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[cafeultra]

Meow-meow, motherfuckers.

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[cafeultra]

Just for you. [ She catches Nate's hand to kiss it, then starts trailing kisses back up his thigh to start a mark on his hip. Her hands wander a bit, one gently squeezing his thigh while the other smooths up his abdomen. Everywhere except where he likely needs it most. ]

[soicantlose]

It better be. [ It's mock-stern, all playful and no genuine concern -- he trusts Becca absolutely, it just doesn't stop him from playing at possessiveness now and again. There's a little catch in his voice as her hands start wandering, shifting slightly under the attention (and the pointed lack of it), but he's not rushing her yet. ]

[cafeultra]

All yours, babe. [ She loves the possessiveness, as he surely knows by now, so she's not complaining. A little smirk lingers as she makes her way over to his other hip to leave a matching mark. He's pretty patient, and suddenly she's in the mood to test that patience. ]

[soicantlose]

Yeah, you are. [ It's gonna take more to get him to say anything -- but he is squirming a little, achingly hard, his hand settling back at the back of her neck. ] Just like I'm yours.

[cafeultra]

Mm, mine. [ There's some possessiveness of her own. Becca's fully prepared to do more, because she can tell he's squirming, she can see how hard he is, and she likes it. A hand rests on his hip as she leaves another mark at his waist, groaning as she does so. ]

[soicantlose]

[ The noises she makes always gets to him. Now's no exception -- his breath stutters a little, fingers flexing against the nape of her neck as she finishes. ]

Having fun down there? [ He echoes her earlier words back at her with a little twist of a smile. ]

[cafeultra]

Time of my life, baby. [ She glances up with a smile, looking extremely pleased with herself. Her hands stay at his hips and thighs as she draws back to look at him, plotting out her next spot to leave a mark, or possibly debating whether give in and stop teasing. ] How you feeling up there?

[soicantlose]

[ He hums, making a little production out of considering it, his hand slipping around to curve lightly around the front of her throat when she pulls back. ] A little bit like I'm being decorated. [ A little shrug. ] Can't say I really mind, though.

[cafeultra]

Better than any Christmas decorations I've seen around. [ It's subtle, how she leans forward into his hand around her throat. Her gaze lifts to his face, meeting his eyes. There's almost a challenge in the way she looks at him, a silent dare to make a move. ] And I like marking my territory.

[soicantlose]

[ He just meets her eyes without acknowledging it at first, touch still gentle, thumb stroking a soft line against her neck. ] Making sure anyone else knows you got there first? [ Another soft line before his grip tightens a little, a firm line of pressure against her throat. ]

[cafeultra]

Mm, yeah. They need to know you're mine. [ The pressure makes her breath catch, and she looks absolutely delighted. She doesn't try to pull away, letting him do as he pleases. ]

[soicantlose]

Possessive. [ It's a teasing reprimand, not a real one. Not like he has any room to talk with the way he acts, or with those bruises still standing bright against her skin. The careful pressure increases, only momentarily tight enough to make breathing difficult before backing off a little. ]

[cafeultra]

[ There's something so blissful about this, with Nate more than anyone else. Letting someone have their hand around her neck requires a lot of trust, and frankly, there's no one she trusts more. It's a terrifying thought, but it's also reassuring. Safe.

Her eyes close briefly as his grip tightens, panting slightly once she catches her breath again. She's flushed, eyes bright full of desire. More than desire - need. ] Doesn't sound like you're complaining.