poly_chromatic | (no subject)

Current Location: passione

Entry tags:

the hunger games - cinna

(no subject)

[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]

[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He strokes the heat between her legs for another moment before he pulls away, not wanting to wait any longer. With sure hands, he slides her pants off her hips and down her legs, pulling the underwear with it and tossing the lot on the floor. He wants to hear her moan, almost as badly as he wants to bury himself in her, he wants to her her break, wants to feel her writhe.

His teeth graze her inner thigh, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave a small mark. One that will disappear once she's home, but now, for as long as she's here, it will last. Then his lips close on her clit, tongue flicking out as he sets to making her lose control.]

[Anything he gives her is preferred over having nothing, love bites and all. She watches him take his place between her thighs and the sight alone pushes her closer to the edge. Angela moans deep and loud once he makes contact, hands twisting in his hair, wordlessly begging for more. Only her heels being planted firmly into the couch keeps her from lifting off, though it doesn't do much for her bucking against his mouth.]

[Smiling against her skin, he keeps moving his mouth over her, sliding one of his arms under her leg so he can hold her steady. Hissing a little as she pulls at his hair. It doesn't matter, he knows how close she is and with his other hand, he slides his fingers inside her, adding to the rhythm of his lips and tongue, pushing her harder and harder towards that edge.]

Oh, God... Cinna, oh, God...

[It's the only warning he gets before Angela breaks apart with a yell, trembling from head to toe, inside and out, coming harder than she's ever come before. She can't think, can't breathe, just only react to the feeling of a piece of him inside and against her. Nothing is more perfect than this moment right here.]

[He eases her through it, whispering her name against her skin as his thumb continues to tease her clit. His pants are straining, but he's still holding off, denying as long as he can like he's afraid he'll wake up as soon as he begins. It's happened before in dreams.]

[Shudders rip through her body and Angela whimpers as she comes down, waves of pleasure washing over her body. Her hands tremble when she runs them along his head and neck in an act of loving worship, and the rest of her slumps back onto the couch in a need to catch her breath for just a second.]

Goddamn.

[He chuckles, kissing his way back up her body, nipping lightly at the tips of her nipples. He'd give her the time she needed, all the time she needed and more, he would just touch and kiss every inch of her for that time.]

I think I'm glad that I had this office sound-proofed.

[He gets a playful slap to the back of the head for that comment. She chuckles too, still breathless, but her hands have steadied enough that Angela rubs his back gently, memorizing the way his bones feel under his warm skin.]

It would be your fault if anybody heard anyway.

My fault?

[He laughs again, kissing her neck as his hand slides down her leg, lifting it just enough so he can grind against her. Just a little, just enough to ease a little of the need he feels.]

Mmmhmm.

[The feel of him against her makes her eyes flutter shut and just for a quick second, forget that she was snaking her way to his belt. But she remembers and soon with his belt dealt with, Angela's pushing his pants and boxers down with her feet.]

But if you want to pass the blame, I'm sure somebody in the room would be glad to accept it.

[He helps her, kicking the lot off without a care for wrinkles or tears in their haste. Free of it all, he grids against her again, feeling the heat and warmth of her along his length. It's torture, but it feels better than anything has in weeks, months even.]

Angela... love.

[Him being anxious is enough to make her smile, knowing that this is the man who once carefully folded his clothes when she convinced him to go skinny dipping. She's forgotten that night until now, and there's a sad smile that crosses her lips before she shoves it back to somewhere else in exchange for more kisses and another soft whimper.]

Yes, baby... talk to me. Tell me what you want.

[She'll give it to him all. No questions, no hesitations.]

You, just... you.

[For as long as he has her, she's all he wants. He slides his hand along her hip, pulling her closer, lining them up before sinking himself deep inside her. She was warm and wet and he tried not to rush or hurt her, but he wanted her so badly he couldn't hold back anymore.]

[Angela wouldn't dare deny him. It would be cruel for the both of them and deny her the opportunity of shuddering deep at the feel of him. Still so sensitive, she arches into him, letting loose a low, whimpering cry of pleasure in between nipping at his lip again with her teeth.]

