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ax_mainVex (easily) lures Shinobi away from his own party. Both have every intention of ending 2018 on a high note.
All things considered--though hadn't had a specific plan, as such, in mind when he'd begun, and had mostly relied on suggestions from the other students--Shinobi was quite pleased with how the New Year's party had turned out. There was music, naturally, and an assortment of refreshments to suit any palate. The outdoor portion was cheerily lit and humming with activity, for all the chill in the air, and the indoor element was as raucous as any large student gathering at Xavier's. All in all, it was as enjoyable a spectacle as he could have hoped.
As host--or chief financier, at the very least--one of his duties was to move through the shifting mass of bodies, being seen and ensuring that each guest was thoroughly satisfied with the accommodations. But obligations were obligations, and fun was fun, so when in the course of his schmoozing he happened upon a most welcome familiar face, Shinobi deviated from his planned route to bestow an extra measure of attention upon this particularly welcome attendee.
"Good evening, Vex," he said as he sidled up beside her, drink in hand. His responsibilities hadn't given him much chance to indulge, as yet, but he had every intention of seeing to that deficiency in the immediate future.
Vex had a cup in hand, but truth be told she hadn’t had the chance to hit the refreshment table or the additional libations stashed in her bag of holding hard yet. She was so pleased to be home (aka where the people she loved were, regardless of location, but specifically not in Syldor’s reach). She smiled warmly at Shinobi. Her gaze quickly slid over him, taking in his garb for the evening. She lingered on the way back up as if she might be reminiscing on what was beneath said attire.
“Good evening, Shinobi. Bless you for throwing together the revelry. I told Vax if there no one made New Years plans by the time we got back I’d throw a bacchanal in the meadow, and this seems much less chilly.”
If Shinobi seemed to preen a bit under the Vex's fairly unsubtle scrutiny, well, that was to be expected, under such circumstances. In a light but warm calf-length coat of blue herringbone, with cuffs and collar in black silk, he did cut a rather dashing figure, if he did say so himself. The suit beneath had been meticulously tailored to match, and the combination made passing from between the indoor and outdoor portions of his little gathering simply a matter of shedding his outermost layer as necessity demanded.
"Still a bit chilly for my preference, if we're going to fly in the face of tradition and be honest. I'm pleased it is up to your standards, however. Even if I am just slightly disappointed I will be deprived of the opportunity to experience a Vex-sponsored meadow bacchanal. I'm sure the view would be utterly breathtaking."
Her lips twitched with the hint of a grin. “We’ll see how that suggestion goes over next year.”
Vex was dressed comfortably for the party in her favorite boots and jeans. Her grey v-neck sweater clung softly to her curves with a short leather jacket thrown over top. She had a blue velvet scarf around her neck, which she slid off before looping it around Shinobi’s neck. The material was warm, as if she’d pulled the scarf straight from a dryer. Vex wrapped her bare hands in the edges of the scarf, winding Shinobi closer.
“There are few tricks for fighting off the chill,” she told him. “I might be willing to share.”
"Sou desu ka?" he murmured, dark eyes glittering as he allowed himself to be drawn gently in Vex's direction. Keeping his drink well clear of any potentially-embarrassing or mood-souring spills, Shinobi extended his free hand fluidly, slipping it just underneath her jacket, fingertips toying with the soft material of her sweater where it draped over her side. "That sounds like an inducement to be charming. I'm terrible at resisting temptation, in general, but an invitation like that, and from one of my most devastatingly beguiling acquaintances? Well, that fight was over before it properly began."
He moved so easily. Vex knew the night was young and she shouldn’t rush, but she wanted to share more than an enchanted scarf with Shinobi. The last person she kissed this year was going to be someone that didn’t hurt her.
Beneath one edge of scarf Vex curled her fingers. “I want to steal you away,” she told Shinobi. “I can return you before midnight. But I do have a strange question to ask.” Her thumb rubbed along the ring on her right hand, activating the charm there. As far as she could tell the charm couldn’t compel someone to speak against their will, but any statements could only come out as truth. If Shinobi answered honestly, he might not even notice the restriction. Vex carefully chose her words. “Are you interested in some fun, with no romantic expectations? And can you promise you won’t get angry, or obsessive, or try to harm me if that’s all this is?”
