passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall
( kiss prompts / accepting !! )
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒." The first time it had happened, had been a situation of leverage, of payment in regards to his cooperation for a situation; but every time after that had left the Trailblazer more confused and uncertain than the last. She didn't know what any of it meant. Or, perhaps more accurately, wasn't willing to look too deeply into it.
Until, eventually, he forced her hand.
A startled yelp sounded as she was yanked abruptly into the shadows. Tension immediately made her go rigid, her fight-or-flight response immediately switching over to fight. She kicked out at her assailant, earning a wheeze when it landed square in the chest and she heard the shuffle of footfalls as his balance faltered.
Easy, starlight! It's just me, your ol' pal!
Stelle rounded on him, hair flying and face severe. ❝ Sampo, what the fu — ❞ He caught her fist almost effortlessly as it sailed through the air with every intention of hitting him in the jaw, his other hand snaking around her waist to draw her closer. In this position, one might have thought they were about to dance.
The trailblazer bristled as he leaned in close, so close that their noses brushed and his breath fanned across her face. It took her a moment to realise she'd gotten distracted and he'd said something she hadn't heard. He must have realised it too because the fingers at her back suddenly wove into the yellow ribbons of her jacket and yanked, drawing her back to the present and the uncomfortably close proximity they were now in. If she budged even an inch, their lips would touch. The thought made her face warm with... something she couldn't put a name to. Then, as if reading her thoughts, Sampo's mouth split into a lopsided, smug grin.
A little distracted are we? Well, as long as it's me and not — whatever it is that's kept you so preoccupied lately.
Huh? Stelle blinked; once, twice, three times. She could have sworn he sounded a little unhappy, but not in his usual way that made him look pathetic like a kicked puppy and garnered sympathy. This was different. Something dark and territorial, his grin feral at the edges. Though alarm bells should have been going off in the back of her head, Stelle found herself not once, but twice glancing at his mouth and quietly willing him to just get it over with and close the distance.
( Of course, he wouldn't be Sampo Koski if he didn't make her work for it a little. )
❝ What — What are you talking about? I've had things to do. You know this. ❞ Stelle licked her lips, and did not miss the way it drew his gaze.
She had been busy lately. That was true. With the Stellaron still active on Jarilo-VI, she had been doing her best to focus on the task at hand; though clearly Sampo had tried on numerous occasions to pull her away from those duties, much to the disapproval of her Astral Express friends. They didn't trust him, and because they didn't trust him, Stelle tried not to either. Several of those occasions had resulted in Stelle cancelling on Sampo at the last minute, with the promise that she'd make it up to him; because as much as she thought he was an awful person, she did feel a little guilty. He always looked so sad and pathetic when there was a change of plans, and maybe that was on purpose, too, but she fell for it almost every time.
He was staring at her intently now, verdant eyes taking in her wide-eyed expression as if silently saying 'Well, go on. Make it up to me then.'
Stelle had only a moment to process that she was moving forward before Sampo tugged the fist he held and sealed his lips over hers.
If she had had any doubts about his intentions before, they were all obliterated the moment they kissed. Stelle could only follow his lead, meeting him with the same fevered momentum, pressing herself flush against him, as he shifted them both. Her back hit the wall with a mild thud. Gloved hands tangled in his hair, chasing the feeling as the kiss became more frenzied, more possessive; as if he were trying to devour her whole. The need for air was beginning to make her lungs strain, but Sampo never once let up and for the first time, Stelle didn't want him to.
When Sampo finally pulled away enough to let her gulp down some much needed air, it was only to shift his focus to her jaw and neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses against her warming skin. Stelle squirmed, a feeling hot and wanton lancing straight to the apex of her thighs. Nails scratched against his scalp, and as if in warning, he responded by nipping at the delicate skin around her pulse point. The trailblazer tamped down on a moan; the sound almost teetering into a squeal when she was suddenly hoisted up so that her legs might hook snugly around his hips. Then he was kissing her mouth again, invading with his tongue and swallowing down a greedy sound she made when her hips involuntarily bucked into his.
It didn't matter anymore that they were out in the open, only concealed by well-timed shadows in an alleyway. The only thing Stelle could think about was him; his all-consuming presence snuffing out every other thought that tried to cross her mind, that tried to remind her of who he was, imprinting himself upon her life like a brand. Maybe she did like him, and maybe for the first time she did want to be selfish and indulgent.
Ever the performer, he was all too happy to deliver.
