bakerstreet | Otherwordly meme

[He's still aware that losing any of his clothing is a bad idea. But his mind is full of Hana and the heat and strength and softness of her and there's no way he's going to tell her no when she's saying his name like that, when her voice is like that, when her body is like that. So his hands leave her for the briefest amount of time possible and he quickly strips off his shirt, letting it fall in the same corner of the shower that hers is already. The water feels good against his bare skin after the clinging fabric and, shortly, his skin feels even better because he's pulling her back into his arms and her chest is pressed against his as he kisses her again. Her mouth is hot and hungry and oh so sweet and its been so damned long since he kissed her in more than a brief, light, innocent kiss. There's nothing innocent about his kiss now though, or the way his hands immediately go back to the hem of her pants, hook and push them and her underwear down at the same time. Somewhere at the back of his head there's some vague idea that her clothes are wet and she needs to get out of them, that the hot water is good for her cold skin. The front of his head though tells him that she needs his touch, that he hasn't finished covering her with it yet and his hands trace down, over the curves of her hips as he kisses her, around to cup and squeeze the perfect feeling of her backside and then fingers slip down between her legs, rubbing and stroking, long and slow.

He's promised himself he'll give her heat back to her. His dragging fingers say its working.]

[ Finally.

It's the only word that runs through her mind as he discards his shirt and pulls her against him, because soon after that the feeling of her chest against his, of skin against skin, his muscles moving against her, all of it sends a spark through her and it shorts out her thoughts.

It feels like autopilot from then on when their lips crash into each other once more and she kisses him back hungrily, drinks in the taste of him, and she hums against the kiss when she's finally divested of all of her clothing. Then it's her turn to run her hands all over him as best she can in their position, dragging up along his arms and across his shoulders and down to his chest and then further down over the ridges of muscle on his stomach.

She hums another pleading sort of sound at the way he squeezes her, asks without any words for him to please just go further, touch her--

and the way she pulls away from the kiss to moan as she's rewarded says that, yes, "giving her heat back to her" is working. It's working quite well. ]

[The look on her face when she pulls back to moan is intoxicating - and fulfilling. This is what he wants, what he's been longing for, aching for. That look on her face, that color over her skin. His mouth moves down, over her throat, her collarbone her breast and he goes to his knees in front of her again, mouth against her stomach. Careful, supporting and guiding, not wanting her to slip or lose her footing, he gently presses her back, guides her so that she can put her back against the wall and the water from the showerhead can pour down the front of her body and over his head and, once he's sure she's there, he finally lets his head sink lower, wet white hair dragging over her pale stomach and its new scars, kissing open-mouthed downward, lower, until he reaches her folds. His hands cup her ass, dig in just a little, lift - and he drags his tongue over the core of her, intimate and invasive, needing her taste, needing to spread his touch across her there just as completely as he has everywhere else.]

[ The first time he ever went down on her she'd screamed, even hid her face behind her hands out of embarrassment from how one little thing, one drag of his tongue drove her so absolutely crazy and--

This time isn't too different.

Because she's waiting on baited breath as he leaves a trail of kisses down her body, her face blushing a deeper and deeper pink as he gets lower and lower and as his hands are firm and pressing on her ass-- and that breath is released in another long, drawn out, shaking groan when she feels his tongue move slick along her folds. Her head angles back, hair dragging along the wall of the shower, and she slumps down a bit, nearly slipping if not for Shiro's support, and her eyes slip shut at the sensation as her hand grabs blindly at his head, fingers in his hair. And then she looks down, and, god, she's got to pull the white of his hair back away from his face so she can see him on his knees, watch him, watch his tongue on her; the sight in itself is liable enough to drive a girl mad. ]

[His dark eyes lift when she pulls his hair out of the way to look up at her from under his lashes, but it doesn't stop or even cause a flutter of hesitation in what he's doing with his tongue and moments later he's back to concentrating on that entirely again. He wants every inch of her and his tongue slides back, curls, drags forward, slips along the outside of her folds and then back in. Hard and quick it plunges inside of her, curls, drags slow out, coating her, being coated. And then he drags it up until he can find her clit and that's another long, slow drag before he swirls it.

