[ He may have the patience of a century but Annie has never been patient. If she takes too much time to do things, she over thinks them, gets worked up (and not the sort of worked up he'd want her to be). Maybe after the first time, she'd be able to have a little patience, as it is, right now, she is feeling restless as can be.
Shivering a bit when he nibbles at her shoulder, she decides that feels very nice, another thing Owen never did. Made her feel very nice.
And Mitchell seems to agree, about it all being very nice, even if it was actually quite naughty, the thought making her cheeks flush again, distracted enough that as his fingers slide it, her bra strap moves with him. Because that's what she expects it to do, that what it would do were she normal.
Her eyes dart to his face when he lets out such a breath, noticing the way her bra moves with his touch, a soft smile parting her lips. It's working, without her having to think it through so thoroughly, although she is care not to think of the strap back in place where it ought to be.
Still, she looks at him--] Should I... [ Take it off like the others? Even if she sort of preferred to have him do it. Again, Owen made her undress herself whenever they shagged. It wasn't sensual like this was turning out to be.]
[That day in the kitchen, when he'd been blood-drunk, high in a way he hadn't been in years — blood is so very much like heroin; once you go clean, if you fall off the wagon again and take what you still believe is your normal dose, you go right off the rails — and he'd told her how he thought about her body, he hadn't been lying. He wouldn't have told her that way if he had been able to choose, obviously, but Annie is a fit girl, and she's been a part of his life for long enough for him to have even the most idle of fantasies about her.
They haven't been idle for a long time, actually.
He slides the straps down off her shoulders and follows their path with his mouth, pressing hot — well, they'd be hot to her — open-mouthed kisses to her skin, sucking gently as he peels her bra lower and lower. Only when it's barely keeping her breasts still covered does he look up, raising his head to peer up at her with dark eyes, silently requesting permission.]
[ She remembers that day, although it isn't a fond one, she'd much rather hear him say it now. As it is, his insistence on doing this himself is enough confirmation that he desires her, that he's enjoying this. She moves to help him when he needs it, sliding her arms from the straps, barely moving otherwise, encouraging those hot kisses to her skin, making her shiver.
Suddenly the breath in her lungs halts, which is ridiculous considering she doesn't need to actually breathe, but there it is. She feels dizzy with the anticipation of it, her eyes meeting with his as he makes his wordless request. Nodding breathlessly, she feels a rush of heat she hasn't felt in a long time, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip, it takes all she has not to feel shy (that'll bring all her clothes back in an instant).]
[He gets the confirmation he'd been looking for with the shy little nod of her head, and he nods a little too, stupidly, unable to keep from smiling as he ducks his head to press a kiss to her sternum, right between her breasts as he gently tucks his fingers into the cups of her bra and peels them downwards. He's not sure if he tries to undo the clasp if that will work at all, but apparently he can move her clothes as long as they remain on her body, and so that's what he's going to do.
Her nipples are darker than he'd been imagining, and there's a little mole just along the swell of her left breast that's begging for his attention, attention he is quite happy to give it. He kisses it, lightly at first, nuzzles it, rubs his cheek along it as his mouth moves to find more of her skin to kiss.] Alright, love?
[ While he may be content with just pulling the bra downward, she suddenly imagines it gone and then, well, it's gone. She lets out an amused huff of air at that even if she's feeling a little overwhelmed at being so exposed to him for the first time. It feels intense, the whole thing, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, somehow (and ridiculously so) unsure of what his reaction would be to seeing her topless.
That mole, she's always felt self-conscious about it. Girls in primary used to tease her, call it her third nipple even if it was rather small. And Mitchell goes to kiss it first. Her eyes flutter at the contact after so, so long with anything other than the brush of that damned bra and her clothing. She looks at him then, when he speaks.] Yes? And you?
[He chuckles quietly, the hand he'd been using to hold her bra out of the way flattening against her side instead.] That's quite handy.
[It's a sweet little mole, and Mitchell rather likes kissing it, so all those girls in school can go shut the hell up, as far as he's concerned.
He glances up at her again when she speaks to him, his eyebrows lifting incredulously, like she's asked him a stupid question.] Annie. [A pause for a moment, so he can duck down and lick her nipple teasingly.] I'm happier than a pig in shit. [Definitely not the most romantic thing to say, but he wants to make her laugh and maybe smack him on the shoulder, wants to banish this shy, timid specter of the girl he loves and bring back the Annie he knows so well.]
