A thousand things were going through his mind as he prepared to make love to Nova. That's an interesting term, he thought and threw it on the pile of other thoughts. Kyle ran his tongue across her chest to the other neglected breast and he winced as she dug her nails into his skin. He brought his hands up and massaged her breasts, savagely grinding into her with his hips.
Speaking of hips, the gloriously painful reminder of the inevitable pulled him away from beautiful chest and he pulled himself up to look at Nova. For a few moments he just looked at her, how soft her features were, the curl of her hair. He looked deep into her eyes. How much did she actually want him? For now or just until the clan was done with him? Kyle wanted the answers to these questions but knew he might not get them. But right then, at that moment, he wanted Nova and he could see...feel that she wanted him just as much.
Kyle reached down and picked Nova's thigh up, pulling it up onto his back and then he positioned himself at her apex. He gave her a final look, deep in her eyes, her mouth, her lips and he slid into her slowly. Resting his forehead against hers, the sensation of him penetrating her was overwhelming. He pushed deep into her, moaning Nova's name softly.
Tux's, chiffon and reporters...
Simon sat with his hands in his pockets as he watched Carol fuss with the ankle strap of her shoe. He should've known she'd trap him into watching her dress for this charity ball...thing. Not that he minded, really, considering all she was wearing were the ankle strap shoes.
Simon smiled.
Carol held up two dresses, switching them back and forth in front of her.
Simon frowned.
'They're both nice.' Wrong answer #1.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Nova
18 years ago
Nova writhed contentedly under Kyle, pushing up against the pressure of his hands, and made a comfortable sort of purring noise that sharpened to a satisfied growl when he moved hard against her. She slid her hands down his back, keeping her nails out of the equation for the time being to enjoy the shape of firm muscles under her hands.
Her smile was slow, almost lazy, as she met his gaze, challenge in her eyes, as though she were fully dressed and looking at him from across the room even though they both knew that Kyle had her, at least in this moment.
Her lips parted and anticipation flooded her body when Kyle, with surprising care, moved her leg over his shoulder, and it was all she could do not to close her eyes, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to look away now. And then he was sliding into her with aching slowness and she caved, her eyes fluttering shut of their own accord, but she felt she was allowed that moment of indulgent weakness because –holy fuck- that felt amazing.
Between that somewhat unnerving stare and hearing her own name in her ears, Nova was beginning to feel a little shaky and that just wouldn’t do. She did, however, wrap one hand almost gently around the back of his neck while the other slid down lower to splay across the small of his back. Her fangs were too elongated to be comfortable without keeping her lips just slightly parted, and she licked first the top, then the bottom before pushing down on Kyle’s back and up with her hips, exhaling unsteadily at the sensation. She made a sound that was half pleasured moan, half chuckle, and tilted her head to one side to murmur in Kyle’s ear.
“Fuck, Evans, I think this is the most civilized we’ve ever been.”
Chuckling again and giving the crook of Kyle’s neck a little nuzzle, she pushed against him harder and trailed off with a pleasured hum before tilting her head back, finding his neck a little too tempting of a place to let her mouth rest for long.
Her smile was slow, almost lazy, as she met his gaze, challenge in her eyes, as though she were fully dressed and looking at him from across the room even though they both knew that Kyle had her, at least in this moment.
Her lips parted and anticipation flooded her body when Kyle, with surprising care, moved her leg over his shoulder, and it was all she could do not to close her eyes, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to look away now. And then he was sliding into her with aching slowness and she caved, her eyes fluttering shut of their own accord, but she felt she was allowed that moment of indulgent weakness because –holy fuck- that felt amazing.
Between that somewhat unnerving stare and hearing her own name in her ears, Nova was beginning to feel a little shaky and that just wouldn’t do. She did, however, wrap one hand almost gently around the back of his neck while the other slid down lower to splay across the small of his back. Her fangs were too elongated to be comfortable without keeping her lips just slightly parted, and she licked first the top, then the bottom before pushing down on Kyle’s back and up with her hips, exhaling unsteadily at the sensation. She made a sound that was half pleasured moan, half chuckle, and tilted her head to one side to murmur in Kyle’s ear.
“Fuck, Evans, I think this is the most civilized we’ve ever been.”
Chuckling again and giving the crook of Kyle’s neck a little nuzzle, she pushed against him harder and trailed off with a pleasured hum before tilting her head back, finding his neck a little too tempting of a place to let her mouth rest for long.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle gritted his teeth, feeling her body respond to his. The pressure, the tightness of her forced his eyes shut as started to rock back and forth into her. His eyes flew open as she purred into his ear, remarking on their civilized behavior as of late and it made him grin. He whispered back.
