[ randel isn't much taller or broader than d'avin, and dutch had liked d'avin's weight on top of her — but then, less than an hour after she'd had sex with d'av, doctor jaeger had flipped the switch in his brain and he'd turned on her, trying to kill her. there's no connection between any of those things, she's long learned to trust d'avin again and he's long learned to trust himself again, they've moved past it and even into each other's bed again, but still.
randel isn't d'avin. ]
You're packing almost more than me. [ dutch says when he starts pulling off his clothes and weapons, studying the weapons in particular. then she starts drawing daggers from her hair, her boots, taking off her thigh holster. ]
I'm very lucky that I haven't had to use any of it since I came.
[ So far, he hasn't volunteered for any of the truly dangerous missions, as much out of concern for the other people he might be assigned with as fear for himself. Something had happened when he'd been home in District Zero and he's not sure if it would be wise for him to be involved in combat. His work at the brothel back in Olympia is 99% intimidation and he can do that easily enough. ]
I haven't seen anything like the weapons of war from my world either. Thankfully.
[ dutch has been earning her keep in wyver by hand to hand combat in a fight club, but she's also been making sure to go out into the jungle and hunt. she doesn't want to be too dependent on anyone or anything, here. it's a good thing that khlyen taught her how to survive. (maybe it isn't. maybe without khlyen, she wouldn't have the hang-ups she does about depending on others.)
but they're not here to talk about weapons, and so dutch steps back into his space once they're both done divesting themselves of theirs, sliding her hands over his chest. ] Take off your shirt for me?
[ He shakes his head, because his gun isn't for that, even if he would ever kill a creature to eat it himself. He doesn't like meat, won't eat it; any he gets gets fed to the stray animals he tends to spend his time with.
But they aren't here for that. Which is why he moves carefully to remove his shirt and put it to one side.
He's got more scars underneath, massive craters in his skin, places where he was obviously patched together from almost being cut in half. He doesn't move with much hesitation; they pull, like any scar might, but he doesn't react. Instead, he swallows and kneels down to let her look, let her touch. Whatever she wants.
He's not afraid or cowed. He wants to be here. But he wants to let her see before they go any further. ]
[ there are scars on dutch's body, too, signs of a life as an assassin, of frequent fights, still hidden underneath her clothing. none of them are quite as pronounced as his scars, but when he kneels, dutch's fingers don't trace the scars. instead, she curls one hand in his hair at the back of his head, using the grip to tilt his head back. with him on his knees, she's the one having to bend down to kiss him and there's something appealing about that. she licks into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, her free hand wandering over his collarbone, his chest, his shoulders and upper arm while she does.
the scars don't bother her, that much should be clear. ]
[ He reaches up, one raw-skinned hand on her arm, the other settling at her hip as he kisses her in return, draws her down and draws her in. He doesn't often want people near, doesn't want people to touch him; for the most part, the only people he lets close are his family and the animals he cares for. But right now, he wants her close, wants her, enough to make his arm shake with it. ]
[ she kisses him and he draws her in and against him and so she kisses him again and then again and keeps kissing him until desire's pooling wetly between her legs, until her chest feels tight and she needs more than just kissing, and even then she kisses him again before stepping back. ]
Let's lose the shoes and go to bed.
[ if he's proportionate, she can't wait to get him inside her, but even just the thought of pushing his body down into the sheets and climbing on top of him makes a delighted shiver run through dutch. ]
[ He nods, pushing off his shoes with one foot and then the other before coming to his feet. He doesn't stop touching her as he walks around to get to the bed, sitting as he starts to pull off his pants. The underwear beneath leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination and he is... well, more than proportional. Possibly worryingly so. But he removes those as well before holding open his arms for her again. If she wants something else, his hands or his mouth, he'll let her ride those. He can enjoy that just as well. ]
[ he's more than just proportional and dutch lets out a low whistle when he takes off his underwear and his cock springs free. she's not worried so much as — really looking forward to riding him, really.
but having an orgasm under her belt already before she does might go a long way toward smoothing the ride.
her own clothes and boots get dropped where they are. dutch's body isn't as scarred as his, but there are plenty of scars still. her life has been a violent one since early childhood, but she pays them no more mind than she'd paid his scars, moving to straddle him and leaning in for another kiss. and then another one, and then she's reaching for one of his hands and sliding it between them where she's wet already. ]
I want you to get me off before we get this party on the road. All right?
