closed - you light me up; you take me higher

[witchwoman]

WHO || Myrilandel and Finnick [closed]
WHAT || Date night after Finnick's promotion
WHERE || Myri's room
WHEN || December 10th
HOW || actionspam

[Whenever Finnick arrives, Myri has a few surprises for him. Rather than making reservations or setting something up out on the town, she's utilized the resources in the castle (and may have ordered food at a fancy restaurant and had someone help her retrieve it. Either way, she greets him at the door in a new dress and wearing a big smile.]

Surprise. [She says with a little laugh as she pulls the door open to her room which has been rearranged a bit to accommodate a dinner for two, complete candlelight to set the mood and maybe that chandelier comes on a dimmer switch idk.] I thought we might have a night in, just the two of us.

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[65]

You'd just have to adore the rest of me even more to make up for it. [he leans in close too, mirroring her. the corners of his mouth slide into a grin. it's hard to do anything else around her tbh.]

[witchwoman]

I think I could manage that. Your leg is my least favorite part of you anyway. I much prefer your elbow. [She jokes, giving him a grin. But her look grows a little more serious as a hand reaches out touch his.] Or your fingers. [Hers dance over his, running the length of them slowly.] Your eyes. [She leans closer still.] Your lips. [And she can't resist any longer, pressing her mouth to his. Screw dinner, basically.]

[65]

[dinner was doomed from the moment he walked in the door to myri essentially lighting up candles and playing barry white, lbr. he kisses her deeply, while maneuvering his way around so they're not just ... rolling around in pasta as they make out. (yep, at the same time. he's had a lot of experience in shit like this ... )]

What about my nose? I'd always thought it was a very fine nose. [it's a playful mumble as they eventually pull away to breathe more than anything else. not that she really has a chance to reply before he goes back in, this time softly kissing her neck and working his way down to the curve of her shoulder.]

[witchwoman]

[Any hope at being witty is thrown right out the window when his lips touch her neck. She had fully intended for dinner to be a thing, but sometimes things don't go as planned. Sometimes they are much, much better. Because they involve kissing.

Let's all take a moment to remember that the only part of Myri's life that she can remember involved her moving from town to town, rarely getting to know people on a first name basis, let along having romantic encounters. She's not completely unaware, but it is still not something she's entirely used to.

Her breath hitches as sensations run the length of her spine. Absently, her hand finds his knees, fingers curling to grip into him as best she can.]

[65]

[finnick has done this song and dance with enough girls to interpret that as "take me finnick take me now." that and he wants it for himself, more than anything. he can't remember if there was a time when he was ever with someone and president snow wasn't practically holding him at gunpoint to do it -- maybe there never was. but he's not thinking about any of that now. everything is strictly in the moment. he keeps kissing her, but his hands slide around her, finding their way to the zipper of her dress (does it have one? well it does now) and pulling down on it (dex 10).]

[witchwoman]

[She tenses when he tugs on the zipper. Surely she knew what was happening, but the reality of it is still slightly surprising to her. But she trusts him, so the tension in her muscles only lasts a brief moment before she relaxes back into his skilled hands. As the dress loosens and starts to fall away, she instinctively gathers the fabric, covering herself and pulling away slightly. She stays like that for a moment before standing and looking down at him before letting the garment fall away, gathering in a puddle at her feet. She remains standing, glancing away shyly, suddenly uncertain if she remembers how to move.]

[65]

[he stands with her, then follows suit in peeling off his own clothes. first the jacket, then the shirt, then the pants. it's difficult, but only because it means taking his hands away from her. when he's done, he plants his hands on her hips and moves slowly toward the bed with her in tow -- and pauses.]

Is this okay?

[it's a silly question at this point, but it feels necessary to ask before they take it too far. myri is still something delicate and fragile to him, something he's concerned about breaking.]

[witchwoman]

[It's that sort of silly question that makes her heart fill to bursting whenever she's with him. Myri has never met a more caring, considerate man in all her life- both past and present. She's no stranger to tales of men who take what they want, and to have such a stark contrast in her current reality is more than she could have dreamed.

Instead of responding with words, she leans forward and kisses him again, her hands on his arms as she tugs him the final few steps until they reach the bed. She finally breaks away then, lips turning up in a smile.]

I've wanted this for some time. [She admits, the flush in her cheeks some mixture between modest embarrassment and arousal.] Haven't you thought about it as well?

[65]

Yes! [wow way to sound a little too eager there. tone it down tiger.] Of course.

[when they reach the bed, he swivels so that he's positioned behind it and in front of her.] I was hesitant to make a move, because I didn't want anything to happen to you. [and then, he falls back into the bed, pulling her down with him.]

Because of me.

[witchwoman]

[At his exclamation, she giggles a little. The enthusiasm is welcomed and puts her at ease. She follows his movements, trusting him entirely to guide her beside the bed. She doesn't hesitate or falter in her step. She just moves with him, effortlessly. As she tumbles into bed after him, her body naturally curls against his, fitting neatly beside him, one leg draped over his own.]

I know you would never hurt me. [She props herself up on one elbow, her free hand coming up to his cheek, her thumb running the line of his jaw.] And I promised you all that time ago that I would always return, safe and sound.

[65]

I know. [he leans into her touch, his head tilting towards her. his hands, meanwhile, are making the journey down from her hips to her thighs.] I remembered our promise, but I can't help but worry sometimes.

