/You’re rightly incorrigible,/ Ami thought as Scott’s hands danced across bare skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake. Her mouth covered his, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to mimic his actions. /Good thing for you that I like incorrigible./
Teleporting them only took an instant, the only immediate sense in the change in their environment being a slight increase in temperature and a declining light.
Her hands connected with the hem of his shirt and Ami tore her mouth away from Scott’s long enough to pull it over his head, an idea blossoming in the back of her mind. (Maybe I can take proper advantage of this after all.) She knew that there was a good chance that Scott could overhear her; she didn’t care. Let him wonder what precisely she was up to.
With a lascivious grin, Ami yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside, a rush feeling her at the way his eyes instantly dropped and focused on her lace and cloth covered breasts. His hands slid up her ribcage, and Ami intercepted them, pushing and holding them over his head.
“None of that yet,” Ami warned him, her voice a low purr. Telepathy was well and fine, but she liked the way her voice lowered and whispered, heavy with her desire for him. The emotions that she felt from Scott told her that he wasn’t adverse to it either.
Lowering her head, Ami began to rain kisses and licks, softly and lightly, over his torso. Nothing frenzied, nothing intense, just a soft caress of her lips and tongue, slowly and carefully nudging him step by step along the upward climb of desire. Kisses occasionally turned to playful nibbles and nips, the soft moans and gasps she heard from Scott coupled with the desire that flowed across their link and the very real evidence of his arousal beneath her hips told her that she was pushing all the right buttons.
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[Ami] A Teaser (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-26 08:03 pm (UTC)Teleporting them only took an instant, the only immediate sense in the change in their environment being a slight increase in temperature and a declining light.
Her hands connected with the hem of his shirt and Ami tore her mouth away from Scott’s long enough to pull it over his head, an idea blossoming in the back of her mind. (Maybe I can take proper advantage of this after all.) She knew that there was a good chance that Scott could overhear her; she didn’t care. Let him wonder what precisely she was up to.
With a lascivious grin, Ami yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside, a rush feeling her at the way his eyes instantly dropped and focused on her lace and cloth covered breasts. His hands slid up her ribcage, and Ami intercepted them, pushing and holding them over his head.
“None of that yet,” Ami warned him, her voice a low purr. Telepathy was well and fine, but she liked the way her voice lowered and whispered, heavy with her desire for him. The emotions that she felt from Scott told her that he wasn’t adverse to it either.
Lowering her head, Ami began to rain kisses and licks, softly and lightly, over his torso. Nothing frenzied, nothing intense, just a soft caress of her lips and tongue, slowly and carefully nudging him step by step along the upward climb of desire. Kisses occasionally turned to playful nibbles and nips, the soft moans and gasps she heard from Scott coupled with the desire that flowed across their link and the very real evidence of his arousal beneath her hips told her that she was pushing all the right buttons.