Mitchell--[ He gets what he wants, her laughter, a smack to his shoulder as she shifts beneath him. Her smile doesn't fade as she relaxes a bit more, feeling a bit more confident with every passing moment, her skin still tingling from the swipe of his tongue at her nipple.] I'm sorry, sorry. I know I'm utterly being ridiculous. [ She can be that, she knows. And she admits it now.] I just never thought... [ Her hand lifts to brush the hair from his forehead.] That'd you ever get to see me...[ Her hand waves over her half naked form] in all my glory. [ Even if she had him, more than a few times (sorry for spying in the shower). She gives him a smile before she says in a sort of silly and official voice, waving her hand--]
[Oh, he loves listening to her laugh. Poor Annie has had to live through so much since her death, and he feels like he's been there for every disappointment, powerless to help, so it feels especially wonderful to be here for a high point.] Don't apologize. [He shifts, bracing himself on his elbows so that he can dip forward and kiss her again, stifling the words that try to spill from her lips.]
You are glorious. [This time he does wink at her as he goes back to what he'd been doing before, bending his dark head over her breasts and lavishing attention on cold nipples, feeling the dull ache in his gums that signifies the need to feed but miraculously being able to overcome it for now.
He's not sure how much long he'll be able to, but he wants to enjoy this moment for as long as he can.]
[ Try as she might to make it so, not everything can be hunky-dory in their lives. And Mitchell has been there during some of the lowest of the lows. But she could hardly consider this one of those times, not when they're both smiling, both closer to each other than they've ever been physically, miraculously.
Humming softly, she feels her breath hitch once again when his mouth finds the pebbled peaks of her breasts. Her fingers curl against his scalp once again, trying to just go with the moment, not to overthink things too much. She lets herself just feel, to remember what it feels like to feel turned on.
Of course, she tilts her head a little towards him, not able to just keep quiet for even a few moments (soft gasps and tiny moans don't count).] I want to do something... [ Her hand slides down his side, sliding over his bum to give it a bit of a squeeze.] To make you feel good too.
[Now that he's grown so much more used to her touch, the chill of her hand isn't as surprising as it once had been, and so he doesn't jump at all when she slides her hand down his spine to curl over the swell of his arse, hanging out of his trousers like an idiot.
He laughs against her chest, pushing up on his elbows so there's space between them, smiling down at her with eyes that are dark with desire and not bloodlust.]
What say you we get the rest of these clothes off, then? [He can kick off his jeans and she can will off her leggings or whatever it is she does, and then they'll both be properly naked. That'll make him feel good.
[ She finds it difficult to resist the dark look in his eyes. He's always had that handsome, brooding thing about him but there's something about that look being directed at her, because of something that she said, that thrills her.
Smiling up at him, feeling permanently breathless, she nods at his suggestion, her eyes unable to help but flicker downward, glancing at the appealing way his jeans hung low on his hips, thinking that soon enough they'd be completely off. Smirking just a little, she gives him an impish look.] Shall I help you then?
[ If he'll let her, she might try to reach down and start shimmying his pants down, scooting down the bed beneath him so she can do so.]
[Mitchell knows he's handsome, of course he does, that was half the reason Herrick chose him in the first place. His Irish Pretty Boy, that's what he was, and for a while he was fine with it. It's nice to have a sense of purpose. It's been a long time, though, since he's had someone look at him with desire despite the fact that he was handsome, and it feels surprisingly nice.
He grins at her in response and shifts completely off her, rolling away so that he winds up on his side next to her, propped up idly on one arm as he gestures to himself with the other.] Go ahead.
[ It's more than just physical attraction for Annie, that is obviously clear in the way she looks at him. He is appealing to her, she desires him for more than just the way he looks half-naked. And soon enough, he'll be completely naked as he rolls onto his side.
She gives him a look, an amused, 'quit being difficult' look, her hand moving to push him onto his back. Pressing a few kisses to his chest and then abdomen, she moves to slink down the bed, pulling his jeans, lauging as she alternates yanking on each pant leg until she's clear off the bed and pulling them the last of the way off, tossing them aside, and then climbing back onto the bed with him in all his naked glory.
[Annie's 'quit being difficult' look is legendary, and Mitchell doesn't stop himself from laughing as he lets her yank his jeans off, sending him jerking across the comforter until she's managed to vanquish the dark denim and sent them flying across the room to tangle with the other pile of clothes he's left lying about.
He's not very neat. This is not a surprise to anyone.
She clambers back up on the bed and he welcomes her with open arms, his hands settling at her hips as she crawls over him, his neck straining to catch a kiss when she gets within range.]