[ Just a quick nod. He would have suggested it if she hadn't already said something, and his hands are skilled enough at this that he feels no self-consciousness. His thumb goes to her clit, and one of his fingers slide inside as he starts to move, kissing her to the same rhythm. He's not the worst kisser in the world, but he is somewhat measured. Learning first before diving in any one direction. ]
[ dutch likes a measure of control in bed. it's not for the sake of control, usually, but for the sake of making sure that she remains on top — if not physically, then at least on top of the situation. she's been used too often in her life to let go of that, to trust easily.
despite that, there's some abandon in the way she moans against his lips, shifting her hips insistently against his thumb, his finger, urging him on. ]
[ He makes no move to shift them, to change where they are or what's going on or how it's going to progress. Instead, he's going to work her with two, then three fingers, clearly well practiced at this particular portion of it, and he's not unaffected by her passion, by the moan against his lips. He's hard, yes, but the hand on her, bracing her, is also shaking just a little, not with fatigue or strain but with sensation.]
[ he knows what he's doing, and the physical sensation alone would be enough to bring dutch close, but it's knowing -- seeing, feeling -- how affected he is as well, how her chasing her own pleasure is leaving him hard and trembling just so, that has her stomach tightening. ]
Just -
[ she's close. she's so close. the kiss breaks because dutch can't focus on it anymore, head tipping until her forehead rests against his shoulder. she's bracing herself with one hand and rocking her hips against his fingers and hand, again and then again, picking up the pace --
and then she's coming, muscles clenching around him as dutch throws her head back and rides out the orgasm. ]
[ There isn't much beautiful in Randel's life, hasn't ever really been anything. In some ways, he hardly knows how to approach beautiful things. He has no artistic talent, and no real eye for it either. But there's something beautiful in his hands being able to make someone feel that good, the way she writhes and clenches around his fingers, and the woman herself, Dutch... she's beautiful. It's times like these that he wishes he'd pushed himself more towards his mother's profession, gone the same route as his sisters. He was no more suited for war than he was for pleasure, and at least then he'd have had so much less blood on his hands.
He pushes the thought aside for now, leans in and gets his mouth on her breast, sucks and flicks his tongue against the nub as his thumb follows suit on the other. No reason not to help her release last a little longer, feel just a little more vibrant, and it's helping him, giving him focus, as his own desires become more pressing. He hasn't been in a woman for a long time, wonders how long he'll last before admitting to himself he's just as concerned that he'll come too soon as with the thought that he won't come at all.
[ his mouth and hand find her breast and dutch moans, hips twitching forward against his hand again. it's good, it's perfect -- on the verge of too much but not quite crossing that threshold. he touches her through the orgasm, prolonging it, but it still ends and dutch finds herself reaching between their bodies to pull his hand from her at the same time as she curls her hand in his hair to keep his mouth where it is.
she just needs a moment. ]
Wasn't that obvious? [ there's satisfaction in her tone. some amusement, too.
a moment, and then she settles herself over him so that she can rub herself against his cock without taking him in, breath hitching again because it's renewed pressure against her clit, new pleasure sparking up her spine. ]
[ He shifts his hands, his hold, to support her, to give her something to rest against if she wants it. His eyes close from the pressure against him, the slick heat and the anticipation. ]
It's been... a while.
[ He's telling her because she deserves to know. If he comes quickly, if he doesn't come at all, it has nothing to do with her. It has everything to do with him. He thinks he will, his mind is far enough away from everything, from the dark, from the blood, but he knows well enough. And he trusts her, in a certain way. In the simplest way: he doesn't think she'll harm him, doesn't think she wants to harm him. He thinks she'll understand if he starts shaking, what might be wrong. It's part of why he'd done this.
She's beautiful for more reasons than how lovely she looks. ]
[ he paints a nice picture like that, eyes closed and breathing a little harder, obviously not unaffected by her moving above him. she's not unaffected either, steadying herself against his hands as she rolls her hips again and then again, picking up the pace a little. teasing them both. ]
Well. [ there's no pause in her rhythm at the admission. ] You've already gotten me off, so anything after this is just the icing on the cake.
[ His eyes stays closed as he pulls her against him, leaning up to nuzzle against her skin. ]
You deserve more.
