[milliways] Lost for you, I'm so lost for you

[dejah_thoris]

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'More private' to her right now simply means away from people.  She takes his hand and leads him into the shadows, moving down the beach away from the music and the flickering light of the bonfire.  The white sand beach is flat here, gently sloping down to the waterline.  The quiet envelopes them, the susurration of the waves the only sound save for the occasional distant laughter.

Her blood still sings with the heat of his kiss, her breath ragged and shallow even as she attempts to calm herself.  She can feel him, deeper now than ever before.  If she is like fire to him, then he is red hot metal, radiating strength and something more.  Something raw.  Powerful.  She's almost afraid to look too closely, terrified she'll see what she wants to see and not the truth.

But this doesn't feel like simple lust to her.  They've skirted around that for months now.  But this is different.  This feels real.

"Curtis..."  So many words crowd up behind her teeth, catching in the back of her throat.  She glances at him, watching the distant firelight catch in his eyelashes.  When she speaks, all that comes out is,

"I love you."

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[2goodarms]

Curtis sighs, long and low, as she reflects the heat back at him. It rolls over him in slow, languid waves; he closes his eyes, throat vibrating with a subaudible hum, and traces a spiral over her back.

"Why stop at my chest?" he murmurs. "Or yours. Both of ours. Let it go lower than that." His lazy smile takes on a more wicked curve. "It's a big mess. You're gonna have to be real...thorough to clean it all up. Could take hours, y'know?"

[dejah_thoris]

Her face crumples as the images form in her mind, and she answers with a quiet little moan. Her hands fist in his robe. Dejah has a particularly vivid imagination and there's a sharp throb of desire at the very thought.

"Oh yes, that -- I want that. I want to taste you, want -- you to do the same. Goddess..." A laugh shimmers up, tinted with shyness and the sense that she's crossing a line of propriety here, but she keeps going, her voice thick and low. "I want to spend hours just exploring you, every single inch of you."

[2goodarms]

Jesus. The sound hits him like he just gulped down another glass of champagne; his head swims harder, his blood rushing hot as goosebumps ripple up his arms. Curtis turns his head, lightly pressing his nose at the crease of her hip, breathing in slow and deep.

Propriety, nothing. If he wasn't so wasted he'd start the exploring right now.

"A whole day up here," he whispers. "Just us and the bed. No fancy clothes."

[dejah_thoris]

He has her at a distinct advantage, seated like this, and she can't help but think that's a good thing.

"Just a day?" It's easier like this; her inhibitions wash away under the rolling waves of heat. She shudders, another breathless laugh rising in her throat. Quiet as they are, the words spill out of her.

"We'd have to start with a nice, long soak in the bath. And again, after. To make sure I didn't miss anything. And then I'd double check, just to be sure. It could take a whole week"

[2goodarms]

"Mmm." She can feel his hum against her thigh; Curtis tips his head back, gently nuzzling her belly. "Yeah. Take your time. Much as you need."

He's almost sad he can't hear her thoughts anymore. All the details of what she's thinking; all the pictures that vivid imagination conjures up. Good thing the Voice is there to pick up some of the slack.

[dejah_thoris]

She can feel the lick of curiosity in his thoughts, and echoes it back to him, the longing to connect in a deeper way. She sets her hot chocolate aside so she can wrap her arms around his head, her head bent, her body curled around him as best she can manage. His breath against her belly makes her skin sing, draws another moan up from deep in her chest.

"You say that now," she drawls. Her hand slips under his robe and rests against his bare chest, trembling a little. "More reasons to train and get your wind up."

[2goodarms]

His breath catches. He arches into the touch, just a little, just enough to feel how much the hot mug has warmed Dejah's hand.

"Gonna start first thing tomorrow," he promises with a low chuckle, then stretches up further to kiss her, soft and lingering and thorough.

[dejah_thoris]

It's possibly the most awkward angle to try to kiss someone and she loves it, beaming as the sound of his laughter washes over her. She keeps kissing him as she slip slides her way down to one hip, keeps kissing him until she's resting on his chest again.

"You are going to have such a headache in the morning," she whispers, grinning against his lips.

[2goodarms]

The spell breaks: Curtis dissolves into a fresh round of quiet giggles. "But," he declares, managing to lift a finger, "worth it. So worth it. And if you have a headache too we can keep each other company."

After a couple of tries, he settles a hand on her hair, carefully running his fingers through it.