Strange question, indeed. Shinobi's face screwed up quizzically, but he appeared to give the questions more thought than he typically would. "I don't like to make promises, as a rule," he said at last. "It presumes a level of control over feelings and events that most people simply do not possess. In this instance, however ... I admit, I'm always interested in fun, and my experience has been that the origin of all human unhappiness is a thwarted expectation--as such, I avoid them as stringently as possible." His fingers trailed down her side to rest at her hip. "Obsession isn't really my style," he went on lightly, "and neither is angry. People come into one's life, and people go again; it's the nature of living. I find it generally more rewarding to make the experience as pleasurable for all concerned as is practically possible.
"As far as harming you ... Well. I detest violence." Which wasn't to say he was incapable of it, when sufficiently provoked. But it was never his first response to adversity of any kind. Shinobi offered a brittle smile. "It's the only lesson of value my father ever taught me, though I doubt he meant to. Still, I suppose it suggests even he isn't entirely a noxious influence." He blinked suddenly, and tilted his head to the side, wondering at his sudden candor. It was a bit early in the evening for him to be speaking quite so honestly.
Vex quickly turned the charm off. She didn’t want to cause him to say more about his father than he wanted to. In return for the honesty, she told him softly, “I recently had an incident with someone, which made me question my judgement. I appreciate the honesty. I know that feelings based promises are hard to keep, but at this point I mostly want to guarantee the next person I kiss doesn’t try to kill me.” It was such a somber statement she tried to dismiss it with a smile. “Would you like to stop playing host and focus on the part about pleasurable experiences?”
"It would be utterly unconscionable of me to abandon my obligations to my guests to appease my libidinous impulses," he told her playfully, unoccupied hand moving to twine their tapered fingers together. "So I really don't see how I could refuse. Did you want to spirit me away to anyplace in particular, or shall we just sneak off and wander until our urges get the better of us?"
She gave the scarf a light tug, inching him closer. “Indoors or outdoors?”
He edged nearer. "Chilly weather aside, you've always struck me as an outdoorsy sort. You know any nice, private winter spots where we can ... quietly enjoy the evening?"
“You know I do,” she said with a grin. “I don’t think anyone else is up for a winter walk, so we shouldn’t have any visitors.”
"Outstanding," he said, smirking back at her. "I find myself quite infatuated with the idea of having you all to myself, if only for a little while. I can think of no more agreeable way to bid adieu to 2018."
Vex released him before she might kiss him right here in the middle of the party. She slid her phone out of her pocket and sent a quick text to her brother, Don’t shadow-walk to the treehouse tonight. XO
She tucked the phone away and then took Shinobi by the hand to lead him away. “Warding off teleporters.”
"Good thinking," he said, readily tangling their fingers together again and falling into step smoothly with Vex. "We wouldn't want anybody to be startled, now would we? There's one teleporter in particular who I think would be particularly scandalized to catch us in any of the several variously cozy scenarios I am currently envisioning for us."
“Cozy scenarios,” she repeated with amusement. “And here I was picturing you up against a wall.” She smiled at Shinobi focus completely on him as she ignored any eyes that might be watching them slip away from the party. Vax could squawk judgement later.
"You don't think pinning me up against a wall would be terribly cozy?" Shinobi laughed, leaning into her lightly. "I hope everything's up to code. I can be very excitable, with the right sort of motivation."
“I like your idea of cozy.” She traced her thumb along the inside of his wrist.
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If Vex had liked Shinobi's ideas in theory, then he was determined she should find them positively ecstatic in practice. The walk through the woods had not been excessively arduous, nor had the climb up to the tree itself. He'd insisted she precede him up the ladder, both as a nod to propriety--this was, in a fundamental sense, her place, much more so than he would have considered it his--and for reasons far more ignoble. The way her jeans hugged her hips to perfection made for a fairly spectacular view, after all.
Once their feet were properly under them again, Shinobi glanced her way, lips quirking wryly. "It's much less rustic than I imagined," he admitted. "I especially like the abundance of privacy."
