crossing_lostrp | [Ami] (Day 10: Late Night) After the Festivities (tag Scott)

After the girls' party wound down, Ami quite literally wove her way back to the teepee. She insisted that she hadn't needed any help, but considering that she hadn't managed to stumble three meters before tripping and weaving, she wound up with Faith as an escort. The other woman explained that her own tent was in that direction, and that she wanted to be certain that Ami didn't stumble into the fire or the ocean.

"I'm not that pissed!" Ami had protested, jerking away and promptly landing on her bum.

She hadn't argued with Faith's accompaniment after that.

They parted ways at the teepee, Faith giving Ami a teasing wink, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Ami managed to summon enough of her dignity to give Faith a friendly one finger salute, which sent the brazen woman away in laughter, and then she crawled into the teepee where Scott was stretched out on his back, shirtless and likely completely starkers beneath the thin blanket and absolutely yummy looking. She wasn't so completely drunk that she didn't appreciate her man. . . particularly when he was naked, half-asleep and so completely ripe for being caught unawares.

She tried to shed her clothes quietly, but the intoxication hindered that. Her arms got caught in her t-shirt and she toppled over when she attempted to step out of her knickers. Somehow Scott slept through it all, stirring only a little when Ami slid her body beneath the blanket and rolled over, covering his body with hers.

/Missing the opportunity of a lifetime,/ Ami lowered her mouth and began to kiss his neck, rocking her hips suggestively against him. /I'm totally pissed, you can completely have your way with me./

/Mmm, really?/ Scott didn't 'sound' all that tired as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

/Knew you were awake./ She moved down his body, slipping her hands between them, drifting lower to cup and stroke him.

Scott moaned appreciatively, his body responding on several different levels. Encouraged, Ami giggled and continued her kissing and stroking, wiggling her body between his legs. She rested her head on his abdomen, fingers teasing and tried and failed to stifle a yawn. Her eyes drifted closed, the rhythm of her fingers becoming irratic and irregular and then … stopping as she promptly fell asleep.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

This was really a lot of.. fun. Methos wasn't too sure about the last time he'd really mixed fun with sex, at least not from his point of view. From the woman's maybe (or man's, on the odd occasion), but even now when they were romping around there was the knowledge that either might cut loose, and given Ripley's current reactions those instincts weren't too far below the surface. Exchanging control willingly - if competitively - was an interesting counterpoint to their last encounter, one that he really shouldn't be wasting time thinking about..

Pinning Ripley's arms above her head, Methos listened to her breathing patterns with no small satisfaction. Not that he was doing much better, but it was good to know that they were on the same page - no flashbacks here, thank the gods.

Her frustrated growl was echoed by his impatient body, glad that they'd both lost the remainder of their clothes at some point but well aware that all this playful enthusiasm was taking its toll. If he could just keep her on tenterhooks a little longer he might be able to.. Ok maybe not, not with those eyes promising murder if he didn't get the fuck on with it (death would break the mood a tad, after all). She was the stronger, after all.

Methos leaned down, taking hold of Ripley's mouth by force as he slid inside, groaning despite himself. He released his grip on one arm, reaching down to her hips to bring them closer as he deepened the kiss, but Ripley was already arching into the contact. The overall effect was driving him crazy enough to change his hold on her wrist, weaving their fingers together as he moved, and giving her just the right level of manoeuvrability to flip him onto his back.

"Oh gods," he gasped as she changed position and started riding, certainly not in English.

He'd never been able to withstand erotic torture for long, however rare it might be, and tonight was no different - particularly with the combined effect of island coffee and good wine - so when Methos came it was with the certainty that he'd done all he could to last. That look of glee on Ripley's face had been a little disturbing though, right before his head arched backwards in a wordless cry of satisfaction. Disturbing, but gratifying nonetheless.

He might not die happy at this moment, Methos decided weakly, but it was close enough.

Ripley came in mid-ride, arching her back and feeling her body go taut as the climax went roaring through her. A near equal delight: no sound of broken bones, and when she came down, there was no scent of fresh blood spilled.

/I did it./ The look of glee on her face seemed to startle Methos for a moment, but then he was too far gone to care. /I only lost control of my strength a little this time./

The significance of it was entirely personal, of course; she didn't expect Methos to fully understand, and as she settled down over him and laid her head on his shoulder she kept quiet for a while, basking in a very unique sense of accomplishment.

"Something?" he asked after he'd caught his breath.

"Just happy. I barely hurt you by accident at all that time."

He blinked, and looked slightly amused. "Is that terribly important to you?"

"Uh...yeah?" she blinked at him as they rolled onto their sides. "If I'm hurting you, I want it to be sparring or adding a slight edge in the sack. Deliberate things. Not from me being clumsy. Not by accident, or because I lost control."

/There's a reason I've only ever fallen into the sack with a guy who regenerates. Well, actually, there are several reasons, many of which are *really* quite compelling. Woohoo. But, uh...yeah. It's an important issue./ "Superhuman strength is a real bitch in the sack," she explained in short.

Of course, that implied she didn't have much experience moderating her strength, which pretty much pointed at her not having much, er...experience...period. But...screw it, he likely wouldn't get schmoopy about the subject of virginity anyway. She sure wasn't going to.

[Ami] (Day 10: Late Night) After the Festivities (tag Scott)

[Methos] A taste of wine.. (tag Ripley, open)

[Ripley] A taste of wine.. (tag Methos, open)