he brushed his nose against her.]

I'm just not used to you being so tentative. I'm alright, though, Lucifer. Really.

Full disclosure?

[One hand slid down to rest just along her ass, the other still holding her up near her shoulders as he looked at her.]

It was rather easy to be so forward when I was so sure you'd say no. I may have wanted you to say yes, but I had a feeling you wouldn't. It became a game. Trying to get you to change your mind. And then... you did. And now I--

[He sighed softly, stealing a quick kiss.]

I want everything to be perfect. I'm... you're important to me.

You're important to me too.

[Something simmered quietly underneath that easy statement, something unsaid, but she decided to let it go for now. And all this talk was slowly bringing her wits back about her.]

Maybe... we should go inside.

Inside...

[Right. Yes. Inside. Where they were less likely to be seen. Slowly and regretfully, he moved to set her back on her feet carefully, hands not leaving her as he slid them down, then up along her as he stood still where he was.]

Yes. I suppose that's best. Lovely view out here and all, but I'm, ah, a little distracted.

[As evidenced by what was still pressing against her.]

I can see that. And feel it.

[She let out a breathy little laugh against him, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands gliding over her. She pulled away from him as well, though she was limited by the wall directly behind her, her hands sliding down and away from his body to tug his hand away from her.

Carefully, she intwined their fingers together, motioning over towards the rooftop door.]

C'mon.

[She mentioned it, but she didn't seem too put off by it, and that had him smiling brightly. It was curbed by a pout when she moved his hand, holding his in hers and moving that little bit away from him, but she wasn't leaving him. Just... moving them inside. As they should. With a soft little groan, he used his free hand to adjust himself a bit, tugging his coat down in a futile attempt to cover himself.]

I truly hope we don't run into anyone inside. I'm told my... charm is worse when I'm riled up. Which I certainly am. Not complaining, though.

Before you ask about a threesome, the answer is a hard no.

[That'd certainly be awkward, if someone came upon them and tried to get involved. But she'd worry about that when and if it happened, carefully leading him towards the door.]

For our first time? Never.

[Maybe for their hundredth... as sort of an anniversary. If she was amenable.]

I think I'll take the safe route and wait for you to drag someone else into it.

[Which implied there'd be an 'it' to drag someone into. That there'd be a first time. Oh, bloody hell. Was he going-- were they going to finally...? There was an almost painful twinge from the direction of his groin.]

Mmf.

Someone's getting way ahead of themselves, there.

[She didn't say much more to that though, letting him dare to dream instead. Whether this be their first and last time or their first of many, she was alright with allowing herself to finally fall into him.

She heard that little groan of his and tugged him down the first stairwell, tightening her grip around his hand as she glanced at him over her shoulder.]

You look like you're being tortured.

Let's see how easy it is for you to walk down countless stairs with an erection.

[Because really, that cat was out of the bag. Yet he still stepped carefully down with her, feeling like he had a very thin thread of control left on how long he could go without putting his hands back on her.]

Yeah... can't say I've ever had that problem.

[She paced herself carefully, being sure to slow down as he eased his way down with her.]

Can you make it down the six flights...?

[He stopped as they hit the end of the flight, standing there on the platform and giving her a look.]

I can carry you out of a burning building, but you think it's stairs and an erection that's going to be my demise? Honestly, Detective.

I don't know. You're certainly acting like you're about to keel over.

[She stopped at the edge of the next flight of stairs, looking over at him up and down. Well, he certainly still seemed excited, that's for sure.]

Keeling over isn't the phrase I'd use.

[He took a step towards her, herding her back towards the wall.]

And you don't seem the slightest bit sorry for it. Not that I'm surprised, you little minx...

Oh. Sorry. Were you looking for a surprise?

[She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him back a bit, not hard but with enough force to let him know she was putting effort into it.]

[He grabbed at one of her hands, pulling her in as the other wound around her to draw her closer into him.]

Mm, you always surprise me. Arouse me. Indulge me. You do so many things with just a look, it's a wonder you don't have half the world lining up to try to get you to pay a smidgen of attention to them.

[He didn't need to work too hard, considering she was pressing back against him, but pushing a little further to guide him backwards.]

Yeah, right. Now you're just talking me up. Or you're just biased.

[He let her push at him, changing to walking backwards with her until he was backed up against the rail and wall, smiling down at her.]

I might be. But anyone who knows you, who can see you and what you do and isn't affected by that is a bloody idiot.

You'd probably be weirdly into that, wouldn't you?

[She could imagine his glee at watching something like that, and she tried to shove that image out of her head as she pressed him back into the wall until they were obscured partially by the stairwell.

Leaning in, she nipped at his earlobe before diving in to claim his lips.]

What, you trying to make me jealous. Haven't you done that before...?

[With that disgustingly hot red dress and those hapless fools. Or looking for the host of the party and that bumbling buffoon. Yes, she could easily make him jealous, but he supposed that if he could be assured that it was him she wanted... he wouldn't mind watching others fail. It was that possibility that she'd pick someone over him that always threw him off.

And then she was kissing him, pressing him up against the wall and nibbling at his ear before her lips were on his and his train of thought was thoroughly derailed, a hand at her ass yet again. She had a marvelous ass...]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject