[ There are approximately two empty pizza boxes and three-and-a-half polished-off pints of ice cream scattered across the coffee table between the two of them by the time Kara Danvers slides into Barry Allen's lap, the old movie they'd been making their best effort to curl up and watch together still playing in the background. In fact, the flickering from the television screen is the only real source of lighting in the room that isn't the backdrop of National City through the windows, which makes the whole thing just feel... sexier, somehow.
Even before they'd started kissing she was already cuddled up into him, head nested on his shoulder with her legs drawn up beneath her and her fingers idly plucking at the buttons on his shirt, and when he'd dropped his arm from the back of the couch to lightly stroke fingers through her hair she'd stretched against him like a cat, making a soft noise in the back of her throat before she could even stop herself. Her first instinct had been to freeze, to look up and try to play it off with some lame joke, but once she'd found his gaze in the semi-darkness and realized neither of them was paying attention to the movie anymore, it was all over from there.
She's settled into a straddle across his thighs, cupping his face gently between her palms, kissing him like she hasn't even known she's wanted to but absolutely throwing herself into it now that she's here in this moment. He's warm, he's so warm beneath her and against her and in a burst of sudden impulse she breaks the kiss and perches on his knees to peel her sweater off, blonde hair spilling down past her shoulders once it clears her head — and then she just looks at him, pausing before leaning in to pick up right where they've left off. ]
This — it's okay, right? [ She whispers it, searching his face, unsure if this will be the point when he tells her to stop or if they might not be able to say they're just friends anymore; deep down she really, really hopes it's the second one, because if she's being honest with herself she's had a crush on him for longer than she was even fully aware of it. ]
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[ barry has done his best not to vibrate. it's a really, really hard feat to do when he's horny and he has a very hot friend on his lap who sometimes moves enough to brush against his crotch.
while he knows kara wouldn't be turned off from his vibrations, barry wants this to be as normal as possible. they're two friends watching a movie on a couch in her home city. that's as normal as they're ever going to be. ]
Yes.
[ that came out a little too eager. barry swallows and shifts against the couch, feeling that pillow behind him move slightly out of place. it's not going to matter in the long run. he has a feeling they'll end up on the floor or one of them will zoom the other to her bed.
at that thought, he shifts his hips and knows that's only going to draw her attention to the fact he's still wearing his jeans and he's getting a little hard from all this. nothing to really be ashamed of—he wants her to know he wants this, if his flushed skin and mussed hair and shirt are anything to go by.
he lets his gaze linger on her collarbones, knowing that he can do that. she's invited him to do that by taking off her shirt. kara's pretty fit from all the flying and lifting skyscrapers...
give him a second, he's turning his brain off from overthinking on every little thing. ]
I mean… I've been trying not to vibrate since you straddled me, so, this is more than okay. [ his face flushes red and he looks shyly away from her, but then his gaze is back on her collarbones and trails down her chest to her very strong torso.
his brows furrow together as he peers up at her, head tilted to the side. ] Is it okay with you?
[ She doesn't know why she needs to hear it — other than the obvious fact that consent is really, really sexy and very important all by itself — but the other half of it is just wanting to know that they'll be okay after this, that kissing him or whatever they end up doing next isn't going to ruin everything, that maybe it's actually going to make things better. She wants the kissing and the taking off her top and the thought she's harboring about slowly mouthing her way down his abs and whether or not they'll make it to her bed to all add up to something they both want, so that's why she doesn't just want to check in. She needs to. ]
Okay. [ She breathes it, more than a little relieved; she's down to her bra and leggings with her perch still in his lap now, and obviously even through the scratch of denim there's not much left to the imagination, which means she can already tell that the press of their bodies is having an effect on him too. Her first instinct is to duck her head, hide the flush in her cheeks, sink teeth into her lower lip — but then she peers up to his face instead, a soft chuckle escaping when he admits he's been trying to keep it together. ]
I mean, if you wanted to — to do that, that would be okay too. [ The vibrating, she means; it's not like it's anything she's ever felt before and obviously she's never thought about what it would mean for this but now that she's practically topless and in his lap, how can she not think about it? Her mind is racing ahead to whether he can limit it to different parts and if there are different speeds and — okay, Danvers, slow down.
She smiles down at him, warm and affectionate, and her arms slowly wind around his neck as she guides herself in until her top half is pressed to his. ] More than. [ She fits their mouths together again after that, slow but also confident enough to kiss him more deeply this time, maybe even subtly rocking her hips against his. ]
[ he's still a little unsure of the whole vibrating thing. (he's never gotten any complaints before, but, you know, none of those non-complainers knew who he was until after everything.) he wants to be barry and not barry-the-flash with her, but he also hasn't undergone numerous personal obstacles and lessons to only find himself back at square one when it comes to the fact barry allen is the flash and the flash is barry allen.
kara likes him for who he is, and she's made it clear numerous times (sometimes when he's having a freak out) that bartholomew henry allen is the flash and the flash is bartholomew henry allen, and his name isn't as horrible as he makes it out to be. just like she's supergirl and kara danvers and kara zor-el all wrapped into one. denying her the flash means denying her himself, and barry's never wanted to do that.
whew.
overthinking is a thing that happens quite often, and it's been occurring a lot more with her. he thought the moment she pressed her mouth to his that maybe he'd stop thinking, but it's only sped up.
just like it is now. instead of focusing on the feel of her mouth against his, he's thinking, and that thinking leads to more thinking, which only spirals into him, well, not thinking. because he stops.
palming her back, he smiles against her lips and thinks a good thought this time.
what part of him should he vibrate?
his fingers hum very, very lightly, but that's not the part of himself he wants to vibrate. barry tries to distract her by opening his mouth beneath hers before he actually tries vibrating his lips and tongue. ]
[ This doesn't happen easily for her — not with regular people, and especially not with people who don't know the truth about her. She's had to be so, so careful to hold back, to not run the risk of accidentally using her powers and hurting someone, that it's kept her from letting herself have what she wants for so long.
And maybe she could've included Barry on that list before, but a big part of her hadn't wanted to risk the friendship they already have, something full of support and honesty and really good ice cream, for the sake of something else.
She might be throwing herself into the deep end metaphorically, but here she can almost tell that he's thinking about something and it nearly makes her lean back from him to ask about what's on his mind. Of course, that's the moment he then chooses to test that vibrating potential against her, lips and tongue offering those low pulsations to prompt a soft laugh from her throat at the lightly ticklish sensation. It's a surprised sound more than anything else, but obviously what he's doing is making her mind race ahead to the potential of other places he could be doing it in, and it makes her unconsciously squeeze him with her thighs a little tighter. ]
You're so full of surprises. [ She breaks the kiss to breathe that sentiment against his lips, tipping their foreheads together, but she's smiling from behind closed eyes as she strokes his jawline with her thumb, slow and affectionate, and when she ducks her head it's in order to mouth over the column of his throat, trailing kisses down toward his shirt collar. ]
[ barry sighs, enjoying how warm her lips are against his neck. his pulse beats fast—possibly as fast as him—and so loud he thinks she must hear it. ]
You're full of super surprises. [ he flushes a red akin to the colour of his very first suit. he laughs, knowing how lame that is, but if anyone's going to appreciate his lame puns, it's kara.
he takes a moment to enjoy her mouth on his neck before he even thinks of what he wants to do next. while he had once kept a wall up between him and his partner post-being hit by lightning so as not to reveal who he truly was, he doesn't have to have that wall up anymore. it's smashed down like supergirl's literally flown through it—and maybe she has, considering he's stopped thinking a lot about the bad "what ifs" and has started considering the good ones.
there's another good "what if" he wants to entertain.
flattening his palms against her back, he vibrates his fingertips lightly, wanting to create a warm sensation that's both comfortable and distracting for her. he focuses his attention on her thighs flanking his sides, enjoying that she could easily crush him like a twig if she really wanted to.
as if to remind her that she can do just that, he vibrates his thighs, a little faster than he had his tongue and mouth. ]
[ Kara snorts, a very unattractive sound that gets halfway-stifled against the column of Barry's throat, and she can definitely hear the way his pulse speeds up, but mostly because she's made a habit of trying to keep an ear out for anyone she's closer to, anyone where an accelerated heartbeat might indicate that they're actually in trouble or she can't locate them through any other means. It's helped before, when she's had to search for a kidnapped Alex in National City, but right now, it just lets her know she's on the right track. ]
You're such a dork.
[ But she says it with every ounce of endeared affection she can muster, especially because she's in the middle of nuzzling underneath his jawline — has he always smelled this good and she's just never picked up on it before, or are these feel-good sensations making her rethink everything she thought she knew about her best friend? Either way, she's not thinking about much of anything when he guides his hands to her back and initiates that vibration, making her instinctively gasp and then arch into his touch because of how nice it feels. ]
Oh, that's — [ And then her mouth drops open a little when he does the same move with his thighs beneath her, and she really can't elaborate on where she feels that the most, but the fact that she leans forward with a hand braced on the couch cushion behind him and reflexively rolls her hips down into it is probably an indication of what she's experiencing, especially since she can't seem to stop herself from reacting. ]
Okay, I always knew you could do that, I guess I just didn't know you could do that. [ As in, use it while he's getting busy, or something that could very easily get her off if that's what he's after here. ]
[ barry smiles as he peers up at her, feeling very much like that was the best move. he hasn't used it a lot—ever since accidentally vibrating during his earlier days as being the flash, he's done his best to perfect his control over it—but he thinks the minimal use is worth it.
arching his brow, he smiles playfully, ] It wasn't too much?
[ if anyone can take him vibrating through the couch, it's supergirl, but sometimes even barry wants to treat kara like she isn't some indestructible force. she deserves to feel special. ]
Too soft?
[ as if to prove how soft his vibrations can go, he concentrates and vibrates his thighs ever so softly, it feeling like a gentle hum. his skin flushes warm from the movement and the fact he knows it's turning kara on. ]
Too much?
[ cue him speeding it up, a little more intense than it was before. it's a short, intense burst before his thighs return back to muggle status. ]
[ It’s... new, mostly, seeing Barry make that kind of face at her, more than just his usual brand of conspiratorial mischief that she’s more used to from The Flash when they’ve just hatched a brilliant plan together on the fly. No, this is... well, sexy feels like an accurate way of putting it when he arches one eyebrow at her like that, makes her teeth hook a hold into her lower lip and her cheeks flush bright pink. It’s a reaction she’s not used to having for him either if her ducking her head to avert her gaze is any indication.
And then he vibrates beneath her again and she draws in a breath, sharp, through her nose; there’s no way he doesn’t know what she’s feeling when he does that, even when it’s gentle enough to tickle the underside of her thighs and subtly between them. ]
No, it’s — [ She gasps even more when he does it again — faster, harder — and her hands drop to reflexively clutch his shoulders, although she has to stop herself from squeezing too hard so she doesn’t risk breaking a bone or something terrible. Instead, she leans into him with an awed chuckle, tipping their foreheads together. ] I’m just thinking about what that would be like — [ During. ] — and... I think you might be on to something there, Barry Allen.
[ She ducks in to nose along the curve of his neck, pressing her lips there softly, a gentle trail all the way up to his ear where she ventures a nibble of the lower lobe. ] But maybe we should, you know, go to the other room first? [ As much as she doesn’t want to get off him, she’d also prefer that this happen in an actual bed, not the couch. ]
[ it's charming to know he can take supergirl by surprise. he always holds the super family in high admiration, clark always seemingly chuckling at his jokes as if he could literally see through him and spy the joke making its way up from his gut to his throat.
but he's not thinking of clark right now. really, he wonders if kara can see that tightly inside of him, and spy the nerves that light his cells on fire. can she see how he wants to vibrate during sex—god, he flushes and then that settles quickly, another benefit of being quick—and see how she reacts? he doesn't vibrate right now out of sheer nervousness from practice and from the simple comfort of her presence.
brows lifting, he looks shocked. ] Oh!
[ before he even finishes his exhale, he grips her and catapults them off the couch, zipping quickly through the short hallway and to the bedroom. he drops her on the bed like he's the super and hovers over her, knees flanking her thighs and his skin lit with tendrils of kinetic energy. if she wants to be on top, she can easily make that so.
[ In fairness, she's half-convinced that her cousin purposefully attempts to make Barry squirm just for his own amusement, but she's also not thinking of Clark right now; her thoughts couldn't be any further from anything that isn't Barry and his warmth underneath her and her incredibly conscious of the fact that she's still only mostly covered by her bra.
She doesn't get to mention that, or even move to adjust the problem; in what feels like the blink of an eye, they've gone from the couch to the bed and she drops down against the mattress with a whoosh of breath, almost already laughing as he hovers over her, crackling with light and speed and whatever else makes him almost glow in her sight. ]
I'm never going to get over you doing that.
[ But she reaches up, hand slipping across the nape of his neck to guide him down to her; she wants the press of him too much to wait, is too eager to kiss him again. Maybe she'll flip them over eventually, want to be on top too much and let her impatience get the better of her.
For now, though, she just surges up to meet him halfway in it, thumb sweeping across the edge of his jaw as she finds his mouth and then gives an intentional tug to the hem of his shirt. Time to start ditching layers, Allen. ]
[ despite being a quick talker, thinker and actor, barry's a bit too slow to question what she's never going to get over. it should be pretty simple given that it's kind of obvious… but barry's head is somewhere else.
smiling and laughing softly against her lips, he furrows his brows, suddenly a slow learner and thinker. he thinks about vibrating out of his shirt, but he does want some part of this to feel normal. they're not the flash and supergirl, but just barry and kara. that in itself is pretty amazing to him.
he pulls his hands away from her and reluctantly leans back. resting his weight on his knees flanking her, he tugs at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. it's hardly sexy, but he drops his shirt to the bed and peers down at her with an amused smile and frown. ]
What are you never going to get over?
[ he needs details. it's in his nature to hunger for them. ]
[ it doesn't matter how many flowers she tries on, none of them are going to be good enough. you see, dick has really high standards when it comes to his hippies. they have to look good, be great, make him laugh, and make him blush (even though he'll deny it until the cows come home).
said high standards are why she's on his lap and he's got his hands on her hips as he peers up at her, furrowing his brow as he makes a show of not quite liking this flower arrangement, either. this is the fifth time she's placed this flower behind her ear. the first time, he thought it wasn't angled right; the second it was behind the wrong ear; the third was that he felt it belonged better in a flower crown; and the fourth was because he was too distracted kissing her neck to really bother looking.
but izzy's got him looking now. she plays the part far better than he does. he's already impatient and getting handsy, but he'll keep this up for however long she wants to pretend a flower in her hair is going to make him want to be seen with her in public (like they haven't been seen out in public at all). ]
Hmm. No. This one doesn't work, either.
[ his eyes move down to her neck where he bows and begins kissing her once more, tracing one of her tattoos. it's nice that she lets him see it; he gets to lose his concentration more and more on purpose and it's her fault.
see? he's not looking at the flowers because he's too busy grazing his teeth cheekily against her skin. ]
[ The only reason she plays the part better is because she's enjoying the game, seeing how long it'll take before he caves completely. (There's also the fact that she's trained in undercover work some, but that's not important right now.) His impatience is enjoyable but it's not quite enough to get her to break and give in to what she really wants from him.
Admittedly, it's a lot harder to resist when he's kissing her neck like that.
She lets out a laugh that trails off on something akin to a sigh, one hand moving to the back of Dick's head while the other pulls the flower from her behind her ear. ] You're not even looking. [ Not a complaint, just an observation.
Ducking her head, Izzy lets her lips ghost over his ear when she speaks this time. ] You could just admit that the flower isn't necessary... [ Tempting as it is to tease his ear with her tongue, Izzy pulls back instead, tucking the flower behind his ear this time. ]
Or we could leave it there. I think it suits you better, anyway.
[ where dick had been very interested in kissing her neck and seeing just how long it took for her to grow impatient, she slides her flower behind his ear. he pulls back, feigning a confused frown as he looks at her. he keeps his hands on her hips as he does so. ]
It doesn't suit me.
[ he purses his lips and shakes his head decisively. it doesn't matter that the hasn't seen it in the mirror. anything and everything looks far better on her—a flower, a hippie patterned dress, him.
he doesn't pull the flower from behind his ear.
leaning forward, he smiles as his gaze drops back down to her neck. ]
It looks far better on you. Just like I do.
[ smooth. 15/10. his smile transforms into him trying to stifle his laugh and blush. that was horrible. god, this is why he doesn't speak. ]
[ It is horrible, but admittedly, that's part of why she likes it. A slow grin spreads across her face as she plucks the flower from behind his ear. ]
You look pretty good beneath me, too.
[ She can't imagine a way he wouldn't look good, honestly. Especially with that color blooming on his cheeks, which she brushes her fingertips against while the other hand slips the flower behind her ear once more. He won't like the placement of it this time either, she's sure.
Except perhaps he will if she removes something else. Pulling her tank top over her head, careful not to dislodge the flower, Izzy tosses it recklessly behind her, uncaring of where it lands. ]
Is this better? [ She means the flower placement, of course. ]
[ scrunching up his face, he shakes his head. ] Nope. [ she expected that as an answer, right?
keeping one hand on her hip, he palms the small of her back, fanning out his fingers before he starts sliding it up her spine slowly. if he has a preferred placement for her flower, he doesn't show it. he's a little busy, you know? proving he looks good beneath her is a very, very difficult task—a little hard, too.
bowing, he returns his mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin. ] I think I should see the flower from a different angle, you know?
[ except he doesn't change his angle at all. he keeps his face burrowed in her neck, kissing along the column of her throat so he can nip at her earlobe. ]
[ She did. She also expected him to get a little more distracted by the fact that she's topless (well, nearly topless, as there's still a bra in the way).
Izzy's laugh is breathless as his kisses travel further up, her head tilting slightly to give him easier access. Hands settling on his arms, she shifts somewhat above him, hips bumping and pressing in closer to his. ]
And what angle would you like to see it from, Dick? [ Because he has yet to move, although she's finding it quite difficult to be bothered by that fact. ]
[ give him a moment, he's busy trying to give her a hickey at the top of her neck. he's not usually someone who's blessed with time, so he lets himself have a few minutes. while he's very, very determined, he figures he can leave his mark a little later. she's invited him to see her from an angle and who is he to deny either of them?
pulling away from her, he lowers himself back down onto the bed and smiles up at her. ]
From this angle. [ he says it with a furrow of his brows, as if he's been contemplating the thought. he lets his gaze trail up the length of her and up to her flower that actually looks nice from this angle. ]
You look pretty good from here. [ he reaches up to brush his fingers against her torso, tracing over bare skin and then the shape of her shadowhunter marks. ]
[ Izzy would've been perfectly content with a verbal answer if it meant he continued teasing her neck like that, but she's not about to complain when he lays back instead. The view from where she's at is pretty great, too. And not just because she gets to see clearly the way he's looking at her, desire obvious in his eyes. ]
Mmmh. I'm glad we finally found a position that works. [ She grins, suggesting it's not just the placement of the flower she's talking about.
Her fingers trail over his outstretched arms, starting at the wrist and working their way down to his elbows. ] Though you are awfully far away now. [ To remedy that, Izzy moves one hand to the bed near his head, supporting her as she leans down, her hair falling over her shoulders.
The other hand settles as his side, perhaps bunching the fabric of shirt a bit so her fingers can dip beneath it and touch his skin. With her lips hovering over Dick's she murmurs, ] How's this?
[ he does his best not to shift or squirm at her hands on his stomach, but he can't help it. deep down beneath all those scars and callouses, dick's a boy who is ticklish.
and he realises how dangerous it is to remind izzy of this fact, but he trusts her to use that knowledge against him when she's not half-naked and on top of him.
stretching slightly, he tries to elongate his chest and get her fingers shifting against his skin. her fingertips feel warm. he keeps his light on her waist, tapping his fingers against her skin as he tries his best to feign being contemplative. ]
And still a little far away. [ scrunching up his face playfully, he shakes his head. ] Angle's still not working. You might need to try something else, like… [ he shrugs. ] coming closer?
[ Though tempting to use how ticklish Dick is against him, Izzy's got much better things in mind right now, including taking the invitation the stretch of his body offers to explore the skin beneath his shirt a bit more. Her palm trails up his side, bunching his shirt further until her thumb can pass over the underside of his ribs. Her other fingers curl around his side, spread across his skin as though she's desperate to touch as much of him as possible.
Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]
[ it doesn't take much to distract dick, but hands in the right places tend to do the trick. despite the fact he's slightly ticklish, she easily distracts him from it by the press of her mouth. he inhales heavily through his nose in a successful bid to relax and doesn't respond to her hands lightly caressing his chest. he arches up slightly into her hands and doesn't care at the fact he moans low in his throat.
he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
[ Izzy will happily take a delayed answer if it means more time spent kissing him. Actually, she'll postpone or give up any number of things in favor of this right here: his hands in her hair, his lips teasing hers, her hands able to freely explore his torso and feel the defined muscles flexing as he moves.
A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
[ although he wants to pretend he is as hard and immovable as stone, her hands on his torso make him suck in his chest and his muscles twitch. dick grayson is ticklish and even the gentlest of touches can make him squirm.
luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ Izzy lets out a quiet, happy sound when she pulls his shirt off, tossing it behind her without a care as to where it ends up. Her hands drift back to his abdomen, touching him with enough pressure to hopefully keep it from tickling him too much. Though it could be fun, her goal right now is not to make him squirm.
At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
[ he hums, smiling. it's hard not to smile when izzy's around. sometimes, he thinks that this is what being happy feels like—and he knows that being happy is a dangerous, dangerous thing to feel. happiness is easier to lose than sadness.
he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
[ look, there's nothing suspicious about the fact that nightwing has turned down the opportunity to venture out into the city and take down a few bad vigilantes and politicians. dick's always been eager to be a part of the crew, showcasing that he is just as valuable as captain america and iron man (scarlet witch is in a league of her own).
but today, he opts to stay back at the headquarters and mind the place. people know about it. they've had a few trespassers over the last few weeks… nightwing should stay back with wanda, it's fine.
it's totally fine. not at all suspicious. the team's going to be out for a good few hours and he's going to mind the place with wanda.
he sidles up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist in the kitchen. they have the entire building to themselves and dick doesn't want to waste any time in pretending that she doesn't know how ridiculously tidy he keeps his room and he has no idea how she personalises hers. he's a little over pretending her quips with natasha about his ass aren't ones that he then likes to use against her much later when no one else has their eyes on them.
carrying out secret relationships for the sake of keeping the team together is something he isn't new to. but he's starting to grow impatient.
pressing his chest to her back, he tightens his hold on her and rests his chin against her shoulder. her hair's always nice and soft, and he presses his cheek into it because he can. ]
Everyone's finally gone.
[ he turns his face into her neck and begins to kiss her skin slowly. ]
[ is she supposed to be worried about being separated from the rest of the group? selfishly, she's so glad to be with him, like she's always glad to be with him. the last time the group had been severed in half, he'd gone one way and she had been forced to go the other. it'd taken far too long to come back together again, and since then, elena's been brave and stupid in ensuring that she's always close to 10k. he's the one person out of them all who actually realises she doesn't need to be protected.
she shouldn't be grateful that they're stuck in this rundown shabby motel together, but she is, and she realises how wrong that is. she lets it hang over her for a moment while she washes her face in the bathroom and leaves it in the sink as she returns to the only room that seems like it wasn't ransacked by zombies.
a part of her feels a touch guilty for not being worried. they're all capable of fighting zombies—all of them could fight them in their sleep.
speaking of sleep, elena's trying to devise a way to trick 10k into sleeping. he's been up for the last three nights, refusing to heed their promise that he'd wake her up after two hours so she could take her "shift" (and she falls for it every time when he says he'll do it this time, he swears it).
elena stands before him where he sits on the couch, hands on her hips in her most menacing pose. it used to scare half her friends into submission, but she doesn't expect it to work on him. ]
You need to sleep.
[ just in case he thinks to stand up or trick her again, she leans forward, curls her fingers around his shoulders, and takes her place on his lap. her knees flank his legs as she makes herself comfortable on his thighs. ]
I'm taking the first watch tonight. Nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise and I will not get off of you until you say yes.
( It’s stupid. More accurately, she’s stupid, but there time between provisions being sent is stretching out too long, and Kol needs blood. And honestly, maybe that’s too flimsy an excuse, because maybe she just wants to know what the sharp sting of his teeth and the sucking pressure of him drinking her blood would feel like.
Maybe it’s just an easy excuse, because he’s her mate, and if she’s flirting because he’s funny and they have a laugh and stop being a tit and just drink my blood if you want to then it might take the edge off the other things she wouldn’t mind doing with him. They’re thoughts she’s tried to chase away just besides she knows she’s a nightmare and she doesn’t want to wreck whatever ridiculous, solid dynamic they have.
Anyway, here she is; rolling her eyes as she brings the cascade of curly hair round to one shoulder, holding it in one hand, while the other undoes a couple of her shirt buttons. The shirt is patterned with flamingoes and pineapples wearing sunglasses, because of course it is.
With the shirt loosened, she glances over her shoulder at Kol. )
Come on, I got enough bourbon on me that I’m probably gonna be like a fucking cocktail.
( Teasing, as she cants her neck to one side. Exposing her neck and shoulder means exposing her scars and her tattoos, and though she’s more comfortable with sharing one of those than the other, whatever. Screw it. )
How many times do I have to tell you that hardly matters?
[ kol's been drinking blood a lot longer than she's even been alive that sometimes he thinks it has no taste at all. or perhaps that's a consequence of being locked in a coffin with a dagger courtesy of his vindictive family in his back. either way, kol likes to sometimes burst sarissa's bubble, if only because it's worked in his favour of having her distracted from the task at hand.
she's right to urge him on, though. he's hungry. control has never quite been his thing—never really bothered with it, considering he was the vicious and psychotic mikaelson—but he exudes great control right now because he must.
inhaling deeply, he does his best to control his instincts now. the last thing he wants to do is rip sarissa into shreds—not that he will, but he's done it plenty of times to nameless people over the centuries for fun. is this what it's like to have a blood bag that you care about?
he looks at her neck and can hear her blood rushing beneath her skin. another inhale in centres himself and keeps those veins beneath his eyes at submerged. ]
I can wait another day, you know. I'm hardly hungry.
[ he's starving, and his temper has been flaring with anyone who isn't her. ]
( There’s an anxious pang in her gut, tension curling through her. Truthfully, she knows it isn’t anxiety. It’s anticipation and wanting, a different kind of adrenaline.
Reaching back, Sarissa catches one of his hands and brings it to her waist. His skin is cool to the touch, somehow steadying, though she’s trying to be the steady one. Offer reassurance, somehow.
(She undoes another button, so her shirt hangs off her shoulder.)
A moment or two might pass, but she isn’t too sure with her nervous hold of breathe. )
You’re full of shit.
( He’s hungry. She knows, the same way he can probably identify more things about her than she’d care to admit. That’s friendship, ain’t it?
Her pulse quickens, and her voice has a rasp to it. )
[ the blood rushing beneath her skin is so loud. kol has spent centuries giving into it, chasing the sound and making it sing louder like he's the conductor of the best orchestra in town. but he's changed, and he wants to change. control was never something he put any stock in until he was resurrected for the third time and found himself smack-dab in this shithole.
killing people is fun, but killing friends is far from it.
inhaling deeply through his nose, he finds it does nothing to quell his hunger. his eyes linger on her shoulder for longer than necessary, and he knows it's not just because of the desire for her blood. ]
I can kill you. I've killed many people before.
[ this is her last chance. in reality, it's his. he'll give in; giving into the siren call of blood is what he knows best. ]
( Sarissa’s free hand reaches to Kol, gentle but firm as she cups the back of his neck and guides him closer. )
I trust you.
( Yeah, he could, but she believes he won’t. And besides, worst case scenario is that she carks it, and on some level isn’t that something she’s been doing her whole life? Her belief nothing will happen to endanger her is sincere, but it’s convenient that her openness to death is, too. )
[ although those words should propel him forward eagerly, it gives him another moment of uncharacteristic pause. those are three words that he has rarely heard in his life, and he takes them to heart, not wanting to hurt her like he's hurt so many others.
it's with a deep inhale through his nose that he lets himself finally give in. he looks up at her, as if expecting her to take it all back, but then he feels his gums grow heavily and the skin beneath his eyes feel weighted down by the veins that rise to the surface. his warm brown eyes disappear beneath a black and blood-red coating, and he bows his head towards her neck, brushing his nose against her shoulder before grazing his teeth to her skin. his hand is on her bicep.
( It seems pretty on brand for them that there’s a pause, like they’re playing chicken or something. That would be easier, if it were a game and she weren’t listing back to press against his chest.
Her fingers at the back of his neck curl into his hair, not quite a tug - not yet. The suspense just keeps pulling tighter, feels like either Sarissa’s going to lose her ability to do something like playing it cool or the air’s about to bloody ignite. She wants him to be okay, but more than that she wants to give this to him, wants to feel the pressure of his bite. She wants them tangled together, honestly, but how to say that to someone when you’ve become so good at fucking up good things?
Her other hand idly hooks into his belt, an anchor point. )
[ it'd be easy to back out, but a lot harder to make it convincing. he can feel the heat of her blood through her skin and he can almost taste it thickly coat his tongue. he tries to control his breathing, but he pants a bit too loudly for his own ears.
when he bites down at the slope of her neck, it's the kindest and gentlest of sharp bites he's ever given. he can feel her blood dribble out from where he's pierced her skin and brush against het corner of his lips and tongue. he probably should've made her wear something that she wouldn't mind wrecking.
hand curling around her bicep, he keeps himself in check and ensures not to tighten his grip. his teeth sink in lower and he drags his tongue along her torn skin. ]
( A quiet gasp slips past her lips, and instinctively her hand tightens at his belt, tugging him closer. The sting and pressure, the warmth of his mouth on her neck— Sarissa moans, biting her lip. Her voice is raspy when the moan takes the sound of his name.
It’s hot as fuck and she feels like some sorta cliche because ain’t this just the kinda shit every dumbass bitch in a vampire romance novel gets swoony about? (But it’s not just this. It’s that smug sense of humour and his dickish comments and that he checks in on her even when he’s being an idiot.)
Her fingers slowly grasp at his hair, and the hand that was gripping his belt rubs lower, slow and deliberate over his cock. Impulse control ain’t ever been her strong suit. )
[ when kol thinks to pull away, her hand, tugging very dangerously and obviously at his belt, lowers to palm his cock. his teeth sink deeper into her skin, completely accidental, and he moans, her blood filling his mouth and coating his teeth and tongue.
it's hardly the first time he's bitten someone and gotten off while doing so. he's had sex while biting someone and ripping their neck wide open, but that had been in the before. now, it threatens to make him lose control, and he's not quite sure what control he's worried about slipping from his hands. his grip on his bloodlust is still a work in progress and his desire not to ruin a friendship appears to be a lot less solid than he had originally thought.
not that he cares. his mouth stays at her neck, tongue lapping at her skin.
one hand stays on her back, the notches of her spine imprinting into his palm, and the other falls from her shoulder to briefly skim her side. he's hardly a blushing bride; he roughly palms her breast through her shirt. ]
( That moan at her neck, the sharp pain of his teeth— Sarissa’s breath hitches. Pain, yeah, but also just because it feels good, and her back arches partly in response to the lance of pain, and to press her into the rough grasp of his hand. It feels beyond something she can articulate, something feral and instinctual.
Her hand drops from his neck, both instead working to unfasten his belt. )
Harder.
( Gasped out, as Kol’s belt is pulled from the loops and she tosses it aside. This feels like the crackle of electricity, the promise of rain after the oppressiveness of a building storm. )
[ some of his senses are there and active, and he knows, deep down, that he shouldn't press his teeth in any harder. whenever he does, he loses some semblance of control (something that feels like a foreign concept to him, a thousand-year-old adult). but he knows that he shouldn't be afraid. he's never been afraid. kol is formidable and fearless… yet he can feel the fear of humming someone he cares about warm his skin.
despite that, kol doesn't pull away. how can he? her blood sings to him just as loudly as her body does. he does nothing to resist or impede her at all; he doesn't do the sensible thing. his belt's gone and he only heeds her request (always a gentleman), teeth inching into her skin, warm torn flesh against his lips. her blood stains his mouth and chin and he laps at her. ]
( Probable outcomes: they never talk about this and shit is weird, they do talk about this and shit is weird, they don’t talk about this and go back to business as usual. She can dream, right?
The belt is tossed aside, and Sarissa’s breath is a long, slow rasp as Kol’s tongue moves over her skin, laps at her blood.
Her hand lingers at the button of his jeans, a cautious hesitations. She’s made some fucking assumptions already, just because of how they are, but—- )
You want more?
( Her voice is soft, hands resting at the button and zip of his jeans, and she tries to resist leaning back into him. Satisfaction felt laughable if they stopped here, but she’d live. Just about, anyway. )
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BREAKS THIS IN AYYYY
Even before they'd started kissing she was already cuddled up into him, head nested on his shoulder with her legs drawn up beneath her and her fingers idly plucking at the buttons on his shirt, and when he'd dropped his arm from the back of the couch to lightly stroke fingers through her hair she'd stretched against him like a cat, making a soft noise in the back of her throat before she could even stop herself. Her first instinct had been to freeze, to look up and try to play it off with some lame joke, but once she'd found his gaze in the semi-darkness and realized neither of them was paying attention to the movie anymore, it was all over from there.
She's settled into a straddle across his thighs, cupping his face gently between her palms, kissing him like she hasn't even known she's wanted to but absolutely throwing herself into it now that she's here in this moment. He's warm, he's so warm beneath her and against her and in a burst of sudden impulse she breaks the kiss and perches on his knees to peel her sweater off, blonde hair spilling down past her shoulders once it clears her head — and then she just looks at him, pausing before leaning in to pick up right where they've left off. ]
This — it's okay, right? [ She whispers it, searching his face, unsure if this will be the point when he tells her to stop or if they might not be able to say they're just friends anymore; deep down she really, really hopes it's the second one, because if she's being honest with herself she's had a crush on him for longer than she was even fully aware of it. ]
superflash is the best way to break any dirty posts in 😍
while he knows kara wouldn't be turned off from his vibrations, barry wants this to be as normal as possible. they're two friends watching a movie on a couch in her home city. that's as normal as they're ever going to be. ]
Yes.
[ that came out a little too eager. barry swallows and shifts against the couch, feeling that pillow behind him move slightly out of place. it's not going to matter in the long run. he has a feeling they'll end up on the floor or one of them will zoom the other to her bed.
at that thought, he shifts his hips and knows that's only going to draw her attention to the fact he's still wearing his jeans and he's getting a little hard from all this. nothing to really be ashamed of—he wants her to know he wants this, if his flushed skin and mussed hair and shirt are anything to go by.
he lets his gaze linger on her collarbones, knowing that he can do that. she's invited him to do that by taking off her shirt. kara's pretty fit from all the flying and lifting skyscrapers...
give him a second, he's turning his brain off from overthinking on every little thing. ]
I mean… I've been trying not to vibrate since you straddled me, so, this is more than okay. [ his face flushes red and he looks shyly away from her, but then his gaze is back on her collarbones and trails down her chest to her very strong torso.
his brows furrow together as he peers up at her, head tilted to the side. ] Is it okay with you?
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Okay. [ She breathes it, more than a little relieved; she's down to her bra and leggings with her perch still in his lap now, and obviously even through the scratch of denim there's not much left to the imagination, which means she can already tell that the press of their bodies is having an effect on him too. Her first instinct is to duck her head, hide the flush in her cheeks, sink teeth into her lower lip — but then she peers up to his face instead, a soft chuckle escaping when he admits he's been trying to keep it together. ]
I mean, if you wanted to — to do that, that would be okay too. [ The vibrating, she means; it's not like it's anything she's ever felt before and obviously she's never thought about what it would mean for this but now that she's practically topless and in his lap, how can she not think about it? Her mind is racing ahead to whether he can limit it to different parts and if there are different speeds and — okay, Danvers, slow down.
She smiles down at him, warm and affectionate, and her arms slowly wind around his neck as she guides herself in until her top half is pressed to his. ] More than. [ She fits their mouths together again after that, slow but also confident enough to kiss him more deeply this time, maybe even subtly rocking her hips against his. ]
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kara likes him for who he is, and she's made it clear numerous times (sometimes when he's having a freak out) that bartholomew henry allen is the flash and the flash is bartholomew henry allen, and his name isn't as horrible as he makes it out to be. just like she's supergirl and kara danvers and kara zor-el all wrapped into one. denying her the flash means denying her himself, and barry's never wanted to do that.
whew.
overthinking is a thing that happens quite often, and it's been occurring a lot more with her. he thought the moment she pressed her mouth to his that maybe he'd stop thinking, but it's only sped up.
just like it is now. instead of focusing on the feel of her mouth against his, he's thinking, and that thinking leads to more thinking, which only spirals into him, well, not thinking. because he stops.
palming her back, he smiles against her lips and thinks a good thought this time.
what part of him should he vibrate?
his fingers hum very, very lightly, but that's not the part of himself he wants to vibrate. barry tries to distract her by opening his mouth beneath hers before he actually tries vibrating his lips and tongue. ]
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And maybe she could've included Barry on that list before, but a big part of her hadn't wanted to risk the friendship they already have, something full of support and honesty and really good ice cream, for the sake of something else.
She might be throwing herself into the deep end metaphorically, but here she can almost tell that he's thinking about something and it nearly makes her lean back from him to ask about what's on his mind. Of course, that's the moment he then chooses to test that vibrating potential against her, lips and tongue offering those low pulsations to prompt a soft laugh from her throat at the lightly ticklish sensation. It's a surprised sound more than anything else, but obviously what he's doing is making her mind race ahead to the potential of other places he could be doing it in, and it makes her unconsciously squeeze him with her thighs a little tighter. ]
You're so full of surprises. [ She breaks the kiss to breathe that sentiment against his lips, tipping their foreheads together, but she's smiling from behind closed eyes as she strokes his jawline with her thumb, slow and affectionate, and when she ducks her head it's in order to mouth over the column of his throat, trailing kisses down toward his shirt collar. ]
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You're full of super surprises. [ he flushes a red akin to the colour of his very first suit. he laughs, knowing how lame that is, but if anyone's going to appreciate his lame puns, it's kara.
he takes a moment to enjoy her mouth on his neck before he even thinks of what he wants to do next. while he had once kept a wall up between him and his partner post-being hit by lightning so as not to reveal who he truly was, he doesn't have to have that wall up anymore. it's smashed down like supergirl's literally flown through it—and maybe she has, considering he's stopped thinking a lot about the bad "what ifs" and has started considering the good ones.
there's another good "what if" he wants to entertain.
flattening his palms against her back, he vibrates his fingertips lightly, wanting to create a warm sensation that's both comfortable and distracting for her. he focuses his attention on her thighs flanking his sides, enjoying that she could easily crush him like a twig if she really wanted to.
as if to remind her that she can do just that, he vibrates his thighs, a little faster than he had his tongue and mouth. ]
slides back in 1000 years later
You're such a dork.
[ But she says it with every ounce of endeared affection she can muster, especially because she's in the middle of nuzzling underneath his jawline — has he always smelled this good and she's just never picked up on it before, or are these feel-good sensations making her rethink everything she thought she knew about her best friend? Either way, she's not thinking about much of anything when he guides his hands to her back and initiates that vibration, making her instinctively gasp and then arch into his touch because of how nice it feels. ]
Oh, that's — [ And then her mouth drops open a little when he does the same move with his thighs beneath her, and she really can't elaborate on where she feels that the most, but the fact that she leans forward with a hand braced on the couch cushion behind him and reflexively rolls her hips down into it is probably an indication of what she's experiencing, especially since she can't seem to stop herself from reacting. ]
Okay, I always knew you could do that, I guess I just didn't know you could do that. [ As in, use it while he's getting busy, or something that could very easily get her off if that's what he's after here. ]
i think you mean vibrates
arching his brow, he smiles playfully, ] It wasn't too much?
[ if anyone can take him vibrating through the couch, it's supergirl, but sometimes even barry wants to treat kara like she isn't some indestructible force. she deserves to feel special. ]
Too soft?
[ as if to prove how soft his vibrations can go, he concentrates and vibrates his thighs ever so softly, it feeling like a gentle hum. his skin flushes warm from the movement and the fact he knows it's turning kara on. ]
Too much?
[ cue him speeding it up, a little more intense than it was before. it's a short, intense burst before his thighs return back to muggle status. ]
vibrates in with a whole new un even
And then he vibrates beneath her again and she draws in a breath, sharp, through her nose; there’s no way he doesn’t know what she’s feeling when he does that, even when it’s gentle enough to tickle the underside of her thighs and subtly between them. ]
No, it’s — [ She gasps even more when he does it again — faster, harder — and her hands drop to reflexively clutch his shoulders, although she has to stop herself from squeezing too hard so she doesn’t risk breaking a bone or something terrible. Instead, she leans into him with an awed chuckle, tipping their foreheads together. ] I’m just thinking about what that would be like — [ During. ] — and... I think you might be on to something there, Barry Allen.
[ She ducks in to nose along the curve of his neck, pressing her lips there softly, a gentle trail all the way up to his ear where she ventures a nibble of the lower lobe. ] But maybe we should, you know, go to the other room first? [ As much as she doesn’t want to get off him, she’d also prefer that this happen in an actual bed, not the couch. ]
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but he's not thinking of clark right now. really, he wonders if kara can see that tightly inside of him, and spy the nerves that light his cells on fire. can she see how he wants to vibrate during sex—god, he flushes and then that settles quickly, another benefit of being quick—and see how she reacts? he doesn't vibrate right now out of sheer nervousness from practice and from the simple comfort of her presence.
brows lifting, he looks shocked. ] Oh!
[ before he even finishes his exhale, he grips her and catapults them off the couch, zipping quickly through the short hallway and to the bedroom. he drops her on the bed like he's the super and hovers over her, knees flanking her thighs and his skin lit with tendrils of kinetic energy. if she wants to be on top, she can easily make that so.
he grins brightly down at her. ] Hey.
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She doesn't get to mention that, or even move to adjust the problem; in what feels like the blink of an eye, they've gone from the couch to the bed and she drops down against the mattress with a whoosh of breath, almost already laughing as he hovers over her, crackling with light and speed and whatever else makes him almost glow in her sight. ]
I'm never going to get over you doing that.
[ But she reaches up, hand slipping across the nape of his neck to guide him down to her; she wants the press of him too much to wait, is too eager to kiss him again. Maybe she'll flip them over eventually, want to be on top too much and let her impatience get the better of her.
For now, though, she just surges up to meet him halfway in it, thumb sweeping across the edge of his jaw as she finds his mouth and then gives an intentional tug to the hem of his shirt. Time to start ditching layers, Allen. ]
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smiling and laughing softly against her lips, he furrows his brows, suddenly a slow learner and thinker. he thinks about vibrating out of his shirt, but he does want some part of this to feel normal. they're not the flash and supergirl, but just barry and kara. that in itself is pretty amazing to him.
he pulls his hands away from her and reluctantly leans back. resting his weight on his knees flanking her, he tugs at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. it's hardly sexy, but he drops his shirt to the bed and peers down at her with an amused smile and frown. ]
What are you never going to get over?
[ he needs details. it's in his nature to hunger for them. ]
tree boy pls!!!
hope this works for his hippie girl
said high standards are why she's on his lap and he's got his hands on her hips as he peers up at her, furrowing his brow as he makes a show of not quite liking this flower arrangement, either. this is the fifth time she's placed this flower behind her ear. the first time, he thought it wasn't angled right; the second it was behind the wrong ear; the third was that he felt it belonged better in a flower crown; and the fourth was because he was too distracted kissing her neck to really bother looking.
but izzy's got him looking now. she plays the part far better than he does. he's already impatient and getting handsy, but he'll keep this up for however long she wants to pretend a flower in her hair is going to make him want to be seen with her in public (like they haven't been seen out in public at all). ]
Hmm. No. This one doesn't work, either.
[ his eyes move down to her neck where he bows and begins kissing her once more, tracing one of her tattoos. it's nice that she lets him see it; he gets to lose his concentration more and more on purpose and it's her fault.
see? he's not looking at the flowers because he's too busy grazing his teeth cheekily against her skin. ]
it absolutely works <3
Admittedly, it's a lot harder to resist when he's kissing her neck like that.
She lets out a laugh that trails off on something akin to a sigh, one hand moving to the back of Dick's head while the other pulls the flower from her behind her ear. ] You're not even looking. [ Not a complaint, just an observation.
Ducking her head, Izzy lets her lips ghost over his ear when she speaks this time. ] You could just admit that the flower isn't necessary... [ Tempting as it is to tease his ear with her tongue, Izzy pulls back instead, tucking the flower behind his ear this time. ]
Or we could leave it there. I think it suits you better, anyway.
yesss ❤️🌸
It doesn't suit me.
[ he purses his lips and shakes his head decisively. it doesn't matter that the hasn't seen it in the mirror. anything and everything looks far better on her—a flower, a hippie patterned dress, him.
he doesn't pull the flower from behind his ear.
leaning forward, he smiles as his gaze drops back down to her neck. ]
It looks far better on you. Just like I do.
[ smooth. 15/10. his smile transforms into him trying to stifle his laugh and blush. that was horrible. god, this is why he doesn't speak. ]
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You look pretty good beneath me, too.
[ She can't imagine a way he wouldn't look good, honestly. Especially with that color blooming on his cheeks, which she brushes her fingertips against while the other hand slips the flower behind her ear once more. He won't like the placement of it this time either, she's sure.
Except perhaps he will if she removes something else. Pulling her tank top over her head, careful not to dislodge the flower, Izzy tosses it recklessly behind her, uncaring of where it lands. ]
Is this better? [ She means the flower placement, of course. ]
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keeping one hand on her hip, he palms the small of her back, fanning out his fingers before he starts sliding it up her spine slowly. if he has a preferred placement for her flower, he doesn't show it. he's a little busy, you know? proving he looks good beneath her is a very, very difficult task—a little hard, too.
bowing, he returns his mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin. ] I think I should see the flower from a different angle, you know?
[ except he doesn't change his angle at all. he keeps his face burrowed in her neck, kissing along the column of her throat so he can nip at her earlobe. ]
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Izzy's laugh is breathless as his kisses travel further up, her head tilting slightly to give him easier access. Hands settling on his arms, she shifts somewhat above him, hips bumping and pressing in closer to his. ]
And what angle would you like to see it from, Dick? [ Because he has yet to move, although she's finding it quite difficult to be bothered by that fact. ]
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pulling away from her, he lowers himself back down onto the bed and smiles up at her. ]
From this angle. [ he says it with a furrow of his brows, as if he's been contemplating the thought. he lets his gaze trail up the length of her and up to her flower that actually looks nice from this angle. ]
You look pretty good from here. [ he reaches up to brush his fingers against her torso, tracing over bare skin and then the shape of her shadowhunter marks. ]
Very good from here.
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Mmmh. I'm glad we finally found a position that works. [ She grins, suggesting it's not just the placement of the flower she's talking about.
Her fingers trail over his outstretched arms, starting at the wrist and working their way down to his elbows. ] Though you are awfully far away now. [ To remedy that, Izzy moves one hand to the bed near his head, supporting her as she leans down, her hair falling over her shoulders.
The other hand settles as his side, perhaps bunching the fabric of shirt a bit so her fingers can dip beneath it and touch his skin. With her lips hovering over Dick's she murmurs, ] How's this?
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[ he does his best not to shift or squirm at her hands on his stomach, but he can't help it. deep down beneath all those scars and callouses, dick's a boy who is ticklish.
and he realises how dangerous it is to remind izzy of this fact, but he trusts her to use that knowledge against him when she's not half-naked and on top of him.
stretching slightly, he tries to elongate his chest and get her fingers shifting against his skin. her fingertips feel warm. he keeps his light on her waist, tapping his fingers against her skin as he tries his best to feign being contemplative. ]
And still a little far away. [ scrunching up his face playfully, he shakes his head. ] Angle's still not working. You might need to try something else, like… [ he shrugs. ] coming closer?
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Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]
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he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
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A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
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luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ he's hopeless. ]
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At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
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he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
But you have very beautiful.
[ jsyk. ]
for dick 🍆
i hope this works!
but today, he opts to stay back at the headquarters and mind the place. people know about it. they've had a few trespassers over the last few weeks… nightwing should stay back with wanda, it's fine.
it's totally fine. not at all suspicious. the team's going to be out for a good few hours and he's going to mind the place with wanda.
he sidles up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist in the kitchen. they have the entire building to themselves and dick doesn't want to waste any time in pretending that she doesn't know how ridiculously tidy he keeps his room and he has no idea how she personalises hers. he's a little over pretending her quips with natasha about his ass aren't ones that he then likes to use against her much later when no one else has their eyes on them.
carrying out secret relationships for the sake of keeping the team together is something he isn't new to. but he's starting to grow impatient.
pressing his chest to her back, he tightens his hold on her and rests his chin against her shoulder. her hair's always nice and soft, and he presses his cheek into it because he can. ]
Everyone's finally gone.
[ he turns his face into her neck and begins to kiss her skin slowly. ]
for elena 🌼
i tried to make this as gross as possible.
she shouldn't be grateful that they're stuck in this rundown shabby motel together, but she is, and she realises how wrong that is. she lets it hang over her for a moment while she washes her face in the bathroom and leaves it in the sink as she returns to the only room that seems like it wasn't ransacked by zombies.
a part of her feels a touch guilty for not being worried. they're all capable of fighting zombies—all of them could fight them in their sleep.
speaking of sleep, elena's trying to devise a way to trick 10k into sleeping. he's been up for the last three nights, refusing to heed their promise that he'd wake her up after two hours so she could take her "shift" (and she falls for it every time when he says he'll do it this time, he swears it).
elena stands before him where he sits on the couch, hands on her hips in her most menacing pose. it used to scare half her friends into submission, but she doesn't expect it to work on him. ]
You need to sleep.