[ And it's not that he's trying to duck away or pull back. He just wants to be the best version of himself for the night, one that makes her feel good. ]
[ dutch's lips curl into a grin and she reaches between them, holding his cock still as she sinks down on him. it's a slow motion, on account of his size, but smooth thanks to how wet his ministrations and her recent orgasm have left her. she manages to hold on to the grin almost all the way down, but she can't hide the way her breath catches when she's fully seated on top of him, randel buried deep inside her. ]
[ He hasn't been inside someone like this, let alone a woman, for what feels like forever. Hot, slick, tight and shifting and despite Dutch's assurances, he's going to start slow for both their sakes. He lets his hands shift to her backside, using them to help her lift up before he presses in again, hips rocking to compliment the movement. ]
Still good?
[ He doesn't pause but he'll stay at this rhythm, watching her and listening to make sure until he hears different. ]
Nh — [ dutch says very eloquently. no one can blame her for the lack of sophistication in the answer, she figures, because he's big and for all that she usually prefers manhandling over being manhandled, there's something utterly appealing in the strength of him, the size, the ease with which he lifts her almost off his cock before letting her sink down again, hips meeting hers.
it's slow, a heavy drag inside her that has pleasure climbing steadily up her spine. ]
Yeah. Still good.
[ she should ask if he's still good, too. she should, but she doesn't. instead, she tips her head back, clenching a little around him in a way that's entirely deliberate and makes her moan. ]
[ The squeeze gets a grunt out of him, unexpected as it is, before he shifts in his seat, adjusting his angle just a little. He wants to make sure she's comfortable, or as comfortable as he can make her. One hand stays on her backside, lifting her again, but the other shifts to the front, cupping a breast in one of his hands and thumbing teasingly at her nipple from the side. ]
You feel good.
[ He'll start slow with his rhythm, working towards more, deeper faster on a gentle incline.. ]
[ comfortable isn't the word dutch would use, but comfort also isn't what she strives for when it comes to sex. comfort implies relaxation and ease and dutch likes things explosive and challenging, she likes tension and strength. this is slow, but it's a stretch and there's certainly plenty of tension, building at her spine, in the muscles of her thighs, in the pace of her breath that picks up when his hand starts teasing her, a counterpoint of pleasure to the swell of his cock inside her. ]
[ The tight heat around him is something he hasn't felt in so long, since the war, then before it. There were no atheists in fox holes and no monks to be found in the barracks either, but it's been a while. It feels... good, one of the very few things that feel good to him, that are purely pleasurable, so while he tries to balance the good with making sure he makes it good for her.
Which is also why he starts nibbling at the side of her throat as they moved together. ]
[ he's big and he's attentive and between those two things, dutch is pretty sure this is going to be good for her one way or another. it helps that she's already come once, that she knows what she likes, that she's rolling her hips in a way that pushes her clit against his stomach repeatedly. his teeth against her throat only add to the sensation and she tips her head to the side to give him more room. ]
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[ randel isn't much taller or broader than d'avin, and dutch had liked d'avin's weight on top of her — but then, less than an hour after she'd had sex with d'av, doctor jaeger had flipped the switch in his brain and he'd turned on her, trying to kill her. there's no connection between any of those things, she's long learned to trust d'avin again and he's long learned to trust himself again, they've moved past it and even into each other's bed again, but still.
randel isn't d'avin. ]
You're packing almost more than me. [ dutch says when he starts pulling off his clothes and weapons, studying the weapons in particular. then she starts drawing daggers from her hair, her boots, taking off her thigh holster. ]
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[ So far, he hasn't volunteered for any of the truly dangerous missions, as much out of concern for the other people he might be assigned with as fear for himself. Something had happened when he'd been home in District Zero and he's not sure if it would be wise for him to be involved in combat. His work at the brothel back in Olympia is 99% intimidation and he can do that easily enough. ]
I haven't seen anything like the weapons of war from my world either. Thankfully.
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[ dutch has been earning her keep in wyver by hand to hand combat in a fight club, but she's also been making sure to go out into the jungle and hunt. she doesn't want to be too dependent on anyone or anything, here. it's a good thing that khlyen taught her how to survive. (maybe it isn't. maybe without khlyen, she wouldn't have the hang-ups she does about depending on others.)
but they're not here to talk about weapons, and so dutch steps back into his space once they're both done divesting themselves of theirs, sliding her hands over his chest. ] Take off your shirt for me?
