Clover and Tazetta- Aftermath

((omg I feel the same way, I love theemmm! xD We can’t all be SUAVE, ALOE!!))
Tazetta’s head  was swimming. Razor focus on all points of contact, leaving everything else forgotten including much of a sense of direction. She was finally gifted the kiss Clover had so desired earlier while his thumbs pressed into her hip bones, cementing her as close as possible. Her senses all on cloud nine gave her pause when she lost her footing along with Clover, the world suddenly going sideways. A small, startled noise escaped her as they tumbled. She felt, first, Clover’s arms around her, breaking her fall, and second, the low rumble of his laughter shaking her before she realized they'd safely hit the bed. Clover's amusement was contagious and she couldn't help but let her own mirth spill over, giggles bubbling out.

Trying not to lose everything to a feeling of urgency Tazetta attempted to slow her hummingbird heart. She reached up to smooth Clover's hair out of his face, admiring his smile, his sharp cheekbones, the cut of his jaw. She took a moment to smile back at him, cherishing him without saying a word. Placing a hand on either side of his face she languidly placed her mouth over his, taking her time to kiss him deliberately. Deeply. Closing her eyes, she let her hands move with a mind of their own. They trailed down his neck and collarbone, over the planes of his chest. Her finger tips grazed the hem of his trousers. She broke the kiss so she could look into his face again and see the fire and the desire with it behind his eye looking back at her. She tugged his shirt up, palms finally finding skin. She could admire - this too - with touch alone, each scar and mark and muscle telling a story of its own.

(( Heheh look at the icon I found! XD ))

Tangled and laughing, Clover he found his heartbeat redoubling in pure joy. He couldn't remember a time that he had felt this happy in his life; no one else made him feel so safe, so desired or adored. Tazetta smiled down at him as her hair spilled over them and he took in the sight of her beautiful sharp smile, the way her eyes lit up and the feeling of her weight on him. When she kissed him his eyes closed and he moaned into the kiss, drinking it in. Some kisses made you feel like you never wanted to come up for air, and this felt like one of them; he returned it hungrily and slowly, his hands on her back and hips moving in slow patterns seeking out any trace of her beautiful soft skin.

He opened his eye again as she broke the kiss, breathless at the feelings she brought up in him, and bit down a groan as her hands moved over his pants and teased under his shirt as she made his skin goosebump. Swallowing hard he slipped it entirely off and leaned into her explorations as she traced the patterns on his skin; once he considered them ugly reminders of dark days, but under her touch they were transformed. His hand moved up to run through her hair and tease her exposed skin.

"Taz?" he murmured, feeling a moment of uncharacteristic shyness as he leaned his head up to kiss over her throat and collarbone. He had no words for the way she made him feel, but perhaps he didn't need them.

((oh my god woooww that's so old! Man, I still like what I did with it too hahaha that never happens))

A shiver ran up her spine following the trail Clover's fingers left along her skin. Her heart skipped a beat along with her breathing. She took in a sharp intake of breath, trying her best to steady herself but with his hands on her it was so hard to think straight at all. His lips found her neck and her collar bone and his roving fingers seeking out every inch of her skin. She swallowed when he had to trace fingers under the strap of her top to continue his expedition.

He asked her name like a question. It sounded gruff like he'd been holding on to her name unsure of how to continue the sentence so he let it hang there. A question. It was punctuated with kisses instead of words and Tazetta let it hang there for a moment, answering at first with a happy sigh.

"We have all the time we want today," She began, her reply more breathy than she initially intended, "I want to take my time admiring you." She drew away from his lips, sitting back into her seat on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. Tazetta drew a finger down from his collarbone to his navel, taking in every mark it crossed on the way down. A feline smile spread across her face as she gazed down at the map of his body.

Growing impatient with her own words she was already eager to be skin to skin, far too many layers of clothes still in the way. She unfastened Clover's pants for him, slipping them off of him, sliding off the edge of the bed to remove her own leggings in the process. She paused, standing between Clover's legs that were crooked over the edge of the bed, her grin growing wide.

