poly_chromatic | 10th Contract

[Howl is on his front lawn. He's beaming, looking happier than he's been in months, his blond hair flying artfully in the wind.]

Good morning, City. Or is it afternoon? I've been rather preoccupied, actually.

[He sends another blinding grin in the direction of the camera before he turns around. He raises his arms, and begins to speak. The words sound not entirely like his own voice, and don't seem to stay in your mind no matter how well you listen. They finish with a crack of thunder, and suddenly storm clouds start to fill the clear blue sky. They gather over the lawn where Howl is standing, and it begins to rain torrentially, carefully avoiding getting Howl wet of course. After a few moments it clears, the clouds dispersing to leave hot, wet sunshine and a single rainbow.

He's grinning so hard his face might split.]

bloody hell it feels good to be back.

[ooc: Howl's magic is returned! Which means he is in a celebratory mood. /nudgenudgewinkwink. Feel free to come by his place to witness this little display, or bump into him around town.]

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[In which case, he feels he has permission to slide his hands under the back of her bra, undoing it and letting himself explore the new expanse of skin there.]

How's this?

[She's not past the stage of blushing at all this unravelling of skin, not yet, so of course that makes her turn red. But she doesn't shy away, not too much. (Maybe he's fortunate that what she learnt about the physicality of a relationship, she's learnt in the City, and not surrounded by opinionated and strict matrons and step mothers...)]

It's...[She bites her bottom lip again, and pulls up a little, until she's sitting again; the movement brings her hair over her shoulders, covering her when the bra slips off.] Well, I don't know, I've seen it very often, it shouldn't be me who answers that...

Are you looking for an honest answer?

[He leans up on his arms, coming as close to her as he can.]

Because I don't think I quite have time to do all of you justice in words.

[Compliments. Not just compliments, these words feel true and honest, and of course do very little to stop her from blushing or wanting to squirm under his gaze. She probably should not squirm at any soon moment, not while straddling him.

Just in case.] Well...honesty - I do like honesty...[But she's not hunting for flattery here!] Don't have time - how much of me is there to do justice?

Every last freckle, my dear.

[He brushes her hair back over one shoulder, keeping his hand there for a moment before he starts trailing it lower, giving her plenty of time to object before it settles over her bare breast.]

[She doesn't object; she stands perfectly still, however, getting used to the touch, to the knot in her stomach, and the speeding beating of her heart. When his hand settles, she does move; inhales sharply and shivers, reaching out to grab hold of his sides with both hands.]

You're right, there are a lot of those...

[He keeps his hand there, even as he leans forward to kiss her collar bone, trailing his mouth lower and lower, speaking in between kisses.]

Mmm, and every one is as beautiful as you.

[That's enough to make her almost speechless, apparently; like a good kiss, for instance. She finds herself leaning back slightly, letting him kiss whatever and wherever he pleases, as long as it keeps sending tingles down her spine; even if speaking against her skin makes the vibrations tickle. She laughs, but it's a light sound, gets lost in a small moan and a squirm of her hips.]

[She moves her hips again and he can't help but grown into her skin, retaliating by biting down gently on her collarbone.]

[If that was supposed to get her to stop moving, he's in for a shock; it makes her jump and gasp, hips bucking up against him.]

[He lets out a few choice Welsh swear words.]

God, Sophie. Keep that up and this may be over a lot more quickly than I'd like.

[She huffs at that - as if she's at fault here? As if she's doing it on purpose. Honestly.]

You're the one with a guilty mouth here, Howl.

I hardly think I'm the only guilty party in this situation.

[He leans down again, pressing a kiss in the hollow between her breasts. His hands are still trailing across her back, mapping all her skin to memory.]

If I had the - [Breathing is good. Breathing is as good as suddenly reaching up to craddle the back of his head when he does that.] - time, I'd make you realize you really are...

Really are what, my dear?

[He keeps kissing her there, moving his way towards a nipple.]

A-ah -- [She bites her bottom lip, breath stuttering in her throat, her back arching a little.] At fault...

[His other hand creeps up to cover her breast, massaging it gently as he lavishes the other one with his tongue. He's a little preoccupied to answer at the moment, but he hums into her skin.]

[What was she talking about? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters, but those sounds vibrating against her skin and sending tickles upwards, and his warm mouth and his surprisingly warm hand. She ends up tugging his hair without intending to, when she shivers at his ministrations. He makes her squirm, her body seemingly knowing what she wants more than her mind could.]

10th Contract - [video/action]

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swaaaag

B-)

so much swag

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you can ignore this if it's too late orz