Wιѕ∂σм ιѕ αℓℓ I ηєє∂ (Grey)

[pipintan]

He gave a groan to her words, having to check himself from actually hurting her. He lightened up on his biting, a bit chagrined.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"No," She pressed his face against her neck again, his teeth at the hollow of her throat, the meeting between throat and collarbone, "Don't stop."

[pipintan]

She seemed fine with this and he wasn't hesitant to say no to her. He moved to a different spot on her neck, gently starting to suck on it.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

She let out an eager moan of pleasure and curled her fingers tight in his hair, tugging his face against her. Her body shuddered, wriggled, until she was nothing more than a whining mess for him and her legs were like boa constrictors around his waist.

[pipintan]

He gripped her shoulder, almost like he was trying to give himself more room to work. His breath was hot against her skin, as he trailed his way down to her collarbone and back up to the swoop of her neck.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

She shuddered for him, moaned against him. Her cheek rested on his hair, and Emilaya's breath was soft and panting in her chest.

[pipintan]

Her breath tickled the side of his cheek and he shivered slightly. His left hand traced her right arm, as he kissed her neck.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

(Sorry for the late response!)

Emilaya moaned gently, her body shuddering happily, her fingers sliding against him, gripping him.

[pipintan]

(No, no, no! Don't worry about it! c: Please, take your time.)

Her fingers were strong and he grunted slightly, as they squeezed him. He clasped his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb against her fingers. Reid trailed back to her lips and gave her a deep kiss.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

Emilaya's fingers relaxed their pressure at his touch, as if she were comforted by his proximity. At the kiss, her body arched up and one hand slid up into his hair, tousling the locks back from his face and pushing him so she gently straddled his waist. She drew back with a smirk and trailed her lips down to his chin and jaw, nipping gently at him.

[pipintan]

His eyes widened slightly, as she straddled him, He let out a soft sigh, as she kissed him. He laced his fingers through her hair and yanked gently on them, as if he was trying to get her closer to him.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

She purred and pressed her body hesitantly closer to his. The hard curve of her muscularity pressed close and her tongue dragged out against his skin, body wiggling happily.

[pipintan]

He grunted and pressed into her, arching up into her touch. His grip on her hand tightened and he yanked harder, licking his lips.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

"I'm right here," Her voice was husky, a bit of tension vibrating in her as she tried hard not to grind her hips against his. Her body trembled with need for him and her fingers tightened against his.

[pipintan]

(Shall we fade to black? )

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

(They are outside. Perhaps we should have them move inside and cool off a bit? It's still pretty early and I was hoping to have Emilaya's bottom surgery done before they got it on. )

[pipintan]

(Haha, gotcha! )

"Emilaya..." He seemed hesitant to say anything, as he struggled to sit up. Though they were weak attempts, as if he didn't quite want to say anything.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

She leaned back and cocked her head, the white curtain of her hair flipped over one shoulder. She was hard - god, so hard - and she hoped he was too. But they were in an open, public place and she slipped off his lap, blushing furiously.
"I know, I know."

[pipintan]

Reid took a couple of deep breaths, feeling his heart pounding and his head spinning. "S-sorry. Got...got a little carried away, huh?" He managed to squeeze out, giving her a strained smile.

[ηarcissus ιn chains]

Her lips curled into her trademark, closed-off smirk and Emilaya reached to pull her hair up into a ponytail down her back, "Yeah, guess so."

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TIME .. SKIP

Months after, after surgeries and recovery time, Emilaya was registered as a female under Hogwarts and Britain official titles.
She felt glorious.

She was in her first of many dresses. It was black and thick and shimmered with lace in the pale sunlight. Her skin was like milk, her eyes like untouched aquamarines and her hair a sleek, silver waterfall down her back and across one shoulder, her bangs kept gracefully back from her face by an amethyst hairclip - a family heirloom or a grand present.

She walked down towards her and Reid's room and trotted in, her combat boots gentle and quiet on the stone floors of the room.