[ And this is the only time she won't fuss about his mess, normally she'd be folding those jeans. This is hardly the time for that. Moving to straddle his bare hips, she lets him catch her for a kiss. Her hands move to rest on either side of his face, tilting it towards hers so that she may kiss him better.
Okay, so she's still got her leggings on but for now, she's just settling in his lap, kissing him. After a moment or two of that, she may seem distracted from their makeout sesh as she wills away the rest of her nerves and the last bit of remaining clothing she's got on.]
[She looks glorious like this, rising over him, even with her grey leggings clinging to her hips, the sun from the shuttered window filtering in just enough to set her hair aglow like a fiery halo, her normally cool and pale body warmed by the dying light from the sun, making her seem even more alive than usual.
He breathes out her name like a quiet prayer as she leans down to kiss him, opening up easily to her, his hands roaming idly at her hips, petting her thighs and her waist alike until he suddenly realizes there's nothing but cool skin beneath his hands.]
Annie. [He pulls back enough to blink up at her, a smile curling his lips as he watches her. Of course, he wouldn't be Mitchell if he didn't ruin the moment somewhat.] This all for me, then?
[ She'd almost hesitated changing anything about that moment when he whispered her name like he did. As it is, it made her relax above him even more, made her want to do whatever it took to even the playing field, to make him feel good. He was so warm beneath her, compared to anything else that touched her skin. She can't help but touch, her fingers sliding down his neck to his chest, fingertips ghosting over his skin so that she will not chill it more than she already has to.
It is then that she takes that last step and it's then that Mitchell has to pipe in with some commentary, her brow furrowing a bit even her words are a bit of a tease.] 'All this'? I hope you're not calling me fat, Mitchell.
Just more of you to love, darlin'. [He's obviously joking, as only a blind man would think to call Annie fat, but sadly, Mitchell wouldn't be himself if he didn't ruin every meaningful moment somehow, even if he did do it with the best intentions.]
You're gorgeous, Annie, god. [He presses his lips to her shoulder, an open-mouthed kiss with the hint of teeth, though his fangs remain securely tucked away where they should be, thankfully.]
[ She's about to give him a proper shove of the shoulder when he teases her but then he says what he does next, her eyes fluttering at the compliment as much as they do when he kisses her shoulder.
A shiver runs up her spine at the sensation, at the warmth of his mouth and the hint of teeth. It's a little dangerous, enjoying the way that feels, she shouldn't encourage it even if she isn't in danger of being drained of life.
Settling more in his lap, she pulls him up properly, pressing their torsos flush with one another.] You feel rather lovely, like this.
You can feel me, then? [He's never been sure just how much Annie can feel, how much of it is her remembering what things feel like and how much is her feeling them here and now.
He doesn't want to think about her remembering how this feels, because then she's thinking of that bastard who murdered her, and thinking about Owen makes Mitchell see red. Regardless of the fact that him murdering Annie has made it possible for them to have some sort of a real relationship. That doesn't bear thinking about.
He slides his hands up her spine, free for once of his olive green gloves, his fingers trailing along the wing of her shoulder blades and tangling in the ends of her hair.]
Yes, [ Although she is not entirely sure how much of it is actually him and how much of it is sense memory. He cannot possibly feel the same as Owen. And she doesn't want to equate Mitchell with him in any possible way. She figures it is better to say yes than to have herself and Mitchell thinking of the one who put her here.
Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her eyes meeting with his as his hands slide up her body.] And I feel... How you feel. [ Or rather, how she makes him feel. She supposes that's a bit like cheating at a game, but she wants to know even if she isn't thrilled how she doesn't feel very warm compared to how he makes her feel beyond warm.]
[If she can feel how she makes him feel, then surely she can tell how much he likes the feel of her cool skin beneath his hands. It's one more reminder that she's not like the other girls he's lured into bed to drain dry, one more reminder that he can't do that to her even if he wanted to.
And he doesn't want to. The thought of Annie lying across his bed, broken and drained, her eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, makes him feel sick to his stomach.
He ducks his head to lick at the hollow of her throat, his hand passing over the swell of her bum, his fingers dimpling her cool skin as he hauls her a little bit closer.] Can you feel that?
Yes, [ She lets out one of those laughs of her, the ones she does when she's nervous even if she's feeling perfectly content in his lap. It's that absurd and giddy sort of laugh that spills so easily from her lips before she arches into him. Yes, she can definitely feel that. ] Oh yes.
[ Her skin tingles where his tongue had just been, actually, it tingles just about everywhere now. And one hand moves to curl into his hair, her hips rocking tentatively above his, trying to coax a reaction from him this time.]