The excess of warm blankets and the mat on the floor of the main room was proof Vex spent weekends out here as often as possible. “Percy won out on electric lighting, but I stopped him short of a mechanical roof that opened in summer. There may be a steampunk treehouse next summer.” Vex shrugged her jacket off, tossing it across a bench. She reached for the scarf again, still warm around Shinobi’s neck. This time Vex pulled him all the way in to kiss him.
Any of the clever remarks Shinobi might have made about the prospect of a "steampunk treehouse" died unspoken, as he suddenly found his tongue preoccupied with much more interesting things. He tilted his head into Vex's in invitation, and managed to shrug off his own coat without breaking the kiss, or sending either of them stumbling blindly around the interior. The lighter suit jacket underneath soon followed it, and, while the cold was a touch more noticeable without the benefit of those additional layers, the lack of encumbrance was well worth it. Besides, it was difficult to pay attention to the ambient temperature when he was concentrating on kissing Vex breathless.
Vex slipped her hands down to his belt. She didn’t undo it, but her fingers curled around, giving her another grip to hold him close by. Vex broke the kiss and brushed her lips along his jaw. “Now that you’ve seen the layout, any other thoughts on ‘cosy’ scenarios?”
Humming thoughtfully, Shinobi turned his face into the side of her neck, carefully teasing over the base of her throat with his mouth. "One or two, possibly." His palms slipped underneath Vex's sweater, tracing the subtle contours of her trim waist and coaxing her in the direction of the mat--the most comfortable-looking vertical surface presently in sight. Though he'd have readily settled for uncomfortable, at that point.
She chuckled warmly, taking the hint as she stepped back. Blankets were a good idea. They were safe from wind chill in here, but if she was stripping more layers off it would be nice to pull something over them. And apparently she was getting ahead of herself.
Settling on his knees upon the mat, blankets arrayed around them in a reasonable precaution against the rigors of the season that belied the actual amount of blood in his brain just then, Shinobi tugged Vex down with him. His hands slipped up beneath the hem of her sweater, seeking the familiar warmth of skin-to-skin contact, but venturing no further ... for now. As soon as her mouth was near enough, he angled forward to catch her up in another, distinctly enthusiastic kiss.
Vex tangled her fingers into Shinobi’s hair. She liked the current position, but decided while they were down this far… she pushed Shinobi back into a seated position then climbed into his lap. Her legs wrapped around him. When she met the enthusiasm of his kiss it was a certain amount of friction. Yeah. They’d have no problems keeping warm.
That delicious friction let a new level of urgency to Shinobi's obvious eagerness. As Vex straddled his lap, he withdrew one hand from her side to cradle the back of her neck, gently--but insistently--holding her mouth to his. The other began to wander further up her side, incidentally lifting her sweater to reveal a bit of pale, toned skin to the inclement elements, teasing fingers pausing again as they brushed lightly across a familiar, light, lacy texture. He shifted beneath her to better accommodate her own movements ... and to emphasize pointedly the precise level of his excitement.
Vex grinned against his lips. In the spirit of not getting too excited too fast she broke the kiss and pushed Shinobi’s down against the blanket pile. She rolled her hips, shifting her legs into the most comfortable position around him. She kept him pinned at arms length, both hands flat against his chest. With her hips rocking she clearly wasn’t putting on the breaks.
“You have so many more layers on than the last time I saw you in this position.” Vex’s tone curled with disapproval. “I love the suit, but we need to fix this.”
“I do feel almost tackily overdressed, just this moment," he breathed, fingertips lingering on her skin just a moment more before withdrawing from beneath her sweater and beginning to deftly unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt. A smirk curved one corner of his mouth upward, his seemingly incidental movements syncing perfectly with the rocking of Vex's hips. Only a few layers of incidental fabric lay between the heady promise of their sensual writhing and its potential consummation, and Shinobi was eager to find out just how far their spontaneous rendezvous would take them.
