[ Poe barely has the time to appreciate the view in front of him, let alone to stop staring and actually touch her before she's dragging him back in, a noticeable shiver skimming across her skin. It is cool in the apartment, less so than the frigid air outside, but enough to send a chill through someone who's far more used to the dry desert heat. He remembers what it was like to adjust to much lower temperatures after growing up on a very warm, humid planet himself, though that was a very long time ago. He's been through a lot of much colder places since then.
As soon as she's pulling at him though his hands are already sliding smoothly across the bared skin of her back, a trail of warmth to chase the shivers along her spine, and the kisses that he drops along her shoulder are even warmer. He's not feeling cold at all, in fact he's feeling hot enough that stripping out of his shirt isn't a chill in the slightest, taking away another barrier between them so that her hands will settle on heated skin instead. Of course it's not all about the temperature, he's also driven by an irresistable desire to feel her without any of their clothes getting in the way.
Practically any room would be warmer than this. They could move. And maybe he will, but not right now. He's busy reclaiming her mouth with his own for more searing kisses, muffling a quiet groan into it at the feeling of her soft, naked curves pressing into him. Every sound she makes and determined push to take more, as much as he'll give her, pulls them deeper in, and at this point he's given up fighting it. Which is why he's dropping his hands to help work her out of her trousers as well. ]
So no questions, is that how we're doing this?
[ It's half a tease, muttered in between kisses, because obviously that itself is a question, but she can't expect him not to tease a little. And he really does have trouble keeping his mouth shut, even if all he's uttering are praises or curses, often with the same meaning behind them. ]
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As soon as she's pulling at him though his hands are already sliding smoothly across the bared skin of her back, a trail of warmth to chase the shivers along her spine, and the kisses that he drops along her shoulder are even warmer. He's not feeling cold at all, in fact he's feeling hot enough that stripping out of his shirt isn't a chill in the slightest, taking away another barrier between them so that her hands will settle on heated skin instead. Of course it's not all about the temperature, he's also driven by an irresistable desire to feel her without any of their clothes getting in the way.
Practically any room would be warmer than this. They could move. And maybe he will, but not right now. He's busy reclaiming her mouth with his own for more searing kisses, muffling a quiet groan into it at the feeling of her soft, naked curves pressing into him. Every sound she makes and determined push to take more, as much as he'll give her, pulls them deeper in, and at this point he's given up fighting it. Which is why he's dropping his hands to help work her out of her trousers as well. ]
So no questions, is that how we're doing this?
[ It's half a tease, muttered in between kisses, because obviously that itself is a question, but she can't expect him not to tease a little. And he really does have trouble keeping his mouth shut, even if all he's uttering are praises or curses, often with the same meaning behind them. ]