bakerstreet | the picture prompt meme

[ That kiss reassures him and he rests his hands on either side of her as he presses down into it. Everything about her feels almost like a dream and it's only her physical presence that keeps him grounded the reality that this is happening. She's here and she wants him. ]

It's been a while, [ he murmurs apologetically against her lips. He's rusty in more ways than one and the last thing he wants is to disappoint her. ] If you need me to do anything differently...

[ If there's one thing he can do well, it's take instruction. ]

Shh, [ Kasumi tries to interrupt his apology, but it doesn't seem to stop him. Instead, she presses another kiss to his lips as she trails off before she pulls away to give him his first instruction, ] Relax. That's what I need you to do.

[ Now, where were they'd stopped on the couch? Oh, right. Kasumi moves one hand to the nape of Duv's neck as she resumes kissing him, the other one grabbing a hold of his hand and guiding it, letting his fingertips trace along the hem of her shirt until she lets his hand slip underneath. And then, his second, more familiar instruction: ]

Keep going.

[ His mind blue screens when he realizes where she's moving his hand. Right where they left off. There's hesitation to his movements as his fingers trace up her sides, her shirt sliding slowly up with them. He hopes that's what she means by keep going.

Talking hasn't won him nay favors and he doesn't trust himself to say anything more than gibberish. Instead he clumsily deepens the kiss cringing slightly at his own inexperience. At least something can be said for his eagerness. ]

[ That is, indeed, what she means by keep going, and she hums approvingly into the kiss if nothing else to let him know that he's doing well, so far. Positive reinforcement! The way he kisses does seem to convey his inexperience, but Kasumi doesn't mind; maybe he'll consider himself less inexperienced once she's... helped him out a bit. And to that end, she runs her tongue along his lower lip and deepens the kiss, herself.

With Duv taking the direction with his hands, she pulls her own away and reciprocates, slipping her fingers under his shirt, hands gliding smoothly up his back before she presses the pads of her fingers down firmly between, along his shoulder blades. ]

[ He arches his back into her touch and his breath catches in his throat. So far he hasn't managed to mess this up, a fact which is helping him greatly to relax. Keeping his mouth occupied with a kiss had been the right call and he gladly continues the trend as he parts his lips.

Clothes. What the devil does he do with those now? Besides taking them off. His hands are running along her sides and he's left with her shirt bunched up. No view despite his advantageous position though the trade-off to pulling away slowly becomes worthwhile.

Reluctantly he pulls away, shyly smiling down at her as he tugs her shirt upwards, almost as if he's asking permission still. ]

[ There's a hint of amusement in Kasumi's expression when he seems to be wondering still if it's okay for him to divest her of one singular article of clothing. They did just agree to doing this whole sleeping together thing, didn't they?

In any case, her answer to his question is a brief nod, and a smirk as she pulls her hands down and then slides them back up, this time in an attempt to take his shirt off in return. ]

[ All right so yes, ridiculous of him to pause. Her look tells him that quickly. It's all the confirmation he needs as he removes her shirt and assists in the removal of his.

It isn't until the articles of clothing are out of the way that his gaze drifts away from her face. He swallows the lump that's suddenly in his throat and after a long moment, his eyes rise to meet hers and he ignores the heat that's growing in his face. ]

I'm not sure I can tell you enough how beautiful you are, [ he murmurs as he trails fingertips down her sides. ]

[ She watches him watch her--or rather stare at her--but she doesn't in the least seem embarrassed or bothered by his gaze. She is well aware of the effect her body tends to have on people. (Though, damn. If she'd only made a detour to her apartment or something first she could have put a nicer, lacier number on.) Duv's reaction, however, and especially what he says after, strikes her as more sweet than anything else. It won't mean that she won't resist the urge to be cheeky, though, and her smirking continues. ]

That's okay. I won't get tired of hearing it. I have to say, though--you know we've still got a long way to go clothing-wise, right?

[ Her gaze flicks down to her side, where his fingers ghost along her skin, wondering if he's going to venture on. ]

[ It's better without the fancy lingerie, he may have frozen with a permanent oh look on his face. ]

It does seem to be in the way, [ he manages dryly, still smiling down at her. A matter he should take care of, but first... He cups her cheek as he runs his thumb along her jawline and kisses her. There's more urgency there, a need to show her how much he cares rather than simply stating it.

Once his mouth is otherwise occupied, he decides it's time for his hands to fumble with more articles of clothing. Which presents the question of which one and he settles for blindly trying to undo her pants. ]

[ Kasumi matches the heat behind his kiss with her own, equally intent on conveying--likely with her tongue although not so much with words--more than just lust during this; she gives another approving hum against the kiss as she feels his fingers begin to fumble with her pants, and she drags her fingers down his back with her fingernails just slightly digging into his skin. When she reaches the waist band of his pants, she similarly sets out to undo them but predictably has much better luck than he does, given her dexterity.