[dejah_thoris]

It's impossible not to share in his laughter, even as she turns her head into his touch. It might be her turn to press against his hand like a cat, right down to the purr in the back of her throat.

"Absolutely. On both counts."

[2goodarms]

His smile grows as he keeps mussing her hair, gently scratching his fingertips down along her scalp.

And then a yawn catches him by surprise. He realizes at the last second that he should probably cover his mouth or something, but whatever. It's Dejah. She won't mind. He'll just let it run its (rather expansive) course.

[dejah_thoris]

"Aww," she murmurs, dropping her head to his shoulder. Undiluted joy fills her every word. "Are we sleeping here on the floor? Or do you want to try to make it to the bed?"

[2goodarms]

Curtis beams, sleepily. "'M okay with the floor," he says. "The bed's so soft. But -- you're comfy on the bed, it's probably gonna be better for you. And soft's okay. I can deal with soft."

That seems to be a vote for the bed. Maybe.

[dejah_thoris]

"It's soft and warm," she whispers against the shell of his ear. "And there are pillows and we can draw the shades, so the morning sun doesn't wake us too early."

She backs up her vote by nibbling on his earlobe.

[2goodarms]

Another ghost of a whimper catches in his throat.

Right. Bed. They were talking about beds. Sleeping in beds. Just...sleeping.

"Pillows're nice," he mumbles in contented agreement. "...Help me up?"

[dejah_thoris]

She takes her time, nuzzling his cheek, pulling back enough to give him a soft kiss.

"Come on," she breathes, rising. She moves to sit up, perhaps a bit wobbly still, but trying desperately to move with some semblance of elegance.

She stumbles as she gets to her feet, and lets him catch her, dissolving into a new round of giggles.

[2goodarms]

"Oh shit oh shit -- !"

Curtis can barely stay upright by himself, let alone while he's supporting somebody else. He catches Dejah...for about half a second. Then he's stumbling backward and just barely manages to get them aimed for the couch before he topples over entirely.

They bounce a little as they hit the cushions.

Curtis cracks up. Somewhere under the laughter are a few muffled "sorry!"s.

[dejah_thoris]

She lands with a squawk and another round of giggles takes hold. She's somehow managed to land half in his lap and she can't help herself. This is perfectly ridiculous and ridiculously perfect.

Dejah laughs so hard, tears run down her cheeks. Holding onto him, her head falls back and she gasps for breath, her entire body shaking with it.

[2goodarms]

"Oh my god -- "

The words squeeze out between Curtis's hysterical laughter, pressed so thin they're almost squeaking.

"Oh god I'm so sorry, I'm so drunk -- " He can barely hold onto Dejah, he's laughing so hard. This is terrible. This is great. To no one, he demands, "How'm I this drunk? I only had three glasses of that shit!"

[dejah_thoris]

"I dunno! I dunno!" She can't really speak, each gasp for breath coming between waves of giggles. She shakes her head, hands fumbling to right herself, grabbing fistfuls of his robe. She only had -- she has no idea how much she's had to drink. Worse, she doesn't care.

She tries to wipe her eyes and gives up, just burying her nose against his throat, trying to smother the giggles. "I can't..."

*HICCUP*

"Oh shit."

[2goodarms]

Oh no.

Curtis can hardly catch his breath by now, he's laughing so hard. He can't even hold his head up -- he's leaning it on the back of the couch, cackling uncontrollably.

"You're drunker than I am," he sing-songs.

(Lies. But hilarious lies.)

[dejah_thoris]

*HIC*

"I am not!" She follows him back, helplessly, hopelessly wracked with laughter

*HIC*

"DAMN IT! She balls up her fist and gives him a weak punch in the arm.

*HIC*

[2goodarms]

Curtis drops his metal hand over his eyes, still caught in unstoppable giggles.

But when you can hardly breathe for laughing, you're drunk off your ass for the first time in almost two decades, and you just teased your girlfriend about it --

Hic.

The inevitable happens.

"Fuck!"

[dejah_thoris]

Dejah rears back and crows with laughter. He's never heard her laugh so loud or so long.

"See?!" *HIC*

She covers her mouth with both hands and looks at him with wide eyes.

*mmmk*

[2goodarms]

Uh-oh.

Curtis blinks, with muzzy concern, as some of the laughter finally eases off. "You okay, babe?"

(Hic.)