Vex slid her hands down, helping him with the bottom buttons and working to meet him in the middle. She tried to keep an air of control, as if she knew what on earth she was doing. In truth, she didn’t know where she wanted to take this tonight. Oh, there were a few ideas. Mostly she remembered making out with Shinobi in Nolan’s house. The whole encounter was fun. Nothing serious, nothing too far. She wanted that again. Vex’s fingers strayed up to Shinobi’s collarbone, tracing along his bare skin and then down his chest. Mmm. And okay maybe this time she wanted to leave a few marks he wouldn’t forget about tomorrow.
“Better,” she said. In return, Vex tugged up the hem of her sweater, shedding it without concern.
Quickly disentangling himself from both suit jacket and dress shirt, Shinobi ignored the sudden bite of cold winter air and the goosebumps rising over his skin--there were much more interesting things to occupy his attention, just then. "Getting there," he agreed, arms snaking around Vex's waist to draw her in closer. Close enough that his mouth found her shoulder with a playful, if intent, brush of teeth. "But our tastes are much too refined to stop at merely 'better', aren't they?"
She laughed and arched into the bite. “Refined. Not sure that’s the word for it.” Vex lifted her hips, reaching for Shinobi’s belt. “Impatient, maybe?”
Shinobi gave a low, pleased hum. His fingers began toying with the button securing Vex's jeans around her hips, but he made no effort just yet to pop it free. The anticipation was, in many ways, half the fun, after all. "Possibly," he allowed with a huffed breath of a laugh. "But even at our most hormonal teenager, no one could ever call us unrefined, neh?"
“Not with words like that.” Vex leaned down to kiss him again.
He pushed into her, working a digit between her stomach and the top of her jeans. Though Shinobi recognized that his eloquence would be plummeting from that point forward, he could not find it in himself to mind much. He would simply have to find other ways to keep Vex entertained. With that in mind, his free hand began tracing up the arc of her spine lightly, pausing as the texture beneath the pads of his fingers changed from pliant skin to something faintly lacy.
Vex felt a flush rise in her cheeks. This was what she got for skipping liquid courage. Full awareness was a good thing, but it also allowed her to picture a few steps ahead. There was only so far tonight would go, but if she had it her way it would be plenty far enough. A daring start to a new year.
All things considered--though hadn't had a specific plan, as such, in mind when he'd begun, and had mostly relied on suggestions from the other students--Shinobi was quite pleased with how the New Year's party had turned out. There was music, naturally, and an assortment of refreshments to suit any palate. The outdoor portion was cheerily lit and humming with activity, for all the chill in the air, and the indoor element was as raucous as any large student gathering at Xavier's. All in all, it was as enjoyable a spectacle as he could have hoped.
As host--or chief financier, at the very least--one of his duties was to move through the shifting mass of bodies, being seen and ensuring that each guest was thoroughly satisfied with the accommodations. But obligations were obligations, and fun was fun, so when in the course of his schmoozing he happened upon a most welcome familiar face, Shinobi deviated from his planned route to bestow an extra measure of attention upon this particularly welcome attendee.
"Good evening, Vex," he said as he sidled up beside her, drink in hand. His responsibilities hadn't given him much chance to indulge, as yet, but he had every intention of seeing to that deficiency in the immediate future.
Vex had a cup in hand, but truth be told she hadn’t had the chance to hit the refreshment table or the additional libations stashed in her bag of holding hard yet. She was so pleased to be home (aka where the people she loved were, regardless of location, but specifically not in Syldor’s reach). She smiled warmly at Shinobi. Her gaze quickly slid over him, taking in his garb for the evening. She lingered on the way back up as if she might be reminiscing on what was beneath said attire.
“Good evening, Shinobi. Bless you for throwing together the revelry. I told Vax if there no one made New Years plans by the time we got back I’d throw a bacchanal in the meadow, and this seems much less chilly.”
If Shinobi seemed to preen a bit under the Vex's fairly unsubtle scrutiny, well, that was to be expected, under such circumstances. In a light but warm calf-length coat of blue herringbone, with cuffs and collar in black silk, he did cut a rather dashing figure, if he did say so himself. The suit beneath had been meticulously tailored to match, and the combination made passing from between the indoor and outdoor portions of his little gathering simply a matter of shedding his outermost layer as necessity demanded.
