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[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

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A... anywhere you'd like?

[ THE MOST HELPFUL. But at least she's relaxing a bit. ]

Anywhere, huh?

[ OKAY THEN, it looks like he just has to figure things out again. Apparently she hasn't had any regrets about giving him free rein if she's doing it again now. It seems a little unfair, though, when all his parts are unambiguously on the outside and hers are... mysterious. There but not there. An ~*~enigma~*~.

But to begin with, he gently nudges her legs apart so he can park himself in-between. ]

[ Don't blame Noire for how differently men and women are shaped, okay? But she moves her legs a little wider, eyes resting on his face-- because if she looks down, she probably will overheat and die. ]

[ Meanwhile, Morgan's quite absorbed in planning out his next move, face flushed and openly curious. Not that there's much planning to be done, because all there is to do is get a little hands-on... so he gets his hand on, so to speak, sliding one up her leg and carefully over the space between her thighs. ]

[ Noire's breathing instantly changes, to something shaky and sharp, as her face flushes darker. It feels... weird, having his hand there, but it's not bad... ]

[ He looks back up, though his hand doesn't stray, and when it seems apparent that he doesn't done something horribly wrong, he lights up with success and discovery. ]

It's sensitive here too, huh? I couldn't be sure.

[ He brushes her lightly with his fingertips, exploring and testing the range of said sensitivity. ]

I-it is! It-- aah--

[ And she immediately shuts up, BRIGHT RED. She didn't mean to make that noise. ]

[ ... Wow. That was a noise that came out of her. One stunned second, and then he's grinning, looking a little too pleased with himself. ]

I'll say.

[ And just as before he'll keep on going, a little bolder with his fingers, shifting to hover over her. ]

Just, um... let me know if it starts getting to be a little too much.

I-it's... already-- kind of-- intense...

[ SHE CAN'T EVEN SPEAK COHERENTLY. ]

Oh...

[ Pause. ]

Stop?

No.

[ She got that part out, at least. ]

[ It's surprisingly difficult to discern pleasure from discomfort sometimes... ]

How about this? When you do want me to stop, you can say... "potatoes"! Otherwise, I'll take it we're both peachy.

... I'll remember that.

[ Oddly. ]

Good!

[ Problem solved!! And now he'll go back to getting frisky. His hand gets back to work, finding a comfortable motion, and he dips in for a kiss. ]

[ Her response might be a little more heated than he was expecting, but he's also kind of working her up-- she can't help moaning into the kiss, trying to keep him where he is. ]

[ He'll be happy to do so, drawn in by all that feeling of hers. She's always opened herself up to him more than most others, but never as much as now, and not just because of the naked bit. Her passion was what made him notice her -- really notice her -- and it grabs hold of him now, his mouth growing needy, hand roaming now to her bottom and down the back of her thigh. ]

[ Noire doesn't mind a demanding kiss, considering how much hunger and heat she's asking from him. There's another long, slightly muffled moan into his mouth when his hand strays, and one drifts to rest on his chest, the other moving to cup around his neck. All she can really do is hold onto him, with a bit of a possessive urge behind her movements.

Hers. Him, this, it's hers alone. ]

[ Her moan fills his ears and makes him hot. It's amazing what such a simple sound can do... but he doesn't have the presence of mind to dwell on it when her hands are so strong and sweet on him. When he moves from her mouth to her neck, his breath is heavy, and kisses alone don't seem enough for what he wants now -- so he suckles one spot and then carefully... grazes it with his teeth. ]

[ The next noise is high-pitched, and she jerks a bit underneath him, fingers gripping tighter. Obviously, she didn't expect that, but at the same time, it sends another bolt of heat rushing through her.

Okay, that felt good. ]

[ He hopes that wasn't too much... but he can get the in-depth assessment from her later. For now, he soothes the spot over with another kiss, and then another on her jaw. In other news, being pantsless also means being awkwardly free, and when she jerks against him it's hard to not be accidentally touching her with... his parts... Though what does he have to hide now, really? They're a little beyond propriety at this point.

Still, the contact and the friction is distracting, and his body is already moving on its own against her. It's only one movement, gently, slowly, but definitely. ]

[ It's something Noire can most definitely feel, pulling out another soft groan, an involuntary roll of her hips against him. And she thinks she understands what it is, what his body's asking for, so-- ]

M-Morgan... can you, um...

[ HOW TO PUT THIS... ]

Mm?

[ He murmurs absently into her neck, distracted by all the movement and groaning and all those good things.

YES, NOIRE...? ]

[ ... THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING. ]

Could you... g-go a little further? With me?

Go a little...

[ Oh. Ohhh. He pushes himself up to look at her. He's pretty sure he knows what she means (because it's very much been on his mind too), but just to make sure they're on the same page... ]

You mean... down there, right?

Y-yes!

[ Well, she mostly squeezed that out coherently. ]

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