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But they aren't here for that. Which is why he moves carefully to remove his shirt and put it to one side.
He's got more scars underneath, massive craters in his skin, places where he was obviously patched together from almost being cut in half. He doesn't move with much hesitation; they pull, like any scar might, but he doesn't react. Instead, he swallows and kneels down to let her look, let her touch. Whatever she wants.
He's not afraid or cowed. He wants to be here. But he wants to let her see before they go any further. ]
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the scars don't bother her, that much should be clear. ]
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Let's lose the shoes and go to bed.
[ if he's proportionate, she can't wait to get him inside her, but even just the thought of pushing his body down into the sheets and climbing on top of him makes a delighted shiver run through dutch. ]
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but having an orgasm under her belt already before she does might go a long way toward smoothing the ride.
her own clothes and boots get dropped where they are. dutch's body isn't as scarred as his, but there are plenty of scars still. her life has been a violent one since early childhood, but she pays them no more mind than she'd paid his scars, moving to straddle him and leaning in for another kiss. and then another one, and then she's reaching for one of his hands and sliding it between them where she's wet already. ]
I want you to get me off before we get this party on the road. All right?
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despite that, there's some abandon in the way she moans against his lips, shifting her hips insistently against his thumb, his finger, urging him on. ]
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Just -
[ she's close. she's so close. the kiss breaks because dutch can't focus on it anymore, head tipping until her forehead rests against his shoulder. she's bracing herself with one hand and rocking her hips against his fingers and hand, again and then again, picking up the pace --
and then she's coming, muscles clenching around him as dutch throws her head back and rides out the orgasm. ]
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He pushes the thought aside for now, leans in and gets his mouth on her breast, sucks and flicks his tongue against the nub as his thumb follows suit on the other. No reason not to help her release last a little longer, feel just a little more vibrant, and it's helping him, giving him focus, as his own desires become more pressing. He hasn't been in a woman for a long time, wonders how long he'll last before admitting to himself he's just as concerned that he'll come too soon as with the thought that he won't come at all.
He pushes that aside too. Now is for Dutch. ]
Good?
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she just needs a moment. ]
Wasn't that obvious? [ there's satisfaction in her tone. some amusement, too.
a moment, and then she settles herself over him so that she can rub herself against his cock without taking him in, breath hitching again because it's renewed pressure against her clit, new pleasure sparking up her spine. ]
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It's been... a while.
[ He's telling her because she deserves to know. If he comes quickly, if he doesn't come at all, it has nothing to do with her. It has everything to do with him. He thinks he will, his mind is far enough away from everything, from the dark, from the blood, but he knows well enough. And he trusts her, in a certain way. In the simplest way: he doesn't think she'll harm him, doesn't think she wants to harm him. He thinks she'll understand if he starts shaking, what might be wrong. It's part of why he'd done this.
She's beautiful for more reasons than how lovely she looks. ]
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Well. [ there's no pause in her rhythm at the admission. ] You've already gotten me off, so anything after this is just the icing on the cake.
[ no pressure, she means. ]
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You deserve more.
[ And it's not that he's trying to duck away or pull back. He just wants to be the best version of himself for the night, one that makes her feel good. ]
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[ dutch's lips curl into a grin and she reaches between them, holding his cock still as she sinks down on him. it's a slow motion, on account of his size, but smooth thanks to how wet his ministrations and her recent orgasm have left her. she manages to hold on to the grin almost all the way down, but she can't hide the way her breath catches when she's fully seated on top of him, randel buried deep inside her. ]
- let's see what you got.
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Still good?
[ He doesn't pause but he'll stay at this rhythm, watching her and listening to make sure until he hears different. ]
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it's slow, a heavy drag inside her that has pleasure climbing steadily up her spine. ]
Yeah. Still good.
[ she should ask if he's still good, too. she should, but she doesn't. instead, she tips her head back, clenching a little around him in a way that's entirely deliberate and makes her moan. ]
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You feel good.
[ He'll start slow with his rhythm, working towards more, deeper faster on a gentle incline.. ]
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Yeah -
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Which is also why he starts nibbling at the side of her throat as they moved together. ]
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