"Still a bit chilly for my preference, if we're going to fly in the face of tradition and be honest. I'm pleased it is up to your standards, however. Even if I am just slightly disappointed I will be deprived of the opportunity to experience a Vex-sponsored meadow bacchanal. I'm sure the view would be utterly breathtaking."
Her lips twitched with the hint of a grin. “We’ll see how that suggestion goes over next year.”
Vex was dressed comfortably for the party in her favorite boots and jeans. Her grey v-neck sweater clung softly to her curves with a short leather jacket thrown over top. She had a blue velvet scarf around her neck, which she slid off before looping it around Shinobi’s neck. The material was warm, as if she’d pulled the scarf straight from a dryer. Vex wrapped her bare hands in the edges of the scarf, winding Shinobi closer.
“There are few tricks for fighting off the chill,” she told him. “I might be willing to share.”
"Sou desu ka?" he murmured, dark eyes glittering as he allowed himself to be drawn gently in Vex's direction. Keeping his drink well clear of any potentially-embarrassing or mood-souring spills, Shinobi extended his free hand fluidly, slipping it just underneath her jacket, fingertips toying with the soft material of her sweater where it draped over her side. "That sounds like an inducement to be charming. I'm terrible at resisting temptation, in general, but an invitation like that, and from one of my most devastatingly beguiling acquaintances? Well, that fight was over before it properly began."
He moved so easily. Vex knew the night was young and she shouldn’t rush, but she wanted to share more than an enchanted scarf with Shinobi. The last person she kissed this year was going to be someone that didn’t hurt her.
Beneath one edge of scarf Vex curled her fingers. “I want to steal you away,” she told Shinobi. “I can return you before midnight. But I do have a strange question to ask.” Her thumb rubbed along the ring on her right hand, activating the charm there. As far as she could tell the charm couldn’t compel someone to speak against their will, but any statements could only come out as truth. If Shinobi answered honestly, he might not even notice the restriction. Vex carefully chose her words. “Are you interested in some fun, with no romantic expectations? And can you promise you won’t get angry, or obsessive, or try to harm me if that’s all this is?”
Strange question, indeed. Shinobi's face screwed up quizzically, but he appeared to give the questions more thought than he typically would. "I don't like to make promises, as a rule," he said at last. "It presumes a level of control over feelings and events that most people simply do not possess. In this instance, however ... I admit, I'm always interested in fun, and my experience has been that the origin of all human unhappiness is a thwarted expectation--as such, I avoid them as stringently as possible." His fingers trailed down her side to rest at her hip. "Obsession isn't really my style," he went on lightly, "and neither is angry. People come into one's life, and people go again; it's the nature of living. I find it generally more rewarding to make the experience as pleasurable for all concerned as is practically possible.
"As far as harming you ... Well. I detest violence." Which wasn't to say he was incapable of it, when sufficiently provoked. But it was never his first response to adversity of any kind. Shinobi offered a brittle smile. "It's the only lesson of value my father ever taught me, though I doubt he meant to. Still, I suppose it suggests even he isn't entirely a noxious influence." He blinked suddenly, and tilted his head to the side, wondering at his sudden candor. It was a bit early in the evening for him to be speaking quite so honestly.
Vex quickly turned the charm off. She didn’t want to cause him to say more about his father than he wanted to. In return for the honesty, she told him softly, “I recently had an incident with someone, which made me question my judgement. I appreciate the honesty. I know that feelings based promises are hard to keep, but at this point I mostly want to guarantee the next person I kiss doesn’t try to kill me.” It was such a somber statement she tried to dismiss it with a smile. “Would you like to stop playing host and focus on the part about pleasurable experiences?”
"It would be utterly unconscionable of me to abandon my obligations to my guests to appease my libidinous impulses," he told her playfully, unoccupied hand moving to twine their tapered fingers together. "So I really don't see how I could refuse. Did you want to spirit me away to anyplace in particular, or shall we just sneak off and wander until our urges get the better of us?"
She gave the scarf a light tug, inching him closer. “Indoors or outdoors?”