And then his head presses in a bit more and he brings his lips over her there, hums a low sound and sucks.

His mouth pulls away, presses open mouthed kisses and little nips and one long suction just to leave his mark there on the inside of her thighs, but then his mouth is back on the center of her again, his tongue dragging and her clit has all of his attention.

Almost all his attention.

Because his human hand slides up her body to press against her stomach but his metal hand slides down. And two slick, water warmed metal fingers slide up inside of her, slow and firm until he's fully inside.]

[ Hana has to spare a moment to wonder what the soundproofing is like in a space castle-slash-ship that's tens of thousands of years old yet still far and beyond more technologically (and, probably, architecturally) advanced than anything that exists on Earth.

Because she is not sparing a moment to hold herself back in reacting to each and every move of Shiro's, whether it's his tongue or lips or hands on her. And she cries out his name, desperately, not knowing what she really wants only that she needs him to keep going, ]

Takashi--

[ and she's melting, or she feels like she is, hot water all over her body and his and still she feels the most wet between her legs and once more she's helpless against him. Because everything he does feels so damn good; even his breath on her leaves heat and want in its wake but it's the way he's so thorough that has her writhing and moaning and pulling at his hair. Her free hand goes up to her mouth and she presses the back of it against her parted lips as though it'll keep her noises down (It doesn't.) but it's the only way she feels like she can hold on to some semblance of sanity because the feeling of his tongue inside of her, along the outside, on her clit, the way he sucks on it, and then the brief bite of sweet pain at the way he leaves a mark on her-- now one of many across her body-- before he's back to her clit and then slipping his warm, warm fingers inside--

It's almost too much.

Almost, because while her legs start to give out from under her, shaking and quaking with pleasure, she manages to catch herself from falling by holding onto something, anything nearby with the hand she'd been covering her mouth with, whether it's a towel bar or a shelf or the door, she doesn't care. ]

[He keeps the pressure of his human hand against her torso, offering his own support to her failing knees but as long as she keeps a certain part of her in line with his mouth he's going to assume he has the go-ahead to continue.

Because the sounds she's making and the way she's pulling his hair and all but quaking for him certainly only serves to egg him on more.

It's all about her now, about driving her until she's lost and screaming and then lost and limp and loose jointed. There's so much he wants to give her, so much he wants to drive out of her, even if only for a few more moments to have her completely back and pulsingly alive. And she is, tightening down around his fingers inside of her, calling his name, body quivering and helpless. He doesn't let up, bathing her with his tongue's attention, dragging and sucking and retreating only to come right back, breathe in between hot and moist against her. Inside of her he wiggles his fingers, curls them a little, drags them down and almost out of her before pressing back up and in. Slow, picking up speed, he pumps inside of her, adding another finger after the first few thrusts. Another long suck and exhale against her clit and then he raises his head to look at her, eyes half lidded, looking far too pleased with himself as he murmurs:]

Found a new trick, sweetheart.

[Inside of her, his fingers start to lightly vibrate as they moved.]

[ She can feel his fingers tight inside of her, the smooth, warm metal gliding perfectly in and out of her and, god, it feels so good-- and it feels so good to just feel good, too, when they'd spent so very long away from each other and throw in the fact that she'd almost died

and the fact that it's actually criminal how Shiro knows exactly how to drive her crazy and have her squirming and drenched with arousal (shower aside)

and then the fact that his fingers are suddenly vibrating inside of her-- ]

What the hell--

[ The words slip out, but who could blame her? She gives a gasp but it's truncated into a yelp because, seriously, she wasn't expecting that Shiro's Galra hand could do that. Her head had angled back with the sudden sensation but soon enough she looks down once more to find him looking right up at here, looking so completely smug and pleased with himself and her lips part for another breathy moan as he continues to move his fingers inside her and it's a miracle that she manages to mutter a complete sentence: ]

Seriously? Oh my god.