[He moves slow to start, just losing himself in being surrounded by her, squeezed by her all along his length. Slow and hard and as deep as he can go, kissing Angela and muttering a thousand things that tumble from his mind. ]

[She wraps her legs around his waist for a bit of leverage to push up back at him, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, tightening around him for all it's worth. these handful of months without him seemed so long and lonely and she didn't even know until now. Nobody will ever fill her like Cinna does; she won't even search for one who will try. Only he can make her walls flutter around him like this.]

So good. So fucking good.

[It was crude, but it was a sentiment that he agreed with without hesitation, groaning as he picked up the pace a little. He'd almost forgotten, almost put away how it felt to be inside her, and now... now he would love her for all the time they had together. The hand on her leg slides up her body, cupping her breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. He knows he can't last long, not after so long without, but he wants her to get everything she can, bring her with him if he can.]

[There's no need for filters between them, not when Angela wants to bare all and give all to him. It won't take long to push her back to the edge. Her thighs tremble on their own accord and her breathing quickens as she brushes her lips against his ear, whispering how much she needs this and the feel of him coming inside her. Words are getting more difficult to form, but Angela knows she needs to say them as much as he needs to hear them.]

Ange...

[His voice is rough and ragged, gasping a little as his lips close on her neck, teeth grazing the skin in his need. Cinna's hips, acting almost of their own accord now, hitch harder against hers as he can feel the buildup inside of him. Reaching between them, he slides his fingers against her clit, whispering, not even sure she hears him anymore between the soft grunts and gasping breaths.]

With me, love, please....

[She doesn't hear him. She doesn't hear anything but the thump of her own heart. She can only feel right now. The feel of sweat-slick flesh against flesh, the pressure coiling up inside her belly, the sharp teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck. If he calls her name again, she won't answer. She can't answer, not when her body clenches around him as if it doesn't want to let go of his and the wave crashes against her out of nowhere, sweeping her away. Angela is powerless when it dares take him with her.]

[He feels her clench around him and with her tight heat comes his own release. He can't stop it, doesn't even want to stem the tide as he comes inside of her, releasing himself from all of the tension he's felt for months without her. Her name is a hoarse whisper on his lips against her skin as his hips ride her through the end for them both, fingers still teasing until she's as sated as he is.]

[Softly sighing, she gently moves his hand and brings it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips, her scent and taste all over them. Her other hand is rubbing slow circles on his back as she comes back down. The fact that it's already over and they have only but so much time left is niggling at the edges of her mind, but Angela's ignoring it to say something she thought she wouldn't say out loud to him again.]

I love you.

[She doesn't expect an answer, but it's something she felt needed to be said again.]

[He still can't say it back, he wants to badly, but the habits ingrained in him for years and years in the Capitol will not allow it. Instead he kisses her again, putting everything he can't say into it as he runs his hand down the smooth skin of her hip. He doesn't want to pull himself away from her, but this isn't the place for that. He needs to take her home, where they can take the time, where they can shut the rest of the City out for these few days.]

[Angela's known from day one that they were two different people on this stage and it's something she accepts and actually has come to appreciate from him. There's something in her that wants to say it again just so she can feel his body press against her in another response. She's tempted to let his hand roam too, but like him, she wants to do this right, not just for comfort, but with no chance of being interrupted. Smoothing back his damp hair from his forehead, she takes his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.]

Easy now. Don't start something you can't finish. I don't think you're that young anymore. [She chuckles and then cocks her head towards sleeping puppy. Their shed clothing has now become his bedding.] Plus apparently we forget we had guests.

Of course, darling, I'd hate to disappoint.

[Still he doesn't move until he's nipped at her shoulder. After which he reluctantly pulls away, groaning at the sight of the shredded clothing.]

Isn't that lovely. Luckily, I still keep a spare outfit in case I end up working all night. I think part of it can be fitted to you.

[It happens more than he will admit to her, since he has no roommate, save for the puppy, and no reason to go home.]

» action

thenormalsquint - 2012-03-01 03:11 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only