[ just in case he thinks to stand up or trick her again, she leans forward, curls her fingers around his shoulders, and takes her place on his lap. her knees flank his legs as she makes herself comfortable on his thighs. ]
I'm taking the first watch tonight. Nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise and I will not get off of you until you say yes.
KOL - it’s late but I got here
Maybe it’s just an easy excuse, because he’s her mate, and if she’s flirting because he’s funny and they have a laugh and stop being a tit and just drink my blood if you want to then it might take the edge off the other things she wouldn’t mind doing with him. They’re thoughts she’s tried to chase away just besides she knows she’s a nightmare and she doesn’t want to wreck whatever ridiculous, solid dynamic they have.
Anyway, here she is; rolling her eyes as she brings the cascade of curly hair round to one shoulder, holding it in one hand, while the other undoes a couple of her shirt buttons. The shirt is patterned with flamingoes and pineapples wearing sunglasses, because of course it is.
With the shirt loosened, she glances over her shoulder at Kol. )
Come on, I got enough bourbon on me that I’m probably gonna be like a fucking cocktail.
( Teasing, as she cants her neck to one side. Exposing her neck and shoulder means exposing her scars and her tattoos, and though she’s more comfortable with sharing one of those than the other, whatever. Screw it. )
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[ kol's been drinking blood a lot longer than she's even been alive that sometimes he thinks it has no taste at all. or perhaps that's a consequence of being locked in a coffin with a dagger courtesy of his vindictive family in his back. either way, kol likes to sometimes burst sarissa's bubble, if only because it's worked in his favour of having her distracted from the task at hand.
she's right to urge him on, though. he's hungry. control has never quite been his thing—never really bothered with it, considering he was the vicious and psychotic mikaelson—but he exudes great control right now because he must.
inhaling deeply, he does his best to control his instincts now. the last thing he wants to do is rip sarissa into shreds—not that he will, but he's done it plenty of times to nameless people over the centuries for fun. is this what it's like to have a blood bag that you care about?
he looks at her neck and can hear her blood rushing beneath her skin. another inhale in centres himself and keeps those veins beneath his eyes at submerged. ]
I can wait another day, you know. I'm hardly hungry.
[ he's starving, and his temper has been flaring with anyone who isn't her. ]
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Reaching back, Sarissa catches one of his hands and brings it to her waist. His skin is cool to the touch, somehow steadying, though she’s trying to be the steady one.
Offer reassurance, somehow.
(She undoes another button, so her shirt hangs off her shoulder.)
A moment or two might pass, but she isn’t too sure with her nervous hold of breathe. )
You’re full of shit.
( He’s hungry. She knows, the same way he can probably identify more things about her than she’d care to admit. That’s friendship, ain’t it?
Her pulse quickens, and her voice has a rasp to it. )
I want you to.
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killing people is fun, but killing friends is far from it.
inhaling deeply through his nose, he finds it does nothing to quell his hunger. his eyes linger on her shoulder for longer than necessary, and he knows it's not just because of the desire for her blood. ]
I can kill you. I've killed many people before.
[ this is her last chance. in reality, it's his. he'll give in; giving into the siren call of blood is what he knows best. ]
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I trust you.
( Yeah, he could, but she believes he won’t. And besides, worst case scenario is that she carks it, and on some level isn’t that something she’s been doing her whole life? Her belief nothing will happen to endanger her is sincere, but it’s convenient that her openness to death is, too. )
Come on.
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it's with a deep inhale through his nose that he lets himself finally give in. he looks up at her, as if expecting her to take it all back, but then he feels his gums grow heavily and the skin beneath his eyes feel weighted down by the veins that rise to the surface. his warm brown eyes disappear beneath a black and blood-red coating, and he bows his head towards her neck, brushing his nose against her shoulder before grazing his teeth to her skin. his hand is on her bicep.
kol did always like to play with his food. ]
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Her fingers at the back of his neck curl into his hair, not quite a tug - not yet. The suspense just keeps pulling tighter, feels like either Sarissa’s going to lose her ability to do something like playing it cool or the air’s about to bloody ignite. She wants him to be okay, but more than that she wants to give this to him, wants to feel the pressure of his bite. She wants them tangled together, honestly, but how to say that to someone when you’ve become so good at fucking up good things?
Her other hand idly hooks into his belt, an anchor point. )
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when he bites down at the slope of her neck, it's the kindest and gentlest of sharp bites he's ever given. he can feel her blood dribble out from where he's pierced her skin and brush against het corner of his lips and tongue. he probably should've made her wear something that she wouldn't mind wrecking.
hand curling around her bicep, he keeps himself in check and ensures not to tighten his grip. his teeth sink in lower and he drags his tongue along her torn skin. ]
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Sarissa moans, biting her lip. Her voice is raspy when the moan takes the sound of his name.
It’s hot as fuck and she feels like some sorta cliche because ain’t this just the kinda shit every dumbass bitch in a vampire romance novel gets swoony about? (But it’s not just this. It’s that smug sense of humour and his dickish comments and that he checks in on her even when he’s being an idiot.)
Her fingers slowly grasp at his hair, and the hand that was gripping his belt rubs lower, slow and deliberate over his cock. Impulse control ain’t ever been her strong suit. )
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it's hardly the first time he's bitten someone and gotten off while doing so. he's had sex while biting someone and ripping their neck wide open, but that had been in the before. now, it threatens to make him lose control, and he's not quite sure what control he's worried about slipping from his hands. his grip on his bloodlust is still a work in progress and his desire not to ruin a friendship appears to be a lot less solid than he had originally thought.
not that he cares. his mouth stays at her neck, tongue lapping at her skin.
one hand stays on her back, the notches of her spine imprinting into his palm, and the other falls from her shoulder to briefly skim her side. he's hardly a blushing bride; he roughly palms her breast through her shirt. ]
Iiiiii archived the tag like a fool
Her hand drops from his neck, both instead working to unfasten his belt. )
Harder.
( Gasped out, as Kol’s belt is pulled from the loops and she tosses it aside. This feels like the crackle of electricity, the promise of rain after the oppressiveness of a building storm. )
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despite that, kol doesn't pull away. how can he? her blood sings to him just as loudly as her body does. he does nothing to resist or impede her at all; he doesn't do the sensible thing. his belt's gone and he only heeds her request (always a gentleman), teeth inching into her skin, warm torn flesh against his lips. her blood stains his mouth and chin and he laps at her. ]
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The belt is tossed aside, and Sarissa’s breath is a long, slow rasp as Kol’s tongue moves over her skin, laps at her blood.
Her hand lingers at the button of his jeans, a cautious hesitations. She’s made some fucking assumptions already, just because of how they are, but—- )
You want more?
( Her voice is soft, hands resting at the button and zip of his jeans, and she tries to resist leaning back into him. Satisfaction felt laughable if they stopped here, but she’d live. Just about, anyway. )