[ That counts, right? ]

[If he lives to be an old man, he doesn't think he's ever going to forget, or not be aroused by the memory of, the way she looks, completely flush with need, body shaking, naked, soaking wet across her skin and between her legs, long dark hair like streamers over her pinks washed skin, chest moving as she gasps in air and the way her eyes are all the desperate colors of forever as she looks down at him in a daze.

Shiro's done a lot of bad things in his life. This - this is not one of them.

And her response just has his smile spreading. Because her body's reaction and her words don't indicate she's not happy with his new talent. Still smirking, knowing she's watching, he lowers his mouth to her clit again, tongue out to stroke and then begin to play with it again, fingers not letting up in the way they moved inside of her, low, deep thrum in his throat and through his lips. Fully intending to keep going until she couldn't stand it any more and fell apart for him.]

[ He might not have to keep going for very long. Because there's a lot going on and all of it has Hana building and building, from the heat of the shower and the steam surrounding them, to the sight of Shiro on his knees before her and of him playing her like an instrument, to the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking on her clit and to his fingers pumping and stroking and fucking her while vibrating--

She's loud. She's being very loud and she finds that she doesn't quite care at this point, feeling that pressure in her body, heat flaring up all over her, and so much tension building in her with every gasp and moan and pull of Shiro's hair and she's close, so close, and so good, and all she has to do is let go. ]

Takashi-- oh, Takashi--

[ And so she does. She lets go, completely, utterly, and falls apart with a long, withering cry, the shuddering of her body from her head to curling toes, and with both of her hands now threaded into Shiro's hair, her nails scraping against his scalp.

And for that moment-- she hasn't felt alive like this since she she woke up from the pod. She hasn't felt so completely electrified and completely filled with at least four different emotions and so completely--

Complete. ]

[If Shiro had wanted quiet, he never would have fallen for Hana Song. And the fact that she's so vocal only feeds him.

Even more this time because she's been so damned quiet and subdued so often since she woke up and any brush of noise and life from her is a wave of relief to him.

It never hurts his ego though, hearing her scream his name like that.

He feels it when her climax hits, when it washes over her and twirls her away and he keeps going, tries to let it last as long as it can until he feels her body finally start to relax and unclench. Then he's on his feet again, wrapping her in his arms, holding her close against him.

And he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot.

He does manage to get the water shut off, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, before reaching out to get a towel to bundle around her, still holding her close with one arm.

Still grinning.]

[ It's a damned good thing that Shiro does get back on his feet and holder because Hana is liable to crumble and fall from how utterly spent she is, how intense her climax had been. As it is, she slumps against his body as he pulls her in, and if he would let go she would probably just fall to the floor. She's still panting, trying to catch her breath, but in between she manages to say, muffled against him, ]

I can't believe your hand can do that.

[ because, really, he couldn't have expected that she wouldn't bring that up. Weakly her hands come up, rest against his chest as she turns her head upward to look at him. ]

Can I do something for you, too?

[There is nothing, he thinks, that's ever been as good for his ego or his male pride as Hana after he's given her her climax. Seeing her so utterly loose and relaxed and content and exhausted is - that's an amazing feeling. And he chuckles as he wraps her up in the towel and then lifts her into his arms to step carefully out of the shower. His voice is a low, self-pleased rumble.]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. And yes, you can. But if it involves anything but curling up and sleeping in exhaustion, I'd rather wait until later. You completely weak after me really is an ego boost.

[ She settles into his arms readily when he picks her up, as she always does, but his response to her question garners a quirked brow, and a bit of a smirk, although there is an underlying tiredness to her expression. Needless to say, at least, she's no longer feeling any sort of cold even when they step out of the shower and she's only in a towel. ]

Hey, I'm not completely weak. [ yes she is ] I could do something.

