[ 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.]
[He's just going to assume that little noise, quickly swallowed, was a good one, for Annie makes no move to push out of his arms, and he likes to think that she'd be comfortable enough with him to be able to tell him no without being afraid to cross him. She's certainly crossed him enough in the past without it being a problem, hopefully that holds true here, too.
He strokes his fingertips along the outside of her thigh, tracing her skin where a pair of shorts might hit, his fingers meandering gently as they work their way from front to back, allowing him to trail up again without getting in the way of feeling her body pressed flat up against his.
They linger right where her thigh meets her bum, tracing that gentle crease, not daring to push ahead further without any sort of agreement from her.] Alright?
[ Annie has never held issue with telling Mitchell exactly what she thinks, how she thinks it, or when. And yes, it holds true here, even in this intimate moment. She doesn't stop him because she doesn't want him to. When he stops himself, just short of really touching her, she actually feels a little frustration and impatience, radiating enough of it, that he just might feel it too.]
Yes, [ she murmurs against his temple as his face presses against her shoulder. She lets her fingers curl a bit more in his hair, her voice soft, asking how he feels even if she can easily find the answer herself. She wants to hear him say it.] And you?
[He grins, huffing out a little breath, and nods against her shoulder.] Yeah. [Yeah, Mitchell is great, thanks, he feels absolutely amazing right now. He's forgotten how strange it is for her to be so cold against him, almost like he's never known any different, and the itch to touch her is overwhelming. Luckily, she doesn't make him wait any longer, and so he allows those questing fingers to slide forward until he finds her slit, her skin cold and slick to the touch.
It makes him laugh quietly, incredulous, and he presses another kiss to her shoulder as he strokes her carefully, feeling like he's dipped his fingers in a spring or something pure and cool, far from unpleasant but definitely not what he expected.] Still okay?
[Her hips quirk instinctively when he finally touches her, fingers sliding between her quivering thighs, her eyes falling shut with a soft, little moan. His touch is careful, slow and deliberate, and just as she's starting to fall into it, he asks after her.] Mitchell--[ she gasps softly against his hair, her eyes fluttering open for a moment as she tries not to sound annoyed, her voice somehow both firm and gentle at the same time. ] You needn't ask me all the time. [ Even if she loves him for it, adores the way he cares to ask. Owen never asked after how she was feeling. Unfortunately it was mostly a bunch of pumping then he was snoring or slinking out of the house.] I trust you.
I just want to make sure you're okay. [He can't help himself; he's not as different from Owen as she might like to make him be, as much as it pains him to admit it. For most of his life, Mitchell would find a girl (or two) to take home, give her a little kiss, maybe fuck her before biting her, drink her dry as she cried and pushed ineffectually at him, then left her on the floor like a discarded chocolate bar wrapper. He's trying to make up for all his past sins with Annie, trying to take his time and treat her like she's precious.
Because she is. She's precious to him.
But still, now that she's told him to get on with it, he does set to it without any more interruptions, stroking her a few more times before he shifts his hand to slide a finger into her, muffling a quiet groan against her shoulder at the feel of her slick, cold skin. He licks at her neck, mouthing her skin, sucking what would be a hickey on anyone else as he fingers her slowly, twisting his wrist so he can brush his thumb over her clit, ignoring the twinge in his wrist for the way it makes her clamp around him.
And for all that he agreed he'd stop asking, he pulls away enough to murmur anyway,] I'll give you two now, 'kay? [And does just that, pulling his hand free before sliding two fingers in where there had only been one, pressing them as deep into her as he can and sighing into the crook of her neck.]
[ She never dreamed that this was even possible. She honestly had resigned herself to a sexless relationship with Mitchell, that perhaps she'd find a way to get him off but that she wouldn't experience any sort of physical pleasure herself. And yet, here she is, in his lap with his fingers inside of her, coaxing heat through her chilled body in a way she hasn't felt in ages.
It's like basking in the sun, the way it warms her, although this warms her from the inside out, not that Mitchell can feel any of that, despite the groan that spills out against her skin.
