[ This was supposed to be a perfectly innocent date, out in the springtime, basking in the pleasantly cool weather and under the warm sunshine, maybe toss a ball around or feed some ducks. At least, that was the plan.
But things never really go according to plan, and really, how can it when the players in question are young adults who are recklessly in love, and seem to be positively allergic to keeping their hands off each other? They've skirted the whole exhibitionism thing frequently -- Noctis has discovered that he has a taste for it, and so does Serah; sweetly innocent, incredibly sexy, and blessedly adventurous when it comes to sex. He's lost track of just how many places they've had sex in, quickies in dressing rooms, the occasional bathroom, and one memorable time in a movie theater (that had taken some creative maneuvering).
But not here. Not right out here in the open, when Serah's right here on his lap, gorgeous and stunning and wearing his jacket with her knees straddling either side of him, her mouth like sin, hungry and wanting and setting all of Noctis' desires alight.
He's hard in his jeans, pressing up against her, and he's sparing a glance at the other couples, who are thankfully wrapped up in their other halves all around them. Small blessings, he thinks giddily, his hand sliding between them, intending to tease, to draw it out. What he feels, however, is not the fabric of her underwear, not the lace she favors -- ]
Serah.
[ He says, surprised, strained, and definitely turned on. His thumb brushes against her, rubs up against the bud of her clit underneath her skirt, and his breath catches. He's leaning forward then, surprise becoming pleasure becoming mischief, and he whispers in her ear. ] You're already this wet for me?
shit i love this!
But things never really go according to plan, and really, how can it when the players in question are young adults who are recklessly in love, and seem to be positively allergic to keeping their hands off each other? They've skirted the whole exhibitionism thing frequently -- Noctis has discovered that he has a taste for it, and so does Serah; sweetly innocent, incredibly sexy, and blessedly adventurous when it comes to sex. He's lost track of just how many places they've had sex in, quickies in dressing rooms, the occasional bathroom, and one memorable time in a movie theater (that had taken some creative maneuvering).
But not here. Not right out here in the open, when Serah's right here on his lap, gorgeous and stunning and wearing his jacket with her knees straddling either side of him, her mouth like sin, hungry and wanting and setting all of Noctis' desires alight.
He's hard in his jeans, pressing up against her, and he's sparing a glance at the other couples, who are thankfully wrapped up in their other halves all around them. Small blessings, he thinks giddily, his hand sliding between them, intending to tease, to draw it out. What he feels, however, is not the fabric of her underwear, not the lace she favors -- ]
Serah.
[ He says, surprised, strained, and definitely turned on. His thumb brushes against her, rubs up against the bud of her clit underneath her skirt, and his breath catches. He's leaning forward then, surprise becoming pleasure becoming mischief, and he whispers in her ear. ] You're already this wet for me?