[ She knows, though, that Shiro probably won't back down. It's a little infuriating, but-- ]

I'll get back at you, jagiya. Just wait.

[He won't back down. His needs are minor and nothing he can't take care of himself in a very short amount of time given his new fantasy fuel. Having her weak and happy and hearing the spark back in her words though... that feeds his soul and he needs that so much more. So he leans down to kiss her, kiss gentle again but firm instead of light the way it has been and he grabs an extra towel as he chuckles and carries her into the bedroom.]

That's the kind of threat I don't mind. [Gentle, he sets her down sitting up on the bed and proceeds to gather her hair up, wrapping the towel around it and folding it over. Her hair has gotten wonderfully long and he does what he can to get as much of its length as he can wrapped up before using the towel around her to gently get her body dry and then pulling aside his bed covers for her to slip in.]

Just relax. I'm going to go clean up and get dry and then I'll be right back to join you, okay? I've got to make sure I'm there to keep you warm, right?

[ Hana is usually one for being her own kind of girl and such but-- being pampered like this by Shiro is an exception. Because she loves getting all of this special treatment only from him whether it's him blowing her mind or something as simple as carrying her to bed or him bundling her in towels to dry her off. Which is why he doesn't receive any resistance from her when he does any of those things, and when he's done she settles on the bed, laying on her side and propping her elbow up on a pillow to rest her head on her hand. ]

Don't keep me waiting too long, Shiro.

[He doesn't take it lightly that she lets him dote on her the way he enjoys doing, knowing she's usually fiercely independent. It spoils him too, in a way, being allowed to take care of her the way he does.

And she looks utterly content and adorable on his pillow like that. So he leans down and kisses her again before straightening up and walking over to pull a pair of sweatpants from his drawer before heading back for the bathroom. Given how close he already is, its not going to take him long to take care of himself at all and then he just needs to hang their wet clothes over things and brush his teeth. He gives her a smile over his shoulder before he steps back into the bathroom and slides the door partially shut.]

Less than ten. I'll be back before the bed has a chance to get cold.

[ There's a part of Hana that, watching him go, wishes he would just let her take care of him. As much as she enjoys his doting on her she'd like the chance to do the same for him. Which is why she spends her time waiting for him plotting just how she's going to "get back at him."

She also spends it drying herself off a bit more, sitting up on the bed and pulling the towel around her body off because she would certainly rather sleep naked than in a wet towel, discarding it beside his bed. She pulls the covers up to cover her legs then, letting the fabric pool around her at her waist as she reaches up and unwraps her hair so she can use the towel to gently rub and squeeze her hair dry. Her hair has gotten very long, it's true, and it's likely that she's never had it get this long before. Getting it to dry is a bit of a chore, so whenever Shiro finishes up in the bathroom and comes back out, she'll still be at it. ]

[If asked, Shiro would say that some of the best parts of giving was when it wasn't reciprocated. A gift given with nothing in return was a real gift because it was given just to be given.

Not that he doesn't think for a second that Hana won't find a way to 'get back at him'.

She will. He just likes being able to exhaust her so much that she has to have some recovery time in between.

He's finished in the promised less than ten minutes, stepping back out of the bathroom and - and its a good thing he just finished taking care of himself because a naked Hana sitting in his bed playing with her hair is probably one of his top all time fantasies.

He's an old fashioned guy. He's not going to apologize of domestic fantasies.

It's certainly enough to have him pausing, and his eyes moved over her appreciatively, smile spreading a little as he steps over to pick up the towel and drape it over his chair before join her, slipping into bed next to her though he's careful not to upset the blanket across her legs. Reaching out he catches a strand of her hair to slip it through his fingers and his voice is a gentle thrum as he says:]

I could get used to this.