He takes pleasure in touching her, she can feel that much, pressed against him, at the way he so eagerly moves his mouth over her skin. Her eyes fall shut with a soft moan, just against his ear when his thumb finds that bundle of nerves, so rarely touched.
She can't help the shift of her hips, the way she rocks into his hand and when he offers her another finger, she nods, eagerly, distractedly.] Yes, [ she hums against his ear, moaning again when he slides them inside of her, make her squirm against her.] God, yeah, Mitchell...
[It does please him to touch her, to feel her shift and moan against him, to know that he's the reason her hips are rocking like that against him, that it's his touch that's brought that breathlessness to her.
He curls his fingers inside her, stroking her soft flesh, and lifts his chin, seeking for a kiss, needing something but not quite knowing what it is he needs from her. His eyes have gone black now, properly black, but he doesn't seem to notice, and as of yet his teeth haven't started to sharpen. Hopefully he'll be able to keep it together for a little while longer.]
[ She can't see his eyes with her own being closed, although they do flutter open for a second when she feels his lips seeking hers out. It's a flash of black that she sees but she's distracted enough not to think too much of it, yet.
Her mouth yields to his for a moment before she kisses him a bit harder, her arm wrapping around his neck, urging him closer, rocking her hips into his fingers instinctively, greedily. Now that she can feel it, now that she knows she can.
She whispers his name against his lips, her own curving a bit into a smile.]
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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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He strokes his fingertips along the outside of her thigh, tracing her skin where a pair of shorts might hit, his fingers meandering gently as they work their way from front to back, allowing him to trail up again without getting in the way of feeling her body pressed flat up against his.
They linger right where her thigh meets her bum, tracing that gentle crease, not daring to push ahead further without any sort of agreement from her.] Alright?
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Yes, [ she murmurs against his temple as his face presses against her shoulder. She lets her fingers curl a bit more in his hair, her voice soft, asking how he feels even if she can easily find the answer herself. She wants to hear him say it.] And you?
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It makes him laugh quietly, incredulous, and he presses another kiss to her shoulder as he strokes her carefully, feeling like he's dipped his fingers in a spring or something pure and cool, far from unpleasant but definitely not what he expected.] Still okay?
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Because she is. She's precious to him.
But still, now that she's told him to get on with it, he does set to it without any more interruptions, stroking her a few more times before he shifts his hand to slide a finger into her, muffling a quiet groan against her shoulder at the feel of her slick, cold skin. He licks at her neck, mouthing her skin, sucking what would be a hickey on anyone else as he fingers her slowly, twisting his wrist so he can brush his thumb over her clit, ignoring the twinge in his wrist for the way it makes her clamp around him.
And for all that he agreed he'd stop asking, he pulls away enough to murmur anyway,] I'll give you two now, 'kay? [And does just that, pulling his hand free before sliding two fingers in where there had only been one, pressing them as deep into her as he can and sighing into the crook of her neck.]
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It's like basking in the sun, the way it warms her, although this warms her from the inside out, not that Mitchell can feel any of that, despite the groan that spills out against her skin.
He takes pleasure in touching her, she can feel that much, pressed against him, at the way he so eagerly moves his mouth over her skin. Her eyes fall shut with a soft moan, just against his ear when his thumb finds that bundle of nerves, so rarely touched.
She can't help the shift of her hips, the way she rocks into his hand and when he offers her another finger, she nods, eagerly, distractedly.] Yes, [ she hums against his ear, moaning again when he slides them inside of her, make her squirm against her.] God, yeah, Mitchell...
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He curls his fingers inside her, stroking her soft flesh, and lifts his chin, seeking for a kiss, needing something but not quite knowing what it is he needs from her. His eyes have gone black now, properly black, but he doesn't seem to notice, and as of yet his teeth haven't started to sharpen. Hopefully he'll be able to keep it together for a little while longer.]
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Her mouth yields to his for a moment before she kisses him a bit harder, her arm wrapping around his neck, urging him closer, rocking her hips into his fingers instinctively, greedily. Now that she can feel it, now that she knows she can.
She whispers his name against his lips, her own curving a bit into a smile.]
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