He edged nearer. "Chilly weather aside, you've always struck me as an outdoorsy sort. You know any nice, private winter spots where we can ... quietly enjoy the evening?"
“You know I do,” she said with a grin. “I don’t think anyone else is up for a winter walk, so we shouldn’t have any visitors.”
"Outstanding," he said, smirking back at her. "I find myself quite infatuated with the idea of having you all to myself, if only for a little while. I can think of no more agreeable way to bid adieu to 2018."
Vex released him before she might kiss him right here in the middle of the party. She slid her phone out of her pocket and sent a quick text to her brother, Don’t shadow-walk to the treehouse tonight. XO
She tucked the phone away and then took Shinobi by the hand to lead him away. “Warding off teleporters.”
"Good thinking," he said, readily tangling their fingers together again and falling into step smoothly with Vex. "We wouldn't want anybody to be startled, now would we? There's one teleporter in particular who I think would be particularly scandalized to catch us in any of the several variously cozy scenarios I am currently envisioning for us."
“Cozy scenarios,” she repeated with amusement. “And here I was picturing you up against a wall.” She smiled at Shinobi focus completely on him as she ignored any eyes that might be watching them slip away from the party. Vax could squawk judgement later.
"You don't think pinning me up against a wall would be terribly cozy?" Shinobi laughed, leaning into her lightly. "I hope everything's up to code. I can be very excitable, with the right sort of motivation."
“I like your idea of cozy.” She traced her thumb along the inside of his wrist.
If Vex had liked Shinobi's ideas in theory, then he was determined she should find them positively ecstatic in practice. The walk through the woods had not been excessively arduous, nor had the climb up to the tree itself. He'd insisted she precede him up the ladder, both as a nod to propriety--this was, in a fundamental sense, her place, much more so than he would have considered it his--and for reasons far more ignoble. The way her jeans hugged her hips to perfection made for a fairly spectacular view, after all.
Once their feet were properly under them again, Shinobi glanced her way, lips quirking wryly. "It's much less rustic than I imagined," he admitted. "I especially like the abundance of privacy."
The excess of warm blankets and the mat on the floor of the main room was proof Vex spent weekends out here as often as possible. “Percy won out on electric lighting, but I stopped him short of a mechanical roof that opened in summer. There may be a steampunk treehouse next summer.” Vex shrugged her jacket off, tossing it across a bench. She reached for the scarf again, still warm around Shinobi’s neck. This time Vex pulled him all the way in to kiss him.
Any of the clever remarks Shinobi might have made about the prospect of a "steampunk treehouse" died unspoken, as he suddenly found his tongue preoccupied with much more interesting things. He tilted his head into Vex's in invitation, and managed to shrug off his own coat without breaking the kiss, or sending either of them stumbling blindly around the interior. The lighter suit jacket underneath soon followed it, and, while the cold was a touch more noticeable without the benefit of those additional layers, the lack of encumbrance was well worth it. Besides, it was difficult to pay attention to the ambient temperature when he was concentrating on kissing Vex breathless.
Vex slipped her hands down to his belt. She didn’t undo it, but her fingers curled around, giving her another grip to hold him close by. Vex broke the kiss and brushed her lips along his jaw. “Now that you’ve seen the layout, any other thoughts on ‘cosy’ scenarios?”
Humming thoughtfully, Shinobi turned his face into the side of her neck, carefully teasing over the base of her throat with his mouth. "One or two, possibly." His palms slipped underneath Vex's sweater, tracing the subtle contours of her trim waist and coaxing her in the direction of the mat--the most comfortable-looking vertical surface presently in sight. Though he'd have readily settled for uncomfortable, at that point.
She chuckled warmly, taking the hint as she stepped back. Blankets were a good idea. They were safe from wind chill in here, but if she was stripping more layers off it would be nice to pull something over them. And apparently she was getting ahead of herself.
Settling on his knees upon the mat, blankets arrayed around them in a reasonable precaution against the rigors of the season that belied the actual amount of blood in his brain just then, Shinobi tugged Vex down with him. His hands slipped up beneath the hem of her sweater, seeking the familiar warmth of skin-to-skin contact, but venturing no further ... for now. As soon as her mouth was near enough, he angled forward to catch her up in another, distinctly enthusiastic kiss.