[ She turns when she hears him emerge from the bathroom and- she does her fair share of giving him an appreciative once-over, herself, because how could she not when a man like Takashi Shirogane walks into the room looking like that? She lets her arms drop when he joins her so that he can reach over and play with her hair a bit. The look on her face is a bit teasing, really a testament to how well Shiro had managed to reignite her spirits a bit, when she says: ]

Hm? Get used to what, exactly?

[ She knows the answer. But she wants to hear him say it. ]

[He notices the spark back in her response and it soothes his heart. It had been starting already, flaring to life from time to time before, slow starting to heal and strengthen inside of her but -

but its just so damn good to hear the pop that had caught his attention the very first time they'd met back in her voice. Reaching up he strokes the hair back from her face, tucks some of it behind her ear and his eyes are soft and lazy with peace.]

To having you here. With me. [Slow he laid down on the bed, moved his arm to offer her a safe spot against his side. And his smile went into a smirk, for just a moment.] I could get used to finding you naked in my bed too.

Hmmm.

[ The satisfied smirk across her lips belies the thoughtful hum she gives as she sets the towel aside so she can settle against his side when he offers it, not completely laying with him but assuming her previous position on her side with her elbow on the pillow and her head in her hand. Her free hand reaches across a bit, and rests on his chest.

He could get used to having her here.

She-- likes being here, but she hasn't thought about how permanent of an arrangement this could or would be; she hums again, something that sounds more like she's genuinely contemplative this time. There's no denying the fact that things are difficult when they're apart, lightyears apart, but it's in the nature of their occupations and obligations. Not for the first time Hana wonders if Shiro would be better off with someone who was more... present. ]

Hey, Shiro, I wanna ask you something.

[He sees that smirk and it eases the tension in his chest as well. That's her too, that satisfied little smirk he's not about to deny she deserves. The way she settles down though tells him that she's got some of her energy back at least, or at least that she's got something on her mind. He's all right with that. He's tired himself, but - he thinks he'll be able to sleep tonight. His soul feels... it feels content. He shuts his eyes and his arm slips around her a bit more but he's still listening, humming softly to show it. If she wants to talk, they can talk.

Though she's going to be disappointed with the story of how he found out his hand vibrates. It's not half as sexy as it could be.]

Okay.

Why me?

[ Her lips draw into a thin line as soon as she's said it, as soon as the question slips out, because she hadn't intended to quite ask it like that. She shakes her head. ]

No, wait. Not that. You said that you could get used to having me around, but... why didn't you go for someone who is around?

[ The way she says it this time, it sounds more like a genuine question, one she's been wondering about, and not at all a suggestion. Because there is no way in high hell that she would ever give Shiro up, at this point. She really is just curious. Because-- ]

Like Al-- I mean, Princess Allura. She's really cool. And gorgeous. And her hair's even longer than mine.

[His eyesbrows come down and his eyes open but luckily, she's already rephrasing and explaining the question.

And he still doesn't get where she's going with her line of questioning.

Not until she says the princess' name. And then it clicks.

And then his eyebrows come down low over his eyes again and he's rolling onto his side toward her, other arm reaching for her now as well. His first attempt is levity with:]

I do pick my woman for more than just her hair, you know.

[But that's not enough and its not right and his eyebrows slip right back down, worry and concern moving through him.]

Why are you even asking me that? Did something happen?

Otherwordly meme

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omg that icon choice lmao

lol we try

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yep, I went there

oh my god ??

hey! don't pretend that's not a burning question in fandom lol

i'm so glad lmao!

he aims to please (ie, I'm sure its got some kind of practical use. somehow)

yes, somehow, of course

I imagine him finding out was an interesting story

yeah shiro is there something you wanna share with the class?

'so after I vibrated our way through the cavein that had blocked us,I thought 'ah! perfect sex toy!'

what a good guy

that's him, always thinking of his girl first

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