"Don't move," She posed, fingers in the shape of square as she squinted one eye through the viewfinder of her thumb and forefinger, "I want to commit this to memory." For some reason it made her feel powerful, maybe even a little bit wicked, to be there in her undergarments, still partially covered, while Clover was baring it all before her. Maybe she was just a little bit getting him back for tricking her moments earlier.

(( That's cause its GORGEOUS. I tell you, he poses for you so nicely.... you always make him look so beautiful. <3 ))

He groaned throatily as she pulled away, his body buckling under hers. At her words Clover's lips parted, his cheeks getting warmer by the minute just at the way she looked at him. Admiring? She was just about setting his body on fire just by looking at him. As her finger moved down his torso his muscles tilted up to meet her, his breath catching at the sensations she cajoled out of his body. For the longest time he'd hidden away the scars, seeing them as ugly reminders and dead nerve endings... but the way it felt as she caressed over his skin made him feel like they were simple lay lines she was claiming for her own.

He lifted up his legs to help her slide his pants off smoothly, belly contracting as she bared him completely to her sight.

For her he would be beautiful. There was something in the way her eyes traced hungrily over every inch of skin that made him harden further. At her gesture he grinned, abashed, and hid his face under an arm.

"aaah you just want to make me blush..." he chuckled, though he loved that he enjoyed the sight of him. "Hardly seems fair..." he wriggled his tail and draped it slowly like a fan to hide his more intimate bits with a wicked grin. "You want a show, do you? Aaaaai...."


(( Yup, totally under Tazetta's spell.. <3 <3 <3 Make him work for it for playing his prank TAzetta!! XD ))

((haha guess the only solution is I’ll just have to draw more of him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ))

“You’re right,” She beamed, all smiles, “And then I get to admire the way I make you blush at the same time. It all works really well for me in the end.” Tazetta also couldn’t help but admire her own handiwork. That she could get Clover to make all sorts of enticing sounds for her, blush for her. The potential ran a thrill through her, electricity at her fingertips.

Clicking her tongue, Tazetta mimicked the sound of a camera shutter before dropping her hands in mock exasperation. "Hey, the model can't cover their face! That's cheating!" Leaning over him, she reached to push his arm away from his face, "I left you your eyepatch, Clo, there's still some decency left in me."

At the suggestion that she wasn't playing fair Tazetta ran her hands up his thighs, fingers splayed so he could feel the trace of her nails along his skin. "Hardly seems fair?" Her grin went impish, "I thought you were going to show me." She bent over him, her hair wild from the tumble on to the bed was inches from brushing against him. "Why not show me how to play fair, then?" She felt the pit of her stomach burn with a cold fire, a different sort of appetite churning inside her. Tazetta ran a finger along the crest of Clover's tail fin, her expression fiery, a clear open invitation.

(( No complaints here about that! <3 BTW, have you heard Florence and the Machine's "Moderation"? XD ))

"Ah but I know you like the eye-patch -- " he began, blushing furiously as she moved his arm away from his face with no resistance from him. Any excuse for her to touch him was more than welcome.

He hissed and arched up at the feeling of her nails over his thighs and then slowly tormenting the crest of his fin. Groaning he slid up the fin to brush against her hair and arm them move aside to lay himself out like a platter for her taking. His shaft stood aching at attention as his hand moved low to catch some of her hair between his fingers.

"See, fair would be that you had less clothing too. I feel rather under-dressed..." he grinned, eyes lidded and hungry as they watched her. " I am all for you admiring me because... well, its all yours..." he wiggled his eyebrows as he parted his thighs slightly. "But you know, I could tease you too and then you could ride me and still enjoy the view."

His other hand cupped her face and swallowed hard, trying to let her guide what she wanted first.

((I haven't until now and... that's super appropriate wow xD))

Tazetta did, indeed, like the eyepatch. Maybe that was cheating on her part. She was really past a lot of the "rules" to count if she was breaking any more of them, it was closer to a free-for-all at this point but making an even playing field was also very enticing.

Clover offering himself to her so openly like that made her tail twitch with enthusiasm, her face warm and flushed, the rest of her felt icy with red hot anticipation. She was having way too much fun with him and didn't keep her gaze the least bit prudent. He was offering. She was taking.

