awaiting / Amara and Ophi ( hmmm brain says cyberpunk but u can slap in vampire if it doesn't vibe right. )
awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.
w/ cyberpunk au
Ophiucus was to be spoiled, just as she promised. It wasn’t often that they got to spend time with one another and making the most of it was worth her effort. Dinner had been at one of her favorite five-star places. The restaurant was beautiful with its pale walls and dark red and gold adornments. It was a traditional theme to Ul’Dah, even with most of its exterior lighting being neon. The food and wine had been excellent and the company even better. Most importantly, it was all just foreplay.
This dance was familiar to the both of them. A dance of conversation, of shared looks, gentle suggestions. A cat and mouse game to see who would give in first and make a move. (It was almost always Amara and this time was no different.)
The duo settled into the back of her car, her driver putting the luxury vehicle in gear as she settled against Ophi’s side. The privacy window slid up allowing the two to converse freely (or more) if they so wished. A delicate hand was placed on his knee as she turned her body to face him. Ophiucus mimicked the movement with the tiniest uplift of his lips.
“You are staying with me while you’re here, right?” She asked, green eyes boring into his.
“I can think of no place more comfortable than yours.” The top condo, in a skyscraper, with amazing views of the city itself. The windows were luckily two-way and granted the owner all the privacy they wanted. She’d meticulously decorated it to be both cozy and stunning in equal measures.
Amara let out a pleased hum and her hand slid up his thigh as she inched closer. “Nor is any bed more comfortable than mine.”
“None,” he agreed, voice dropping in volume, face drifting closer to hers.
“And no one takes care of you like I do,” she purred as she kissed him hungrily. Her kiss was returned with equal fervor that she quickly melted into and her hand crept to rest on his jaw. Ophiucus’ hands had found her bare thighs and hauled her into his lap.
Lips parted for a moment to catch their breath, their eyes meeting briefly, only for them to surge forward, meeting again with a hint of desperation. His fingers remained gripping her thighs despite the temptation of her dress’ black fabric bunched up around her hips.
“You’re more eager than usual,” he murmured breathlessly, her lips trailing along his jaw to an ear.
Her teeth nibbled and sucked on his skin. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” They’d said as much earlier, but he didn’t mind repeating himself. Clearly she needed to hear it. Just like he needed to hear the way her breath hitched when his hips rolled up to meet hers. She was always so responsive to his touches and it always made him wonder if it was him or the neural ware.
His grip tightened and he guided her over him until she was grinding against him on her own. Teeth scraped along his neck, just under his ear, earning her a breath for her effort. When they actually found his ear, he stopped moving completely besides a quick buck of his hips. From the first night they were together, Amara had spent considerable time finding exactly where and how to disarm him. Turn him into putty in her hands if she so chose.
She chucked into his ear again, her breath tickling the lobe between her nibbles and grazing. She thought she had the upper hand until his own moved to curl in her hair and he gave it a tug. Amara groaned as her head was forced back and her throat exposed. He pushed up to nip and bite at her jawline and then neck, leaving dark little marks in his wake that made her squirm delightfully in his lap.
“Did you think you were in control?” He teased quietly against her skin. “Your tricks stop working when you use them every time we’re together.” He kissed the swells of her breasts poking over the top of her dress and peered up at her.
“Are they tricks when you enjoy them so much?” She questioned back, casually dodging the question.
“I’ll let you know how much I enjoy them when we’re in the privacy of your home. Provided it isn’t obvious already.” As if to drive home his point, his hips rolled up against hers again, earning another noise. He’d never tire of hearing it either.
“I hope you aren’t expecting much sleep,” she murmured, his lips trailing up the column of her throat.
“I’m on a vacation,” he reminded her, before he kissed her again.