'Well we'll have to fix that then.'
He tucked his arm underneath her and grabbed onto her shoulder and he pushed roughly into her, his hand pushing her down for added effect. There will be nothing soft and sweet about this. He wanted her, all of her and he planned on taking her all in, as much as he could. Grinding hard into her, his picked up the rhythm and he let out small moans as he gripped the bed sheet with his other hand. Kyle looked down into her face as he fucked her as hard as he could, knowing this is the way she'd like it, responding to her body as his ached on top of hers.
'Is this how you wa-...,' Kyle lost his breath, caught up in a wave of sensation as he felt his groin give that tell tale tingle, 'want it, Nova?' He demanded in her ear, moving faster now in her. She kept grazing her teeth against the skin on his neck, sending him into a hyper fury of thrusts. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to bite him or if she would without his consent...part of him still hadn't made the connection yet of what she actually was, but deeper down, in the dark recesses of what made Kyle Evans the man he was...he wanted her to bite him. The residual feeling alone from having Simon feed from him in those desperate few moments at the warehouse fire still floated in his mind. He'd never forget that euphoria of being bitten. But now, knowing that in the middle of their love making, if Nova bit him now, he'd be lost...and he thought that was just fine.
'Tell me Nova,' he grunted in her ear as he squeezed her with the arm that was underneath her. Kyle kissed her deeply just then, his teeth biting at her lips. There was absolutely nothing separating them now, just the warmth of the bed and the heat from their bodies. Again he whispered hoarsely against her lips as his fingers found a fistful of her hair.
'Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Nova.'
'Well we'll have to fix that then.'
He tucked his arm underneath her and grabbed onto her shoulder and he pushed roughly into her, his hand pushing her down for added effect. There will be nothing soft and sweet about this. He wanted her, all of her and he planned on taking her all in, as much as he could. Grinding hard into her, his picked up the rhythm and he let out small moans as he gripped the bed sheet with his other hand. Kyle looked down into her face as he fucked her as hard as he could, knowing this is the way she'd like it, responding to her body as his ached on top of hers.
'Is this how you wa-...,' Kyle lost his breath, caught up in a wave of sensation as he felt his groin give that tell tale tingle, 'want it, Nova?' He demanded in her ear, moving faster now in her. She kept grazing her teeth against the skin on his neck, sending him into a hyper fury of thrusts. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to bite him or if she would without his consent...part of him still hadn't made the connection yet of what she actually was, but deeper down, in the dark recesses of what made Kyle Evans the man he was...he wanted her to bite him. The residual feeling alone from having Simon feed from him in those desperate few moments at the warehouse fire still floated in his mind. He'd never forget that euphoria of being bitten. But now, knowing that in the middle of their love making, if Nova bit him now, he'd be lost...and he thought that was just fine.
'Tell me Nova,' he grunted in her ear as he squeezed her with the arm that was underneath her. Kyle kissed her deeply just then, his teeth biting at her lips. There was absolutely nothing separating them now, just the warmth of the bed and the heat from their bodies. Again he whispered hoarsely against her lips as his fingers found a fistful of her hair.
'Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Nova.'
Nova
18 years ago
Nova gave another rumbling laugh at Kyle’s promise to amend their civilized ways that broke into a low moan when he delivered.
And how.
She pushed back against the offered resistance with hips and shoulders, her fangs a throbbing and pleasantly painful reminder of the limits here, enough to keep her aware even as her eyes fell closed in pleasure.
She gasped when Kyle increased his pace, his tone sounding almost demanding, urgent and thrilling and incredibly naughty.
“Fuck yes this is how I want it…”
She smiled in almost smug satisfaction when Kyle’s hand found its way to her hair, pulling up and relishing the slow relentless sting of it, the sharpness in the midst of crushing pressure and muscles moving against each other. For a moment she was too lost to that mingle of pain and pleasure to respond, though she nearly laughed with something like joy when she realized she wasn’t going to have to give an exasperated sigh and shove him off her with a roughly spoken ‘god, just let me do it then’. No, Kyle Evans seemed to know the score.
“Damn, just…harder…God, Evans…”
Realizing she wasn’t exactly at her most eloquent, she raised her hips hard against him and tightened her grip on his back, her nails raking skin, making a low keening sort of sound in the back of her throat, needy and wanting just…a little…more…
“…don’t stop Kyle…”
The words were breathless but she imagined he could guess what she meant, beyond the obvious of course, as her thigh muscles went tight as bowstrings and fuck, just one more push and she was there, slamming into climax with her hair fisted in Kyle’s hand and his body hard against hers, black spots from too much ragged breathing dancing in her vision.