Chuckling softly she questioned Clover's new rule to her game, "Under-dressed? I didn't know this party had a dress code." Tazetta inched her way closer, the bed shifting with her weight until she was in easy reach of Clover's touch.

Her brows shot up at his suggestion. She paused for only a second before she couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, her head dropping as she stifled the last bits of giggles. She brought her eyes up to look at Clover, her hair falling in ribbons over her face.

"Blunt as always, Clo, but I like that about you. You don't have to say much more to convince me..." He touched her face sobering her almost instantly. "You know, I appreciate how you're always so considerate but you can throw a bit more caution to the wind, you know," She cocked half a smile, "I'm a tough girl I can handle whatever you throw at me." She took his hands in hers, guiding them along her hips, and up her waist, "Starting with this," She continued to escort his touch up her ribs, over her chest, finally letting them rest unchaperoned on her shoulders. She trailed her fingers down his arms, a gentle reassurance, "Why not help me make sure I'm dressed appropriately for this party..."

(( hahah I thought so! Lots of Florence works actually...))

"So I think we've not established I'm not so good with the whole... words thing..." he sucked in his breath as she inched over his body, then mirrored her soft laugh.  

His hand moved to cup her face and trace the heat over her cheeks, swallowing at her open invitation. As she guided his hands he groaned and shivered at the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips.

"Yes, yes you are. I saw you take down a construct and carry me up stairs so..." he grinned and let out a quiet, contented sigh as his hands slipped under her top and slowly slid off the strap to bare her to his gaze.

"I wish I was better with words. I'd tell you how you make me feel... what a lucky bastard I am..." he murmured as his hands moved carefully to caress her breasts. "We fit together, you and I. Just worry about your stitches too, but I do know you're pretty damn tough...."

He cupped her breast gently and shivered, then allowed a hand to splay open and slide it over back over thighs. "I couldn't decide if I was terrified or aroused when you finally took it down you know.." he teased.

"You don't have to be good with words, you can make up for that with being good with kisses," She placed a peck on his lips before adding, "Mouths are good for more than one thing."

She was barely worried about her stitches anymore. Clover hadn't noticed and the bleeding must've have stopped and her mind was everywhere else rather than her dumb wound and oh gods his hands felt so good. Tazetta let out a breathy note of delight as his hands slipped across her skin. It felt like ghost prints of his hands still in places where he'd touched her and it was heavenly to her. She threw her top over her shoulder for good measure letting it land in some pile in Clover's dark room, finally free of the restricting nature of clothes.

He was saying words to her now, she realized, witty banter suddenly crossed off her repertoire. Tazetta put her hand against his neck, her thumb running along his jaw before planting another kiss on him, this time one more drawn out than a simple peck. "Tell me without words then, you lucky bastard," She grinned at him, her expression also plainly telling how lucky she felt to have him. She almost told him too if his hand didn't take a detour down her thigh. She hissed out a breath before biting her lip. Her breathing going ragged with the notion that she'd had enough waiting. She leaned on one leg, shimming off the last of her undergarments.

"I'd go with aroused," she teased, taking his said arousal in hand. She guided him into her slowly taking his length as she settled back, almost seated in his lap. A delighted whimper escaped her lips as her thighs gripped at Clover's sides, her hair falling to cover her face as her head dipped. She put both hands on his chest, steadying herself as her chest rose and fell with the quick acceleration of her already pounding heart.

Clover was thankful that no more words were needed, as he couldn't really have managed them from that point onwards. He had enough presence of mind to drink in the sounds that escaped her, feel her press into his questing hands as he sought her wonderful heat. A moment later - an agonizing eternity in his mind- she took his shaft into her hands and guided it within her.

He arched his back as she began to ride him, his hand kneading her breast gently as the other sought to tease her core. Thinking felt excruciating when his entire body seemed to be attuned to her every movement; his muscles clenching he began to move under her to meet her own with increasingly urgent thrusts.

His chest was pinned in place as they moved together, his hips pumping up and wanting to be buried in her to the hilt; moans spilled unnoticed and he thumbed over a nipple, groaning as he felt it harden under his thumb.