[because he remembers something else, too. he remembers how hard he had to work to protect the ones he loved, because they were the ones he loved and that meant being a hostage. even though they're the same, signing up for the same missions, the anxiety is like a stain on his memory that won't come out after it's been wrung through the wash.]

[witchwoman]

[Goosbumps raise along the trail his hands are making down her body. Laying here with him like this is new, and the sensations are a little overwhelming. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment and a small approving sound is all she can make in response at first.]

If you must worry, worry that I will be too spoiled by how wonderful you are. And know that for every moment that you wonder if you might be some cause for my pain... that is a moment I know you could never do such a thing. [She kisses him lightly, her hand moving up and fingers threading in his hair. She shifts, keeping her mouth pressed to his while she moves over him, lifting her leg to straddle him.]

[65]

I feel like ... [I LOVE YOU GURL] I just want to protect you.

[welp, myri is about to meet his monster dick and learn why he's a sex god back home.]

[witchwoman]

[Well, since they're both in just their underwear, they're either about to go on an impromptu swim or going to break in her new bed...

She settles her full weight on him, the contact not quite as direct as she would like, since there's still a few articles of clothing in the way, but she's not making her intentions even slightly unclear. She leans forward, her nose touching his and a playful smile creeping over her features.]

Stop protecting me and start kissing me.

[65]

Well, when you put it like that ... [he doesn't waste any time going in for kisses, almost to the point of being a little aggressive about it. he's been waiting a long time for this, ok. yeah sure they've been all physical and makeout-y before, but that was for keeping up appearances. this is ~different~.]

[witchwoman]

[There's a sort of gleeful laugh of approval that comes from her as his lips meet hers. She doesn't mind the aggression, but instead falls into it. She's wanted this for just as long as he has- possibly longer. But that's a competition to debate another day.

Her skin flushes, the temperature rising even further as she presses her torso against his. The contact makes her head swim, leaving her body to move by instinct. Her hips shift, rocking slightly against him. There's a timidness there, because if she's done this before, she certainly doesn't remember it.]

[65]

[ awww yeah. a peripheral thought flashed by: everything was so easy with her. he didn't have to constantly be on guard, to calibrate and recalibrate his every action like he was some fine-tuned socialite machine. she didn't have expectations for him that demanded to be met.

and that was another part of what made this meaningful, in a way. he never (that he could remember) experienced intimacy with someone that was of his own choosing. she wasn't using him like some kind of sick wish-fulfillment, nailing a victor like it was some kind of trophy to be acquired.

that aside, his experience makes him a bit intuitive. he doesn't mind the timidness, it just makes him go a little slower than he might with someone else. still kissing her, his hands wander down her body and stop at her hips. upon reaching her underwear, he uses one hand to push the material aside, letting her movement help him along.]

[witchwoman]

[His sure hands put her further at ease. She trusts him, and the way he moves with confidence tells her that she has every reason to do so. As his hands move down her body, a goosebumps rise to follow the trail, causing her to shudder slightly. She breaks their kiss and gasps lightly when she feels one hand pushing down the last of her undergarments, not in protest, but a sort of anticipation.

She doesn't move a hand to help him, enjoying the way he's taking the time to remove the last of her clothing. Instead, she presses forward again, this time her mouth pressing against his jaw and working down to his neck. It's partially instinct and partially the influence of movies and television that she's watched since arriving. She wants him to feel as good as she does, to know how much she cares for him and how much he means to her.]

[65]

[ wtf are these sex rolls: str 8, dex 10, con 11, wis 11, cha 14. damn africa what happened??? no really though. he just loves her so much that it freaks him out and brings out the awkward high schooler (that he never had a chance to be) in him. at least he's still charming enough to make up for it? while she's working down his neck, he loses the ability to mentally function — which is why it takes a minute for him to get his own underwear off. but it's ok, because by then he's pretty much good to go. with his face buried into her neck, he pushes into her slowly and jerks at a slow, steady rhythm. ]

[witchwoman]

[str 19, dex 6, con 14, wis nat20 (24 total), cha 13

To be fair, most of Finnick's rolls are 10+ which means he's doing an average job. And Myri doesn't have a lot of experience, so she thinks this is all just GREAT. Her movements are clumsy as she tries to move with him while he removes the last of his own clothing and hopefully put on a condom and slid into her. She cries out, hands grabbing hold of his shoulders. Her nails dig in, gripping harder than she realizes as her hips shift on their own volition and slam to meet his (no seriously. that strength roll...). The movements are uneven, completely by instinct, but somehow, she manages to know the way he wants her to move.]

five long yurrs later

[65]

[it's great ...... but is it fifty shades of grey great?? IS IT??????? (also yes he did remember a condom. he was a professional, ok.)

AND THEN THEY WENT TO PLEASURETOWN

annnnnd then they enjoyed the warm afterglow together. snuggled against each other all kawaii-like.

such great heights - iron and wine ]

Was that all right? [he doesn't usually feel the need to ask this but it's myri and he doesn't want to leave her feeling disappointed ... .o. ]

w/e worth the wait

[witchwoman]

[Myri curled herself against him, head resting against his shoulder and tilted up to him.]

Hm? [The question has to make its way through her happy fog. Once she realizes it, she half-raises and can't help a small laugh.] More than just alright. Finnick, that was wonderful.