Seriously still wishing she'd changed into that black lace set, though. ]

[ Oh god. His back arches into her touch as he suppresses a shiver. It's easy to tell that much of the tension he carries is centered in his shoulders and briefly he wonders how it'd feel to have her skillful fingers work out the knots in his muscles. The thought is quickly pushed away as he returns his attention to the kiss and the damn zipper that seems to be caught.

Her hands are far more nimble than his and there's a small sound of surprise against her lips as he hears it undone. Behind, but this is one area he doesn't mind that at all. In another moment hers are undone as well and he rests his hands on her hips for a second before sliding them downwards. ]

[ Kasumi would be doing the same for him, but for now she lets Duv do what he's doing, although she pulls away from the kiss to minimize the amount of fumbling that may occur from the removal of pants. She watches him intently on baited breath, and once her pants reach her ankles, she carefully pulls her feet out to make the process easier.

If only she was wearing nicer lingerie. Hopefully the simple black ensemble she wears isn't anticlimactic or anything. ]

[ It's the farthest from that. As soon as he's resting over her once more, his breath is taken away at the sight he's greeted with. He's smiling softly as he runs his hands down the length of her arms and intertwines their fingers as he gives into the urge to kiss again.

There's more to remove, something he's sure she'll remind him of in a moment, but he's having a hard time not basking in the warmth that is being with her. ]

[ Warmth, Duv? Kasumi's the one lying here in just her bra and panties, jeez. But she returns the kiss all the same and welcomes his hands with hers, giving them a squeeze as their bodies press against each other once more.

Kasumi enjoys intense, passionate, but perhaps not intimate sex as much as the next person (given that that person is not Duv Galeni), but there's very much something to be said about something slower, more gentle, loving, and affectionate. Which is why Kasumi, in spite of previous patterns, does not remind him that there are clothes to take off still. Instead, she deepens their kiss. ]

[ He smiles into the kiss and it's a long moment before he pulls back, resting his forehead against hers so he can stare into her eyes. A tad sappy for her tastes he's sure, but he's fortunate that she's indulging him. ]

Thank you. For staying in my life, [ he murmurs. He's heard from those closest to her how difficult it is for her stay close. She's been here too long, lost too many, and yet... Yet she's chosen to spend her precious time in his company.

His hands squeeze hers once more before he realizes he's unsure of the undressing protocol. His pants first? Or is he supposed to remove the rest of her clothing first? There's hesitation as he further realizes he's yet to tackle a 21st century-style bra (much less many from his own time period) that has him deciding his pants are the safest bet. He nibbles at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses to her collarbone, as he sets about removing his pants from the equation. ]

[ Her expression falls a bit at his words--not because they're bad, not in the least, but they catch her off-guard, and well... ]

I should be thanking you for staying in mine.

[ Because god knows, he's right, and the people close to her are right; she's been here so long, and has seen far too many people leave her behind. Not by their own choice, and she knows it's not exaxctly Duv's doing that's kept him by her but the whims of the Porter, but that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate him all the same. She might have been different if he never came into her life, much less stayed in it. Even more reclusive, reluctant to get close to people, keeping all of her relationships at surface-level because then there's less to mourn when it's all gone. She feels her heart well up with emotions at the thought, at how thankful she is that he's just here, and she bites down on her lip to keep it from quivering especially when he ducks down to kiss her collarbone. Running fingers through his hair, she decides it's really time to show how she feels, and with her other hand she reaches behind her own back and unclasps her bra. ]

[ He doesn't notice what she's doing, his mouth otherwise occupied and his mind focused on removing his pants. Something he does every day is made all the harder with a nearly naked Kasumi beneath him. It isn't until he's pulling back just enough to make kicking his pants away easier that he sees what she's doing. ]

Ah-- [ His eyes widen slightly in surprise though belatedly he wonders why when that was clearly the next step in all of this. ]

There's no need to thank me, [ he murmurs cheeks flush as he reaches for her straps, sliding them down her shoulders and ready to tug the garment away from her. ]

[ The way he blushes at the sight of her almost makes her feel at least a little bashful in return, and she shifts her gaze away from his face as she feels her cheeks grow warmer, instead looking to his hands She moves her arms so that he can pull the straps off the rest of the way and only then looks back at him, watching for... something. A reaction. ]

I wanted to thank you, Duv. That's why I said it.

[ Even with the loss of her bra, his gaze doesn't dip lower instead remaining focused on hers. He smiles warmly as he reaches to take her hand again this time to bring it closer and brush his lips against the back. There's no mistaking how his heart flutters when she's near or the warmth that fills him even if he's having difficulty wording it. ]

Well... You're welcome. I enjoy being here, with you.

[ And he can truthfully say there's no place he'd rather be. ]

Oh.

[ That's it. That's all she can speak to his sincerity with, apart from the way that her cheeks turn pink, just moved by romance that she's only ever known in fiction, and a long time ago, in Keiji. She squeezes his hand in turn, and after another moment or two of gazing at him, she places her other hand at the nape of his neck once more and pulls him down, pressing his body to hers and her lips to his. She spreads her legs and bends them just enough to let his body settle in between, and to press her thighs flush against his sides. ]

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