/ooc geez, didn't think Nova got this happy unless she was driving her car
And how.
She pushed back against the offered resistance with hips and shoulders, her fangs a throbbing and pleasantly painful reminder of the limits here, enough to keep her aware even as her eyes fell closed in pleasure.
She gasped when Kyle increased his pace, his tone sounding almost demanding, urgent and thrilling and incredibly naughty.
“Fuck yes this is how I want it…”
She smiled in almost smug satisfaction when Kyle’s hand found its way to her hair, pulling up and relishing the slow relentless sting of it, the sharpness in the midst of crushing pressure and muscles moving against each other. For a moment she was too lost to that mingle of pain and pleasure to respond, though she nearly laughed with something like joy when she realized she wasn’t going to have to give an exasperated sigh and shove him off her with a roughly spoken ‘god, just let me do it then’. No, Kyle Evans seemed to know the score.
“Damn, just…harder…God, Evans…”
Realizing she wasn’t exactly at her most eloquent, she raised her hips hard against him and tightened her grip on his back, her nails raking skin, making a low keening sort of sound in the back of her throat, needy and wanting just…a little…more…
“…don’t stop Kyle…”
The words were breathless but she imagined he could guess what she meant, beyond the obvious of course, as her thigh muscles went tight as bowstrings and fuck, just one more push and she was there, slamming into climax with her hair fisted in Kyle’s hand and his body hard against hers, black spots from too much ragged breathing dancing in her vision.
/ooc geez, didn't think Nova got this happy unless she was driving her car
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
He felt her body tense and Kyle continued his hard thrusts into her. Finally as she climax, he slowed his pace a little, nuzzling her neck. He moved slowly on top of her and he dragged his lips up her neck and around the side of her face, along her cheek. He eased her back down in almost a lazy pace, kissing her, his tongue exploring hers.
He started to pick up the rhythm again and soon he was thrusting hard into Nova, gripping at the bed sheets. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulder and roughly whispered into her ear.
'Turn over.'
Leaning on his side, he ran his hand down Nova's back, feeling her soft brown skin. He softly bit her shoulder and neck as he slid in between her legs and entered her again and not too softly. He immediately started to thrust hard into her, gripping her hip with his right hand as left hand met hers. He palmed the back of her hand, entwining his fingers and he flexed as he pushed hard up into her.
The change in position intensified the friction and he bit hard down onto her shoulder as the pull inside him tightened. Kyle moaned her name, over and over again and then he pushed back onto his knees and pulled at her hips.
There was nothing soft about his handling, nothing gentle. He grabbed her roughly, diggin his nails into her hips. Thrusting as hard as he could, he could barely catch his breath as felt that recognizable tug.
'Nova...god...,' Kyle started to pound her, pushing as hard as he could as he gripped Nova's hips and fell over the edge, climaxing. His moans were feral and low. Moaning her name, pleading with some unnamed god, he felt himself go, feeling more and more dizzy with the intense pleasure. He could feel the sweat on his back and on the sides of his face. Kyle was cold yet burning up at the same time.
As he slowed his pace, he fell forward onto Nova, being careful not to crush her under his dead tired weight. He moved her hair out of her face and kissed her neck gently.
He started to pick up the rhythm again and soon he was thrusting hard into Nova, gripping at the bed sheets. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulder and roughly whispered into her ear.
'Turn over.'
Leaning on his side, he ran his hand down Nova's back, feeling her soft brown skin. He softly bit her shoulder and neck as he slid in between her legs and entered her again and not too softly. He immediately started to thrust hard into her, gripping her hip with his right hand as left hand met hers. He palmed the back of her hand, entwining his fingers and he flexed as he pushed hard up into her.
The change in position intensified the friction and he bit hard down onto her shoulder as the pull inside him tightened. Kyle moaned her name, over and over again and then he pushed back onto his knees and pulled at her hips.
There was nothing soft about his handling, nothing gentle. He grabbed her roughly, diggin his nails into her hips. Thrusting as hard as he could, he could barely catch his breath as felt that recognizable tug.
'Nova...god...,' Kyle started to pound her, pushing as hard as he could as he gripped Nova's hips and fell over the edge, climaxing. His moans were feral and low. Moaning her name, pleading with some unnamed god, he felt himself go, feeling more and more dizzy with the intense pleasure. He could feel the sweat on his back and on the sides of his face. Kyle was cold yet burning up at the same time.
