Pixie & Tommy // skype rp part 1/???
// oh, so, maybe i need to start out by telling you that e-anomaly's Tom is Alt's mainverse (stated before but shut because i love saying it). This is part of the RP we got to do tonight. I know it starts at a weird place, and it's not finished... but time zones are the worst. i just wanted to show relationship development. Tom calls Alt "Pixie"... and I crey every time.
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He laughs, running a hand through her hair. "It is lovely, Pixie. As are you. Now /tell/ me you've packed... Because the limo is here."
"I did. I packed. I am actually prepared." Alt turned and flourished her hands over the large suitcase... most likely meant for more than just a weekend trip.
Tom stared and began to giggle. "Three days darling, but we could make it a week. Depends on if you get sick of me or not."
"I don't think, after ten years, that I can get sick of you."Alt pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek, "Our chariot, sir."
Tom whispered in her ear as he ushered her into the back of the limousine, simultaneously tipping the driver. "Are you ready, Alternate?"
She flushed with colour, shooting him a confident glance, before she slipped into the limo and watched the driver lug their things to the trunk. "Are you, Thomas?"
Fingers trailed over her arm as she moved past him. "Very." The door shut after him, soon bidding good day to the driver, who raised the privacy panel and turned up the radio, loud enough to cover anything going in behind him.
The limo eased onto the road and soon they were alone. He held out his arms to her. "Up onto my lap, darling."
Alt laughed without parting her lips, as she eased onto his long legs, purposely straddling him so that her dress rose higher on her thighs, and her arms draped over his shoulders. She smiled at him, wiggling a bit, trying to adjust without over thinking of what she /could/ do on his lap.
"Here I am."
He pressed up to her body with his, fingers running beneath the dress and onto her rear. "Here you are."
She unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt and kissed, a wet, warm, kiss to the exposed skin. "In the back seat."
His own lips found her cheek, sweeping her hair out of the way. "Where do you want my hands, Pixie?"
"I think you know, Tommy. Everywhere." Alt hummed to his lips on her cheek and instantly tilted into it, wanting to feel his lips more.
Hand upon her rear cupped and squeezed, while the other began to stroke her thigh. His lips parted, tongue snaking out to graze her. "Kiss me."
She placed both hands on either side of his face and slanted her lips over his thin ones, slow... Very slow. Though, it didn't take her long to gradually increase her hunger for him, as she passed her tongue between his teeth and tasted him, hands moving down so that she might bite his chest with her nails just barely.
Tom hummed against her and began to kiss her with abandon, deeper and thoroughly than ever. The hand at her thigh moved to her one thigh and he pulled away just enough to question her silently.
Whatever he had in mind, Alt was ready to let it happen. Her face was straight, though a smile peeking out,as she nodded and hovered her lips over his in an unspoken need for him to do what he wanted.
He pulled her onto one knee, his other for spreading her legs wide enough to place his hand between her thighs, cupping her arousal gently. "I'll go slow. And you tell me if you want me to stop."
The fingers stroked up and down her body, reading get while he groaned, lips finding hers
She shuddered feeling his hand cupping her, but she let it wash over her in the kiss that he adminstered to her parted lips. She moved her hips up, as if to encourage him to move his fingers, even if on the other side of fabric. Alt had never been touched there by him until now... It felt more natural than she anticipated.
"I... okay." Alt managed to reply, as her own hands did some exploring. One remained on his chest, though on bare skin as she pushed past the unbuttoned portion. Her free hand was gliding over to his stomach, lower to his thigh, and a bit higher... but not quite touching his own arousal. Alt shivered again. "I'm sorry I'm nervous... It's /you/. I've wanted you for years."
He shuddered as she touched him, feeling his hips cant towards hers, especially as hers moved. "Ahh, Alt... Is this to much? God, your so.... So beautiful. Forgive me.... I just want to touch your skin, so badly."
"Then touch my skin... let me touch yours." Alt whispered to him, into his lips, "Is it too much for you? I think I can handle a preview of... home base.
The hand between her legs removed enough to guide her hands to his lips, kissing them softly. "We'll touch each other together...." He placed her hand on his lap, near his arousal, so very evident. "Unzip me and I'll move these panties aside...."
He was so turned on, he was shaking.
She fumbled with the button of his pants, and then the zipper, which she almost yanked down. Alt knew she had to rise up a bit, in order to slide his pants down, at least to his knees, in which the passed her hand over the apparent need for her in his under garments. "I'm going to touch you for the first time..."
It took seconds, and he was exposed, Alt unable to look away as her flesh heated up, and she bit her lip. Some time after, she looked up at Tom, into his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the girth.
Tom could not help the moan that left his lips. "Ohh God, Alt.... Yes, just like that!" His mouth found hers as his hips moved with each stroke over his length.
Fingers moved aside get panties and teased her body, feeling her moisture at his fingertips. Up, down he moved. Over her slit and up to her sensitive bundle.
She grinned, by then, he should have found the "secret piercing" she'd asked him about earlier that day. Though, the thought was easily left behind when she stroked him a little faster, meeting his movements with her own as she panted through whimpers.
"G...god.."
His fingers moved over a tiny jeweled bar, a piercing over her clit and his mouth watered, moving against her faster. "Oh you bad girl you.... I can't wait to taste you..."
His eyes rolled back. "You feel... Incredible."
An idea struck her mind, as she'd thought about it before.. inward, without ever telling Tom her recent, and past fantasies. She pushed his hand away and kissed his ear, "Promise to not lose control. Don't penetrate me."
She positioned herself so that his cock was aligned to her folds, and she rose and fell with her hips, to stimulate him that way, while her hands pressed him there, not to let him slip away.
Ohh, her body was /hot/, slick folds around his cock. Hands held her waist, dragging her against him, purposely to tease her clit. "Ohh fuck... This is so /good/... I am picturing fucking you."
He wanted to behave, but also to bury his face between her legs and suckle until she came.
His eyes could not drag away from her body, hand cupping her breast as she rose and feel against him. "My beauty."
"Does this feel good for your clit, Alt? My cock pressed against you, /so close/?"
Her breath hitched when she heard him, and a moan left her throat when she replied to him, "I should take my own advice about control..." Alt smiled.
She sped up, nodding to his question about being /so close/ to where he /needed/ to be. Oh, sure, Alt wanted him inside of her so badly that she was shaking like he had been... but she didn't want that experience in the car... Or, well, did she? At that moment, she was struggling with her want to feel him /fuck/ her when they arrived at the hotel... or to take her there in the car. With less than three hours to occupy time.
"I want you naked... naked and inside of me..." Alt heard herself say to him, embarrassed at the words, showing it in her face, but not changing her words. It was too much, not enough, and she was not sure what she wanted to do. "Do you want that... Tommy... my Tommy."
His hips pressed to hers harder, intent on making her come. "I want you over me, under me... But right now, I want to feel you come over me..."
"Do you want my fingers inside you, Alternate? Buried deep?" Tom was growling.