She flinched at the description, then twitched for an entirely different reason as they ground against each other. Leaning forward just a little, she shifted her hips minutely and mouthed along his jaw, sliding along to that one place behind his ear. Delicately, she licked at his earlobe, then breathed, “So you want me in control, hmm?”
Letting out an agitated moan as she ground up against him and the friction just wasn’t enough, Isaac spread his legs and reached out to grab at her hips, bucking forwards somewhat impatiently. “Y-yeah…s’kinda hot when you’re in charge…” He groaned and flicked out his tongue to wet his lips, eyes fluttering shut.
Summer shifted away, just a little, just enough of that neither of them could get any relief. “D’you think you can do as I say? Hmm?” She kind of liked this. It made her feel powerful.
Summer snickered. “Since when were you such a show-off?” She put a fingertip in her mouth, considering him. “Are you sure being tied up is a good idea? I don’t want you to have — flashbacks. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything to tie you /to/, here.” She squirmed in his lap, grinding her hips into his.
“Unless you’re planning on tying me up in chains and locking me in a freezer, I think I’m okay,” he stated with a smile and eyed her with contemplation, flicking out his tongue to wet his lips. Grunting at the friction, he rolled his hips up to meet hers.
She flinched at the description, then twitched for an entirely different reason as they ground against each other. Leaning forward just a little, she shifted her hips minutely and mouthed along his jaw, sliding along to that one place behind his ear. Delicately, she licked at his earlobe, then breathed, “So you want me in control, hmm?”
After some indeterminate period of time just drowning in him, she said breathlessly, “You keep talking about being naughty. I’m very curious.”
“I want you to tie me up — you can be in control for once?” He teased her and arched his body upwards slightly, captivated by the way the sunlight danced through her fiery hair. “I want to…but we can’t here. You said there’s people around.”
Summer snickered. “Since when were you such a show-off?” She put a fingertip in her mouth, considering him. “Are you sure being tied up is a good idea? I don’t want you to have — flashbacks. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything to tie you /to/, here.” She squirmed in his lap, grinding her hips into his.
She leaned in and kissed him, slowly and carefully, eyes fluttering shut. Both hands braced against his hips, she kissed him again and again, taking the time to explore his mouth.
Lowering his body back down and closing his eyes, he shifted and pushed the jut of his hips into her hands and parted his lips, allowing her to take control of the kiss. A low, faint hum of delight escaped him, the sound immediately swallowed by her lips.
After some indeterminate period of time just drowning in him, she said breathlessly, “You keep talking about being naughty. I’m very curious.”
“Mmmm, but you love me this way,” she purred, tickling fingers caressing over freckles and along the lines of his muscles. The way the swim trunks showed off his hips was especially tempting, and she ran her fingers over those lines before toying with the ties.
“I do,” he stated in all sincerity, before he cried out and bucked his hips up, wriggling as he tried to push her off of him, although it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t trying all that hard. A blush stained across his cheeks as her fingertips ghosted across his flesh, his body stilling as he eyed her curiously.
She leaned in and kissed him, slowly and carefully, eyes fluttering shut. Both hands braced against his hips, she kissed him again and again, taking the time to explore his mouth.
She snaked her hands through his flailing, feeble defense, poking at the spots that made him writhe the most and laughing until she was breathless. “Got you, got you, got you!” she sang.
He shrieked as her fingers moved down his ribs and under his arms, and he twisted beneath her as much as he could, failing in trying to buck her off of him. “You’re so cruel!”
“Mmmm, but you love me this way,” she purred, tickling fingers caressing over freckles and along the lines of his muscles. The way the swim trunks showed off his hips was especially tempting, and she ran her fingers over those lines before toying with the ties.
“Enemy?” Summer repeated, voice rising. “Enemy? Oooh, I’ll show you ‘enemy’.” She began to search for ticklish spots, starting with his armpits and the back of his neck. “Enemy, forsooth!”
His eyes widened with apology just as a protest rose on his lips, before he shrieked and tried to reach out to grab at her hands. “No! That’s not fair!” He spluttered out and thrashed above her, body contorting as he tried to move away from her fingers.
She snaked her hands through his flailing, feeble defense, poking at the spots that made him writhe the most and laughing until she was breathless. “Got you, got you, got you!” she sang.
“You are supposed to guard my back.” Her nod was firm and determined. “Are we going to have to watch the movie again?” Picking up her braid, she draped it around his neck. “See, I have caught you with my hair.”
“Maybe? I’ve only seen it once and it was…last year, maybe?” Isaac offered up with a sheepish little smile, before he laughed aloud and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oh no,” he drawled sarcastically, eyes glinting with mischief. “Whatever shall I do? I’ve been captured by the enemy.”
“Enemy?” Summer repeated, voice rising. “Enemy? Oooh, I’ll show you ‘enemy’.” She began to search for ticklish spots, starting with his armpits and the back of his neck. “Enemy, forsooth!”
“I don’t recall Flynn Rider being all that good with a sword either.” She contemplated him, mouth twisted to one side. “We will substitute claws for sword,” she decided. “You will help me rescue myself, brave hero.”
“He was kind of good with a horse though?” he stated with a crooked smile, trying to recall the only time he’d seen the movie during a ‘pack bonding’ situation and it had been Lydia’s turn to choose the film. He grinned and fake clawed at the air, adding a little growl to the effect. “I can try, although I don’t know what I’m supposed to do while you’re rescuing yourself.”
“You are supposed to guard my back.” Her nod was firm and determined. “Are we going to have to watch the movie again?” Picking up her braid, she draped it around his neck. “See, I have caught you with my hair.”
She pulled back, so she could see his face, blinking. “You want to be careful telling me I can do things like that, Isaac! I’ll do them.” With a kiss to his nose, she added, “I don’t mind. Are you a daring, swashbuckling hero who will climb the tower to help the princess save herself?”
“Why? When I mean them? I trust you if that’s something that you want to do…” He trailed off then with a serious little smile, before he scrunched up his nose and promptly doubled over with laughter at her following words. “Maybe? I’ve never tried using a sword before but I’d be willing to learn to rescue you!”
“I don’t recall Flynn Rider being all that good with a sword either.” She contemplated him, mouth twisted to one side. “We will substitute claws for sword,” she decided. “You will help me rescue myself, brave hero.”