As he slowed his pace, he fell forward onto Nova, being careful not to crush her under his dead tired weight. He moved her hair out of her face and kissed her neck gently.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova growled happily, shuddering with little aftershocks as Kyle kissed and touched her, but pushed her hips hard into his before she could get too comfortable, not wanting to lose steam. Kyle didn’t seem interested in chilling out either, which certainly worked for her, though she did give a mental grunt when he gave his order, hands already pushing her to comply.
She looked up at him, her cocky grin in place, eyebrows raised in amusement. Well well well, look who’s telling me what to do. Wanting to see more of this side of Kyle, she gave him a positively insolent leer before complying, leisurely in spite of the urgency the situation really demanded.
The bite to the back of her shoulder sent a shock through already oversensitive nerves and she cursed loudly, exuberantly, as he entered her again, the calm from her orgasm melting into a boisterous sort of energy that might have made her laugh for its own sake, a giddy sort of ‘I just broke 180 mph’ laugh, if not for the fact that things were getting a little too intense to waste air on such things.
She did, however, give a breathy sort of ‘-God-, Evans’, or some approximation of that, surprised by the low husky sound of her voice that sounded so unlike her, when he lifted her hips to him and picked up the pace even more. She scrambled somewhat gracelessly to balance one hand on the mattress, the other gripping the headboard to offer something more solid to push back on, and this time she did laugh, a sharp, single laugh, because hell, it had been a while since she had really had to be concerned with trying to keep up.
It had also been a while since the last time she had been so…interested, she supposed, was the word…in just how ‘the boy’ got off. Those little sounds that she could almost but not quite make out brought a smile to her face that was hardly smug at all, really, was mostly affectionate, and her face stayed that way as Kyle half collapsed on top of her.
Relishing those few minutes of feeling completely subdued, the good weight of Kyle, the kiss to the back of her neck sending a final chill through her, Nova tried to put her brain back in gear and not fall asleep, considering they probably didn’t have much time left to get ready and so soon after her shower she’d done and got all dirty again.
She gave him a half hearted nudge, muttering half into the pillow.
“Merf. Off. Shower.”
She could have ungraciously shoved him off, vampire strength being what it was, but she still had that comfortable lazy feeling and anyway it seemed like kind of a mean thing to do.
She looked up at him, her cocky grin in place, eyebrows raised in amusement. Well well well, look who’s telling me what to do. Wanting to see more of this side of Kyle, she gave him a positively insolent leer before complying, leisurely in spite of the urgency the situation really demanded.
The bite to the back of her shoulder sent a shock through already oversensitive nerves and she cursed loudly, exuberantly, as he entered her again, the calm from her orgasm melting into a boisterous sort of energy that might have made her laugh for its own sake, a giddy sort of ‘I just broke 180 mph’ laugh, if not for the fact that things were getting a little too intense to waste air on such things.
She did, however, give a breathy sort of ‘-God-, Evans’, or some approximation of that, surprised by the low husky sound of her voice that sounded so unlike her, when he lifted her hips to him and picked up the pace even more. She scrambled somewhat gracelessly to balance one hand on the mattress, the other gripping the headboard to offer something more solid to push back on, and this time she did laugh, a sharp, single laugh, because hell, it had been a while since she had really had to be concerned with trying to keep up.
It had also been a while since the last time she had been so…interested, she supposed, was the word…in just how ‘the boy’ got off. Those little sounds that she could almost but not quite make out brought a smile to her face that was hardly smug at all, really, was mostly affectionate, and her face stayed that way as Kyle half collapsed on top of her.
Relishing those few minutes of feeling completely subdued, the good weight of Kyle, the kiss to the back of her neck sending a final chill through her, Nova tried to put her brain back in gear and not fall asleep, considering they probably didn’t have much time left to get ready and so soon after her shower she’d done and got all dirty again.
She gave him a half hearted nudge, muttering half into the pillow.
“Merf. Off. Shower.”
She could have ungraciously shoved him off, vampire strength being what it was, but she still had that comfortable lazy feeling and anyway it seemed like kind of a mean thing to do.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle gave her a sleepy 'mmphf' and rolled off Nova. 'Yeah we're all dirty again.' He paused for a moment, thinking deeply. Looking back at her he leaned in close and whispered near her neck.
'We should take a shower.' Then he gave her a rather hearty smack on the ass and got off the bed.
Pulling on Nova's arm, he dragged her off the bed and walked her into the shower.
'Don't be hogging the water either, woman.'
((OOC - kyle and nova out))
'We should take a shower.' Then he gave her a rather hearty smack on the ass and got off the bed.
Pulling on Nova's arm, he dragged her off the bed and walked her into the shower.
'Don't be hogging the water either, woman.'
((OOC - kyle and nova out))