Vex tangled her fingers into Shinobi’s hair. She liked the current position, but decided while they were down this far… she pushed Shinobi back into a seated position then climbed into his lap. Her legs wrapped around him. When she met the enthusiasm of his kiss it was a certain amount of friction. Yeah. They’d have no problems keeping warm.
That delicious friction let a new level of urgency to Shinobi's obvious eagerness. As Vex straddled his lap, he withdrew one hand from her side to cradle the back of her neck, gently--but insistently--holding her mouth to his. The other began to wander further up her side, incidentally lifting her sweater to reveal a bit of pale, toned skin to the inclement elements, teasing fingers pausing again as they brushed lightly across a familiar, light, lacy texture. He shifted beneath her to better accommodate her own movements ... and to emphasize pointedly the precise level of his excitement.
Vex grinned against his lips. In the spirit of not getting too excited too fast she broke the kiss and pushed Shinobi’s down against the blanket pile. She rolled her hips, shifting her legs into the most comfortable position around him. She kept him pinned at arms length, both hands flat against his chest. With her hips rocking she clearly wasn’t putting on the breaks.
“You have so many more layers on than the last time I saw you in this position.” Vex’s tone curled with disapproval. “I love the suit, but we need to fix this.”
“I do feel almost tackily overdressed, just this moment," he breathed, fingertips lingering on her skin just a moment more before withdrawing from beneath her sweater and beginning to deftly unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt. A smirk curved one corner of his mouth upward, his seemingly incidental movements syncing perfectly with the rocking of Vex's hips. Only a few layers of incidental fabric lay between the heady promise of their sensual writhing and its potential consummation, and Shinobi was eager to find out just how far their spontaneous rendezvous would take them.
Vex slid her hands down, helping him with the bottom buttons and working to meet him in the middle. She tried to keep an air of control, as if she knew what on earth she was doing. In truth, she didn’t know where she wanted to take this tonight. Oh, there were a few ideas. Mostly she remembered making out with Shinobi in Nolan’s house. The whole encounter was fun. Nothing serious, nothing too far. She wanted that again. Vex’s fingers strayed up to Shinobi’s collarbone, tracing along his bare skin and then down his chest. Mmm. And okay maybe this time she wanted to leave a few marks he wouldn’t forget about tomorrow.
“Better,” she said. In return, Vex tugged up the hem of her sweater, shedding it without concern.
Quickly disentangling himself from both suit jacket and dress shirt, Shinobi ignored the sudden bite of cold winter air and the goosebumps rising over his skin--there were much more interesting things to occupy his attention, just then. "Getting there," he agreed, arms snaking around Vex's waist to draw her in closer. Close enough that his mouth found her shoulder with a playful, if intent, brush of teeth. "But our tastes are much too refined to stop at merely 'better', aren't they?"
She laughed and arched into the bite. “Refined. Not sure that’s the word for it.” Vex lifted her hips, reaching for Shinobi’s belt. “Impatient, maybe?”
Shinobi gave a low, pleased hum. His fingers began toying with the button securing Vex's jeans around her hips, but he made no effort just yet to pop it free. The anticipation was, in many ways, half the fun, after all. "Possibly," he allowed with a huffed breath of a laugh. "But even at our most hormonal teenager, no one could ever call us unrefined, neh?"
“Not with words like that.” Vex leaned down to kiss him again.
He pushed into her, working a digit between her stomach and the top of her jeans. Though Shinobi recognized that his eloquence would be plummeting from that point forward, he could not find it in himself to mind much. He would simply have to find other ways to keep Vex entertained. With that in mind, his free hand began tracing up the arc of her spine lightly, pausing as the texture beneath the pads of his fingers changed from pliant skin to something faintly lacy.
Vex felt a flush rise in her cheeks. This was what she got for skipping liquid courage. Full awareness was a good thing, but it also allowed her to picture a few steps ahead. There was only so far tonight would go, but if she had it her way it would be plenty far enough. A daring start to a new year.
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