[She's definitely getting a reaction from him now. It may just be the knowledge that she's enjoying herself, it may be the fact that he's got all that soft skin pressed up against his, he doesn't know for sure, but there is certainly something happening downstairs, if you catch his drift.
It probably helps that he's apparently been given carte blanche when it comes to touching, so touch he will, nibbling along her shoulder as he runs his fingers along the inside of her thighs, light enough to tease, light enough to make sure she's okay with him touching her so, so close to where he wants to go.]
[ She can feel just what's happening 'downstairs', their bodies wedged close enough together that it'd be hard not to, as it were. Humming softly, one hand stays on his shoulder for balance as his hands slides between their bodies to slide over the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her eyes flutter a little as she lets out a breath against his hair, his mouth sliding over her skin.
She actually feels something then, a pulse of pleasure, a new sensation she has felt with anyone before, especially not Owen, earning him soft sound of surprise, trailing off into a pleased sort of hum.]
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Shivering a bit when he nibbles at her shoulder, she decides that feels very nice, another thing Owen never did. Made her feel very nice.
And Mitchell seems to agree, about it all being very nice, even if it was actually quite naughty, the thought making her cheeks flush again, distracted enough that as his fingers slide it, her bra strap moves with him. Because that's what she expects it to do, that what it would do were she normal.
Her eyes dart to his face when he lets out such a breath, noticing the way her bra moves with his touch, a soft smile parting her lips. It's working, without her having to think it through so thoroughly, although she is care not to think of the strap back in place where it ought to be.
Still, she looks at him--] Should I... [ Take it off like the others? Even if she sort of preferred to have him do it. Again, Owen made her undress herself whenever they shagged. It wasn't sensual like this was turning out to be.]
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[That day in the kitchen, when he'd been blood-drunk, high in a way he hadn't been in years — blood is so very much like heroin; once you go clean, if you fall off the wagon again and take what you still believe is your normal dose, you go right off the rails — and he'd told her how he thought about her body, he hadn't been lying. He wouldn't have told her that way if he had been able to choose, obviously, but Annie is a fit girl, and she's been a part of his life for long enough for him to have even the most idle of fantasies about her.
They haven't been idle for a long time, actually.
He slides the straps down off her shoulders and follows their path with his mouth, pressing hot — well, they'd be hot to her — open-mouthed kisses to her skin, sucking gently as he peels her bra lower and lower. Only when it's barely keeping her breasts still covered does he look up, raising his head to peer up at her with dark eyes, silently requesting permission.]
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Suddenly the breath in her lungs halts, which is ridiculous considering she doesn't need to actually breathe, but there it is. She feels dizzy with the anticipation of it, her eyes meeting with his as he makes his wordless request. Nodding breathlessly, she feels a rush of heat she hasn't felt in a long time, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip, it takes all she has not to feel shy (that'll bring all her clothes back in an instant).]
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Her nipples are darker than he'd been imagining, and there's a little mole just along the swell of her left breast that's begging for his attention, attention he is quite happy to give it. He kisses it, lightly at first, nuzzles it, rubs his cheek along it as his mouth moves to find more of her skin to kiss.] Alright, love?
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That mole, she's always felt self-conscious about it. Girls in primary used to tease her, call it her third nipple even if it was rather small. And Mitchell goes to kiss it first. Her eyes flutter at the contact after so, so long with anything other than the brush of that damned bra and her clothing. She looks at him then, when he speaks.] Yes? And you?
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[It's a sweet little mole, and Mitchell rather likes kissing it, so all those girls in school can go shut the hell up, as far as he's concerned.
He glances up at her again when she speaks to him, his eyebrows lifting incredulously, like she's asked him a stupid question.] Annie. [A pause for a moment, so he can duck down and lick her nipple teasingly.] I'm happier than a pig in shit. [Definitely not the most romantic thing to say, but he wants to make her laugh and maybe smack him on the shoulder, wants to banish this shy, timid specter of the girl he loves and bring back the Annie he knows so well.]
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Carry on.
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You are glorious. [This time he does wink at her as he goes back to what he'd been doing before, bending his dark head over her breasts and lavishing attention on cold nipples, feeling the dull ache in his gums that signifies the need to feed but miraculously being able to overcome it for now.
He's not sure how much long he'll be able to, but he wants to enjoy this moment for as long as he can.]
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Humming softly, she feels her breath hitch once again when his mouth finds the pebbled peaks of her breasts. Her fingers curl against his scalp once again, trying to just go with the moment, not to overthink things too much. She lets herself just feel, to remember what it feels like to feel turned on.
Of course, she tilts her head a little towards him, not able to just keep quiet for even a few moments (soft gasps and tiny moans don't count).] I want to do something... [ Her hand slides down his side, sliding over his bum to give it a bit of a squeeze.] To make you feel good too.
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He laughs against her chest, pushing up on his elbows so there's space between them, smiling down at her with eyes that are dark with desire and not bloodlust.]
What say you we get the rest of these clothes off, then? [He can kick off his jeans and she can will off her leggings or whatever it is she does, and then they'll both be properly naked. That'll make him feel good.
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Smiling up at him, feeling permanently breathless, she nods at his suggestion, her eyes unable to help but flicker downward, glancing at the appealing way his jeans hung low on his hips, thinking that soon enough they'd be completely off. Smirking just a little, she gives him an impish look.] Shall I help you then?
[ If he'll let her, she might try to reach down and start shimmying his pants down, scooting down the bed beneath him so she can do so.]
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He grins at her in response and shifts completely off her, rolling away so that he winds up on his side next to her, propped up idly on one arm as he gestures to himself with the other.] Go ahead.
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She gives him a look, an amused, 'quit being difficult' look, her hand moving to push him onto his back. Pressing a few kisses to his chest and then abdomen, she moves to slink down the bed, pulling his jeans, lauging as she alternates yanking on each pant leg until she's clear off the bed and pulling them the last of the way off, tossing them aside, and then climbing back onto the bed with him in all his naked glory.
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He's not very neat. This is not a surprise to anyone.
She clambers back up on the bed and he welcomes her with open arms, his hands settling at her hips as she crawls over him, his neck straining to catch a kiss when she gets within range.]
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Okay, so she's still got her leggings on but for now, she's just settling in his lap, kissing him. After a moment or two of that, she may seem distracted from their makeout sesh as she wills away the rest of her nerves and the last bit of remaining clothing she's got on.]
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He breathes out her name like a quiet prayer as she leans down to kiss him, opening up easily to her, his hands roaming idly at her hips, petting her thighs and her waist alike until he suddenly realizes there's nothing but cool skin beneath his hands.]
Annie. [He pulls back enough to blink up at her, a smile curling his lips as he watches her. Of course, he wouldn't be Mitchell if he didn't ruin the moment somewhat.] This all for me, then?
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It is then that she takes that last step and it's then that Mitchell has to pipe in with some commentary, her brow furrowing a bit even her words are a bit of a tease.] 'All this'? I hope you're not calling me fat, Mitchell.
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You're gorgeous, Annie, god. [He presses his lips to her shoulder, an open-mouthed kiss with the hint of teeth, though his fangs remain securely tucked away where they should be, thankfully.]
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A shiver runs up her spine at the sensation, at the warmth of his mouth and the hint of teeth. It's a little dangerous, enjoying the way that feels, she shouldn't encourage it even if she isn't in danger of being drained of life.
Settling more in his lap, she pulls him up properly, pressing their torsos flush with one another.] You feel rather lovely, like this.
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He doesn't want to think about her remembering how this feels, because then she's thinking of that bastard who murdered her, and thinking about Owen makes Mitchell see red. Regardless of the fact that him murdering Annie has made it possible for them to have some sort of a real relationship. That doesn't bear thinking about.
He slides his hands up her spine, free for once of his olive green gloves, his fingers trailing along the wing of her shoulder blades and tangling in the ends of her hair.]
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Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her eyes meeting with his as his hands slide up her body.] And I feel... How you feel. [ Or rather, how she makes him feel. She supposes that's a bit like cheating at a game, but she wants to know even if she isn't thrilled how she doesn't feel very warm compared to how he makes her feel beyond warm.]
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And he doesn't want to. The thought of Annie lying across his bed, broken and drained, her eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, makes him feel sick to his stomach.
He ducks his head to lick at the hollow of her throat, his hand passing over the swell of her bum, his fingers dimpling her cool skin as he hauls her a little bit closer.] Can you feel that?
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[ Her skin tingles where his tongue had just been, actually, it tingles just about everywhere now. And one hand moves to curl into his hair, her hips rocking tentatively above his, trying to coax a reaction from him this time.]
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It probably helps that he's apparently been given carte blanche when it comes to touching, so touch he will, nibbling along her shoulder as he runs his fingers along the inside of her thighs, light enough to tease, light enough to make sure she's okay with him touching her so, so close to where he wants to go.]
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She actually feels something then, a pulse of pleasure, a new sensation she has felt with anyone before, especially not Owen, earning him soft sound of surprise, trailing off into a pleased sort of hum.]
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